Chapter 509: Should we avoid harming our family members, or should we eliminate the root of the problem?
"Mr. Ai, we collected the training fee from you, but you never came back. You came to our house and smashed our sign. I am already an old man, but I got several bumps on my head.
At the beginning, I promised to pay double compensation if I failed to learn, and I even lost my coffin. You must not leave again this time!"
Not only did Old Song yell at Ai Zhixin from a distance, but he also stood up and stuck out his butt to pedal the tricycle hard. It seemed as if he was really afraid that Ai Zhixin would turn around and run away.
Ai Zhixin looked at the tricycle coming at him at a high speed, his teeth were almost broken, but he managed a happy smile on his face.
"Uncle Song, please slow down, I'm not running, I'm coming back to find you, right? Be careful, slow down."
Ai Zhixin held the handlebars of the tricycle with one hand and held Lao Song's arm with the other, and helped him down with a smile on his face.
Then, Old Song grabbed Ai Zhixin's wrist with his backhand and said with tears in his eyes, "You're finally back. You haven't been back for so long. Did you encounter any setbacks? Did you suffer outside?"
[You're asking me if I've suffered? I almost died because of you]
Ai Zhixin almost broke down on the spot.
If he hadn't seen Old Song's different face with his own eyes that night, he might have been so moved that he cried.
But now, seeing Old Song crying and snotting, Ai Zhixin felt his whole body trembling and he wished he could strangle this old man to death.
But Ai Zhixin didn't dare, because this was the capital, not the Lighthouse, and he didn't know how much information Old Song knew about him.
With the appraisal of the value of the cultural relics in Shancheng, the authorities have classified the case as the largest 226 cultural relics smuggling case in the mainland in the past 40 years.
If Old Song now identifies Ai Zhixin as the suspect in the February 26th case, he may not necessarily use the excuse of "no evidence" to evade arrest by relevant mainland authorities.
Logically speaking, Ai Zhixin should have fled overseas immediately to hide from the limelight, but because of the ransom of 200,000 yuan, he was blackmailed by Naoto Nakamura and became a miserable puppet, living in fear all day long, which was even worse than his previous life.
Naoto Nakamura bowed to Old Song and said, "Old sir, we came to you this time to ask you for a favor."
"You want my help?"
Old Song looked at Naoto Nakamura, then asked Ai Zhixin curiously, "Is this shorty your friend?"
“.”
Naoto Nakamura and Zhixin Ai were speechless, while Li Ye and Yu Dongfang beside them could not help but turn their heads away.
I couldn't help laughing, it was so rude.
But it's really not Old Song's fault. Naoto Nakamura is a little over 1.6 meters tall, and even less than 1.65 meters when he's wearing thick-soled shoes. There's nothing wrong with him speaking his mind.
Ai Zhixin grinned and explained, "This is Mr. Naoto Nakamura, my business partner and also my friend."
"Oh~, it's a stupid Japanese friend!"
Old Song suddenly realized what was going on, and then said, "Okay, okay, Mr. Ai's friends are my friends. If you need my help, just tell me. I, Old Song, will do my best to help you."
"Then I'll trouble you, old man," Naoto Nakamura said politely, suppressing his anger. "You are very familiar with Guan Cihui, right? I heard that he has a few artworks that he wants to sell, so I would like to ask you to help act as a middleman."
Old Song asked doubtfully, "I don't know any Guan Cihui!"
Naoto Nakamura's face darkened and he turned to look at Ai Zhixin with a very fierce look in his eyes.
Ai Zhixin's expression suddenly changed, and then he looked at Lao Song for help.
Old Song immediately stepped in and said, "I don't know Guan Cihui, but I know Guan Ciying, and Guan Ciying's family does have some interesting things.
Last time, Mr. Ai took me to meet someone who looked very similar to Guan Ciying. Maybe she was Guan Cihui!"
Naoto Nakamura asked in a deep voice, "Old sir, do you know Guan Ciying?"
Old Song replied: "Yes, it's over at Kita-2 Street. I helped him identify a set of Ming Dynasty official kiln five-color flower and bird pots.
His son saw me the day before yesterday and thanked me for a meal. I told you that his son has made a fortune by dealing in electrical appliances.
The fierceness in Naoto Nakamura's eyes weakened a lot. He learned about the relationship between Guan Ciying and Guan Cihui from Ai Zhixin.
Moreover, Naoto Nakamura had bought a set of fake colorful flower and bird pots from Guan Ciying, and knew that Guan Ciying did live in Kitanijo before.
The Guan brothers worked as carpenters in Shancheng. While trading antiques, they also traded televisions and tape recorders.
Naoto Nakamura's expression softened a little, and he continued, "Then do you know where they live now?"
Lao Song smiled and said, "I don't know where he lives, but give me two days and I will definitely find him."
Naoto Nakamura exchanged glances with Old Song, bowed slightly again and said, "Then I'll trouble you, old sir. Please contact Mr. Guan Cihui as soon as possible and tell him that Mr. Ai wants to buy what he has."
"Sure, sure. Don't worry! Mr. Ai's friends are my friends."
