Chapter 509: Should We Avoid Harming Our Family Members or Should We Root Out the Problem?

"Mr. Ai, we collected the training fee from them, but you never came back. They came to our door and smashed our signboard. I am already old, but I have been hit on the head by them.

We promised to pay double compensation if we couldn't learn, and I even lost my coffin. You must not leave again this time!"

Old Song not only yelled at Ai Zhixin from a distance, but also stood up and kicked the tricycle hard. It seemed that he was really afraid that Ai Zhixin would turn around and run away.

Ai Zhixin looked at the tricycle that was coming at a high speed, and his teeth were almost broken, but he squeezed out a happy smile on his face.

"Uncle Song, please slow down, I won't run away, I'm back to find you, right? Be careful, slow down"

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

Then, Old Song grabbed Ai Zhixin's wrist with his backhand, and said with tears in his eyes: "You are finally back. You haven't been back for so long. Did you encounter any setbacks? Did you suffer outside?"

[You are 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 that night, he might have been moved to tears at this moment.

But now, seeing Old Song's tears, Ai Zhixin felt trembling all over, and he wanted to strangle this old guy to death.

But Ai Zhixin didn't dare, because this is the capital, not the lighthouse, and he didn't know how much details Old Song had about him.

With the appraisal of the value of the batch of cultural relics in Shancheng, the official has identified that case as the largest 226 cultural relics smuggling case in the mainland in the past 40 years.

If Old Song now identifies Ai Zhixin as a suspect in the 226 case, he may not necessarily evade arrest by the relevant mainland departments on the grounds of "no evidence".

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

Naoto Nakamura bowed to Lao Song, and then said: "Old sir, we came to you this time to ask you for a favor."

"Ask me for help?"

Lao Song looked at Naoto Nakamura, and then asked Ai Zhixin curiously: "Is this little dwarf your friend?"

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Naoto Nakamura and Ai Zhixin were speechless, and Li Ye and Yu Dongfang next to them couldn't help turning their heads away,

I couldn't help laughing, it was too rude.

But it's really not Lao Song's fault. Naoto Nakamura is just over 1.6 meters tall, and less than 1.65 meters with thick-soled shoes. There's nothing wrong with him being straightforward.

Ai Zhixin grinned and explained, "This is Mr. Naoto Nakamura, my business partner and my friend."

"Oh~, a Japanese friend!"

Old Song suddenly realized, then said, "Okay, Mr. Ai's friends are my friends. If you need my help, just tell me. I, Old Song, will do my best to help you."

"Then I'll trouble you, old man," Naoto Nakamura said politely, holding back his anger, "You are very familiar with Guan Cihui, right? I heard that he has a few artworks that he wants to sell, so I want to ask you to help as a middleman."

Old Song said in confusion, "I don't know any Guan Cihui!"

Nakamura Naoto's face froze, and he turned to look at Ai Zhixin with a very fierce look.

And Ai Zhixin's face changed immediately, and then he looked at Old Song with help in his eyes.

Old Song immediately stepped in and said, "I don't know Guan Cihui, but I know Guan Ciying, and Guan Ciying's family does have some interesting things.

Last time, Mr. Ai took me to see someone who looked very similar to Guan Ciying. Maybe it was Guan Cihui!"

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

Old Song replied, "Yes, she is in Beier Tiao. At that time, I helped him identify a set of Ming Dynasty official kiln five-color flower and bird pots.

His son saw me the day before yesterday and thanked me for a meal. I told you that his son is now making a fortune by dealing in electrical appliances."

The fierceness in Naoto Nakamura's eyes weakened a lot. He knew the relationship between Guan Ciying and Guan Cihui from Ai Zhixin.

And Naoto Nakamura also bought a set of fake five-color flower and bird pots from Guan Ciying, and knew that Guan Ciying did live in Beier Tiao before.

The Guan brothers worked as carpenters in Shancheng. When they were dealing in antiques, they also dealt in TVs and tape recorders.

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

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

Naoto Nakamura exchanged glances with Old Song, bowed slightly again and said: "Then I'll trouble you, old sir, please contact Mr. Guan Cihui as soon as possible and tell him that Mr. Ai wants to buy what he has."

"Okay, okay, don't worry! Mr. Ai's friends are my friends."

Old Song took on the responsibility, patted his chest bones, and then suddenly lowered his voice and said: "But friends are friends, I act as a middleman, you have to give me 500 yuan as an introduction fee?"

"Five hundred? Sure."

Naoto Nakamura smiled sarcastically, as if he was laughing at people like Old Song who were so short-sighted that they dared to ask for 500 yuan as an introduction fee.

