The old man glared at them, scaring them into silence, but it was clear that none of them wanted to agree.
Only Wei Haihong thought of Zhou Xuan, turned to look at him, and looked at him with a questioning expression.
Although Zhou Xuan hadn't fully recovered his strength after resting for a while, he could speak without any problems. He nodded and said, "I also agree that the old man should be discharged from the hospital and recuperate at home."
Zhou Xuan had his reasons for saying that. Although he had slowed down the progression of the cancer, no one could predict when it would recur. Moreover, it was best that no outsiders knew about his treatment, as that would be a problem in the hospital.
The old man understood what he meant, of course. He had been lying in the hospital for so long, suffering so much pain. In fact, it would have been better to die sooner. For someone like him, at his age, what did he care about life and death?
Of course, it's always good to be alive; no one wants to die. The old man was naturally happy to be able to live again without much pain. But he also understood Zhou Xuan's meaning just now—this young man was too strange; perhaps only an extraordinary person could be described as such!
The old man's insistence on being discharged alarmed the hospital's senior management, mainly because the old man's identity was too extraordinary.
Zhou Xuan quietly said to Wei Haihong, "Brother Hong, let's go back. The old man's discharge from the hospital isn't settled yet; it'll probably require negotiation and take time. I'm not in a hurry either."
Wei Haihong understood Zhou Xuan's meaning and knew that his younger brother had some secrets he didn't want others to know. Seeing that the old man was getting better, he was overjoyed and didn't refuse him. He said with a smile, "Alright, we'll go first. Eldest brother, second brother, you make the arrangements. Let Dad stay at my place."
His older brother, dressed in military uniform, glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense. If you're going to stay, don't go to your lousy place!"
Seemingly used to being scolded by his older brothers, Wei Haihong smiled and pulled Zhou Xuan away. Zhou Xuan secretly glanced at the old man, only to see the old man nodding at him with a slight smile.
When Achang, who was waiting outside, saw Wei Haihong and Zhou Xuan come out, he followed behind them.
After going downstairs, A-Chang drove out. Wei Haihong and Zhou Xuan sat in the back seat, and only after leaving the General Political Department Hospital of the Military Region did he ask, "Brother, is there any hope for the old man's condition? He looks much better. You really surprised me, not surprised, but delighted."
Zhou Xuan said worriedly, "Brother Hong, I'm not sure either. This is different from your and Xiaoqing's situation before. I have no experience and no confidence. I can only temporarily suppress the spread of the cancer in the old man's illness, but I am powerless to cure it, at least for the time being!"
Wei Haihong was in much better spirits. His grandfather's illness had been agonizing; he'd rather his grandfather be gone than suffer like this. But the fact that Zhou Xuan had managed to restore his grandfather to a normal state was his greatest joy. As for the problem Zhou Xuan mentioned, he only said it was temporary, just temporary. Perhaps a solution would emerge later. Although current science couldn't explain it, his brother's past actions had already been explained by things beyond scientific comprehension. He decided not to dwell on what he didn't know; at least for now, his grandfather was doing well! The people at Wei Haihong's villa were somewhat puzzled. When they left, Wei Haihong had a gloomy face, but he returned all smiles.
"Achang, Ade, Hongjun, the three of you come out with me." Wei Haihong called out their names. "Li Jun, you wait at the villa. The old man and the others might come here in a while, but it's not certain. Anyway, you stay here in case we need to. We'll take care of our business first."
Including Wei Haihong and Zhou Xuan, there were five people in total, in two cars. Wei Haihong and Zhou Xuan rode in one car, and Achang drove.
After getting on the bus, Wei Haihong asked Zhou Xuan, "Is this the Panjiayuan Antique Market?"
Zhou Xuan nodded, glanced at his watch again; it was only 2:30. After thinking for a moment, he asked Wei Haihong for his phone, then smiled and said, "Brother Hong, the phone you gave me got damaged when it fell into the sea!"
Wei Haihong smiled and shook his head, "What does it matter!"
Zhou Xuan dialed **'s number again and asked him to bring the items to Panjiayuan.
When they arrived at Panjiayuan, Achang and Ade parked their car on the side of the road, while Zhou Xuan and Wei Haihong remained in the car, waiting. However, parking was not allowed in this area, and patrolling traffic police would pass by from time to time.
Sure enough, within five minutes, a traffic policeman rode by on his motorcycle. He saw the two Mercedes-Benzes parked on the side of the road, parked his motorcycle in front of them, got out of his car, took out a ticket and a pen, walked to the car, and knocked on the window.
Achang slowly rolled down the car window. The traffic policeman saluted and said, "Hello, please show me your driver's license!"
Achang didn't say anything, but took out two certificates and handed them to him.
The traffic policeman opened the document and took a look. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at it carefully. His expression changed, and he immediately returned the document to Achang. He saluted again, then turned around and rode away on his motorcycle without looking back.
