Song Yi went out to deal with the stone carvings that were weighed by kilograms, and she sorted out the things in the castle at home.

Fang Jizong was digging a hole outside the door with a sad face. There was a rope tied around the dead chicken's neck. He had pulled it up early in the morning.

The basement was really poisonous, his mother didn't lie to him.

The chicken died a bit pitiful!

He wanted to dig a hole to bury the chicken, but after digging for more than an hour, he couldn't even dig a hole level with the chicken.

In the end, he was tired and just moved a flowerpot from the house and put it on top, and that was it.

The soil in the flowerpot is also soil!

In the end, they all end up in the ground, all the same~

"Mom, what should we do with the things in the basement?" People certainly can't go down there. We can't just keep them underground forever, or else they'll be taken away by mice one day.

Fang Zongtao shifted his gaze from the jade carving to Fang Jizon.

"You care a lot."

Fang Jizong had already thought of an explanation.

"That's ours, I'll definitely care about it!"

She sneered unhappily: "Your uncle Zhang and his men will be here tomorrow, and they will handle it!"

Fang Jizong thought about it and didn't ask any further questions.

When Uncle Zhang came, he asked Uncle Zhang.

The broken stone sculptures were brought back, and Song Yi also brought back a piece of news.

"The old man who sold diaries was beaten badly and thrown on the street. I took him to the hospital."

She thought that the old man had money on him and he was a drunkard, so his money would definitely be robbed. But she didn't expect that he would be beaten.

"Is the injury serious?"

Song Yi: "One of my legs is broken, it's a bit serious, but not fatal!"

"Does the old man know who it is?" She had a vague bad feeling.

This is what Song Yi wanted to tell Fang Zongtang.

"The old man told me that those people asked him for the notebook. He said he sold it, but he didn't remember who he sold it to."

Song Yi added: "Travel biographies are very popular in the antique market in the United States. This old man inherited the diary from his father. Most of the first half was written by his father, and the last two were written by himself."

The old man said this as a reminder to them.

"Can you find out who hit him?"

Song Yi shook his head: "It's a bit difficult."

She thought for a moment and said, "Don't go to the flea market recently. Take care of the shares as soon as possible."

Song Yi nodded. He would go to sign a contract with the Zhang family in the afternoon, and the money would be transferred in three parts afterwards.

One third will be given on the same day.

Song Yi: "I've asked around. There are auction houses here every day. Tomorrow at noon there will be the Guardian Auction House, and in the afternoon there will be the Locke Auction House. Basically there are two auctions every day."

You can go to a decent auction house.

"Make up the list for me. I'm going to go to the auction tomorrow to look around."

Local people of prominence only need to scan their faces to get in. Strangers have to show their financial resources, such as a check for more than half a million dollars, or carry a large amount of cash.

She deposited the cash and gems that Lao Zhang left her in the bank. The asset certificate issued by the bank is also hard currency at the auction house.

Generally, banks only issue this kind of certificate to customers with a net worth of more than 10 million yuan. With just one phone call, you can mobilize the assets deposited in the bank at any time.

Fang Zongtao and Fang Jizon were respectfully invited in.

The auction started soon, and she saw an acquaintance at the auction.

She had a deep impression of Mr. Will, the antique dealer from the beautiful country who had lost to her Qin Bronze Double Dragon in mahjong.

Will saw her, too, and evidently recognized her, raising his glass to her.

She also took a glass of champagne from the waiter and raised it back.

"Mother, we have seen that man before!"

Fang Jizong also recognized Will. This man lost a lot to his mother.

A terrible loss!