Grand Collection

Di - Kong Xin's cell phone rang again, which was very clear in the night. He glanced down and frowned, "Who the hell is this person?"

Luo Zigeng leaned over and saw the words on the screen: Pan Nanhua is expected to leave Fujian at four in the morning, "Is it still that strange number?"

"Well," Kong Xin dialed the other party's number, it was cut off within half a second, and then another text message came: Inconvenient.

"Is it inconvenient to talk?" Luo Zigeng thought, "He seems to know Pan Nanhua's every move very well. He should have been with him all the time. It is not convenient to talk at this time... Could it be that he is still with Pan Nanhua? Pan Nanhua is sure Trust him a lot."

"A trustworthy person by my side..." Kong Xin looked up at Luo Zigeng, and both of them thought, "That secretary?"

Luo Zigeng nodded, "It's very possible, but... since it's someone close to Pan Nanhua, is this person reliable?"

Kong Xin sent a text message: Why do you want to help us?

The other party replied: I am not helping you, I am helping myself.

Luo Zigeng said, "As a secretary, he must know many things about Pan Nanhua, so he can't easily leave Pan Nanhua, otherwise he will be easily silenced. What he did... is really helping himself."

The pier was dark in the early morning, and the sea breeze was bleak. Pan Nanhua tremblingly entered the cabin with the support of his secretary. A young man stood up and said, "Father, everything has been arranged, and all the antiques have left the country smoothly. If you switch to the United States, you will be able to make a comeback immediately.”

"How can you do this kind of thing yourself?" Pan Nanhua is in a state of embarrassment now, but his momentum is not lost at all, angrily scolded, "How many times have I told you? Stay in the United States and leave me alone! My old bone Even if it's here, it's not a loss, you are a male from the Pan family, how could you come back so impulsively?"

The young man was so scolded that he couldn't lift his head, "I'm just worried about my father. Now the Shenzhen-Hong Kong border marine police are patrolling too tightly. Even if I leave from Fujian, I'm afraid..."

"So you shouldn't come back!" Pan Nanhua gasped with anger.

The little secretary hurriedly took out the antihypertensive medicine, "Mr. Pan, please calm down. Young Master Pan is also very filial. The ship has already sailed, so it is useless to say more."

Pan Nanhua took a deep breath, "Idiot! Look at you, and then look at Kong Xin! You are really..." He shook his head angrily, "It's useless!"

The young man was unconvinced, "Kong Xin, Kong Xin...Kong Xin is so good, didn't you also plot against him? You didn't know the truth for five years."

"But he actually knew that the ear-piercing bottle was in my hands," Pan Nanhua said fearfully, "The people who knew the truth about that incident are all dead, and Meng Xin was also forced to jump into the sea by you, but he actually knew... ..."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Is it possible that Meng Xin is not dead?"

"Impossible!" Pan Nanhua denied it flatly, "He has no strength to restrain a chicken, and he will definitely die after jumping into the sea. Moreover, that kid's heart is higher than the sky. Even if he does not die, he will not go back to find Kong Xin."

The young man thought for a while, and felt that what his father said was reasonable. Both father and son agreed that Kong Xin knew nothing, which was really terrible.

After drifting at sea for an unknown amount of time, the freighter slowly approached the pier, and the smuggler stepped down from the cabin, telling them in a relaxed tone that they were ready to disembark, obviously already familiar with it.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, "Dad, we're ashore. Thank God, the journey went smoothly."

There was the sound of messy unloading of goods on the pier, and Pan Nanhua finally felt relieved, and let the secretary help him walk down the constantly shaking deck.

Several cars approached from the darkness, and the young man rejoiced, "Look, the car that picked us up is here, Dad, go this way... no, it's not ours, run!"

The young man turned around and ran away at a young age, and he was already a few meters away in an instant. He didn't expect that Pan Nanhua, who was old and strong, could run faster than a rabbit. Unfortunately, there are things that run faster than them, such as bodyguards, such as bullets...

The pistol with the silencer uttered a short beep, and then Pan Nanhua wailed, fell to the ground, clutching his thighs, and was kicked by two bodyguards, crushing him to the ground.

In less than 5 minutes, several stowaways who got off the freighter were all captured.

The bodyguard ran to a car and said respectfully, "Mr. Meng, Mr. Han, catch them all in one go."

"Well, not bad," Han Ye turned to look at Meng Xin, "What are you going to do with them?"

Meng Xin sat still, looking coldly at the white-haired old man rolling and howling outside the car window, "Leave it to the police. The crimes committed by Pan Nanhua and his son in mainland China are enough for them to spend their time in prison."

"It's too cheap for them," Han Ye said. He will never forget Meng Xin's miserable state when he met him at the beginning of the year. His face made him wish he could tear Pan's father and son into pieces.

Meng Xin opened the car door, Han Ye raised his voice, "Uncle Meng?"