Zhou Xuan clicked his tongue and laughed, "A-Chang, what did you show him? He didn't even give me a ticket and just left without saying a word!"
Achang chuckled and said, "I just showed him a senior security guard badge. He's a policeman, so he naturally understands the purpose of this badge. Hehe!"
Achang didn't explain that these high-level security guard certificates have different levels, but they are all for protecting high-ranking officials and generals at the provincial or ministerial level or above. However, even the lowest level is not something that traffic police can interfere with. Getting away from this trouble as soon as possible is the wisest and most important thing.
At this moment, Zhou Xuan saw his boss's Sonata driving up from afar. It stopped at the intersection and looked around, but it didn't seem to notice the Mercedes-Benz Zhou Xuan was sitting in.
The two cars were only ten meters away from ** at most, but ** didn't even look at them, looking anxious.
Zhou Xuan rolled down the car window and leaned out, calling out, "Boss, over here!"
Looking over at the sound, I saw that the head peeking out of the rear window of the Mercedes-Benz was none other than Zhou Diwa's.
He paused for a moment before saying, "What are you doing? Where did you borrow this Mercedes to fill the space?" As he spoke, he approached, then bent down and whispered, "Young man, did you pay someone to fill the space?"
Zhou Xuan glanced at his watch and chuckled, "Boss, don't say so much. Go in to He Laosan's place now and get the goods. He Laosan will definitely try to raise the price and say something else. Don't pay any attention to anything else. Just say that you must leave it for that foreigner or those two country bumpkins. Just stick to that, then get the goods. But make it clear to He Laosan that you'll deliver it back tomorrow morning!"
He reluctantly agreed, but at this point, he had no choice but to do as Zhou Xuan said; once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. Besides, his brother, whom he hadn't seen for many years, was now acting unusually mysterious. When he sent him to the West City, he thought Zhou Xuan was just putting on an act, but unexpectedly, Zhou Xuan actually brought back two Mercedes-Benz cars, and it seemed there were people inside. He couldn't figure out what Zhou Xuan was up to. (To find out what happens next, please log in to [website name]. More chapters available. Support the author and support genuine reading!)
Volume One: The Lotus Buds Just Begin to Emerge, Chapter Sixty: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada
…Jian was a bit confused. He was wondering if he would sell some forks or not. Of course, Zhou Xuan was mainly concerned about his safety. Now that this problem was solved, things would be easier. Hong Ge wanted to eliminate all of **'s worries at once, which meant that he had to lure out those two country bumpkins and the foreigner.
"Boss, stop dawdling and do as I say!" Zhou Xuan naturally didn't need to, nor could he, explain everything to him one by one.
Ultimately, he was still heartbroken about the more than one million yuan that Mao had spent. He gritted his teeth, stopped hesitating, and turned to walk into the secondhand market. He no longer had time to think about whether he would live or die.
Following Zhou Xuan's instructions, this time he managed to carry the box out in less than five minutes, with the fat man chasing after him. Zhou Xuan heard him and called out, "Xiao Zhang, the price can be negotiated, Xiao Zhang."
Remembering Zhou Xuan's words, she ignored him. She put the box in the trunk of her car, got in, and drove off. Looking out the window, she said to the fat man, "Boss He, I'm leaving now. Call me if you need anything, and I'll bring it over tomorrow morning!"
After saying that, he ignored He Laosan, shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and drove off. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw He Laosan's face filled with regret. He wondered how Zhou Xuan had managed to fake it, making even a shrewd person like He Laosan insist on buying it, not only for the sake of buying but also for several times the price. Was he crazy? That's what he thought, but he was even more nervous. If he didn't sell at that price, what if He Laosan changed his mind tomorrow? Wouldn't that be a complete loss?
My mind was in turmoil. Looking behind me, I saw the two Mercedes-Benzes had followed. Feeling agitated, I was just about to find a place to stop and talk to Zhou Xuan when my phone rang. I freed one hand and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number. I hesitated for a moment, then pressed the answer button.
It was two voices with strong Henan accents: "Is that Brother Zhang? It's us, the two of us, remember? The two who sold you the bronze tripod!"
Startled, my heart skipped a beat. I quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road, trying to calm my racing heart. I said softly, "Oh, it's you. What's the matter?"
"Here's the thing, we'd like to discuss something with Brother Zhang. We don't want to sell that bronze cauldron anymore, could you give it back to us?"
Before they could think of a reply, the man hurriedly added, "Of course, we don't want you to just give it back to us like that. Since it's a business deal, let's discuss it like a business deal. We're willing to buy it back for 4.1 million, is that acceptable?"
Good heavens!
Based on just that one sentence, it's clear these two bastards are in cahoots with He Laosan. He'd barely left He Laosan's place when the call came in. Not only is the timing coincidental, but those two country bumpkins knew they'd been scammed by a fake, so why would they dare come back to him? It's obvious they were pushed out by He Laosan. I don't know how Zhou Xuan did it. He made everyone chase after this fake bronze cauldron like madmen!