Chapter 463

Prince Prince Beile chuckled, livening up the atmosphere for a while, then suddenly took out an object, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Pei Pei Wencong.

"Although what happened this morning was a misunderstanding, since it caused damage to Mr. Pei's reputation, there must be some gesture of apology.

This set of Ming Dynasty official kiln multicolored flower-and-bird pots was originally scouted by Mr. Ai for a friend of Mr. Tong. Now, let it be a gift to Mr. Pei as an apology. I hope Mr. Pei will not mind."

Pei Pei Wencong looked down at the object on the table; it was a set of white-based, colorful teapots, and judging by the other party's implication, it was clearly an antique.

Pei Pei Wencong raised his head and smiled faintly, "Mr. Ming, I, Pei, am not someone who bullies others by relying on power, so an apology is unnecessary. We should just handle things according to Hong Kong law to avoid further complications and criticism."

The smile on Prince Prince Beile's face remained unchanged, but he turned his head to look at Ai Ai Zhixin and Fu Fu Guiyin.

Ai Ai Zhixin smiled sheepishly, looking somewhat embarrassed, while Fu Fu Guiyin glared, gritted her teeth, and then lowered her head to hide her anger.

She felt she had been sincere enough; she had only said one unpleasant thing and then received a slap from Fu Fu Guiru. Her entire left cheek was still stinging like needle pricks.

Just two years ago, a group of street-racing kids caused a traffic accident with Pei Pei Wencong's younger sister, and then these street-racing kids were beaten into the hospital by the passengers in Pei Pei Wenhui's car, and their injuries were all very serious.

【If my father hadn't taken her in back then, she and her daughter would have starved to death long ago.】

Although she had a large sum of money in her hands, she was used to spending lavishly. Watching the numbers in her bank account decrease at a six-figure rate every month, how could she not be anxious?

Do you have money to burn? Hurting others without benefiting yourself?

It was originally Fu Fu Guiru's fault; she wouldn't let her off without paying three or five million. Anyway, she even had a villa on the mountaintop; she could definitely afford three or five million.

But the better Fu Fu Guiru had treated her in the past, the more Fu Fu Guiyin hated her now.

With Fu Fu Guiyin's temper, how could she endure it? But after Mr. Tong produced a few old newspapers, Fu Fu Guiyin became a bit fearful.

But no matter how much Fu Fu Guiyin hated her, the lawsuit had to be fought, and the lawyer's fees had to be paid.

As a result, things were worse now; Pei Pei Wencong simply refused the gift she sent and insisted on taking the legal route.

Only then did she remember how good Fu Fu Guiru used to be. Back then, she could get money from the Fu company every month, and someone would clean up her messes; she didn't have to consider what would happen tomorrow or next year at all.

Pei Pei Wencong paid over 300,000 US dollars in lawyer's fees, not seeking profit, but only to hurt the other party. After one lawsuit, all the street-racing kids went to jail and ended up with criminal records; there was no way to settle out of court.

As a result, Fu Fu Guiyin never expected that after Pei Pei Wencong appeared, the people around her would actually advise her to bow her head and make concessions.

And at this time, Ai Ai Zhixin suddenly indicated that he was willing to take out an ancestral artifact to compensate Pei Pei Wencong, and it would also help their "joint business." Fu Fu Guiyin was suddenly moved to tears, and only then did she swallow her grievances to come and apologize and seek peace.

And guess what happened?

After the lawyer Mr. Tong helped find looked at Fu Fu Guiyin's case, he could only guarantee she wouldn't go to jail, but whether she would have to pay money was hard to say, how long it would take was hard to say, and there was no definitive word on whether a settlement could be reached.

Just as the scene became somewhat awkward, Li Ye suddenly said, "This Mr. Ai, may I take a look at this set of teapots?"

Why do these pots look so familiar?

In the cabinet at home in Zaojunmiao, there was a similar set.

Ever since Fu Fu Guiyin could no longer get pocket money from the Fu company a year ago, she had fallen into a state of living off her savings, gradually becoming anxious and slowly becoming "stingy."

Li Ye took the teapot into his hands in confusion, looking at it carefully from left to right; the more he looked, the more confused he became.

Fu Fu Guiyin wasn't a village woman who hadn't seen the world; she knew immediately that the lawyer's fees would be at least a significant amount, and she immediately felt the pain in her wallet.

Ai Ai Zhixin was stunned for a moment and immediately said, "Of course, feel free to look."

No, not similar, they were almost exactly the same.

Li Ye's observation skills were top-tier and sharp; he felt that the patterns on the set of pots in his hands were carved from the same mold as the patterns on the set at his home.

But Li Ye's set of teapots was a Ming Dynasty official kiln multicolored flower-and-bird pot set that Old Song had bought from Guan Guan Ciying back then.

Ming Dynasty official kilns weren't mass-produced by machines, so how could they be exactly the same?

【No, they are different.】

Seen from the front, this set of pots was highly similar to his own, but if viewed from the side, the degree of color saturation was completely different.

If the two sets were placed together, it would be easier to distinguish them.

Seeing Li Ye looking so carefully, Ai Ai Zhixin felt there was a chance. Although today was about apologizing to Pei Pei Wencong, Fu Fu Guiru also had a lot to do with it, and Li Ye had been standing with Fu Fu Guiru this morning.

"This little brother, this set of official kiln pots belongs to the first-grade cultural relics and has great historical and artistic value, so we are very sincere."

"First-grade cultural relic?"

Li Ye was startled and asked Ai Ai Zhixin, "How did you transport first-grade cultural relics to Hong Kong?"

Ai Ai Zhixin was stunned, "Transport to Hong Kong?"