"I want to meet him," Meng Xin turned around and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I am able to achieve what I am today, but it is all thanks to him."

Han Ye immediately ordered the bodyguards to control Pan Nanhua and his son, and accompanied Meng Xin to the crowd, "Are you Pan Nanhua?"

Pan Nanhua's face was distorted in pain. Hearing the sound, he reluctantly raised his head to look at them. He immediately yelled and crawled back in horror, revealing a puddle of liquid on the ground.

"I peed my pants so scared," Meng Xin sneered, and smiled lightly, "My cousin is old now, and he has lived up to the prestige that forced me to jump into the sea."

Before he finished speaking, Han Ye suddenly turned his head and looked at him in astonishment, "He forced you to jump into the sea?"

"My luck is good. I didn't drown after swimming in the sea for five hours. Then I met the fishing boats of the Hong Kong residents," Meng Xin said indifferently, and turned to look at Pan Nanhua. Uncle should be as rich as an enemy, but I didn't expect my cousin to be so downcast in less than five years, what a pity."

"Meng...Meng Xin!" Pan Nanhua's son was beaten bruised and swollen, lying on the ground tremblingly, "We will return the ear bottle to you, you let us go... we are relatives..."

"The pierced ear bottle is in my hand now."

As he said that, a bodyguard brought the safe that Pan Nanhua was carrying with him to Meng Xin, and easily broke the combination lock in front of everyone, revealing the exquisite bottle inside.

Meng Xin glanced at it, suddenly couldn't help laughing, shook her head and said, "It's ridiculous, it's just a fake, and we fought so hard."

Pan Nanhua suddenly raised his head, "What did you say?"

"I said this bottle is a fake, cousin, it was fake from the beginning," Meng Xin said softly.

"Impossible!" Pan Nanhua yelled, "You are talking nonsense!!!"

Meng Xin shook his head and stretched out his hand. Han Ye immediately delivered a lacquer box. He opened the lacquer box calmly, rummaged through the lacquer box with his slender fingers for a while, took out a piece of paper, unfolded it and placed it in front of Pan Nanhua, "Kang No evil written in black and white, from the very beginning, there was no real firewood kiln, everything was fake."

Pan Nanhua struggled to get up, gritted his teeth and took a look, his expression changed drastically, and he rushed towards Meng Xin with a roar, "Impossible! This is impossible!!! This is fake! You are spreading rumors!!!"

Han Ye pulled Meng Xin past him, kicked Pan Nanhua hard with his kick, and clenched the pistol tightly with his other hand, the black violent weapon was already on safety.

Meng Xin said lightly, "It's not too difficult for you to identify the age of the paper, you know if it's true or not."

"Impossible! Impossible!!!" Pan Nanhua roared up to the sky, struggling like crazy, his gray hair was fluttering in the cold wind, his face was ferocious, his veins were bursting out, he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Han Ye took Meng Xin into his arms, covered his eyes, and said softly, "He's crazy."

Meng Xin let out a dull hum, and a few minutes later, Han Ye realized that his palms were wet, and he lowered his head and kissed Meng Xin's hair, "Don't be sad, I have everything, Uncle Meng, don't always blame yourself, if you don't After these things happened, I would never meet you, Uncle Meng, we were blessed by misfortune..."

Holding Meng Xin in his arms and walking to the side of the car, Han Ye whispered to the bodyguard, "Since the father and son like to jump into the sea, they should put them in sacks and throw them back into the sea, and the others will be handed over to the police."

"Mr. Han!" A small voice sounded.

Han Ye turned around and saw a young man struggling to look at him from under the bodyguard's hands, and said softly, "I am Pan Nanhua's secretary. Man, I..."

Meng Xin said, "Kong Xin did mention you, thank you for tipping the news, Ah Ye, let him go."

"Thank you Mr. Meng!"

It was already the next morning when Kong Xin received the news. He put away his phone and looked at Luo Zigeng, "The news about Xiaomeng just now, Pan Nanhua and his son are dead, and the corpses are also disposed of. Han Ye is worthy of being a gangster, and his efficiency is really extraordinary. .”

Luo Zigeng was speechless, "Han Ye is not a gangster, he just doesn't look very kind."

"Xiao Meng's life is good," Kong Xin said enviously, "It's really a sense of security to find a gangster as a backer. Didn't you see Han Ye's swearing face in front of my dad back then, that little bastard? The son-in-law has a strong sense of existence, as expected, only the underworld can be so domineering."

"I told you it's not a gangster," Luo Zigeng said weakly, wondering if you were implying something? ? ?I also want to show my son-in-law's presence, but do you dare?dare?dare?

Just as he was talking, the person on the bed moved his fingers, then slowly opened his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao...Xin..."

Kong Xin turned his head abruptly, and met Wen Zhijun's hazy eyes, delighted, "You are awake, Zhijun!"