An hour later, Zhu Changan followed Cheng Yinuo to the international airport.
The Cheng family chartered a special plane this time that could accommodate more than 80 people. In addition to people from the auction house, the passengers on the plane were all bodyguards from the Cheng family's security team, a total of more than 40 people.
"Miss, why did you bring so many security teams this time?"
Song Yuanxing just pretended to go to the bathroom and quietly checked the luggage carried by the team. He saw large and small bags, densely packed. It seemed that there were quite a few antiques in the auction.
Cheng Yinuo, who was sitting in the first-class cabin, crossed his legs and said, "Qianqian can't wake up. We plan to sell all the antique calligraphy and paintings we have collected over the years, so we cannot do without less security."
"Can't wake up?"
Song Yuanxing was taken aback, but on the surface he tried to remain calm, "We have now collected three antidote pictures, and we are just missing the last one. Should we just give up like this?"
"Qianqian's heart stopped beating."
Cheng Yinuo said with a sad face, "She was in coma for too long, and finally she couldn't wait for the antidote. Qian Qian has passed away, and the operation of collecting ancient paintings should end. You, Teacher Zhou and Teacher Gao The salary will be settled as soon as possible. Thank you for your efforts over the years."
"Okay, my condolences!"
Song Yuanxing shook his head helplessly and returned to his seat in the business class.
After a four-hour flight, the passenger plane landed at the airport in Southeast Asia country x.
All people on the plane stayed at a hotel booked in advance by the auction house.
Song Yuanxing returned to the room, took out a spare mobile phone, and dialed Tang Baichuan's number.
"Hello, Mr. Tang."
Tang Baichuan sat in his spacious office, nodded and said, "Old Song, what's going on over there?"
Song Yuanxing said: "I have followed the Cheng family's team and the people from the Shentong Auction House to Southeast Asia, and now I have stayed in the hotel."
"Is the Cheng family really selling so many items this time? Is it true that Shentong Auction House is promoting so many items? I think the Cheng family will almost be emptied of their wealth." Tang Baichuan asked on the phone.
Song Yuanxing said with certainty on the phone: "There are indeed so many, including almost all the antique calligraphy and paintings collected by the Cheng family over the years. I saw them with my own eyes, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with them."
"What are the Cheng family people going to do? Are they planning to quit the antique world?" Tang Baichuan held his chin and pondered, puzzled.
Song Yuanxing said: "Cheng Qianjin died, so the Cheng family's plan to find an antidote was terminated. The Cheng family was not interested in antiques to begin with. The reason why they participated in this industry was entirely to find an antidote to revive Cheng Qianjin."
"What, Cheng Qianjin is dead?"
Tang Baichuan made a surprised voice on the phone, "It's too early to die. At least you have to wait until I sell the Tiger and Judgment Picture to the Cheng family. What a bastard!"
Song Yuanxing said: "Cheng Qianjin has been in a coma for seven or eight years without eating or drinking. It is a medical miracle in itself. Now that her heartbeat has stopped, it is completely normal. Xiaoyaozui can have such an effect, it is considered a fairy medicine ”
"That's true!"
Tang Baichuan sighed, not because of Cheng Qianjin's death, but because the picture of Tiger Judgment was not sold.
If I had known this, I would have sold it to Cheng Yinuo for two to three billion at the Paris auction, and I wouldn't have lost it to myself now.
"Cheng Yinuo released news before that the Cheng family also has a picture of a tiger in their hands. Is it true or false?" Tang Baichuan asked again.
"I haven't seen it before, it must be fake!"
Song Yuanxing thought for a moment and replied, "I guess it was Cheng Yinuo who spread the word that she had obtained the "Tiger Crouching Picture" in order to lower the price. Now that Cheng Qianjin is dead, the Cheng family is disheartened in the antique industry. They feel cold, so they plan to sell all the antiques in their hands."
"Then I will go to Southeast Asia myself and see if I can get it at a low price."
Tang Baichuan made the final decision, "I'm going to take Ao Bai with me, as well as all the professional teams under me. You can make a statistics for me, what valuable things are there, I will try to catch them all this time .”
"Can."
Song Yuanxing said: "However, the Cheng family has stopped the antique business. Gao Qidou and Zhou Li, I, and I will soon be unemployed. I hope that the subsidy you promised me before will be received as soon as possible."
