8 Although I have been lying down, my splitting headache has never been relieved. When I was sleeping, I knew that the sun had risen again, and I actually slept for half a day and a whole night?
When he woke up at dusk, his eyes passed through the bedroom door and fell on the bronze warrior statue. The yellowish sunset shone on his face, as if it was the artistic conception of an old photo deliberately created by the photographer, with an indescribable feeling.
Leisurely vicissitudes of life.
From the very beginning, I had doubts about his orientation. It was facing northwest instead of due west or north, which felt a bit nondescript. When I saw the sword on his waist, I naturally thought of the one snatched away by the Koga ninja.
The inexplicable ancient map - "How long ago did that happen?" I muttered to myself and stood up. After a series of intense changes in Fengqiao Temple, I felt that I had grown a lot, and my state of mind was unconsciously
Become mature.
“If you really took this building apart piece by piece, what would you find?”
I closed my eyes and once again recalled everything that happened after I arrived at Xunfu Garden, the mysterious sounds of bubbles appearing and disappearing, the mysterious disappearance and reappearance of Guan Baoling in the bathroom... It is almost certain that my eldest brother built such a building.
There must be a deep meaning when you come out of a villa with a sinister layout. How can you get nothing with a scalpel-level wisdom?
The splitting headache has disappeared, and I feel like my body is full of endless power again.
Suddenly someone coughed lowly in the study, and I immediately recognized that it was Gu Qingcheng's voice. Regarding the ownership of the guqin, she was no match for the tycoon, so her trip was destined to be in vain.
A burst of electronic music rang on the phone, and she lowered her voice and started to answer the phone: "Well, I know time is precious, but Mr. Feng has been sleeping, so I have to be polite, right? There is no doubt about the authenticity of Guqin. As for the price,
, you can float a little higher, I have my own sense of discretion, besides, the maritime supply line has always been unobstructed, what do a few Japanese have to worry about?"
Her voice is full of confidence, and she has the demeanor of a master who is as good as strolling in the garden. If the other party on the call is Gu Zhijin, it seems that the two brothers and sisters are also determined to win the guqin. So, what ability do they have to fight against
Where is the tycoon’s ability to dominate the world?
After winding up the thread, there was the sound of turning pages again in the study.
It was quiet outside, and the villa was shrouded in a heavy sense of oppression. The approaching dark night only contributed to the worsening of this atmosphere.
I got up slowly and had already changed into a cotton nightgown. In my daze, I forgot who was helping me change my clothes.
"Mr. Feng, how do you feel?" Gu Qingcheng appeared at the door of the study at the right time, holding a Russian version of the book in his hand, his eyes as calm as water, looking through the crystal lenses of his flat glasses with a smile.
I. Her standing posture is that of a standard female clerk in an office building on Hong Kong Island, but her beautiful temperament is incomparable to even the female CEOs of many large companies and even the female congressmen of the Hong Kong Island government.
I smiled apologetically: "Fortunately, it's just that the guqin matter has delayed Miss Gu's schedule. I'm really sorry."
Everywhere in the living room was spotless, probably due to Nobuko's diligent cleaning, especially the warrior statue, which was even more spotless.
Gu Qingcheng patted the book in his hand and smiled meaningfully: "The most beautiful flowers can only be appreciated by travelers who are good at waiting, right? For the Five Lakes Guqin, what's the harm in staying in Hokkaido for ten and a half days?
?" Although her eyebrows are thin, they are extremely charming. They occasionally flutter and dance with the bookish wording. Every sentence she speaks has a pause like a poem, and it is not like an ordinary conversation of ordinary people.
.
I sat on the sofa and tightened the belt of my pajamas. I thought of the decisive aura of the tycoon Taishan, and felt that Gu Qingcheng's bookish aura could not compete with his domineering aura, so it would be more suitable to use Gu Zhijin's philistine aura.
"Mr. Feng, do you have any objections to the price of the guqin?" She asked calmly, leaning on the door frame of the study.
The balance that controlled the atmosphere in the living room was tilting towards her again. I realized this, leaned back heavily, and changed my expression to a serious expression: "Miss Gu, the tycoon was born in the world of Hong Kong Island circles like you. His
You must be familiar with his methods of doing things, so for your own safety, it is best not to confront him. I very much appreciate your brother's principle of "harmony brings wealth", and I hope you have the same insight, okay?
"
Gu Qingcheng raised her head and smiled, then turned back to the study to put down the books, leaving a message: "Thank you for your concern, but I know that the tycoon is a sensible person——"
The original Russian book was the former Soviet translation of "Century". There were so many books, but she chose this version that was very difficult to read, which made me feel suspicious.
