Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 868 Bad News - The Inertia of Plot-Driven Kills

As everyone returned to their rooms to pack their belongings and prepare to travel to Yanji Airport to board a private plane back to Beijing, Director Luo suddenly arrived at the guesthouse.

"Director Luo, what happened?"

When Gao Dongxu saw Director Luo enter the room with a gloomy expression, he asked with a frown as he invited him to sit down.

"I just received a call. Tong Ziqing committed suicide by jumping into the lake!" Director Luo said, looking at Gao Dongxu with a heavy voice.

"What?!" Gao Dongxu was genuinely surprised. He had thought that with his interference, Zhu Fang would at least raise awareness in the antique market, if not be completely exposed.

At the same time, it changed Tong Ziqing's fate, but unexpectedly, the plot-driven tragedy still couldn't be avoided.

"what happened?"

Director Luo looked at Gao Dongxu with a complicated expression and said, "Zhu Fang—"

"That shouldn't be the case. Didn't I already publicly reveal how to identify Zhu Fang?" Gao Dongxu said, frowning.

"Your method of making it public is indeed very useful, but Zhu-style imitations are rare to begin with, and not every piece of porcelain will be identified using the methods for identifying Zhu-style imitations."

Moreover, this time, the official kiln masterpiece that Tong Ziqing purchased on behalf of the city museum completely avoided all the defects you pointed out, deceiving everyone. ..." Director Luo said with a helpless bitter smile.

"Who discovered that the porcelain was a Zhu imitation?" Gao Dongxu frowned, sensing a conspiracy.

"An antique dealer named Qi San, on the day of the city's art fair, in front of many media outlets and experts, claimed that the porcelain was a Zhu Xi imitation and pointed out evidence, which was ultimately proven to be true... Tong Ziqing could not face such a shameful fact, and overwhelmed with shame and indignation, he committed suicide by drowning himself in the lake this morning," Director Luo said with a gloomy face.

It's important to know that Tong Ziqing was no ordinary person; his death caused a sensation in the Chinese antiques and stocks circle that was no less than an 8-magnitude earthquake.

"Where is that Qi San?" Gao Dongxu asked, frowning.

"Disappeared..." Director Luo's expression turned even more grim.

"Someone's trying to cause trouble," Gao Dongxu said with a sneer.

Director Luo nodded and said, "This is clearly aimed at us."

"They really never let us have a moment's peace. The Qingming Scroll incident just passed, and now some reckless fools are popping up again," Gao Dongxu said with a hint of helplessness.

"Being able to avoid all the flaws I pointed out, it seems that the Zhu imitation must be new."

Upon hearing Gao Dongxu's assessment, Director Luo's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "You mean Zhu Boqin is still alive?!"

"Besides Zhu Boqin himself, I can't think of anyone else who could avoid all the flaws and create new ones. They're issuing a challenge to us. Director Tong just happened to be there. I never expected him to do something so foolish..." Gao Dongxu said with a sigh.

"The loss of over ten million yuan, coupled with the embarrassment he suffered in front of so many media outlets and the humiliation he caused to so many misjudged experts and colleagues, it's understandable that he couldn't accept it," Director Luo said helplessly.

“No matter what, since they’ve already started the war, we can’t show weakness. Let’s dig out that Qi San first. If he’s a smart guy, he might still be alive. If he’s someone who’s willing to risk his life for money, then he’s probably already been silenced. Let’s start by investigating his network of connections.” Gao Dongxu made the decision and analysis.

"Okay, let's go back to Beijing together." Director Luo smiled with great satisfaction after hearing Gao Dongxu's analysis and decision.

"What about the things on the mountain?" Gao Dongxu asked, frowning.

"Don't worry, it will be secretly transported back to the Ninth Bureau. There won't be any problems. Before leaving, they will create an avalanche to bury everything," Director Luo said.

“Okay, that’s for the best. Let that place remain sealed away,” Gao Dongxu said.

“However, I’m still worried about that map you sold. The Japanese won’t let it go so easily,” Director Luo said, frowning.

"Don't worry, I'll clean this up." Since Gao Dongxu had already set his sights on the white-haired perverted Yamamoto, he naturally wouldn't let that pervert continue to live.

"That's good." Director Luo smiled with satisfaction.

The group immediately set off for Yanji Airport. When Director Luo saw the private jet that Gao Dongxu had rented, he couldn't help but joke, "It's good to be rich."

It was already past 2 PM when they arrived in Beijing. Gao Dongxu and the others parted ways at the airport, and Gao Dongxu accompanied Director Luo to the funeral home. On the way, Gao Dongxu made a phone call to Huang Yanyan.

It was learned that Huang Yanyan was already accompanying Huang Kewu on their way to the funeral home.

