Chapter 479

"I say, Mr. Ai, back then we collected the training fees from people, but you went away and never returned; people came to the door and smashed our sign. I'm an old man, and I had several big bumps smashed onto my head—wow—"

"Back then we promised people double compensation if they couldn't learn, and I even put in my coffin money... This time you absolutely cannot leave again!"

Old Song not only shouted at Ai Zhixin from far away, but also stood up and pedaled the tricycle hard with his butt stuck out, looking as if he were truly afraid that Ai Zhixin would turn around and run away.

And Ai Zhixin, looking at the tricycle rushing over, almost bit his teeth to pieces, but a joyful smile was squeezed onto his face.

"Uncle Song, slow down, slow down; I'm not running away. Didn't I come back to find you? Careful, slow down—"

Ai Zhixin held the handlebars of the tricycle with one hand and supported Old Song's arm with the other, helping him down with a beaming smile.

Then, Old Song grabbed Ai Zhixin's wrist in return, saying with snot and tears: "You've finally come back. You haven't been back for so long; did you encounter any setbacks? Did you suffer any hardships outside?"

【Your mother, asking me if I suffered? I almost died because of you—】

Ai Zhixin almost broke down on the spot.

If he hadn't seen Old Song's other face with his own eyes that night, he might have been moved to tears right now.

Old Song first realized something, then said: "Easy, easy; Mr. Ai's friends are my friends. If you need any help, just say it; I, Old Song, will go through fire and water, and I won't shirk my duty."

But now, looking at Old Song's snot-and-tears appearance, Ai Zhixin only felt a chill throughout his body, wishing he could strangle this old thing to death.

Nakamura Naoto's expression froze, and he turned his head to look at Ai Zhixin, his eyes very ferocious.

Following the appraisal of the value of that batch of cultural relics in Shancheng, the authorities had already classified that case as the largest 226 cultural relic smuggling case in the mainland in forty years.

If Old Song were to identify Ai Zhixin as a suspect in the 226 major case right now, he might not necessarily be able to escape arrest by the relevant mainland departments on the grounds of "no evidence."

Logically speaking, Ai Zhixin should have run away overseas immediately to avoid the limelight, but because of the 200,000 ransom, he was threatened by Nakamura Naoto and became a miserable puppet, living in fear all day long, even worse than his previous days.

Nakamura Naoto and Ai Zhixin were both speechless, while Li Ye and Yu Dongfang on the side couldn't help but turn their heads away,

truly unable to hold back their laughter; it was too impolite.

But this really couldn't be blamed on Old Song; Nakamura Naoto was just over 1.6 meters tall, and even with thick-soled shoes, he wasn't even 1.65 meters. Old Song was just being blunt, which was fine.

"Oh~, so it's a Japanese friend!"

Old Song looked at Nakamura Naoto, then asked Ai Zhixin strangely: "Is this little runt your friend?"

Ai Zhixin grinned and explained: "This is Mr. Nakamura Naoto; he is my business partner and also my friend."

Old Song asked suspiciously: "I don't know any Guan Cihui!"

"Then I'll trouble you, old gentleman," Nakamura Naoto said very politely, suppressing the fire in his heart: "You are very familiar with Guan Cihui, right? I heard he has a few pieces of art he wants to sell, so I'd like to ask you to help be a middleman."

"Last time Mr. Ai took me to see someone who looked very much like Guan Ciying; maybe it was Guan Cihui!"

Old Song immediately went through fire and water, saying: "I don't know Guan Cihui, but I know Guan Ciying, and Guan Ciying's family does indeed have some good stuff.

Nakamura Naoto bowed to Old Song and said: "Old gentleman, we've come to find you this time actually to ask for a favor."

And Ai Zhixin's expression also changed immediately, and then he looked at Old Song with eyes full of pleading.

"Ask me for a favor?"

But Ai Zhixin didn't dare, because this was Beijing, not the Lighthouse, and he didn't know how much of his background Old Song had grasped.

Nakamura Naoto asked in a deep voice: "Old gentleman, do you know Guan Ciying?"

Old Song replied: "Yes, over there at North Second Alley. Back then I did him a favor; I helped him appraise a set of Ming Dynasty official kiln five-colored flower-and-bird pots.

His son thanked me with a meal when he saw me the day before yesterday. Let me tell you, his son has made a fortune flipping electrical appliances now—"

The ferocity in Nakamura Naoto's eyes weakened significantly; he knew the relationship between Guan Ciying and Guan Cihui from Ai Zhixin,

and Nakamura Naoto had also bought a set of counterfeit five-colored flower-and-bird pots from Guan Ciying, knowing that Guan Ciying had indeed lived in North Second Alley before.

And when the Guan brothers were carpenters in Shancheng, flipping antiques back and forth, they also conveniently flipped televisions and tape recorders.

Nakamura Naoto's expression softened a bit, and he continued to ask: "Then do you know where they live now?"

Old Song laughed: "I don't know where they live, but give me two days, and I will definitely be able to find him."

Nakamura Naoto exchanged glances with Old Song, bowed slightly again, and said: "Then I'll trouble you, old gentleman. Please contact Mr. Guan Cihui as soon as possible and say that Mr. Ai wants to buy the things in his hands."

