Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

In a quiet courtyard house in Beijing.

Master Jin leaned back in his huanghuali armchair, his hands adorned with jade rings. He took a drag on his pipe and slowly exhaled a smoke ring. Standing before him was a young woman, clutching a cloth bag tightly to her chest.

"Uncle Jin, this blue and white porcelain is something my family has protected with their lives. Back when we were destroying the Four Olds, my grandfather hid it in a hidden compartment in the wall. If it weren't for someone in the family being seriously ill and needing money urgently, we would never have sold it." The girl's eyes were red.

Jin Ye scanned the items on the table with a critical eye.

"Young lady, these days, when it comes to collecting old items, it's hard to tell the real from the fake. If your stuff is genuine, the price is negotiable. But if you're trying to fool me with some junk..." Old Jin tapped the edge of the table with his pipe, "In this city of Beijing, you won't have a good time if you try to cheat me."

The waiter standing nearby stepped forward.

He shone the flashlight on the blue and white porcelain, then nodded to Master Jin.

"You've passed." Jin gave him a wink. "Give her ten thousand yuan and send her away."

"Mr. Jin, we agreed on 50,000 before." The girl became anxious, "Then I won't sell it."

"Ten thousand yuan, not a penny more." Jin's face turned cold. "If you want to sell, take the money and get out. If you don't want to sell, you'll have to keep this thing. I'm giving you ten thousand yuan because you're pretty."

The girl gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes.

In the end, he had no choice but to compromise, grabbing the banknotes on the table and running out of the yard.

Jin looked at the items on the table and sneered:

"Poor loser."

The phone on the table rang.

The excited voice of Old Man Li from Haishi came through the phone, "Master Jin, we got the painting. It's just that that crazy old woman is really difficult to deal with; she wouldn't budge on five million. We had to go through a lot of trouble to get it down. The money has already been paid."

A glint of greed flashed in Jin Ye's eyes.

"You didn't leave any loose ends, did you?" Jin asked.

"Very clean. That old woman took the money and ran away, like a country bumpkin."

Jin Ye stroked his beard and laughed: "Good. The news released from Taiwan is that the painting in the National Palace Museum on the other side is just a copy. The real 'Spring Morning in the Han Palace' is out there."

We've really struck gold this time. Have someone pack the stuff safe; I'm flying to Shanghai tonight, picking up the goods, and heading straight back to New York.

Back then, Jin Ye and his gang absconded with countless national treasures, making a fortune overseas.

Now that reform and opening up have begun, they've colluded with unscrupulous domestic middlemen to siphon off all the remaining good stuff to foreign countries.

The girl in front took the money and left the courtyard.

He spat at the door.

Turning a corner, she gave the money to a girl wearing a hat. She put her arm around the girl's waist, saying, "Sister Tingting, how did you know this person was a bad guy?"

Song Tingting put on sunglasses.

"Your grandfather told me many stories from that era. I appeared once and sold him a Tang tri-colored pottery piece. I couldn't appear in front of him again after that."

"But I only scammed 10,000 yuan."

"Not bad. Next time we'll have to find a different idiot to scam." Song Tingting put away the money; she was getting bolder and bolder.

Aside from conducting experiments, he was always busy gathering information.

She's also greedy. She said scientific research requires a lot of money, and the country's funding is currently tight.

They can use their brains to earn more money for research projects.

……

Jin took the painting from Shanghai and then immediately returned to America.

He immediately invited a group of people to his villa to admire the paintings.

He changed into an elegant silk mandarin jacket and held a glass of red wine.

There are several people sitting on the sofa.

One of them was the Eighth Master, with a full head of white hair, who was also a descendant of the royal family. The other was an old man with blond hair, blue eyes, and a hooked nose named Francie, a representative figure of the Jewish old money family.

The butler carried in a leather suitcase and respectfully placed it on the long table.

"Old Jin, is this the bargain you found back home?" Eighth Master took a puff of his cigar.

"Those peasants in China are too shrewd these days; there's no bargain to be found here." Jin waved his hand. "I spent real money, twenty million, to pry it out from a stubborn old collector."

