Grand Collection

Chapter 1

The first time Kong Xin met Luo Zigeng was at a street stall.

The Antique Street on Sunday has been overcrowded since dawn. Kong Xin mixed with the crowd with a cigarette in his mouth. Looking down at the tiles in his hand, his broad shoulders and long legs, his tall and straight figure, like a clear spring falling on his head, awakened Kong Xin's sleep-deprived head instantly.

It's just that little Bai Yang seems to be a bit troublesome.

"Xiaosheng, this is the Kangxi official kiln that you smashed. Everyone is begging for food in the antique shop. I don't need my brother to teach you what the price is now in the third generation of the Qing Dynasty?" The stall owner was very rude with his old smoke.

There were quite a few people around the stall, and they all watched with gusto. After all, it had been many years since I had seen such a disrespectful Pengci. At first glance, Xiao Baiyang looked like a college student who didn't know much about the world. Sorry to bully.

Kong Xin thought it was interesting, wandered over with a cigarette in his mouth, nodded and said hello to the acquaintance next to him, and squatted beside the stall with great interest. There was excitement in the early morning, life is so beautiful!

The young man pinched the porcelain piece hard, and the veins burst out in his slender and powerful hands. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "This is not the Kangxi official kiln at all! The glaze color is wrong!"

"Nonsense!!!" Selling antiques hates others the most, and the stall owner was furious. He snatched the porcelain from him, threw it into the pile of debris on the ground, and said angrily, "The one you broke If the plum bottle is sent to the auction, the price will be tens of millions. How dare you say that he is wrong when you have no hair? I don’t need to say anything, call the police! We will let the police solve it! "

Kong Xin turned his head to look at the young man, and he happened to be looking at him too. In an instant, Kong Xin felt that something was wrong in the whole world. This boy had eyebrows like thick ink and eyes like cold stars, standing among the crooked melons and dates in the antique street It's just... Absolutely!

The young man didn't notice him, glanced at him, then turned to look at the stall owner again, his handsome face was clouded.

The angry expression shown by this little animal when it was irritated made Kong Xin's heart tingle, and there was a fire in his heart, which ignited, and he couldn't help picking up the porcelain on the ground, I laughed out loud when I touched it.

All eyes fell on him.

Stall owner Feng Liu's expression darkened, "Boss Kong?"

Kong Xin coughed lightly, held the tile and shook it in front of his eyes, and said with a smile, "Sixth brother, just make sense, don't bully the children with your age."

Feng Liu said coldly, "Are you trying to break the rules?"

Don't talk about things when you see them, don't know about them when you ask them, don't care about them, and return early if you don't have anything to do. Kong Xin has been in the antique shop for nearly ten years, so he naturally doesn't mind his own business, but today this young man suddenly made him feel unspeakable. The impulsiveness, especially the look in his pupils when he looked over with anger, aroused all the blood in Kong Xin's body in an instant.

He pointed at the young man casually, "This is my friend, come here today to open your eyes, why, it seems that he knocked your stuff down?"

Kong Xin didn't make it clear in his words, he understood what this guy had done, everyone was discussing business in the antique street, who didn't know who was pissed?

This Feng Liulu is quite wild, and occasionally there will be some good things on the stall, but Kong Xin never accepts his goods. Most of the things I buy are half black and half white, and they are hot to put away.

Although most of the time, what appeared at Feng Liu's stall were fake things at first glance.

For example, this piece of rotten porcelain in my hand that couldn't even reach the Republic of China, the workmanship is poor, the painting style is vulgar, and the materials used are thin... It's also the Kangxi official kiln, your master Kang is so shabby!

Seeing that Feng Liu was still squinting and looking angry, Kong Xin smiled and handed him a cigarette, "Sixth brother, everyone is messing around in this street. If it gets too big, no one will look good."

Seeing that he was determined to protect this young man today, Feng Liu took the cigarette angrily, "If it weren't for Boss Kong's face, I would have... Humph! Friendship price conversion, 500 yuan, the same price!"

Kong Xin laughed loudly, patted the young man on the shoulder, turned and left.

In less than 2 minutes, the young man caught up with him. Standing in the morning light with a schoolbag on his lean and strong shoulders, his temperament and demeanor were incompatible with the hustle and bustle of the antique street.

"Boss Kong, thank you for helping me out. My name is Luo Zigeng."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Kong Xin glanced back at him, "Call me Kong Xin."

"Well," Luo Zigeng chuckled and nodded vigorously, "Brother Kong!"