Old Song took on the responsibility, patted his chest bones, and then suddenly lowered his voice and said, "But friends are friends, and I will be the middleman, so you have to give me 500 yuan as an introduction fee?"
"Five hundred? Sure."
Naoto Nakamura laughed sarcastically, as if he was mocking someone like Lao Song for being so short-sighted that he only asked for five hundred yuan as an introduction fee.
But Lao Song immediately corrected him: "It's five hundred dollars. We use U.S. dollars when doing business with our international friends."
“.”
Naoto Nakamura narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Of course, I was talking about the US dollar just now."
Old Song was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Ai Zhixin's arm and pulled him aside.
Naoto Nakamura subconsciously wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
Old Song pulled Ai Zhixin aside and asked in a low voice, "Where did you get this club? Are you planning to make a killing? Or are you playing the long game to catch a bigger fish? Besides, isn't Guan very familiar with you? Why are you looking for me?"
Ai Zhixin also lowered his voice and said, "This guy is a descendant of the Japanese Huang Jun. His grandfather is Nakamura Jianshou. He used to be a colonel in the Huang Jun. He was stationed in Dongshan Provincial Capital for several years and is very interested in the artworks of the mainland."
“.”
Old Song stared at Ai Zhixin blankly, and after a long while he stammered, "Colonel Huang! That's incredible! Their money is not easy to take, right? I don't want to do this job anymore. I don't want to do this job anymore."
Ai Zhixin said: "It's not been more than a few years, why are you afraid of him? Guan Ciying has moved away, and I don't have any acquaintances in Beijing, so you can just help find their family members."
"Okay then! I'll write to you in the next two days."
Old Song agreed with great reluctance, but he was highly alert in his heart.
Old Song once "served" Colonel Nakamura for a period of time and defrauded the other party of a large sum of money. Then, after the prince appeared, his leg was broken by the other party.
Therefore, Lord Beile and Colonel Nakamura are both considered enemies of Old Song.
But Old Song never told Ai Zhixin who his enemy was, so why did Ai Zhixin mention Nakamura Kenshou to him so abruptly?
[Your father is dead, why don't you run away? I'm afraid you can't run away, are you trying to kill me with a borrowed knife? ]
Old Song looked at Ai Zhixin and Naoto Nakamura who got into the car and drove away. Three parts of sarcasm and seven parts of fierceness appeared in his turbid eyes.
Li Ye walked over and poked Old Song, and asked in a deep voice: "Hey, Old Song, what's with that look in your eyes? Are you planning to do something illegal in this great capital?"
Li Ye knew who Lao Song's enemy was, so he had this suspicion.
"No, no, Mr. Champion, don't you know me? I, Old Song, am as timid as a mouse. Besides..."
"Besides, there is an old saying that one person is responsible for his own actions, and the consequences should not affect his family and children."
Looking at Li Ye's serious expression, Old Song knew he couldn't hide it, so he grinned with his yellow teeth bared.
Li Ye stared at Old Song for a long time before pointing his finger at him: "You'd better be careful. These two people are overseas investors, and this is Beijing. Don't get yourself into this."
"I know, I know. No. 1 scholar, please believe me. Trust me."
Old Song bowed and nodded as he sent Li Ye away. He stood up straight only after Li Ye had gone far away.
"It's an old saying that misfortune should not affect one's family, but it's also an old saying that you should cut the grass at its roots! Hehehehe~"
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Ai Zhixin got into the car with a frown on his face. He was not very satisfied with Old Song's reaction just now.
That night, before my father died, he said in person that it was Colonel Nakamura who killed Wei Yucheng's family. The man with the gun was very excited.
But after Ai Zhixin mentioned Nakamura Kenshou just now, why didn't Old Song have any intention of revenge?
Wasn't Old Song like this that night?
"Mr. Ai, what were you planning with that Old Song just now?"
"Ah? No, no, we were just discussing how to find the whereabouts of those antiques as quickly as possible."
Naoto Nakamura laughed coldly, "Really? Aren't you planning with him how to kill me?"
“.”
Ai Zhixin was so surprised that he broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't know whether Nakamura Naoto had heard what Lao Song said just now, or...
Ai Zhixin was frowning and couldn't figure it out! Suddenly, he felt his neck tighten, and was strangled by Naoto Nakamura next to him.
Ai Zhixin shouted in horror: "Mr. Nakamura, I am a lighthouse man."
But Naoto Nakamura didn't even look at Ai Zhixin, who was like a dead fish. He continued to exert force with his arms and said in a cold voice, "I don't care whether you are from the Lighthouse or the Mainland. You and your father have made me lose face in the family. If I die, do you still want to live?"
“.”
Ai Zhixin's face quickly turned red, not the red of excitement, but the red of suffocation.
He kicked and punched his legs so hard that they were completely exhausted, just like facing a vicious gangster and had to accept his fate helplessly.
But he still felt unwilling in his heart, because he brought Naoto Nakamura to the capital city with the intention of killing him, but now he was going to be killed by Naoto Nakamura in advance?
(End of this chapter)
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