But Old Song immediately corrected him: "It's 500 US dollars. We do business with international friends in US dollars."

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Naoto Nakamura narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Of course, what I just talked about was US dollars."

Lao Song was stunned for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Ai Zhixin's arm and pulled him aside.

Naoto Nakamura subconsciously wanted to stop him, but he didn't have time.

Lao Song pulled Ai Zhixin aside and asked in a low voice: "Where did you find the mallet? Are you planning to kill someone? Or are you fishing for a big fish with a long line? Besides, isn't the guy named Guan very familiar with you? ?”

Ai Zhixin also lowered his voice and said: "This guy is a descendant of the Japanese Huang Army. His grandfather's name is Nakamura Kenju. He used to be a Colonel of the Huang Army. He was stationed in Dongshan Provincial City for several years and is very interested in art from the mainland."

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Old Song looked at Ai Zhixin blankly, and for a long time he stammered: "Colonel Huang Jun! That's great. Their money is not easy to get, right? I don't do this job." Done, no more."

Ai Zhixin said: "It's not three or more years, what are you afraid of him for? Guan Ciying has moved. I have no acquaintances in the capital. Just help me find their family members."

"That's alright! I'll give you a letter in the next two days."

Lao Song agreed with great embarrassment, but he was highly vigilant in his heart.

Old Song "served" Colonel Nakamura for a period of time and defrauded him of a large sum of money. Then, after Lord Baylor appeared, his leg was broken by him.

Therefore, Lord Baylor and Colonel Nakamura are both enemies of Lao Song.

But Lao Song never told Ai Zhixin who his enemy was, so why did Ai Zhixin mention Nakamura Kenju to him so suddenly?

[Your father is dead, why don’t you run away quickly? You’re afraid you won’t be able to run away. Are you going to kill me with a borrowed knife? 】

Lao Song looked at Ai Zhixin and Naoto Nakamura who got into the car and drove away, with a look of sarcasm and a stern look in his cloudy eyes.

Li Ye came over, poked Old Song, and asked in a deep voice: "Hey, Old Song, what's that look in your eyes? Are you trying to do something illegal in this big capital?"

Li Ye knew who Lao Song's enemy was, so he had this suspicion.

"No, no, No. 1 Scholar, don't you know me yet? I, Lao Song, am as timid as a mouse. Besides,"

"Besides, we have an old saying, if one person does something, one person is responsible, and the harm will not affect the family and children."

Looking at Li Ye with a serious face, Lao Song knew that he couldn't hide it, so he bared his yellow teeth and smiled.

Li Ye stared at Lao Song for a long time, then pointed him with his finger: "You'd better be careful, these two people have the status of overseas investors, and this is the capital, don't use your old bones to do anything." Go in."

"I know, I know, Number One Scholar, you believe me, believe me."

Lao Song nodded and bowed and sent Li Ye away. After Li Ye walked away, he stood up straight again.

"It is an old saying that trouble does not harm the family, but it is also an old saying to eradicate the roots! Hehehehe~"

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Ai Zhixin frowned and got into the car. He was not satisfied with Lao Song's reaction just now.

That night, before my father died, he personally said that it was Colonel Nakamura who killed Wei Yucheng's family. The man with the gun was very excited at that time.

But after Ai Zhixin said what Nakamura Kenshou just said, why didn't Lao Song have any intention of revenge?

Wasn't Lao Song like this that night?

"Mr. Ai, what were you planning with that old Song just now?"

"Ah? No, no, we are just discussing how to find the whereabouts of those antiques as soon as possible."

Naoto Nakamura smiled coldly: "Really? Aren't you planning with him how to kill me?"

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Ai Zhixin was so surprised that he broke into a cold sweat. He didn't know whether Naoto Nakamura heard what Lao Song said just now, or...

Ai Zhixin is frowning and confused! But suddenly he felt his neck tighten and was being strangled tightly by Naoto Nakamura next to him.

Ai Zhixin shouted in horror: "Mr. Nakamura, I am the lighthouse man."

But Naoto Nakamura didn't even look at Ai Zhixin, who was like a dead fish. He continued to use his arms and said in a cold voice: "I don't care whether you are a lighthouse person or a mainlander. You and your father have already made me a member of the family." I’m so embarrassed. I’m dead, do you still want to live?”

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Ai Zhixin's face quickly turned red, not from excitement, but from suffocation.

The legs he kicked hard had no strength left, as if he had resigned to his fate in the face of a vicious gangster.

But he was still unwilling in his heart, because he brought Naoto Nakamura to the capital with the intention of killing him, but now he was going to be killed in advance by Naoto Nakamura?