Chapter 480: Encountering an Expert

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

Ai 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 loosened his grip on his neck.

"Hah~ hah~ hah~"

Ai Ai Zhixin gasped for air continuously, as pitiful 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 have not been caught yet, pray that they haven't had their mouths pried open, pray that the batch of goods hasn't been completely confiscated, and don't be stupid enough to try and trick me with counterfeits.

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

After coughing continuously, Ai 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 at all."

Back then, Ai Ai Zhixin had been forced into a corner and called Nakamura Naoto to take 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 whatsoever, and that he could crush him with a flick of his finger.

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

But after Ai 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 Ai Zhixin was whispering with Old Song again, and thinking of that set of counterfeit 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 Ai Zhixin.

Yet deep in his heart, he was screaming frantically: "My father is already dead, 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 would be easy to deal with; it just depended on who found them first.

But Ai 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 at night, Nakamura Naoto's sedan finally arrived at a small village in Baishi Township.

Ai Ai Zhixin nodded repeatedly with a smile.

That was why Nakamura Naoto had trusted Ai 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 Guan Dasheng among them at a glance.

After a long while, Nakamura Naoto smiled gently.

Ai Ai Zhixin added, "Has your dad sent any word these past few days?"

Guan Dacheng nodded slowly without speaking.

In the end, Old Song still managed to get his 500 USD in advance.

"But a few days ago, after he collected deposits from several people, he suddenly disappeared. It's 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 USD. As long as I see Mr. Guan Guan Cihui or his family, I will give it to you."

"A few days ago, Guan Guan Ciying's son, Guan Guan Dasheng, was constantly flipping electrical 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 Guan Ciying's house to buy that set of multicolored flower-and-bird pots, he had seen Guan Guan Dasheng and knew he was Guan Guan Ciying's son.

Ai 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."

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

Guan Dacheng shook his head slowly, again without speaking.

Old Song sat in Nakamura Naoto's sedan, spitting as he talked for a long time, insisting on locking in his 500 USD referral fee.

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

"Guan 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 Ai Zhixin obtained a large batch of antiques, he wouldn't be able to pay it off even in eight lifetimes.

Ai Ai Zhixin rubbed his red, swollen, and painful neck, lowering his head to express his submission to Nakamura Naoto.

A con artist can only deal with the person being deceived before the matter is exposed; otherwise, they will be dealt with by the other party.

"But 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 USD cannot be less."

However, what Ai Ai Zhixin didn't expect was that Old Song's efficiency was extremely high. By the next evening, he notified Ai 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 Ai Zhixin and Inoue Koji got out of the car and walked over, but Ai Ai Zhixin did not greet Guan Guan Dasheng; instead, he struck up a conversation with the honest and sturdy young man beside Guan Guan Dasheng.

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

The Nakamura family sent Nakamura Naoto and Ai 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 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 Ai Zhixin had a headache. This Guan Dacheng was Guan Guan Cihui's son; he had thought he was a few cards short of a full deck back then, and now it seemed he wasn't just short one, but two or three.

How was he supposed to keep Nakamura Naoto steady?

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

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

"I know!"

Ai Ai Zhixin looked at Guan 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 dad has kept them for our family for so long; the hard work fee will not be lacking. I guarantee you'll be satisfied later."

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

"Wait for me a minute."

Ai Ai Zhixin hurried 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 Guan Dacheng.

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

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

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

【It's 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 people?】

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

Nakamura Naoto thought the same.

Although he was going up the mountain in the middle of the night, he was not very afraid.

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

Secondly, it was because of Nakamura Naoto's current identity, which had invisible privileges on this land.

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

It was clearly he who had made the first move, yet he had received an apology from the other party.

Sometimes he even wondered why his grandfather and those people had insisted on using force back then?

How did they think?

After walking for more than ten minutes, the Guan Guan Dasheng in front suddenly stopped in a grove of trees.

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

Ai Ai Zhixin asked strangely, "Did you just dig up those old items today? Where is the stuff?"

Ai 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 Guan Dacheng picked up a shovel and said in a muffled voice, "My dad 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 by someone,

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

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

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

"Guan Dacheng, don't be agitated. Your dad really got separated from us. Maybe 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 dad to come back..."

Ai Ai Zhixin retreated while speaking.

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

Since you were still able to find your way here, then you are just courting death yourselves."

"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 Ai Zhixin's soul fled in terror; he turned around and ran for his life.

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

"Bang~"

The shovel struck Ai Ai Zhixin on the shoulder, knocking him down in one blow.

The shovel had been swung vertically, comparable to a broadsword.

Nakamura Naoto shouted loudly, "Inoue, hurry and finish him off."

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

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

But no matter how high one's martial arts are, one fears a kitchen knife, let alone a shovel, and in the pitch-black night at that?

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

"Clang, clang, clang~~"

"Ow, ow, ow~"

In the pitch-black mountain forest, miserable wails rang out continuously, and it was only after a long while 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 against 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 anxiously brought their 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 suggest? You're eloquent all day, but when it comes to the crucial moment, you always let me make the decision?"

Guan Guan Dacheng pondered for a while, then said, "We encountered an expert. According to what my dad said, they left a line of retreat. If we see that old man again in the future, we'll steer clear of him."

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