Grand Collection

The trial was temporarily terminated. Kong Xin stood up, flicked the folds of his trousers, and smiled at Pan Nanhua, "Recently, Kong heard an interesting story. He said that there is a man in our antique shop. His son is in a foreign country. It’s not a good thing, smuggling antiques abroad, collaborating with American museums, defrauding huge donation tax rebates..."

Pan Nanhua turned his head abruptly, and projected his sharp eyes, "Kong Xin, you have been in the antique shop for so many years, I think you know what you should touch and what you shouldn't touch!"

"Of course I know very well," Kong Xin said leisurely, "Although I'm not a good person, I've never been involved in such nasty things as smuggling antiques abroad."

"Are you determined to fight against me?"

Kong Xinyi said righteously, "What nonsense are you talking about? Kong is only thinking about the country, and he is not right about people."

Pan Nanhua looked at him with a livid face. After a while, he gritted his molars and said ruthlessly, "You can target me, but you can't target my son!"

Kong Xin whistled, "I can figure it out."

"You!" Pan Nanhua was furious, his old body seemed to contain countless resentment, he stared at Kong Xin for a long time, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes in frustration, "Kong Xin...my nephew, I only have such a son in my life, he doesn't know anything, and he didn't participate in all the things in China."

"Only son," Kong Xin wandered between his legs with obscene eyes, speechless, "then your quality is too low, no wonder it is said that quality is inversely proportional to quantity."

"... Kong Xin!"

Kong Xin raised the corners of his lips, put one hand in his trouser pocket, leaned forward slightly, and smiled coquettishly, "I don't want to talk about repaying the father's debt, as long as you... are sincere enough."

After finishing speaking, he left Pan Nanhua behind, took Kang Chunjie's arm, and walked out of the court affectionately.

Back in the car, Kang Chunjie frowned, "You're making a deal with his son, it's wrong."

"It's not wrong, it's just that I can't do it." The relaxed look on Kong Xin's face faded, he let out a tired sigh, and said in a low voice, "His son is in the United States, and I don't have the ability to deal with him. I can only use Pan Nanhua's love for his only child to gain more benefits."

"Can't do it? He did something illegal and deserves to be punished."

"This punishment is not something you and I can judge with empty words." Kong Xin knew that Kang Chunjie hated Pan Nanhua's family deeply, and comforted him, "If you do many injustices, you will die yourself. It's not that you don't report it, it's just that the time has not come."

Although Pan Nanhua was very old and lustful, he still loved his only son to the core. In less than two days, Kong Xin received a call, "Young Master Kong, can you come out for a light meal?"

Kong Xin was lying on the sofa watching Luo Zigeng clean up like a hardworking bee, and lazily said, "I'm sorry, I've lost weight recently."

"..." Pan Nanhua paused, "How about drinking tea? I recently got a piece of Pu'er tea cake that is more than 30 years old. It is the most suitable for light weight and beauty."

Kong Xin smiled innocently, "It's a hot day, why don't you just drink tea when you travel all the way?"

While mopping the floor, Luo Zigeng glanced up at the thermometer on the wall: Very good, 19 degrees, really hot.

Pan Nanhua gritted his teeth. He dislikes doing business with Kong Xin the most. This guy has sharp eyes, a sharp tongue, and he kills people without any consideration. "Actually, I happen to have an ear-piercing bottle in my hand. It looks a bit like a firewood kiln. I want to invite Young Master Kong to hold my eyes."

Kong Xin sat up straight suddenly, breathing quickly.

Luo Zigeng was taken aback by his actions, and looked over worriedly.

Kong Xin covered the phone, and mouthed: "Piercing the ear bottle."

Luo Zigeng was taken aback.

Kong Xin took a deep breath and calmed down. He smiled heartily, "Mr. Pan was just joking. I am a junior, how can I hold eyes for Mr. Pan? Just take this opportunity to broaden your horizons, hehe, Friday afternoon three How about the Stewed Cuisine Building?"

"it is good."

"Oh," Kong Xin added, "bring your Pu'er tea cakes, I've been eating a bit greasy recently, rinse my intestines."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Kong Xin sat cross-legged on the sofa, his face uncertain.

Luo Zigeng sat over and took him into his arms, "What's the matter? Did Pan Nanhua mention the piercing bottle to you?"

"He knows that I'm investigating their father and son," Kong Xin said dumbly, "he wants to protect his son with a piercing bottle."

Luo Zigeng frowned, "His son is so valuable?"

"The only son... No!" Kong Xin looked up suddenly, "His son must have committed a serious crime, so he took out the ear-piercing bottle without hesitation."

"Then do you want to change?"

Kong Xin stared blankly at the front, shook his head, and murmured, "I don't know."

Luo Zigeng stroked his hair, he understood the significance of the piercing ear bottle to him, that beautiful almost magical bottle has become an obsession for him, but now, this bottle is placed in front of him, he can't say no Tempted, it's fake.

"Change it," Luo Zigeng said softly, "Zhang Qiang retracted his confession on the spot, and he also vomited a lot of things that Pan Nanhua did wrong. , we're afraid we won't be able to get it back."

Kong Xin nodded, "The ear piercing bottle was left by Pan Xiaojiu back then. It is very meaningful to Pan Nanhua. I am mainly afraid that he will die."

