Chapter 95

"Little Prince, calm down, calm down!" Guo Fatzi picked up the chopsticks from the ground, replaced them with a new pair, and hurriedly comforted, "It's fine, the sky hasn't fallen yet!"

"I'm fine!" Yang Kang had already calmed down. The hardships of the past two years had made him more composed. He said, "Who could I have offended? When I was in school, there were definitely conflicts with classmates, but—"

"Those conflicts between classmates couldn't lead to someone wanting to kill you," Feng Xiuzai shook his head and said, "So, my master's judgment is correct. This matter is definitely aimed at us, but—our investigation direction was wrong. The seller and buyer of that painting could be decoys. Finding them won't help much."

"What should we do then?" Guo Fatzi hurriedly asked, "Old Uncle Bai and my uncle have already gone to the capital."

"We must go to the capital," Feng Xiuzai said, "We can act separately."

"Scholar, we'll follow your lead. Just tell us what to do," Hou Zhi hurriedly said, "You know I only understand mechanical devices, nothing else."

"Monkey, you continue to monitor the Jiang Yan family, but I suspect that the person who contacted Jiang Yan back then was in single-line contact," Feng Xiuzai said.

Yang Kang felt bitter and said, "I also misjudged. Jiang Yan was used from the beginning—someone could contact him, but he couldn't contact that person. The two years I spent in the basement were for nothing."

"Master, you faced a sudden change back then, and with Uncle Yang's passing, you started by targeting Jiang Yan, which was already quite good," Feng Xiuzai said with a bitter smile.

"I didn't start by targeting him; I had no other choice," Yang Kang said, "In fact, I also thought about—going directly to Oumeifeng and asking why he judged that 'The Tokyo Wind and Splendor' was fake. What were his reasons and evidence?"

"For now, let's not talk about Langyuan!" Feng Xiuzai said, "Little Prince, do you believe that painting is genuine?"

"I think it's real," Yang Kang hesitated for a moment and then said, "My father taught me various methods of antique appraisal from a young age."

Feng Xiuzai naturally didn't say anything about this, after all, the Yang family had a deep and broad heritage, which they all acknowledged.

"After my master examines it, if he confirms the painting is genuine, I'll go to the capital," Feng Xiuzai thought for a moment and then said, "If the painting is genuine, such a famous masterpiece must have originally come from a major collector. Once I find the original owner, I won't have to worry about finding any clues."

"If it's fake, the person who can create such a high-quality forgery is no ordinary person," Hou Zhi interjected.

"Right!" Feng Xiuzai nodded, "The origin of that painting is my responsibility. Fatzi, your task is to protect the Little Prince."

"What about me?" Yang Kang hurriedly asked.

Although this matter also involved Feng Xiuzai and others, ultimately, it was his own issue. He couldn't just let others do all the work while he did nothing.

"You'll be the bait," Feng Xiuzai whispered, "Start with your uncle and others. You need to wear branded clothes, drive a flashy car, and tell your relatives that you're rich again. You have Yuan dynasty blue-and-white porcelain, a Yuan dynasty blue-and-white dragon-patterned plum vase, and a Qing dynasty Qianlong coral red glaze lotus-patterned plum vase. Your net worth is in the billions, and you need to draw their attention back to you."

Yang Kang understood immediately. The vases and himself were the bait—sacrificing a Song dynasty Zhang Zeduan's 'The Tokyo Wind and Splendor' must have a significant purpose.

Feng Xiuzai's plan was to lure the snake out of its hole. His uncle, though not as extreme as Jiang Yan, was also a person who favored the rich and despised the poor. Knowing he was rich again, he would naturally come back.

"Whether it's Jiang Yan or your uncle, as long as we break through one point and follow the trail, we'll find some clues," Feng Xiuzai said.

"I understand!" Yang Kang nodded, "If there's nothing else, will you accompany me to buy a car?"

"I don't think we can manage it today," Feng Xiuzai smiled, "And Fatzi just told me that Jiang Yan made a mistake yesterday and came to see you this morning. But his temper has worsened over the past two years, and he was driven away by Fatzi. As expected, he'll come back this afternoon. Thanks to Monkey's instigation, his creditors are already at his door, and he's busy dealing with them."

Hearing this, Yang Kang couldn't help but laugh lightly.

Being chased by creditors was not a pleasant experience.

"Can I laugh at his misfortune?" Yang Kang asked.

"Laugh!" Guo Fatzi patted his shoulder hard and said.

Jiang Yan, after being ridiculed by Guo Fatzi, stormed back home. But as soon as he arrived, his creditors came knocking, demanding repayment.

After over an hour of turmoil, Jiang Yan was both physically and mentally exhausted. He finally managed to send the creditors away and was about to sit down for a drink when the inner door opened, and Jiang Shanghua walked out with a dark face.

Jiang Shanghua had hidden in the inner room when the creditors arrived. Now, he looked at Jiang Yan.

"What did Yang Kang say?" Jiang Shanghua asked straightforwardly.

"I..." Jiang Yan was a bit afraid of him, but thinking about how sharp-tongued Guo Fatzi was, he didn't want to go to Yang Kang. He really didn't think Yang Kang would lend him money. Going to him would be useless.

But if he didn't go to him, what could he do? Could he just not pay back the money? He didn't know any other rich people, or rather, other rich people had no connection with him.

He just couldn't understand where Yang Kang got his money from.

If he had money, why did he stay in their basement for two years, letting him humiliate and torment him?

"I'm asking you, what did Yang Kang say? Did you get the money?" Jiang Shanghua asked.

"Why don't you go borrow it? Why should I?" Jiang Yan, thinking about how he was ridiculed by Guo Fatzi today, suddenly became angry and couldn't help but say.

"You wanted to buy that bronze bird zun," Jiang Shanghua moved closer to him, then suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed close, saying, "Tell me, if not him, what are we going to do?"

"What can we do?" Jiang Yan, at this point, was determined and couldn't help but shout, "I don't have the money to pay back. What can they do to me? Kill me?"

"Are you going to stay inside from now on?" Jiang Shanghua, thinking about the feeling of being chased by creditors, felt uncomfortable all over.

After Yang Chongxuan's painting was a mistake, the first person to come and demand repayment was Yang Kang's uncle. He not only slapped Yang Kang but also threw tea in his face—Jiang Shanghua had seen all of this with his own eyes.