Chapter 480: Encountering an Expert

Although Nakamura Naoto was not tall, his arms were very powerful, and he quickly made Ai Zhixin feel the terror of death.

Ai Zhixin did not know how much time had passed, but it was not until he felt that everything before his eyes had turned pitch black that Nakamura Naoto finally released his neck.

"Hah~ hah~ hah~"

Ai Zhixin gasped for air continuously, as pathetic as a drowning dog.

Nakamura Naoto twisted his neck, straightened the collar of his shirt, and the words he spoke were colder than the wind over the Arctic glaciers.

"This time, you had better pray that the Guan brothers haven't been caught yet, pray that they haven't had their mouths pried open, pray that the batch of goods hasn't been completely seized, and don't be stupid enough to try and trick me with fakes.

Otherwise, the debt you owe me will never be repaid in a lifetime; you will only be able to pay with your life. Even a Lighthouse passport won't be able to save you."

After coughing continuously, Ai Zhixin said with tears in his eyes, "I know how that debt should be repaid, but if I die, I truly won't be able to pay it back."

Back then, Ai Zhixin was forced into a corner and called Nakamura Naoto to bring 200,000 to Shancheng to save him; that was when Nakamura Naoto realized something had gone wrong.

Because Nakamura Naoto truly felt that Old Song posed no threat at all, and he could crush him with a flick of his hand.

Yet Ai Zhixin had actually bypassed Nakamura Naoto, found someone else to provide funds and channels, and tried to hog the profits using a stupid smuggling route.

But after Ai Zhixin was forced by him to rush to the capital, several days had already passed, yet he still could not find the whereabouts of the Guan family.

Now that Ai Zhixin was whispering with Old Song again, and thinking of that set of fake Ming Dynasty official kiln multicolored flower-and-bird pots, how could the irritable Nakamura Naoto still "win people over with virtue"?

It would be a mercy if he didn't kill Ai Zhixin.

However, in his heart, he was screaming frantically: "My father died long ago, and you are going to die soon too. You must die, otherwise I won't be able to survive."

Now that the Guan brothers had been caught, the Guan brothers' family members would be easy to deal with; it just depended on who found them first.

But Ai Zhixin had said that only a portion of that batch of antiques had been transported out, and the rest were still hidden in the capital.

At a little past ten o'clock in the evening, Nakamura Naoto's sedan finally arrived at a small village in Baishi Township.

Ai Zhixin nodded repeatedly with a smile.

That was why Nakamura Naoto had trusted Ai Zhixin again, spent money to save him, and then forced him to sign an inhumane debt agreement.

There were two people waiting for them at the entrance of the village, and Nakamura Naoto recognized Guan Dasheng among them at a glance.

After a long while, Nakamura Naoto smiled gently.

Ai Zhixin added, "Has your father had any news these past few days?"

Dacheng nodded slowly without speaking.

In the end, Old Song still received his 500 dollars in advance.

"But a few days ago, after he collected deposits from several people, he suddenly disappeared. It was only because I'm well-connected that I found out he has an uncle in Baishi Township in the northern suburbs of the capital..."

"This is 500 dollars. As long as I see Mr. Guan Cihui or his family, I will give it to you."

"A few days ago, Guan Ciying's son, Guan Dasheng, was constantly flipping appliances. Every week he could bring out several tape recorders and televisions, so everyone believed him.

Nakamura Naoto took out five banknotes.

When Nakamura Naoto went to Guan Ciying's house to buy that set of multicolored flower-and-bird pots, he had seen Guan Dasheng and knew he was Guan Ciying's son.

Ai Zhixin immediately said, "It was my own idea, but my father doesn't know how many antiques we found, and your father won't know either."

"You give it to me first. You are three able-bodied men, and I am just a useless old man. Are you afraid I'll take the money and not do the job?"

Dacheng shook his head slowly, again without speaking.

Old Song sat in Nakamura Naoto's sedan, spitting as he talked for a long time, determined to lock in his 500-dollar referral fee.