"Besides, his son is in the United States. If we don't return to China in this lifetime, we have nothing to do with him." Luo Zigeng kissed his forehead, "Friday at three o'clock in the afternoon? I'll go with you."

Stewed Cuisine Building is a favorite place of the older generation. At three o’clock in the afternoon, it is afternoon tea time. After entering the building, I saw old people sitting together drinking tea and farting. Kong Xin greeted his acquaintances and walked up the wooden stairs. And up.

Pan Nanhua's secretary was already waiting at the door, "Young Master Kong, please go this way."

Kong Xin stroked his chin bewilderedly, and smiled at Luo Zigeng, "Although Pan Nanhua is not a good character, he always chooses his secretary as the first one in the antique shop. Look at this little face, this little waist..."

"Even if you covet him, he won't be yours," Luo Zigeng said with a smile, "Are you going to rob him with Mr. Pan?"

"What Boss Pan, he's going to sit down soon." Kong Xin's eyes wandered up and down the little secretary's buttocks, "tsk tsk, I'm sorry for such a beautiful little secretary, maybe Pan Nanhua jumped the wall in a hurry, Let’s use another trick, and personally send the secretary to the prison.”

The little secretary was obviously not good enough, and his face turned pale when he said a few words, "Kong...Young Master Kong, we are here."

"Oh, so fast..." Kong Xin patted his face with a smile, "Remember to think about what I said, good birds choose trees to live in, and people are not ashamed to go to high places."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door and went in. Pan Nanhua was making tea. The similar scene made Kong Xin feel dazed for a moment. He and Kong Yi also arrived late that day. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Pan Nanhua. The scene was so similar that it made him feel Extremely responsive.

"Nephew, hehe, hurry up and take a seat, come and taste the tea made by Uncle himself," Pan Nanhua greeted cordially, his eyes fell on the person behind Kong Xin, "This one... looks familiar."

Luo Zigeng smiled, "This is my buddy who appreciates Guxuan's new recruit. He brings a lot of knowledge. Everyone is begging for food in the antique shop. It's normal that they look familiar."

A trace of confusion flashed across Pan Nanhua's eyes, he smiled twice, and called them to sit down and drink tea.

With a smile on his face, Kong Xin sat down opposite him, "Where's the ear-piercing bottle?"

Pan Nanhua paused, "What's the hurry, nephew?"

"I'm afraid you're cheating."

Pan Nanhua poured the tea into the teacup, and Kong Xin's eyes fell on the table, "Mr. Pan is so generous that even Yao Bian Tianmu is willing to take it out to entertain guests."

"This Yaobian Tianmu tea bowl was brought back from Japan. It is a high-quality Jianzhan," Pan Nanhua said with a smile, "How does Young Master Kong feel?"

Kong Xin sneered coldly, "Is this a joke? Hehe, after all, your son's life is not as valuable as an ear bottle. If that's the case, then we have nothing to talk about. Zigeng, let's go back."

"Don't worry," Pan Nanhua hurriedly stopped him, smiling apologetically, "Nephew, don't worry, let's discuss it carefully."

Kong Xin didn't sit back, but looked down at him condescendingly, and said disdainfully, "Mr. Pan must be more aware of what your son has committed than I do. Naturally, he also knows that once the Dong Chuang incident happens, the consequences will be disastrous."

Pan Nanhua's face was ugly, he sighed, slapped his hands, the door opened, the secretary came in carrying a safe, and opened the door on the coffee table not far from them.

Kong Xin glanced lightly, with no expression on his face, but Luo Zigeng knew that he was almost unable to hold on anymore. This small bottle, no more than [-] centimeters high, had tortured him for five years and made him sleepless. Very sad.

The secretary said softly, "Master Kong please hold me."

"Could it be fake?" Kong Xin sucked his teeth viciously, "No, this one is real. Could it be that the one Sotheby's auctioned in spring a while ago is fake?"

Pan Nanhua's eyes were full of viciousness, but he couldn't help but smile along with him, "Nephew is joking."

"What did I say to laugh?" Kong Xin said seriously, "Didn't you send the pierced ear bottle auctioned by Sotheby's?"

Pan Nanhua Guard of Honor Auction House will keep the seller's secrets, so he said confidently, "Of course not."

"You're lying," a strange voice sounded, and the man standing behind Kong Xin raised his head, his eyes bursting out with cheated anger, "This is a serious fraud, we will definitely sue you!"

"You..." Pan Nanhua looked at him in astonishment.

The man took out his ID from his pocket, "I am a special investigator of the Porcelain Department of Sotheby's Hong Kong auction house, and now I have reason to believe that the chai kiln pierced ear vase you sent to the auction on January 26 this year is a fake. Mr. Pan, your behavior has seriously disrupted the stability of the antique market, we must punish you according to relevant regulations, please wait for the court summons."

Pan Nanhua suddenly turned his head to look at Kong Xin, "You're cheating on me!"

"Soldiers never tire of cheating, Mr. Pan, you taught me this," Kong Xin sat down carelessly, took up the priceless Yaobian Tianmu tea bowl in front of him, sniffed the fragrance of the tea, and stretched out like an expert. In one breath, "Hey, it really is good tea..."