At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sky seemed to be on fire.
Jianghai City, Xicheng District, Banshanwan Villa Area.
A man in his twenties walked towards a three-story white European-style villa to the north.
He was wearing a white shirt, a pair of washed white jeans, and a pair of yellowed flat shoes. His attire was really out of tune with the surrounding environment.
Ye Zhiqiu's face turned gloomy, and he suddenly turned his head and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into the grass: "Nah!"
He walked to the door and found that the door was unlocked. He raised his right foot, kicked the glass door open with a bang, and yelled: "Ye Shihao, Ye Xuan, you two beasts, father and son, Are you dead?"
Suddenly, there was a "thumping thumping" sound from upstairs, and two figures quickly ran downstairs.
The one in front was a twenty-seven-year-old man wearing Armani casual clothes.
At the corner of the second floor, there stood a tall middle-aged man. His face was as heavy as water, with a cigar in his mouth, his head tilted, and he glared at Ye Zhiqiu fiercely.
"Little bastard, do you still dare to come? Are you tired of living?" Ye Xuan looked fierce.
Ye Zhiqiu sneered continuously: "Ye Shihao, why don't you hide like a turtle today?"
Ye Shihao was furious: "That damn dad of yours didn't educate you well! Little brat, if you dare to come here again, I'll break your legs!"
“You robbed my family’s property and company, when will they be returned to us?”
Ye Zhiqiu's face was cold, "You seek money and kill yourself, kill people to seize family property! There are many brothers who turn against each other, but there are very few beasts who dare to go as far as you, even killing your own brothers!"
Ye Shihao said with a cruel smile: "Stop spitting here!"
"Your father looks like a short-lived man at first glance! Your father lost money in business and it was my mortgage guarantee. Don't you have to pay it back?"
Ye Zhiqiu's grandfather, Ye Changjiang, was a somewhat famous young man in Jianghai City during his lifetime, with a net worth of four to five billion. Before his death, he clearly assigned two villas and two small companies to his two sons.
Ye Zhiqiu's father, Ye Chutian, was a bit timid and cowardly. He guarded the family property left by his father and lived a quite comfortable life.
But his eldest brother Ye Shihao was bold and daring. He invested in stocks, real estate, and finance. Later, he went to Yunnan to sell jade and made more than one billion in just two years.
After Ye Shihao's repeated persuasion, Ye Chutian was finally tempted and invested all his wealth on his eldest brother, hoping to make a big fortune, but unexpectedly, he lost everything this time.
Not only was there no cash left of 30 million yuan, the company with a valuation of about 200 million yuan and the villa of 5 million yuan were all paid to the eldest brother, and he was still owed 3 million yuan.
Ye Chutian finally came to his senses afterwards and realized that he had been trapped by his elder brother. He had been begging for it for several years, but Ye Shihao had tried every possible means to swallow up his property. How could he return it to him?
Three years ago, Ye Chutian died in an accident, and now only his wife and three children are left to depend on each other.
"God knows what you did!"
"Ye Shihao, your whole family is so conscientious that you are not afraid of being hit by a car when you go out?"
Ye Shihao was furious: "Little boy, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will send you, your mother and your sister's family to reunite with your damn father underground!"
"Bullshit! I'll kill you!"
Ye Xuan roared, rushed to Ye Zhiqiu, and kicked him with his foot.
Ye Zhiqiu turned slightly to the side, raised his left foot, and kicked Ye Xuan in the stomach. Although Ye Zhiqiu is not as big as Ye Xuan, he exercises regularly and is much stronger than Ye Xuan.
This kick was so powerful that Ye Xuan screamed "Ouch", took a few steps back, and squatted on the ground.
"I'm going to send you to see that damn daddy of yours right now!"
Ye Shihao was furious, ran over in a few steps, grabbed a porcelain bottle on the wall cabinet on the right, and hit Ye Zhiqiu hard on the head.
"Go to hell!" At the same time, Ye Xuan rushed over and kicked Ye Zhiqiu with his leg.
Ye Zhiqiu retreated quickly, and there was a "crash" sound. Ye Shihao hit the wall cabinet and the porcelain bottle shattered.
Ye Xuan kicked him in the stomach, and Ye Zhiqiu involuntarily stepped back and hit the wall cabinet.
I saw a variety of antiques placed on the wall cabinets, including two Yuan blue and white porcelain vases, four jade tablets, jade bowls, a Xuande stove, and a one-foot-tall Dushan jade sculpture of Sun Wukong causing havoc in heaven. .
Sun Wukong is riding on colorful clouds and carrying a golden cudgel on his shoulders. He is full of fighting spirit and majestic.
These are the objects left by Ye Zhiqiu's grandfather Ye Changjiang.
Ye Changjiang used to be considered a semi-literate person. In his spare time, he liked to collect some calligraphy, paintings and antiques. He has never studied systematically, nor did he learn from any famous antique connoisseurs or collectors.
It was purely a hobby. He only read dozens of books and bought some without asking professionals to identify whether these items were genuine or fake.
I just occasionally communicate with a few Tibetan friends who are also half-way monks to entertain myself.
Ye Zhiqiu has been particularly fond of this statue of Sun Wukong causing havoc in heaven since he was a child. His grandfather had given it to him a long time ago. But Ye Xuan was jealous of his grandfather's preference for him, so he made a bet with him and used despicable means to win the statue.
Ye Xuan doesn't like these things at all, but since he was a child, he has tried every means to take away whatever he likes.
"Grandpa gave this to me, I must take it away!" Ye Zhiqiu stretched out his hand to hold the statue of Monkey King causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
"Take it back? I'll give it to you right now!"
With a ferocious smile on his face, Ye Xuan took a step forward, grabbed the statue first, and smashed it on Ye Zhiqiu's head.
With a "bang", the jade statue suddenly became shattered.
There were two sounds of "pop" and "pop", and two more porcelain pieces hit Ye Zhiqiu's head, shattering to pieces in an instant.
Ye Zhiqiu felt a thick liquid flowing down from his head.
Suddenly, he seemed to notice a dazzling red light flashing in front of his eyes and disappearing in an instant.
"Huh? What is that?"
Ye Xuan and Ye Shihao also saw the red light, and their eyes widened. However, when they took a closer look, they found that the light had disappeared.
The two people hurriedly rubbed their eyes and looked around, but they never saw the red light again. They both thought they had seen it wrong.
Ye Zhiqiu felt a splitting headache. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face. He vaguely saw with his eyes several fingernail-sized black jade fragments lying on the ground. When he pieced it together carefully, it seemed to be a small black jade as high as a finger. people.
The little man had all the facial features, was dark in color, and exuded a strange aura.
Ye Xuan and Ye Shihao also saw the pieces of Xiu Jade. This Xiu Jade statue should have been hidden in the statue of Sun Wukong. It was exposed due to accidental damage.
Ye Shihao knew something about jade. Although Xiu jade was one of the four famous jade in China, its value was extremely low and no one paid attention to it at all.
Ye Xuan knew nothing about jade. He looked at Ye Zhiqiu in horror, a little panicked.
Although the father and son were not afraid of heaven or earth, it would not be easy to solve the problem if someone died at home.
Ye Shihao, a cunning old man, snorted coldly: "If you dare to make trouble again in the future, you won't end up like this! I'll give you a little lesson this time!"
Ye Xuan said coldly: "Yes! Get out of here!"
"Ye Shihao, Ye Xuan, this matter is not over yet!" Ye Zhiqiu gritted his teeth in hatred.