"Haha...Mr. Song, are you confused?"
Tang Baichuan picked up the coffee cup and said in a sinister tone, "What we are talking about is that after selling "The Picture of a Tiger" to Cheng Yinuo at a high price, we will give you and Zhou Li a 15% commission each. Now the Cheng family will not accept it. The goods are here, where do you want me to get money for you?"
"Tang Baichuan, I warn you, don't play tricks."
Song Yuanxing's tone suddenly became stern, "The Cheng family gives me a salary of hundreds of millions every year. Now that my job is gone, if you don't give me some compensation, do you think I will give up?"
Tang Baichuan suppressed his anger and said with a sinister smile: "Okay, okay...Old Song, how much do you want?"
Song Yuanxing said straight to the point: "I don't care how much Zhou Li wants, but I want 500 million, not even a penny less!"
"Okay, okay...Old Song, you help me get the antiques auctioned by the Cheng family this time, and let me make some money, so I can give you 500 million. I can't conjure it up for you out of thin air, right? It's not three One million, five million!”
"I can only say that I will do my best. Who can guarantee what happens at the auction? Okay, let's not talk anymore and hang up the phone."
After Tang Baichuan hung up the phone, he became furious and slapped the table and cursed angrily.
"You fucking greedy man, if we hadn't planned such a conspiracy and let Cheng Qianjin get drunk, would you have taken your fucking head to get an annual salary of hundreds of millions? Just because your J8 is small and short? ? You are really looking for death!"
Xue Changqing, who was next to him, snorted coldly: "Since we are going to Southeast Asia this time, let's deal with these two greedy guys and get our money back. In the past few years, Zhou Li and Song Yuanxing have gained hundreds of millions from us. They should Take it back!”
Tang Baichuan nodded: "Call Ao Bai and ask him to bring a few killers to solve these two hidden dangers on the spot in Southeast Asia."
Tang Baichuan hung up the phone, drove back home to discuss with his father Tang Dengfeng, and told him that Cheng Qianjin's heart had stopped beating.
Tang Dengfeng is 71 years old this year. He looks energetic and about 1.65 meters tall. He looks somewhat similar to Hong Kong and Taiwan star Eric Tsang.
"Hey...why can't this child be good?"
Tang Dengfeng held a cigar in his mouth and shook his head repeatedly, "We don't really want to kill her, we just want to get some money from the old Cheng family. I remember back then, Cheng Ruhui and I were together. Their Cheng family is now worth trillions, and our Tang family is now worth trillions. My family only has 20 to 30 billion in assets, what should I do if I get some money and spend it? Is it too much?"
Tang Baichuan agreed: "Of course it's not too much. If my father hadn't led Cheng Ruhui to become famous in Xiangjiang, where would the Cheng family have made so much wealth? If the Cheng family has a conscience, they should put Cheng Yinuo Or if Cheng Qianjin marries Ao Bai and gives her a hundred billion as a dowry, that would be called gratitude."
"well……"
Tang Dengfeng sighed and walked around the room, "Back then, I proposed to arrange a baby marriage for Ao Bai, but Cheng Jianlin rejected it. If it hadn't been for her decision, Cheng Qianjin would not have ended up like this. It's all said and done. Damn it!"
"Haha... Although Cheng Rujie has tasted the feeling of being rich and powerful, he now knows that no amount of money can buy his granddaughter's life. Hehe... If he had known this, why bother in the first place."
Tang Baichuan added: "Because Cheng Qianjin died, the Cheng family stopped the antique business. If we want to auction all the antique calligraphy and paintings collected over the years in Southeast Asia, we can only squeeze some profit from these goods. I We have decided to take Chang Qing and Ao Bai to Southeast Asia, and with the cooperation of Song Yuanxing and Zhou Li, we can get this batch of goods at a low price."
Tang Dengfeng nodded: "The antiques accumulated by the Cheng family over the years are worth at least tens of billions. If they put them all up for auction and do well, it will not be a problem to make billions from them."
Tang Baichuan said: "With Song Yuanxing and Zhou Li as internal agents, it's not a big problem. Song Yuanxing said on the phone that he confirmed it when he was on the plane. Cheng Yinuo brought a team of seventy or eighty people on this trip, with large and small packages. There are hundreds of pieces, which are almost all the belongings of the Cheng family."
