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

Chapter 870 Fishing, Undercurrents, Trapped Beast
"No problem, I'll organize it and arrange for Huang Jiao to move it. I'll say it again: all bronze artifacts can only circulate domestically and cannot be taken abroad."

Gao Dongxu reiterated his bottom line.

"Don't worry, this is also the bottom line of our Huang family. If this operation goes well, Yanyan will be able to completely control the entire underground network. To put it bluntly, nothing is more reliable than profit."

"As long as they have resources and can profit from them, they won't care whether it's me or Yan Yan in charge. Whoever throws them bones, they'll follow." Huang Kewu said with a sigh, puffing on his pipe.

"Can Yanyan control them?" Gao Dongxu asked, frowning slightly.

"Hehe, don't underestimate Yanyan. She only acts like a little girl in front of you. In front of others, she always has a cold face and a 'keep away' attitude. She's been by my side since she was little and has been influenced by me. Her ability to handle things and her interpersonal skills are all very good. Her only flaw is that she's impatient."

Huang Kewu praised her with some pride and approval, after all, the more outstanding Huang Yanyan was, the more successful his education was.

"Hehe, that's good." Gao Dongxu smiled and said, "By the way, what has Shen Yunchen been up to lately?"

Huang Kewu's pupils contracted slightly, and he said with a serious and unpleasant expression, "She is leading the Qingzimen people on a nationwide rosewood exhibition tour. The people I sent out have not yet been able to infiltrate the Lao Chaofeng organization. However, some time ago, in order to participate in the exhibition, she went to the Yao family to borrow a large Yuan blue-and-white porcelain jar, but she was unable to borrow it..."

"Hehe, of course she can't borrow it, the jar is with me." Gao Dongxu's eyes lit up, knowing that Shen Yunchen had set his sights on the secret of the five jars.

Huang Kewu narrowed his eyes and looked at Gao Dongxu with a deep gaze, asking, "Is there any connection between that jar and something else?"

Gao Dongxu thought to himself, "He really is an old fox; he's so perceptive."

"I heard it from others. It is said that the five Yuan blue and white porcelain jars were taken from a traitor by Xu Yicheng. Later, the five jars were stolen, but the Yao family kept one. After I won the argument with the Yao family, I chose the Yuan blue and white porcelain jar from the Yao family as one of the spoils of war."

"At first, I thought that since Xu Yicheng had handled it, it might lead to the discovery of some national treasures. But now it seems that the secrets involved in the five jars are probably not so simple," Gao Dongxu said, half-jokingly.

Huang Kewu frowned and pondered, his eyes bright and sharp as he said, "It's definitely not simple. You must protect that jar and absolutely not let it fall into Shen Yunchen's hands. No matter what secrets it involves, as long as she can't get the jar in your hands, she can only watch helplessly."

"Hmm." To be honest, Gao Dongxu was reluctant to destroy the priceless Yuan blue and white porcelain jar containing the Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage, but he still needed to obtain the coordinates of the Fu Gong shipwreck hidden within it. Otherwise, all the Chai and Ge kiln porcelains on that ship would just sit at sea.

No rush. As long as he holds one of the coordinates, Old Chaofeng will definitely not let him off the hook.

I'll just stay seated and watch them perform.

After finishing his business with Huang Kewu, Gao Dongxu went straight to Huang Yanyan's room. He hadn't seen her for many days and needed to catch up on some lessons and reinforce the key points.

"Click——"

Gao Dongxu turned the lock, pushed the door open and entered, then smiled with satisfaction, closed the door, and locked the door.

"Why did it take so long?" Huang Yanyan, wearing a dazzling diamond-studded slip dress, sat up from the bed and said coquettishly. Her flowing hair and red lips perfectly accentuated her sexiness.

To be honest, Huang Yanyan is really good at understanding Gao Dongxu's preferences now.

When Go Dong-wook saw this look, his heart nearly jumped out of his throat—it was too alluring!
Her perfectly curled hair, like the most alluring undercurrent in the night, teased his eyes wave after wave. Coupled with her red lips, so red they seemed to have just emerged from flames, both bold and domineering.

Especially the way she looks up, and the slight upturn of her lips, exudes a lazy yet alluring charm.