When they arrived at the funeral home, Gao Dongxu immediately spotted Huang Yanyan standing at the entrance, looking around anxiously as she waited for him.

Her jet-black hair was loose, and she wore an oversized shirt over a black short-sleeved T-shirt, revealing her slender, fair waist with beautifully defined abs. Her gray mini skirt and black boots perfectly accentuated her slim, fair legs.

It has to be said, Huang Yanyan has a really good figure. This look is cool, youthful, pink, and full of girlish charm. "Yanyan—"

Gao Dongxu got out of the car and called out to her.

Upon seeing him, Huang Yanyan immediately ran and threw herself into his outstretched arms.

A fragrant breeze wafted over him as Gao Dongxu tightly embraced her delicate body and gently stroked her beautiful back.

Huang Yanyan looked up, and their eyes met. Seeing her slightly reddened eyes, Gao Dongxu gently stroked her fair cheek and said, "Did you cry?"

"Yes, Uncle Tong is so pitiful..." Huang Yanyan's nose tingled and her eyes reddened again as she spoke in a trembling voice.

"Alright, don't be sad. Since he made this choice, it's the best way out for him..." Gao Dongxu comforted him gently.

"Yan Yan—" At this moment, Director Luo walked over and called out with a smile.

"Grandpa Luo—" Huang Yanyan, nestled in Gao Dongxu's arms, blushed and greeted him softly with a hint of shyness and tears in her eyes.

"Okay, let's go in and take a look." Director Luo didn't tease Huang Yanyan and nodded.

Gao Dongxu nodded, put his arm around Huang Yanyan, and followed behind Director Luo toward the funeral home.

Many people came to the funeral home, and when they saw Director Luo, many people came forward to shake hands and greet him.

After shaking hands and exchanging a few pleasantries with some acquaintances, Gao Dongxu led Huang Yanyan toward Zheng Yan, who was holding Tong Ziqing's daughter, who was crying uncontrollably and swaying precariously. At this moment, Zheng Yan's eyes were red and she was staring blankly at Tong Ziqing's body.

My condolences.

After bowing to Tong Ziqing's remains, Gao Dongxu and Huang Yanyan went to Zheng Yan and Tong Ziqing's daughter, and held Zheng Yan's hand as he bowed to them in gratitude, offering their comfort.

"Thank you—" Zheng Yan replied, her voice choked with emotion.

"Don't worry, Director Tong is both a mentor and a friend to me. I won't stand idly by. This matter will definitely be resolved!" Gao Dongxu and Zheng Yan said to each other.

Zheng Yan's eyes lit up with tears, and she gripped Gao Dongxu's hand tightly, thanking him again, "Thank you—"

Gao Dongxu nodded slightly, pulled Huang Yanyan, whose eyes were red-rimmed, away, and came to Huang Kewu's side.

"grandfather--"

"Hmm~"

Sitting in a chair, Huang Kewu, who was leaning on his cane, heard Gao Dongxu give him face by calling him "Grandpa" in front of many people. His face twitched, and he was obviously suppressing his excitement. He put on a pretentious look, kept a straight face, and nodded slightly.

Huang Yanyan blushed, gazing at Gao Dongxu with sweet, infatuated eyes through her teary eyes. She bit her red lips and hugged Gao Dongxu's arm tightly.

At this moment, there was a commotion at the door. Everyone looked over and saw Huang Lide, dressed in a Tang suit, with his hair down, and Huang Yijiang, dressed in a smart denim suit and casual sneakers, walking in surrounded by many people. Huang Yijiang exuded a free and easy energy.

"Hmph—" Huang Kewu narrowed his eyes and snorted disdainfully.

Huang Kewu knew his eldest son better than anyone. On the surface, he appeared indifferent and refined, but in reality, he was unscrupulous and had no moral bottom line in order to amass wealth.

When Huang Yijiang saw Gao Dongxu in the crowd, her beautiful eyes lit up, and her pretty face blushed involuntarily. The vivid memory of that day in the car, when she was sneaking around and picking at things, kept replaying in her mind. Her body trembled slightly, and her legs went weak.

However, when he saw Huang Yanyan clinging tightly to Gao Dongxu's arm with a happy expression, his face immediately turned ugly, his eyes filled with resentment.

Gao Dongxu smiled faintly at Huang Yijiang, then watched the father and daughter bow and greet their families before walking over to them.

"Dad—" Huang Lide called out calmly to Huang Kewu.

"Humph--"

"Grandpa~~" Huang Yijiang called softly.

Huang Kewu then looked up at Huang Yijiang and said, "Hmm, it's been a long time since I've seen you. What have you been up to?"

"I went abroad and bought a lot of stuff in Europe. I'll bring it to you the other day so you can take a look..." Huang Yijiang squatted down, took Huang Lide's arm, and said with a sweet smile.

(End of this chapter)