Ning Zhiheng and Mu Zhengyi walked around the various counters again before returning to their seats and patiently waiting.
About forty minutes later, the military officer hurriedly returned and handed a leather bag to Kawamoto Kuraji.
Kawamoto Kuraji reluctantly put down the white porcelain bottle in his hand and handed the leather bag directly to Ning Zhiheng without even looking at it.
Ning Zhiheng quickly stepped forward, took the briefcase, opened it, and took out the banknotes inside. After carefully counting them, he nodded and smiled, "Mr. He, the amount is correct, so these two white porcelain vases are now yours."
After saying this, he took two steps forward and, under the watchful eyes of Kawamoto Kuraji and the people around him, personally picked up a white porcelain bottle and carefully placed it in the packaging box next to him.
Then he picked up the second porcelain bottle, but at that moment, an accident happened!
As he held the white porcelain vase in his right hand, for some reason, it slipped from his grasp and fell down his wrist.
Amidst gasps of surprise, the white porcelain vase crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
This priceless white porcelain vase, a masterpiece from the Xing kiln of the Tang Dynasty, shattered on the ground.
Everyone gasped in surprise, no one had expected such an unexpected turn of events. Even Shi Qiaoshan, who was standing far away, jumped to his feet in shock and rushed forward.
Especially Kawamoto Kuraji, who was closest to Ning Zhiheng, watched as the white porcelain vase slipped from his hands. His heart leaped into his throat, but he couldn't react in time. When the vase hit the ground and shattered with a crisp sound, Kawamoto Kuraji felt as if his own heart had shattered at the same moment!
He cried out, feeling a tightness in his chest, and broke out in a cold sweat. He let out another muffled groan, his body went limp, and he leaned against the table, clutching his chest.
This scene was immediately noticed by Kurita Taro, who had been watching him closely. He quickly stepped forward to support Kawamoto Kuraji, anxiously calling out, "Sir, sir, how are you?"
This sudden situation caught everyone off guard. Ning Zhiheng and Mu Zhengyi quickly called out, "Mr. He, how are you? How are you?"
In an instant, the people around him helped Kawamoto Kuraji to his seat, including an attendant who had been standing silently behind Ning Zhiheng.
Amidst the chaos, the attendant's hand lightly brushed against Kawamoto Kuraji's waist. Just as everyone was surrounding Kawamoto Kuraji, the attendant subtly stepped back two paces, as if being pushed aside by the crowd, and ended up on the periphery of the crowd.
With his hands behind his back, he flicked his sleeve, revealing a bunch of keys. His left hand produced a box of key impressions from somewhere, and with nimble fingers, he pressed each key onto the impression with incredible speed—all in less than ten seconds. Then he rushed forward, subtly squeezing next to Kawamoto Kuraji. The keys slipped from his sleeve onto his index finger, grazed Kawamoto Kuraji's waist, and were gently and deftly placed back inside.
All of this was done with extreme ease, and was completed smoothly amidst the chaos of the crowd. The three guards around Kawamoto Kuraji were so flustered by Kawamoto Kuraji's fainting that they did not notice this subtle change at all.
Kawamoto Kuraji kept his eyes tightly closed, and after a long while, he finally slowly opened them. Kurita Taro quickly asked in a soft voice, "Sir, how are you feeling?"
Seeing Kawamoto Kuraji slowly open his eyes, Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly! He hadn't expected the test to be so effective. It turned out that Kawamoto Kuraji indeed had a heart problem. The moment the white porcelain bottle shattered, he clutched his chest and fainted.
If Kawamoto Kuraji had died like that, it would have been a clean break, even though he didn't die inside the consulate or the Japanese concession, which would have caused some controversy. But in full view of everyone, he had simply collapsed, so the cause of death would be plausible, and the Japanese wouldn't have said anything in the end.
Thus, the task was successfully completed. However, unexpectedly, the old man recovered in a short while.
Ning Zhiheng secretly lamented his misfortune, thinking that the old Japanese devil was lucky to be alive, and it seemed he would have to send him on his way himself.
After opening his eyes, Kawamoto Kuraji looked at the people around him, then at Kurita Taro, and couldn't help but sigh softly, saying slowly, "What a pity! What a pity!"
Everyone knew what he meant; he was referring to the broken white porcelain vase.
Ning Zhiheng said somewhat awkwardly, "Mr. He, it was all my fault for the accident. But don't worry, it's entirely my responsibility. If you still want the remaining bottle, the price will be halved. If you don't want it, I'll give you a full refund."
With the help of the others, Kawamoto Kuraji slowly straightened up and sat up, saying each word clearly, "Such a rare treasure has become even rarer. The remaining one will be even more valuable, and I must keep it!"
Ning Zhiheng didn't waste any words. He took the briefcase, took out half of the banknotes, placed them on Kawamoto Kuraji's desk, and said, "Mr. He, I'm returning six thousand US dollars to you. This white porcelain vase is worth five thousand five hundred dollars. Are you satisfied?"
“No,” Kawamoto Kuraji shook his head again, “I’ll take the rest of the vase, plus the porcelain shards on the ground, six thousand dollars! Mr. Wu, what do you think?”
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