Nakamura Naoto himself didn't know how to explain it to his grandfather at home; he had actually spent 200,000 to save a traitor?

"Dacheng, you still recognize me, right? I saw you last year."

"Mr. Ai, your father is already very old. We are the most suitable partners. I hope we can each get what belongs to us."

With this amount of debt, unless Ai Zhixin obtained a large batch of antiques, he wouldn't be able to pay it off even in eight lifetimes.

Ai Zhixin rubbed his red and swollen neck, lowered his head, and expressed his submission to Nakamura Naoto.

A swindler can only eliminate the person being swindled before the matter is exposed; otherwise, they will be eliminated by the other party.

"However, I'm only responsible for taking you to find the Guan family; I don't guarantee they have antiques! Regardless of whether the deal goes through or not, my 500 dollars cannot be less."

But what Ai Zhixin didn't expect was that Old Song's efficiency was very high. By the evening of the next day, he notified Ai Zhixin and Nakamura Naoto that he had found the whereabouts of the Guan family.

"Inoue, you go down with Mr. Ai and see if they really have the goods."

"I guarantee, I guarantee I can find that batch of antiques, and I can give up 30% of the profits to show my apology to Mr. Nakamura."

Ai Zhixin and Inoue Koji got out of the car and walked over, but Ai Zhixin did not greet Guan Dasheng; instead, he struck up a conversation with the honest and sturdy young man next to Guan Dasheng.

Then a large batch of antiques fell into the hands of the public, and Ai Zhixin still had the nerve to call him over to redeem the people.

The Nakamura family sent Nakamura Naoto and Ai Zhixin to set up a factory in Pengcheng, firstly to expand the family business into the mainland market, and secondly to obtain a favorable identity to plot for that batch of antiques.

Nakamura Naoto looked coldly at Ai Zhixin and asked, "Giving up 30% of the profits—is this your idea, or your father's idea?"

Nakamura Naoto was very cautious; he did not get out of the car immediately, but let his secretary, Inoue Koji, get out to check.

Ai Zhixin had a headache. This Dacheng was Guan Cihui's son; he had thought he was missing a screw in his head back then, but now it seemed he wasn't missing just one, but two or three.

How could he stabilize Nakamura Naoto with this?

Beside him, Inoue Koji already had an unkind look in his eyes. This guy was a secretary in name, but he was actually strong and powerful—he was just a thug. He didn't know how many times he had beaten Ai Zhixin in the past few days.

Ai Zhixin had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I got separated from your father. He made an appointment with me to pick up the last batch of old items. Do you know where the things are?"

"I know!"

Ai Zhixin looked at Guan Dacheng in surprise, and then was overjoyed.

【So the Guan brothers really did leave behind a portion of the antiques! What greedy things.】

"Then can you take us to see them? Don't worry, your father has kept them for our family for so long, the hard-work fee will not be missing. I guarantee you'll be satisfied in a moment."

Guan Dacheng nodded silently and said, "Follow me!"

"Wait for me for a minute."

Ai Zhixin hurriedly turned back to call Nakamura Naoto.

Nakamura Naoto looked at the pitch-black night outside, hesitated for a moment, but still got out of the car and walked toward Guan Dacheng.

Old Song also wanted to follow, but was blocked by Ai Zhixin: "Old Mr. Song, your work is finished. That 500 dollars is yours."

Old Song said angrily and laughingly, "It really is 'once the bride is in the bridal chamber, the matchmaker is thrown over the wall.' I originally wanted to follow and see, but forget it, I'll wait for you here."

Old Song returned to the car dejectedly, watching the group walk toward the hillside behind the village.

【It's really just like a few decades ago! A few people dare to wreak havoc on a village; aren't they afraid of being hoed to death by someone?】

A few decades ago, a few Japanese soldiers dared to run rampant in the countryside, and in this day and age, it seemed to have reincarnated again.

Nakamura Naoto thought the same.

Although he was going up the mountain late at night, he was not very afraid.