To be honest, Huang Yanyan is not at a disadvantage in terms of figure. Among the women, she is quite ordinary in terms of conscience. But the most amazing thing is that it does not affect her sexiness at all.

It must be said that true sexiness isn't about a stiff, lifeless display of body; it's about a sexy sensuality with soul and depth. "Little vixen, getting impatient?"

Gao Dongxu smiled and stepped forward, embracing her alluring body. He teased her, then kissed her fiery red lips. After a long while, their lips parted, and his gaze traveled from her hair to her eyes, spreading all the way from those red lips.

The night was long and sleepless. We poured out our hearts to each other, unable to separate.

The following morning, Gao Dongxu and the rosy-cheeked, radiant Huang Yanyan both changed into black suits. After breakfast, they accompanied Huang Kewu to the funeral home to attend Tong Ziqing's memorial service.

The atmosphere at the memorial service was somber, and there were many more people than yesterday. Gao Dongxu and Huang Yanyan lined up and attended the memorial service according to the procedure. Afterwards, Gao Dongxu and Director Luo gathered some prominent figures from the antique circle in the Beijing-Tianjin area for a meal.

At the dinner, Director Luo gave the official stance on Zhu Fang, who had resurfaced and caused the tragedy: to crack down on him severely. He also stated that the matter would be investigated indefinitely and hoped that the entire industry would mobilize its resources to trace Zhu Fang's origins and the whereabouts of Zhu Boqin, who may have faked his death to escape.

The news that Zhu Boqin might have faked his death and was still alive was undoubtedly a bombshell, creating a huge crisis for everyone in the antique circle.

It's important to understand that genuine official kiln wares are becoming increasingly rare on the market, and any such piece would be highly sought after. However, if counterfeit pieces that are nearly identical to the real thing are mixed in, then no one will dare to make a purchase.

After all, no one would be willing to spend hundreds of thousands, tens of millions, or even more money to take a risk.

The suicide of Tong Ziqing served as a stark warning, casting a heavy shadow over everyone's mood. The entire antique circle was once again gripped by the same fear and trepidation that had gripped it more than two decades ago.

Huang Lide was the most nervous, angry, and anxious about Zhu Boqin's faked death and the reappearance of the new Zhu Fang.

After attending the memorial service and the dinner with Director Luo, Huang Lide returned to his mansion and went directly to the secret room.

As the lights in the secret room came on, the numerous porcelain pieces on the display cabinet reflected a mesmerizing glaze.

Huang Lide stared grimly at the dozens of outstanding works by Zhu Boqin from back then, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

It was assumed that he held onto a large quantity of "Zhu-style imitations," and that he had been holding back from selling them, waiting for the day when official kiln masterpieces would become scarce in the market, so that he could sell them at a high price.

However, although the day he had been waiting for for many years finally arrived, the fact that Zhu Boqin, whom he thought was dead, was still alive and had even created a new Zhu imitation that was even more flawless meant that his wishful thinking would be in vain!
The sudden turn of events enraged Huang Lide to the point that he was ready to kill.

Looking at the dozens of ceramic imitations displayed on the wooden shelf that might become worthless, Huang Lide knew he couldn't just sit and wait for his doom; he had to change his strategy and sell these porcelain pieces as soon as possible.

However, to get rid of such a large quantity of "important imperial kiln artifacts" in one go, a flawless plan must be meticulously designed!

As Huang Lide frowned in thought, the strange, meaningful smile that Gao Dongxu often gave him kept replaying in his mind.

"Could he know something?" The more Huang Lide thought about it, the more he felt that Gao Dongxu's words, actions, and expressions were strange.

Thinking of Huang Kewu, who had kicked him out of his home, Huang Lide's face grew even more gloomy.

Perhaps Huang Kewu told Gao Dongxu about his past, which made his pretense seem ridiculous in front of Gao Dongxu.

"Gao Dongxu..." Huang Lide murmured softly, his eyes suddenly brightening as he thought of his beloved daughter. He turned and quickly walked back to the secret room, took out his phone, and called Huang Yijiang.

"Where are you? With them... Perfect timing, didn't Mr. Gao want a photo of Zhu Boqin? I found one. How about this, I'll invite him to dinner at my house tonight, and I'll give him the photo then... Okay, um..."

(End of this chapter)