Chapter 371

What was set on fire by the 23rd Olympic Games was not just Pengcheng Red Bull drinks, but also Fenghua brand clothing.

It's just that Fenghua brand clothing was already very popular, and this time it was just adding fire to the flames.

Before the opening of the Olympic Games, all sales channels under the Pengcheng Seventh Factory had hung up cultural shirts and sportswear printed with the portraits of mainland sports stars.

At that time, many people in the clothing industry didn't understand. These cultural shirts and sportswear had a very strong time-sensitive nature. What if they couldn't be sold after the Olympic Games ended? Wouldn't they be smashed in their hands? Or have to be sold at a discount or even at a loss?

But the success of the Fenghua brand still attracted many speculators. A group of followers swarmed up, and the streets were full of cultural shirts with the five-ring logo.

It's just that they only printed some clothes with the five rings; very few printed them with character portraits. First, the plate-making was complicated and they couldn't keep up, and second, they weren't sure who would win a medal.

You printed Zhang San's, thinking he could win a gold medal, but Zhang San performed poorly. Customers would be cursing him before you could even sell it to anyone.

But soon they were shocked. As the Chinese athletes kept winning gold medals and medals, people suddenly discovered that the Fenghua brand had guessed right nine times out of ten.

Later, according to insiders, the Fenghua brand had a close connection with the Olympic delegation, obtained first-hand training data, and then, after analysis by experts using scientific methods, produced a winning probability table. That's why Fenghua brand clothes were targeted and hit the mark nine times out of ten.

Hmm, this expert was said to be very young.

...... clothes

Old Song was wearing a Fenghua brand Olympic commemorative cultural shirt printed with the portrait of the Gymnastics Prince, wearing a pair of very stylish sports shoes, pedaling his tricycle unhurriedly into the school, heading to his English training class.

As a result, after arriving at the training class, he found that no one was attending class today, only Teacher Ai was circling around there alone.

"Hey, what's wrong, Teacher Ai? Why didn't any students come today?"

"I let them go back. You finally came, Master Song. Come with me quickly."

Seeing Old Song arrive, Teacher Ai hurriedly pushed his bicycle and greeted Old Song to follow him.

Old Song still turned his tricycle around unhurriedly and asked in a leisurely manner: "Where are you going in such a rush? You have to tell me, right?"

Teacher Ai whispered to Old Song: "I found two good things for my family. You go and help me take a look."

"Good things? What good things?"

Old Song's eyes lit up, and his happy yellow teeth were exposed.

But Teacher Ai was anxious in his heart and didn't notice Old Song's strangeness, just urging him to hurry up.

"Hurry up! I'll tell you on the way. I made an appointment with someone at seven o'clock, and you just happen to be so late today...

I said, our training class has earned quite a bit of money, you find a way to get me a car! Pedaling a bicycle all day has made my leg pain flare up."

Old Song nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's right. With your status, you really shouldn't be riding a bicycle, but cars are hard to get in the mainland. At most, I can get you a motorcycle."

"Fine, fine! A motorcycle is fine too. Buy me the best one, don't worry about the price."

"That's for sure! Mr. Ai is not someone who lacks money! Haha."

Old Song rode his tricycle behind Teacher Ai, looking at his back, and revealed an expression of contempt.

When Old Song first met Mr. Ai, the other party talked to him with the air of an "aristocrat."

But no matter how much you hold your body, your mouth can't lie.

Old Song took Mr. Ai to eat the delicacies of Jingcheng, and his drool flowed out! He couldn't even chew slowly; he had to eat big mouthfuls quickly to cover up his constantly swallowing Adam's apple.

A real aristocrat, can he be greedy for a bite of food?

He babbled all day that he wouldn't wear anything that wasn't custom-made overseas, and his outfit was worth tens of thousands of US dollars. As a result, Old Song got him a few Fenghua brand outfits, and he cherished them so much every day that he wouldn't even let a single hair touch them.

A real aristocrat, can he care whether his clothes are dirty or not? He wouldn't even wash them if they were dirty.

As for the look in Mr. Ai's eyes when he looked at beautiful girls, that goes without saying; it's like he hasn't seen a woman in eight lifetimes.

A real aristocrat, would he lack women?

You're clearly a beggar, but you insist on acting like a prince. Can you pull it off?

However, no matter how much Old Song despised Mr. Ai, Mr. Ai still had great utility value. Since he had value, he could be served.

Today was the time to realize that value.

Old Song followed Mr. Ai, winding around several corners, all the way to the outskirts, before stopping at the gate of a courtyard.

After entering the courtyard, he saw Uncle Guan Er.

Seeing Old Song, Uncle Guan Er gave a cold laugh and said: "I say, buddy, are you determined to follow Mr. Ai for a living?"

Old Song gave a cheeky smile and said: "People go to high places, water flows to low places. Mr. Ai can take me overseas to experience the world, so it's not shameful for me to follow him around."

"Heh, whether it's shameful or not, it's not for you to say. Selling out your ancestors will lead to being struck by lightning!"

There was a reason why Uncle Guan Er was angry.

Because the month before last, this Mr. Ai returned from overseas and found him, showing his tokens and letters, wanting to claim a batch of things left at the Guan family.

Uncle Guan Er didn't agree and insisted on seeing the person who owned the tokens.

Mr. Ai got angry, and in the end, Uncle Guan Er discussed it with the eldest master of the Guan family, letting Mr. Ai see the things first.

But he couldn't let him see everything, so he only showed him one piece.

After Mr. Ai saw it, he used the excuse of not being able to tell the real from the fake to demand finding a buyer to check its authenticity.