One, he and Inoue Koji were both karate black belts, especially Inoue Koji, whose close-quarters combat was very powerful.

Two, because of Nakamura Naoto's current status, he had invisible privileges on this land.

After graduating, Nakamura Naoto even deliberately got into a fight with someone, and then verified the real existence of his privileges.

Clearly, he was the one who struck first, but he received an apology and compensation from the other party.

Sometimes he wondered, why did his grandfather and those people back then insist on using force?

What were they thinking?

After walking for more than ten minutes, Guan Dasheng in front suddenly stopped in a forest.

Nakamura Naoto leaned over to look and found that two dirt pits had just been dug in the forest.

Ai Zhixin asked strangely, "Did you just dig those old items out today? Where are the things?"

Ai Zhixin understood that antiques were hidden in the dirt, but looking around the dirt pits, he didn't find any antiques.

The honest and sturdy Guan Dacheng picked up a shovel and said in a muffled voice, "My father sent a telegram a few days ago,

saying that if he and my second uncle didn't return before the twelfth day of the first lunar month, it meant they had been harmed,

and the people who harmed him were Mr. Ai and your father. Today is already the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, my father still hasn't returned, but you have come again..."

Ai Zhixin froze for a few seconds, and then felt his scalp go numb.

These two pits—they weren't dug to dig out antiques, were they!

"Dacheng, don't be agitated. Your father really just got separated from us. Perhaps he'll be back in a few days!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't know where those things are; we'll wait for your father to come back..."

Ai Zhixin retreated while talking.

But before he had retreated a few steps, he heard Guan Dacheng say, "I know where those things are, but my father told me that some secrets cannot be known by outsiders.

Since you were still able to find your way here, then you are seeking your own death."

"Woo~"

The long-handled shovel swung in the dark night, emitting a fierce whistling sound, like the wailing of a demon claiming a life.

Ai Zhixin was scared out of his wits and turned around to run for his life.

But just as he turned around, he was violently pushed by Nakamura Naoto behind him, and instead, he was pushed toward Guan Dacheng.

"Bang~"

The shovel slapped onto Ai Zhixin's shoulder, knocking him down in one blow.

The shovel had been swung vertically; it was on par with a broadsword.

Nakamura Naoto shouted loudly, "Inoue, hurry and finish him!"

At this moment, Nakamura Naoto finally understood why his grandfather used force back then—because people really dared to swing a shovel to slap you to death!

Inoue Koji moved at the sound and lunged toward Guan Dacheng. He was very fast; his karate black belt was well-deserved.

But no matter how high one's martial arts are, one is still afraid of a kitchen knife, let alone a shovel, and in the pitch-black night?

In the dark night, you simply can't see the shadow of the shovel, okay!

"Clang, clang, clang~~"

"Ow, ow, ow~"

In the pitch-black mountain forest, miserable wails sounded continuously, and it was only after a long time that it finally fell silent.

Another ten minutes passed, and two black shadows crept up to the sedan parked at the entrance of the village.

"Where's that old man? Why is he gone?"

"I don't know! There was just an old man here a moment ago. We have no grudges with him, so it's fine, right!"

"Don't you know that if you don't pull out the weeds by the roots, they will grow again in the spring breeze?"

"Then what should we do?"

"Drive this car away first, and see how the wind blows in a few days."

"Okay. I don't know how to drive! You drive, brother."

"I don't know how either. I only know how to drive a donkey cart."

"Then let's go and bring the donkey over, tie a rope, and pull the car away."

Ten minutes later, the brothers hurriedly brought the family donkey over.

However... the car was gone.

"Who drove this away? Didn't you bury those people? Brother, were we too reckless today?"

"Then what do you say we should do? You're eloquent all day long, but when it comes to the critical moment, you always let me make the decision?"

Guan Dacheng pondered for a while and then said, "We encountered an expert. According to what my father said, they left a line of retreat. In the future, if we see that old man again, we'll walk around him."

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