When he smiled, he showed two small canine teeth, which made Kong Xin couldn't help laughing out, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Brother Kong, let me treat you to breakfast!" Luo Zigeng answered politely, "Thank you so much just now, if it weren't for you, I really don't know how it would have ended, the plum bottle fell down before I touched it, and it shattered In a pile, it's obviously Porcelain..."

Kong Xin laughed, "If you get touched a few times, you will know how it will end. Good eyesight is cultivated with real money." He glanced at the other party's schoolbag, "But don't come here to play if you have nothing to do. There are so many demons and goblins, students should study hard and give back to the society.”

"..."

When the two stepped into the breakfast shop, Kong Xin said loudly, "Two bowls of seaweed egg soup, two cages of chicken soup dumplings, one cage of crab roe dumplings, and one plate of open egg dumplings."

Luo Zigeng's cell phone rang just in time.

"Hey, what? Okay, I'll go back right away, Mom, stop nagging, I always drive carefully," Luo Zigeng stopped, and looked down at Kong Xin who was already sitting at the dining table. Why, "I'm sorry, my family Suddenly something happened..."

Kong Xin was taken aback, "Huh?"

Luo Zigeng showed embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I will invite you next time..."

"Oh," Kong Xin was stunned for two seconds, "then you should go back quickly."

Luo Zigeng turned around and disappeared outside the door at the speed of a rocket.

Kong Xin looked at the steaming food on the table, blinked his eyes, and suddenly went crazy: Hey, you pay the bill first, didn't you invite me to have breakfast? ? ?

The young man like Bai Yang had long since disappeared outside the door.

Kong Xin suddenly lost his appetite. He drank two bowls of seaweed and egg soup depressedly. He felt very uncomfortable. The cooked duck flew away. How did it feel?This is what it feels like now!

It's like after a long foreplay, the two of them are already excited, and the other party suddenly turns into a man with the same style and flies away.

There is nothing more to say about this spontaneous pain in the egg!

It was at this time that Wen Zhijun's phone call came, and his clear and smiling voice healed his fragile heart instantly. Kong Xin packed up the remaining buns and was disgusted as soon as he entered the gate.

"You, you," Wen Zhijun pointed to the packing box in his hand, "Who will you bring it back for?"

Kong Xin took the buns and walked to the kitchen, "I'll keep it as a reminder to myself, do you have any objections to the stupid conversations I made in those years?"

"Who dares to have an opinion on you?" Wen Zhijun shook his head with a smile, "My uncle has a few antiques that I want to sell, and I thought of you as soon as I mentioned it, go and have a look?"

Kong Xin stuffed the buns into the refrigerator and poured a cup of herbal tea, "Isn't that uncle of yours a hardcore antique fanatic who only goes in and out? How can you be willing to sell it?"

"Some time ago he bought a Yuan Qinghua from New York for 1.9 million yuan, and there was a problem with the funds."

"I know about this. It was reported in the media," Kong Xin said in an exaggerated tone, "rich Chinese businessmen spent huge sums of money to bring the national treasure back home. What a sight, what a fame and fortune."

"That thing may not be real," Wen Zhijun said, "I asked experts from the Palace Museum to look at it, and three out of five dare not say it."

Kong Xin thought for a while, "But experts don't necessarily have to be sharp-eyed. It's not like the Forbidden City confiscated fake things."

Wen Zhijun laughed, showing two playful little canine teeth, "I think so too, after you finish reading the goods, I will ask him to take out the national treasure, please hold your eye?"

"Don't be funny, with you here, is it still my turn?" Kong Xin drank the herbal tea in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and felt that all the negative emotions that Luo Zigeng had brought to him were dispelled by Wen Zhijun.

The two drove to Uncle Wen Zhijun's company. After more than half an hour's drive, Wen Zhijun's face was a little sickly pale. Kong Xin looked at him, "Are you okay? Why don't you go back first, and I can go by myself."

"It's okay," Wen Zhijun shook his head, "The doctor said that he is in good health recently, and he needs to be more active. If he is always bored at home, he will suffocate."

"You were originally a patient."

Wen Zhijun was upset, "Come on, can your stocks go up?"

Uncle Wen's company is not small. Kong Xin stepped into the door, glanced around calmly, and smiled - there are many handsome men and beautiful women here.

For example, the little brother at the front desk is very nice, with broad shoulders, thin waist and slender body, handsome facial features and a sunny smile, which is the type that Kong Xin likes.

The little brother noticed his presumptuous gaze, raised his head, and the two looked at each other, knowing each other.

A secretary greeted him, "Young Master Wen, Boss Kong, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to come here. Mr. Luo is in a meeting, and he arranged for me to take the two of you to the tea room first."

"Thank you."