When she came back again, she looked at her watch first and said with certainty: "It's almost time. I ordered a set of rosewood piano cases, which will probably be shipped to Sapporo Airport at this time - of course, if Mr. Feng is like this
The side transaction will not be a problem, I will be able to return to Hong Kong Island smoothly before noon tomorrow, then my brother and I will express our 120,000 thanks to Mr. Feng."
The diamonds on the Vacheron Constantin watch emitted more than a dozen bright rays of light at the same time, illuminating the bronze warrior statue opposite me, and her inadvertent movements of stroking her hair showed the calmness of "strategizing and winning thousands of miles".
I knew that some kind of reversal must have occurred while I was sleeping. The tycoon had let go, and she would start arranging the steps to retreat with the guqin.
"Mr. Feng, don't you want to ask something?" She did not sit down, but paced back and forth in the living room with her arms folded, like a dancer who had not heard the warm applause, and felt a little disappointed.
"Where is Qin?" I asked.
She was stunned for a while, but still responded promptly: "In an empty room on the right wing, I need to place it in a space with a room temperature of about 12 degrees Celsius to maintain the linear deformation of the piano board." This question has nothing to do with the overall situation and does not matter.
Not what she expected me to ask.
"So, what's the origin of Qin? What secret is hidden in it that makes it worth the sky-high price offered by a shrewd antique dealer like your brother?" Before she could answer, I raised my hands and added solemnly: "Miss Gu,
Please tell me the real answer. If it is some inexplicable prevarication, it is better not to say it, so as not to waste everyone's time."
I noticed that the study was also spotless, and all the books were neatly arranged. Yasuko is dead, and Nobuko is still doing the same job by herself, which must be very hard - I have never lessened my suspicion of their sisters, yeah
The deaths of Lan and Anzi came quite suddenly. I would rather believe that it was Anzi's abnormal behavior that prompted the messenger behind her to kill her, while Yelan was just a back-up at the right time to distract people's suspicions.
"Ahem..." Gu Qingcheng coughed in a low voice.
My eyes fell on the samurai statue, and I felt more and more that the direction he was facing was weird. The fact that the sword could not be pulled out should indicate the existence of some kind of special mechanism. Is it the mechanism that controls the sword? Or is it?
The entrance and exit of the sword controls the mechanism?
There is no nameplate engraved on this warrior statue, so we can only judge by common sense that its place of origin is China. In Chinese history, there have been tens of thousands of machine design masters, even the lifelike jade cicadas that can fly and scream.
After it was made, it had already reached the wonderful state of "omnipotence, reaching the pinnacle". Isn't it a piece of cake to install more than a dozen sets of mechanisms inside such a huge and heavy warrior statue?
"Mr. Feng, actually knowing the origin of Wuhu Guqin is of no use to you. You don't want to hear lies, and I don't want to tell the truth. What should I do?" She pushed up her glasses in embarrassment, raised her face and thought.
After a while, he came up with a compromise: "I can only say in general terms that its strings can make some kind of special sound, hiding a huge secret - it's just a guess, and I haven't been able to get final confirmation yet.
Are you satisfied with this answer?"
There was a sudden noise in the yard. I stood up and looked out the window. On the road outside the gate, six gray reinforced police cars drove up in succession. Each one was filled with people wearing helmets and looking serious.
Armed SWAT team.
The snipers on the watchtower did not have the guts to shoot at the police car, so the six cars drove straight in, rushed to the steps in front of the villa hall, and stopped suddenly. The car doors opened wide, and a total of thirty SWAT police officers with submachine guns in their arms jumped out and scattered in all directions.
, one team entered the hall, one team controlled the door to the tree-lined avenue of the steps, and the other four teams pressed towards the watchtowers at the four corners.
No matter what they say, gangsters dare not openly confront the police. If the opportunity is lost, the whole situation will be immediately controlled.
Gu Qingcheng repeated: "Mr. Feng, if the answer is satisfactory, can we trade?" She didn't pay attention to the police coming from outside, and just continued her work calmly.
I pointed out the window: "Miss Gu, even if you buy the guqin, how will you transport it out?"
Gu Qingcheng laughed: "Mr. Feng is telling a joke. We are all in the world, why bother asking?"
I also laughed. If we want to leave Japan with private goods, exotic merchant ships on the sea are the best secret passage. But when we saw an elongated black Toyota Crown car appearing smoothly at the end of the road, Gu Qingcheng’s face
His smile immediately stopped. Toyota only produced a hundred of that model of car, all of which were glossy black and only used by the Japanese royal family. There was no driving license plate on it at all, but a one-foot-long, three-digit number plate embedded on it.