Without batting an eye, he exaggerated the figure from five million to twenty million.

"Let's take a look. Mr. Francis has made a special trip over here, so don't spoil the mood with some junk." Eighth Master raised his chin on the table.

The butler put on white gloves and carefully opened the suitcase.

The oil paper wrapping was unwrapped layer by layer, and the scroll was pushed open on the long table.

The indoor lights shone on the yellowed drawing paper.

Eighth Master immediately sat up straight, threw away his cigar, and took out a magnifying glass from his pocket to examine it closely.

"Qiu Ying's painting skills." Eighth Master followed the movement of the painting. "The expression of the palace maid, the texture of the clothes... Yes, look at the texture of the Taihu stones, it's amazing! And look at this silk painting, the patina of time, it would take hundreds of years to achieve this kind of texture."

The others gathered around to admire it closely.

Francie stepped forward, put on his monocle, and stared sharply at the painting.

"The seals are all there." Eighth Master pointed to the corner. "All of the seals of the Ten-Complete Old Man are here. This is the right thing."

"These national treasures should be in our hands." Another old man straightened up, his eyes shining. "What do those peasants in China know about art? It's a waste to leave such good things with them."

"These are things from our ancestors. What are they compared to that?"

Jin Ye laughed smugly:

"Eighth Master is right. This painting took me a lot of effort. It's a treasure of our house."

Eighth Master turned to look at Master Jin.

"Old Jin, let me have this painting. Name your price, I'm taking what belongs to someone else."

"Eighth Master, now that you mention it, I want it too." Another wealthy man chimed in, "But look at Mr. Francis, he's determined to get it. His family has a collection of the world's top treasures, collecting rare items from every country."

Jin Ye hadn't spoken yet.

Francie, who was standing nearby, spoke up.

"Mr. Kim, I'll take this painting," Francis said in broken Chinese, his tone arrogant and condescending.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Eighth Master's expression changed slightly.

But in front of Francie, he swallowed his anger.

He leaned close to Jin's ear and whispered, "Old Jin, we can only give it to Francis. His family specializes in collecting unique national treasures from various countries, and they have immense influence. If we're going to stay here, we'll definitely need their help."

Jin was extremely unwilling.

He intended to keep this painting as a family heirloom.

Unless he can curry favor with the powerful and wealthy.

"Mr. Francis, this is a treasure passed down from my ancestors." Mr. Jin tried to show how rare the painting was. "I went to great lengths to get my hands on it during this trip back to China."

"I won't take it for nothing."

Francis held up three fingers, interrupting him directly, "Thirty million US dollars."

Jin Ye's heart pounded wildly.

You bought something for 5 million RMB and then resold it for 30 million USD?

This is incredibly profitable.

But outwardly he feigned reluctance: "Thirty million is a lot, but this painting is priceless. Mr. Francis, I'm afraid..."

Francis looked down at him:

"Mr. Kim. No one can refuse the Franci family's offer. Thirty million is the price for a friend. If it were an enemy, I wouldn't pay a penny, and you would still have to leave the painting behind."

The murderous intent emanating from those words sent chills down the spines of both Master Jin and Master Ba.

This group of Jewish old money families all started as bandits; they appear civilized on the surface but are ruthless and vicious underneath.

If you offend them, they won't be able to stay.

"Deal." Mr. Jin quickly forced a smile, raised his glass, and said, "Since Mr. Francis likes it, it is an honor for this painting."

Francis's bodyguard immediately stepped forward, rolled up the scroll, and stuffed it into a specially made metal tube.

Jin Ye was overjoyed to see the painting taken away.

With $30 million in hand, he could also use the opportunity to infiltrate the Francis family's circle.

He thought he had gained both fame and fortune, but little did he know that a few days later, Francie discovered that the painting had oxidized and turned black, affecting the paintings next to it.

He sent men to arrest Master Jin.

So frightened was Mr. Jin that he bought a ticket and fled back to China overnight. But that's another story.