If the goods were fake, you certainly couldn't sell them for a high price.

That piece was sold to A-Qiang, and Old Song helped check it.

Originally, Uncle Guan Er thought Old Song was just coming to help. Who would have thought that after helping, Old Song actually got involved with the guy surnamed Ai.

In just a few days, that Mr. Ai stopped listening to the Guan brothers in everything and kept coming up with bad ideas to torment them.

Today he wanted to report them, tomorrow he wanted to expose them, and the day after tomorrow he wanted to contact the relevant departments to persuade the Guan brothers to donate the good things to the country!

The Guan brothers also thought about dealing with Mr. Ai, but Mr. Ai took out his Lighthouse passport and said he had registered at the embassy, so they should try touching him if they dared.

So the two Guan brothers thought about it and decided to give Mr. Ai two more things, but he had to take these two things back to the Lighthouse himself and let Prince Beile check their authenticity.

"Sigh, I say Guan Er, who are you saying will be struck by lightning?"

"I wasn't talking about you, Brother Ai. What kind of fire are you starting?"

"Hmph, I assume you wouldn't dare."

Mr. Ai put on a stinking face and said impatiently: "Hurry up and take the things out for me to take a look. Being so stingy with just a few pennies, and I had to run over here myself."

Uncle Guan Er gave Mr. Ai a cold look, then glanced sharply at Old Song, before taking out the two things.

Old Song took one look and was directly stunned. These two things were a Tang Sancai and a copper incense burner.

Mr. Ai said to Old Song: "Master Song, you take a look and see if they are good items."

"Oh, oh, I'll take a look."

Old Song shook his head, took the things in his hands, and began to look at them carefully.

And while he was looking at the things, Uncle Guan Er said: "Master Old Song, you wouldn't help Brother Ai sell these things for money, would you?"

Old Song shook his head and said: "I'm just an appraiser. Whether to sell or not is not up to me, but up to Mr. Ai."

Mr. Ai said unhappily: "Didn't you write to my father? I'm definitely going to take the things over. Why are you saying these things now?"

"Hehehe."

Uncle Guan Er didn't speak again, but kept sneering.

Old Song looked for a long time, nodded and said: "Good things, really good things. These things would have to be national-level if they entered a museum."

"Fine, then please ask Brother Ai to keep the things safe and give me a receipt."

Teacher Ai gave Uncle Guan Er a receipt very casually, loaded the things onto his bicycle, and left in a hurry with Old Song.

After Old Song and the other left, the eldest master of the Guan family, Guan Cihui, walked over from the back hall.

Guan Cihui said: "Did that guy surnamed Song say anything?"

Guan Ciying twisted his mouth: "What could he say? Being able to let him take two looks at such good stuff is already accumulating virtue from his previous life."

But Guan Cihui said: "Who told you those were good stuff? Those are two counterfeits."

"What?"

Guan Ciying was stunned and said incredulously: "Big brother, you said those two are counterfeits? How is this possible? I clearly looked at them..."

Guan Cihui smiled slightly: "Old Two! I said you were a second-rate appraiser back then, and you still wouldn't admit it. I buried these two things underground for twenty years. How about that? Did they fool you too?"

Guan Ciying was somewhat stunned: "Then... then why is that?"

Guan Cihui said coldly: "To see if Prince Beile is really alive or fake alive."

"Big brother, you mean... to force Prince Beile to come back?"

Guan Cihui nodded slowly: "We haven't been able to see the person, only a few letters. What kind of situation is that?

We can't just let anyone come and take everything away, right? We brothers have guarded these things for so many years, don't we deserve an explanation?"

Guan Ciying looked at his big brother, whose face was gradually becoming gloomy, and finally asked: "Then what if Prince Beile doesn't come back?"

"Heh."

Guan Cihui laughed.

"The world has changed for decades, so naturally, those with virtue should occupy it. And even if you and I can guard it, do you think your Dazhuang can continue to guard it?"

Thinking of his own son's character, Guan Ciying was also dejected and silent.

If Guan Dazhuang knew there were many treasures hidden at home, it probably wouldn't take two months before he sold them all clean. How could he be content with poverty and be a treasure guardian?

"That's right! The Great Qing... is gone."

Old Song rode his tricycle, looking at Mr. Ai riding fast in front, and his heart was simply blooming with joy.

What a pair of dogs. I planned and plotted to hook that beast back, but I never expected that in the end, you guys did the work for me. If I had known, why would I have wasted so much effort?

When Old Song saw those two things, he was directly stunned.

Why?

Because those two things were the last batch of counterfeits he used to fool Major Nakamura back then. They were damn well fakes he made himself.

At that time, he even panicked, thinking that the guy surnamed Guan had discovered his secret and wanted to silence him in this courtyard.

But later, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt. A flash of inspiration hit him, and he guessed the intention of the Guan brothers.

The treasures guarded by the Guan brothers belonged to Prince Beile.

Prince Beile sent someone back to get them now. Not giving them is one thing, but giving him fakes is another thing entirely.

This is like a migrant worker going to ask for wages. If they don't give them for several months, he can at most call 110 for help.

The smarter ones might find the labor inspection department, and the ruthless ones might stand on top of a tower crane to scare the boss.

But if you got the wages, and after going out you found that they were all fake money... what do you think would happen?

Originally I was the creditor, but now do you think I'm a fool?

So Old Song felt that as long as Prince Beile could move, there was a high probability he might come back.

If you beast can come back, why the hell would I still learn A-B-C-D? It made me lose so much hair.

(End of chapter)

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