"Can do, can do, don't you worry! Mr. Ai's friends are my friends—"

Old Song took on the whole thing, patted his own chest, and then suddenly lowered his voice: "But friends are friends; if I act as the middleman, you have to give me a five-hundred introduction fee?"

"Five hundred? Can do."

Nakamura Naoto laughed mockingly, as if mocking that people like Old Song were truly short-sighted, only daring to ask for five hundred for an introduction fee.

But Old Song immediately corrected him: "It's five hundred US dollars; when we do business with international friends, we all use US dollars."

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Nakamura Naoto narrowed his small eyes and sneered: "Of course, what I just said was also US dollars."

Old Song was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Ai Zhixin's arm and pulled him to the side.

Nakamura Naoto subconsciously wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Old Song pulled Ai Zhixin to the side and asked in a low voice: "Where did you find this blockhead? Are you planning to slaughter him? Or are you playing a long game to catch a big fish? Besides, isn't the guy surnamed 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 Imperial Army; his grandfather's name was Nakamura Kenshu, who used to be an Imperial Army Colonel and was stationed in the Dongshan provincial capital for a few years, and he is very interested in mainland art..."

Old Song looked at Ai Zhixin blankly, and after a long time, stammered: "Imperial Army... Colonel, huh! That... that's incredible. Their money isn't easy to take, is it? I'm not doing this job, not doing it."

Ai Zhixin said: "This isn't the thirties; what are you afraid of him for? Guan Ciying has moved; I don't have any acquaintances in Beijing, so you just help me inquire and find their family—"

"That... that's fine! I'll give you word in these two days."

Old Song agreed with great difficulty, but his heart became highly vigilant.

Old Song had "served" Colonel Nakamura for a period of time back then, cheated him out of a large sum of money, and then, after the Prince Beile appeared, had his leg broken by the other side.

So both the Prince Beile and Colonel Nakamura could be considered Old Song's enemies.

But Old Song had never told Ai Zhixin who his enemies were, so why did Ai Zhixin mention Nakamura Kenshu to him so abruptly?

【Your father is already dead, why haven't you run away yet? You're probably not going to be able to run, and you're trying to play 'borrowing a knife to kill' with me, aren't you?】

Old Song looked at Ai Zhixin and Nakamura Naoto as they got into the car and drove away; in his murky eyes, there appeared a look of three parts mockery and seven parts ruthless light.

Li Ye walked over, poked Old Song, and asked in a deep voice: "Hey, Old Song, what kind of look is that? You aren't planning to do anything illegal in this big city of Beijing, are you?"

Li Ye knew who Old Song's enemies were, which was why he was suspicious.

"No, no, Top Scholar, don't you know me? I, Old Song, am as timid as a mouse; besides—"

"Besides, we have an old saying: one person does the deed, one person bears the responsibility; disasters shouldn't involve family and children—"

Looking at the serious-faced Li Ye, Old Song knew he couldn't hide it, so he bared his yellow teeth and laughed.

Li Ye stared at Old Song for a long time before pointing his finger at him: "You'd better be careful. These two have the status of overseas investors, and this is Beijing; don't go getting your old bones involved, damn it."

"Understood, understood, Top Scholar, please trust me, trust me."

Old Song bowed and scraped to send Li Ye away, and after Li Ye had walked far away, he straightened his body again.

"Disasters not involving family is an old saying, but... cutting the weeds and digging up the roots is also an old saying! Hehehehe~"

Ai Zhixin frowned and climbed into the small sedan; Old Song's reaction just now hadn't satisfied him.

That night, before his father died, he had said with his own mouth that it was Colonel Nakamura who wiped out the Wei Yucheng family; at that time, the person holding the gun was very agitated,

but after Ai Zhixin mentioned Nakamura Kenshu just now, why didn't Old Song show any intention of revenge?

Old Song wasn't like this that night, was he?

"Mr. Ai, what were you plotting with that Old Song just now?"

"Ah? No, no, we were just discussing how to find the whereabouts of that batch of antiques as quickly as possible."

Nakamura Naoto laughed coldly: "Is that so? Weren't you plotting with him on how to slaughter me?"

Ai Zhixin broke out in a cold sweat in surprise, not knowing whether Nakamura Naoto had heard Old Song's words just now, or—

Ai Zhixin was frowning and couldn't figure it out, but suddenly felt his neck tighten and was strangled tightly by Nakamura Naoto beside him.

Ai Zhixin shouted in terror: "Na... Nakamura-kun... I am a Lighthouse citizen..."

But Nakamura Naoto didn't even look at Ai Zhixin, who was like a dead fish, and continued to exert force with his arm, saying coldly to himself: "I don't care if you're a Lighthouse citizen or a mainland citizen; you and your father have already made me lose all face in the family... I'm dead, and you still want to live?"

Ai Zhixin's face quickly turned red—not the red of excitement, but the red of suffocation.

His legs, which he had been kicking hard, no longer had any strength; it was as if he were facing a vicious hooligan, and he had helplessly resigned himself to his fate.

It was just that his heart was still unwilling, because he had brought Nakamura Naoto to Beijing wanting to kill the other party, but now he was actually going to be killed by Nakamura Naoto ahead of time?

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