Gu Xiuji, who had just been looking forward to Shi Ling, couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand.

Yu Chen, who had been a little worried just now, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and felt helpless and amused at Shi Ling's reaction.

Shi Ling said with absolute certainty: "These pictures of yours must be photoshopped!"

Shi Zhenxiang was dumbfounded, unable to follow Shi Ling's train of thought for a moment. "Little Grandmaster, cocaine is legal in many places in our Bai Country. Some places have strict regulations, but rarely impose the death penalty. Some places have even abolished the death penalty."

Shi Ling frowned, but when he thought about the fact that it was legal to carry a gun here, it was not difficult to understand.

"This would have been a huge profit. But you said you hated cocaine and disdained to profit from it, so you asked us to destroy it."

At this point, Shi Zhenxiang scratched his head and laughed, "We were originally planning to burn it. But you said it wasn't gunpowder smoke, it was tobacco smoke. Then you told us to imitate the Chinese practice of destroying opium at Humen, soaking it in seawater and then adding quicklime."

Shi Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and she suddenly asked Shi Zhenxiang curiously, "How did you become the patriarch of the Wells family with your brain?"

Shi Zhenxiang: "Of course it depends on your support and the Pope!"

Shi Ling: "The Pope?"

Shi Zhenxiang subconsciously looked up at Gu Xiuji behind Shi Ling. Seeing him shake his head slightly, he laughed dryly and said, "He's our friend. It's a pity you've forgotten."

Yu Chen noticed the interaction between Shi Zhenxiang and Gu Xiuji, glanced at Gu Xiuji calmly, and said to Shi Zhenxiang, "Show Shi Ling the photo of your Pope. Maybe she'll recognize him."

Shi Ling also nodded: "Yeah. Look, who is calling someone so childish?"

Gu Xiuji: “…”

Shi Zhenxiang laughed dryly: "Hahaha, I don't have a photo of the Pope. He doesn't like having his picture taken."

"Oh. Old man, you still have to take some photos, otherwise you won't be able to find a suitable one when you need a posthumous portrait." Shi Ling suggested sincerely.

Yu Chen couldn't help laughing.

Shi Zhenxiang silently looked up at the Pope.

Gu Xiuji was not angry. There was a hint of tenderness in the helpless look he gave Shi Ling.

He asked, "Shi Ling, I know some hypnosis techniques that can bring back lost memories. Would you like to try it?"

Shi Ling shook his head. "Thank you, Brother Ji. I do have some mental issues, but I've already made an appointment with a psychiatrist. She should be free to come to Yuncheng soon. I won't bother you with anything else."

Gu Xiuji's eyes darkened. Although Shi Ling didn't say who it was, he knew it must be Gu Yang.

What he did to Shi Ling seemed flawless in front of everyone, except Gu Yang who was able to see through it at a glance.

"Okay, then I wish you a speedy recovery. But we are friends and neighbors. If you need me in the future, just call me." After being rejected by Shi Ling, he did not ask about the matter in detail, as if he had a strong sense of boundaries, which was just right and would not offend people.

Shi Ling also nodded amiably.

But Gu Xiuji could feel that she was obviously more distant from him than from Yu Chen, and he felt a tightness in his heart.

"Young Master..."

Shi Ling raised her hand. "Stop! My name is Shi Ling. Don't call me that as if I'm some old monster, okay? Don't try to trick me with Photoshopped photos. I often read official information and have a strong awareness of anti-fraud."

Shi Zhenxiang: “…”

Shi Zhenxiang felt extremely sad and glanced at Gu Xiuji.

Gu Xiuji stepped aside to make way for the butler and bodyguards waiting nearby, and gently reminded, "Before Patriarch Wells came, didn't he say he wanted to clarify the misunderstanding with Shi Ling and apologize?"

"Yes, yes, Junior Master...Miss Shi Ling." Shi Zhenxiang felt that addressing Junior Master by her name was somewhat disrespectful, and he couldn't bring himself to say it, so he simply called the housekeeper over and said, "Hurry and move the things over here."

Shi Ling glanced at the boxes and said, "I don't want your things."

Trying to bribe her with gifts? She wouldn't go along with them!

"These are all Chinese antiques we stole from pirates before. I heard that those pirates also stole them from tomb robbers. Those tomb robbers originally wanted to smuggle the things overseas for sale, but they didn't expect to be robbed by their fellow robbers. What do we call this? The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!" Shi Zhenxiang deliberately used his poor northeastern accent in Chinese for the last sentence.

Shi Ling's mouth twitched slightly, but after seeing the Chinese antiques in the box, his attitude changed instantly.

How can this be called bribery? It originally belonged to China, this is called returning the jade intact to Zhao!

"Chief Wales, thank you so much. Although that idiot in your family did cause us some trouble, your apology was very sincere. I will accept the things. If there are other Chinese antiques, I would also be grateful to you." Shi Ling looked at Shi Zhenxiang with such enthusiasm and eagerness that Shi Zhenxiang almost thought he remembered him.

Shi Zhenxiang was overwhelmed with emotion and immediately said, "Don't worry, little master, we will definitely work harder to rob the thieves and swallow all the benefits without leaving any evidence, and then give them to you!"

Shi Ling asked the hotel front desk for a pen and paper, wrote down the address, and said to Shi Zhenxiang, "Thank you, Chief Wells. From now on, just send things to this address. You are such a good person! On behalf of the people of this country, I thank you!"

Shi Ling bowed solemnly as he spoke.

Shi Zhenxiang was so frightened that he took a step back. He immediately felt a sense of mission and responsibility that came with a heavy responsibility: "Little Master, don't worry, I will definitely do it!"

He didn't expect that even though the young master had lost his memory, he still had a natural trust in him!

Gu Xiuji glanced at the address Shi Ling wrote to Shi Zhenxiang, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It had been passed on before, but now it was donated directly to a Chinese museum without any concealment.

Forget it, let her take advantage of her amnesia to act as she pleases.

Anyway, as long as he finds someone to take the blame, he can still help her get away with it in front of the priest.

Shi Ling accepted several boxes of antique calligraphy and paintings sent by Shi Zhenxiang, and asked Yu Chen to help pack them and send them back to China.

…

The Heaton family's private auction was held in an underground mall. Many family bodyguards guarded the entrance, and only those with tickets could enter. Those who came were either wealthy or noble.

Shi Ling, Yu Chen and Zhu Youjian were checking their tickets to enter the venue when suddenly a female voice full of sarcasm came from behind them.

"Isn't this the Chinese homeless guy under the Museum Road overpass? Did he steal the ticket? How come even such a lowly person can enter your Heaton family's auction?"

Shi Ling and the others turned around and saw a young woman in a red printed coat. She looked like she had an oriental complexion, but her makeup was heavy and European, with a slightly raised chin, giving her an imposing presence.

The bodyguards addressed her respectfully as "Mrs. Deco."

Shi Ling remembered that Zhu Youjian said that the family behind the Duncheng Museum was the Deke family.