Li Ye said in surprise, "Didn't you say it was a first-grade cultural relic? Only the mainland has the classification of first, second, and third-grade cultural relics, but first-grade cultural relics are not allowed to leave the mainland. How did you transport them over?"

"The business you want to discuss with Mr. Tong, wouldn't it be smuggling cultural relics?"

Ai Ai Zhixin was speechless for a moment, and the people around him also looked at him one after another, making him very nervous.

"Ahem~"

Prince Prince Beile coughed lightly and said, "In the art museums of the Lighthouse Country, I once saw many of our artworks. I am very heartbroken and deeply hate my own powerlessness, letting our ancestors' things fall into the hands of foreign races."

"This Ming Dynasty official kiln multicolored flower-and-bird pot set is indeed a mainland cultural relic, but two years ago it was actually bought by the Japanese and taken to Japan. This time, I spent a large sum of money to buy it back from Japan."

"Actually, the so-called prohibition on the outflow of cultural relics in the mainland is now practically a mere formality. The reason lies in foreign exchange."

"You all should know that the mainland is currently in urgent need of foreign exchange. As descendants of the Dragon, we have a responsibility to support it with all our might.

However, we are not as wealthy as Mr. Huo and Mr. Pei, so we are unable to donate them for free.

So we thought about doing some small business, taking out real gold and silver to exchange for some things that the mainlanders themselves don't even look at..."

"Of course, only Hong Kong, which shares the same roots, and only people like Mr. Huo, Mr. Ai, and Mr. Pei, who care about the motherland and are relatively wealthy, can ensure that these things only circulate within our Chinese circle.

In this way, our ancestors' things are still in the hands of us Chinese, right?"

It must be said that Prince Prince Beile, who used the pseudonym "Mr. Ming," had a silver tongue, turning an unusual antique trade into a great act of patriotism and love for the people.

But who was Mr. Huo? What kind of business had he done before? Could he not hear it?

So his expression gradually turned cold, and then he glanced at Mr. Tong.

Mr. Tong swallowed his saliva and said with his head lowered, "Actually, Mr. Pei seems to have done similar business. That day I invited a suit of house-guarding armor home, which was transported from Chang'an in the mainland. It seems to be your business, Mr. Pei?"

Pei Pei Wencong was stunned; he didn't expect it to circle back to him.

He did have such a business; it was a simulated armor made by a craft factory contacted by Old Xiong of the Chang'an Film Studio.

At that time, Li Ye's positioning for them was "what is being sold is not a craft, but history," so it sold very well as soon as it was launched.

But that was a real craft! It was a completely different matter from antiques.

But if Pei Pei Wencong said it was a modern craft, damn, could it still guard the house? Was it still history?

Seeing Mr. Huo looking over in confusion, Pei Pei Wencong had to say, "There is such a thing, but we went through formal procedures and came through customs."

In the 1980s, cultural relics in the mainland were classified into grades: first, second, and third. For general cultural relics, they could be exported with special approval from the mainland Cultural Relics Bureau.

Imitations and replicas of cultural relics made after the founding of the country do not belong to the category of cultural relics and can be managed as general items. The small armor business Pei Pei Wencong casually started belonged to imitations and replicas.

But Pei Pei Wencong's meaning in saying this was: you are reselling antiques, did you come through customs? Or did you come by water?

If you came through customs, it's legal. If not, don't you dare compare yourself to me, and don't splash dirty water on me.

And by now, Pei Pei Wencong could also see that this Mr. Ming today seemed to be bringing Ai Ai Zhixin and Fu Fu Guiyin to apologize, but in fact, he had the idea of killing two birds with one stone.

He wanted to take this opportunity to do antique business in the wealthy circle of Hong Kong.

There are many wealthy people in Hong Kong, and many collectors have the hobby of collecting antiques. If there are good things that are high-quality and inexpensive, then this business would be bound to make a fortune.

But first, you have to be able to enter this circle.

Mr. Huo was decades older than Pei Pei Wencong and of course saw it too. He said with a calm expression, "We came today mainly to resolve the dispute between you and Mr. Pei. What does this have to do with business matters?"

Mr. Tong swallowed his saliva and gave Prince Prince Beile a look of helplessness.

But Prince Prince Beile's expression remained as usual, and he said with a smile, "Yes, yes, today we are mainly here to apologize, hoping that Mr. Pei will be magnanimous and turn hostility into friendship. This business is also part of the apology.

I recently heard that a lady from the capital has come to do rosewood furniture business, and her partners in Hong Kong have gained considerable benefits..."

Pei Pei Wencong frowned; he felt that Prince Prince Beile was becoming a bit tactless. How much money could reselling antiques in the 1980s make? Could it compare to the "billions" promised by Li Ye?

But Li Ye spoke up again, "You are talking about Ms. Chen, right? Has she sold so much rosewood furniture in her hands to Hong Kong?"

Prince Prince Beile turned his head and smiled at Li Ye, "Yes, does the little brother know Ms. Chen?"

"I've heard a little bit," Li Ye smiled and said, "I heard she is a descendant of the Plain Red Banner or Plain Yellow Banner. I don't know if it's true or false.

However, she did spend some money a few years ago to buy two warehouses of rosewood furniture, and it took several days to pull them with trucks. Many of them were hundreds-year-old items. Flipping them would definitely be a different price."

Pei Pei Wencong looked at Li Ye strangely, not quite understanding why he had heated up this topic again.

But since Li Ye spoke, he had to support him, "Two warehouses? How could there be so much rosewood furniture?"

Li Ye said faintly, "Confiscated ill-gotten gains, you know! The Eight Banners descendants weren't good at anything else, but they had some ways of fiddling with those things."