The company's tea room is antique and fragrant, and there are exquisite porcelains on the Duobao Pavilion. Kong Xin looked at an ancient painting hanging on the wall with great interest, and laughed, "Hey, Wang Wei's "Snow River Picture"!"

Wen Zhijun looked at him, "You see it's a fake?"

Kong Xin: "The real thing is in the Forbidden City in Taipei."

Wen Zhijun laughed, "My uncle firmly believes that the one at the National Palace Museum in Taipei is fake."

Kong Xin was speechless, "Why don't you suggest that he test the age of the paper?"

"He doesn't listen to me." Wen Zhijun said helplessly.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, the secretary opened the door in small steps, Mr. Luo walked in, first greeted Wen Zhijun, then shook hands with Kong Xin, "Young Master Kong's visit to the humble house really makes my place flourish."

Kong Xin smiled, "Mr. Luo, you are too polite. It is really a privilege for me, a junior, to be able to enjoy Mr. Luo's collection."

Wen Zhijun interrupted their greetings, "Let's take a look at the goods first."

"Okay," Mr. Luo winked, and the secretary quickly left. Within a minute, several people carried the boxes and filed in, put them in the tea room, and left silently.

Kong Xin walked over and opened the box, "Then I won't be polite."

Secret colors, blue and white, underglaze red, five colors, bucket colors... Mr. Luo has a wide variety of collections, and the one word on the table is like the 5000-year history of China's ceramic development.

Putting down the Yongle blue and white celestial ball vase in his hand, Kong Xin gave Wen Zhijun an indifferent look.

Wen Zhijun sighed, "Uncle, don't you know how much the Kong family can eat in one bite? Since you want to ship, at least show some sincerity."

Mr. Luo's eyes were black and blue, "Zhijun, each of these treasures is my heart..."

Kong Xin was speechless, and tapped the bottleneck of the Tianqiu bottle with his fingers, "Mr. Luo, you are not an outsider, so I'll just say it directly. These six things don't look real to me. They can only be high-quality imitations. In terms of price..."

"What???" Boss Luo jumped up suddenly, "Impossible! I bought them all from abroad, and they have been appraised by experts!"

Wen Zhijun showed a troubled expression of headache, "Uncle, calm down, Kong Xin is right."

"You also look fake?" Mr. Luo was surprised, and grabbed Wen Zhijun, "Both of you must be wrong! Everything here is genuine! Official kiln! National treasure!!!"

Wen Zhijun glanced at Kong Xin, his body twitched suddenly, and he covered his heart with pain, "Ah...I don't feel well...Kong Xin..."

"It's not good! Zhijun has a heart attack!" Kong Xin jumped up, supported Wen Zhijun and strode out, and said quickly, "Boss Luo, you don't need to send him away, I will take Zhijun to the hospital! "

The two supported each other and walked like flying, and disappeared in the elevator in a flash. Wen Zhijun took a deep breath, became healthy in a second, shook his head exaggeratedly and sighed, "Alas, alas, alas, if God wants to destroy him, he must first make him crazy. Uncle is already crazy, trying to pick up leaks, but punching holes again and again."

Kong Xin looked at him and couldn't help laughing, "Pretend to be sick...is it really okay?"

"You think I do?" Wen Zhijun was very upset, "I'd rather pretend to be sick than stay and watch him go crazy."

Walking out of the company, a black Cayenne sped past and stopped firmly at the door. A young man jumped out of the car, slammed the door hard, and strode towards the door.

When the two sides met each other, they were both stunned.

"Luo Zigeng?" Kong Xin stroked his chin. Could it be that life does not meet?

"Brother Kong," Luo Zigeng was surprised when he saw the two of them, "Brother Zhijun, why are you here?"

Wen Zhijun: "Uncle wants to ship a few items, I'll bring Kong Xin to see, do you two know each other?"

Luo Zigeng smiled, "Brother Kong did me a great favor this morning in Antique Street. I haven't had time to thank him yet. Hey, I won't say much. My dad said he has something urgent."

"Okay, go get busy."

Wen Zhijun turned around, and suddenly found that Kong Xin was staring at Luo Zigeng's butt, his face was dazed, and he couldn't help but his face darkened, "Don't think about him, he is my cousin!"

Watching Luo Zigeng run into the elevator, Kong Xin turned his head to look at Wen Zhijun, and laughed a bit awkwardly, raised his chin with his index finger, and raised one corner of his mouth evilly, "Don't think about him, think about you, how about it?" ?”

"Get the hell out of here!" Wen Zhijun kicked him away, nearly having a heart attack in anger.

Kong Xin was kicked down the steps by him, staggered and laughed, "Don't get mad, it's just a joke, I'm a mature man with thoughts, pursuits, morals and lower limits."