Shengshibaojian

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The old scholar quietly made himself a pot of Dahongpao black tea, which was his favorite tea.

At the same time, he also made himself a bowl of Zhajiang Noodles and a bowl of clear water Zhajiang Noodles without sauce. Even though there was no Zhajiang, the old scholar ate Laba Garlic and devoured it with great relish.

His eyes were swollen high, bloodshot in his eyes, as if he was about to bleed anytime, anywhere.

After eating the clear water noodles, the old scholar stood up without saying a word, took out the brand new pen from the pocket in front of him, and wrote vigorous and powerful handwriting on the envelope in front of him.

"Xiaoyu, Shen Qiu, when you read this suicide note, I may not be in this world anymore. I still have to explain some things clearly. The old scholar has been an upright person all his life, and he doesn't want to be unclear when he leaves. Chu."

"In short, the Prince of Yan's sword was lost in my hands. To be precise, it was stolen by despicable means. I am sorry for the country, for the entrustment of my ancestors, and for the Yanjing Antique Industry, because A momentary omission caused an irreparable loss, and let the Japanese islanders Songcun and Boss Mao succeed! In a word, I, Lan Shenghua, deserve to die!"

"But even if I die, I can't die so cowardly. I don't offend everyone and everyone offends me. If anyone offends me, I will punish him! I will take revenge on Songcun as he treats me! I will definitely get back the Prince's sword in its original form!"

"Xiaoyu, Shen Qiu, you don't have to worry about my safety. There is only one purpose for this trip, and I will not give up until I achieve it! Before I leave, I have a few important things to tell you! First! If I don't succeed in getting back Prince Yan’s sword, please help me find it! You must not be taken back by the Japanese islanders, even if you destroy the sword, the Japanese islanders will not be able to succeed!”

"Secondly, it's about the incident of Jin Guangrong and Zheng Guangrong. Before this, Jin Tong was my favorite young genius. I expected him and Shen Qiu to have a showdown in the finals of the national division list. Who will win? I have no way to study, both of them are rare geniuses, and no one can predict the final result until the end!"

"If Zheng Guangrong wins, then he will definitely become a lackey of the Ridao people, and he will definitely be dyed by Songcun's methods in the future. Such a person cannot be kept! To some extent, he is also the treasure of our Yanjing City , remember! Never let the Japanese take him away unless it is absolutely necessary! Even if it destroys him! Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"If Zheng Guangrong loses, he will definitely become an abandoned child. He knows too many secrets. With Mao Xiaokun and Songcun's style of doing things, he will definitely not be allowed to continue living in this world. The simplest way is to Take his life, if the matter really develops to that point, I hope you can save him! Give him a chance to reform! After all, the golden pupil once in a thousand years is too rare!"

"Zheng Guangrong is a treasure of our Yanjing City, I still say the same thing! If you can keep it, just keep it, if you can't keep it! I'd rather the jade be broken than the whole!"

"The third is about Mao Xiaokun. The person I have always suspected is Liu Yangdong! This person is very similar to Mao Xiaokun in terms of age, experience, and tone of voice. I am not sure. If you have Opportunity, we must find out this black sheep in Yanjing City! Definitely!"

In the end, the old scholar explained some things about the store, he had been busy all his life, but in the end he didn't leave much money in his collection, his words were full of guilt towards his daughter and towards Shen Qiu.

After writing the suicide note, the old scholar folded it neatly, put it in the envelope on the table, and put the pen away again.

Putting on a new Chinese tunic suit that he was reluctant to wear all this time, he walked out of the Confucius antique shop silently.

The old scholar first took a taxi to the Lama Temple, where he offered a stick of incense to the Bodhisattva, and begged the Bodhisattva to bless him so that he could recover the Yang Sword of the Crown Prince of Yan as he wished, and recover unnecessary losses for the country in time.

Then he went to the Ditang Park next door for a walk, where he met an old friend, and chatted with the old friend for a few minutes.

It was almost one o'clock when he came out of Ditang Park and walked northeast. He probably knew where Prince Yan's sword was.

……

Also at one o'clock, Xia Chaoxiong hurried out of the lobby of a hotel with an oversized guitar case in his hand, and quickly got into a jeep, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the airport at top speed .

As soon as he got in the car, Xia Chaoxiong received a familiar phone call from an acquaintance. After the call was connected, he scolded his head and face: "Bastard! You bastard! They say you are working for the Japanese people? You usually steal chickens and dogs , Digging and selling graves is fine. Now you have to work for the people of Ridao! You have to be shameless! You have lost the face of our Xia family! How can you go to the underground after you let my old bone die? your ancestors!"

This person is none other than Shopkeeper Xia. I don't know where I found out that my son is working for the Ridao people. When I called, I couldn't help but curse.

Xia Chaoxiong held the steering wheel with one hand, showing an impatient expression: "Father, where did you get the news! I have never done anything for the Japanese, and today I will tell you that I am going to Sanya, Hainan to develop catering. Don’t get in touch with the antique world anymore!”

"You bastard! You're fooling me again, aren't you! People outside are spreading the word that you are acting as a running dog and a traitor to the Japanese islanders! There is no impenetrable wall in this world. If you do it, there is still time to turn around now Even if we Yanjing people starve to death, we won’t do anything for the Ridao people!”

"Father, what nonsense are you talking about! Let me finally assure you that I will fly to Sanya today, and I will say goodbye to the antique business from now on, and I will not engage in the tomb robbery business, and your son will officially retire from today on. , When I get settled over there, I will come back and pick you up to enjoy life in Hainan! I won’t tell you yet! I’m catching a plane!”

Whizzing!Whizzing!

Xia Chaoxiong hung up the phone, and was about to turn a corner into the highway, when a strong wind rang in his ears, and a pair of bright red hooks flew in from an inexplicable corner, hooking the backs of his left and right hands accurately.

"Grass! What is this?" Xia Chaoxiong was about to step on the brakes subconsciously, but found that his hands were out of control, and he slammed the steering wheel crazily, running towards the diagonally opposite direction!

However, what was driving diagonally opposite was an expensive muck truck.

Boom!

With a sudden loud noise, the black off-road vehicle crazily crashed into the high-speed muck truck. The huge front of the vehicle was like a beast, swallowing the black off-road vehicle recklessly.

The whole world seemed to quiet down in an instant.

In the haze, Xia Chaoxiong was covered in blood. He opened his eyes, and saw a woman in a floral dress coming into the cab. This woman was very familiar, and she was Songcun's wife, Keiko.

He tried his best and struggled violently: "Keiko! Keiko save me! Save me... I'm Xia Chaoxiong! I'm Xia Chaoxiong..."

Keiko still kept a sunny smile on her face, she quietly walked up and took the huge guitar case from the cab.

"Miss Keiko! Save me! I can do it! I can work for Mr. Matsumura! Hurry up and save me! Save me..."

Keiko was unmoved, she knelt down in front of Xia Chaoxiong, reached out from his inner pocket, took out a box, carefully wiped off the blood on the surface, and finally put it back into her pocket.

"Miss Huizi, please save me. I'm also a member of the Grandmaster Alliance. I don't want anything for Mr. Matsumura. I don't want money! I don't want elixir! Ninth-rank elixir! Eighth-rank elixir! Give it all to Mr. Matsumura!"

The corners of Keiko's mouth turned up slightly, revealing neat and white teeth: "Songcun asked me to tell you three words, he said you are not worthy..."