Ning Zhiheng and Mu Zhengyi walked around the counters everywhere before returning to their seats and waiting patiently.

After about forty minutes, the military officer hurried back and handed a bag to Kawamoto Kurashi.

Then Kawamoto Kurashi reluctantly put down the white porcelain bottle in his hand, and handed the bag in his hand directly to Ning Zhiheng without even looking at it.

Ning Zhiheng quickly stepped forward to take the bag, opened it, took out the banknotes. After carefully counting it, he nodded and smiled, "Mr. He, there is no error in the number, so now this pair of white porcelain bottles is yours."

After saying this, he walked forward in two steps. Under the gaze of Kawamoto Kurashi and everyone around him, he personally picked up a white porcelain bottle and placed it carefully in the packaging box next to him.

Then I picked up the second porcelain bottle, but at this moment, an accident happened!

When he held up the white porcelain bottle in his right hand, for some reason, his hand slipped and the white porcelain bottle slid down his wrist.

Amid the screams of everyone, the white porcelain bottle fell firmly to the ground with a snap, and suddenly made a crisp sound.

This peerless white porcelain clean bottle produced by the Xing Kiln of the Tang Dynasty fell to pieces on the ground.

Everyone suddenly exclaimed, and no one expected such an accident to happen. Even Shi Qiaoshan, who was far away, was shocked and stood up, and rushed forward a few steps.

Especially the closest thing, Kawamoto Kurashi was just watching the white porcelain bottle slide down from Ning Zhiheng's hand, and his heart suddenly started to rise, but he still couldn't react. When the white porcelain bottle fell to the ground, it made a crisp cracking sound. Kawamoto Kurashi only felt that his heart seemed to have broken at the same time!

He yelled, and only felt his chest stuffy, and his sweat suddenly burst out. He let out a muffled groan again, his body became weak, and he held his chest with his hands and leaned on the table.

This scene immediately made Taro Kurita, who had been following him, noticed him. He quickly stepped forward and held Kawamoto Kurashi and shouted anxiously: "Sir, how are you doing, sir?"

This sudden situation caught everyone off guard. Ning Zhiheng and Mu Zhengyi also quickly shouted: "Mr. He, how are you doing? How are you doing?"

For a moment, the people around him helped Kawamoto Kurashi to his seat, including a follower who had been standing behind Ning Zhiheng without making any sound.

Just as everyone was panicked, the follower's hand gently swept across Kawamoto Kurashi's waist. Just as everyone was surrounded by Kawamoto Kurashi, he cleverly took two steps back and was squeezed outside the crowd.

He was behind his hands, his cuffs shook, and a bunch of keys fell into his hand. He took out a box of impressions from somewhere with his left hand. His fingers flipped skillfully and pressed each key on the impression at an extremely fast speed. His hand was astonishingly fast and he completed these movements, but in less than ten seconds. Then he rushed to the front and squeezed to Kawamoto Kurashi without leaving any trace. The key in his cuffs slid on his index finger, swept across Kawamoto Kurashi's waist, and gently placed it back.

All of these movements were extremely light and successfully completed in the panic of everyone. The three guards around Kawamoto Kurashi were messed up by Kawamoto Kurashi's fainting and did not notice this subtle change at all.

Kawamoto Kurashi closed his eyes tightly and waited for a long time before finally opening his eyes slowly. Taro Kurita quickly asked softly: "Sir, how do you feel?"

Seeing Kawamoto Kurashi slowly opened his eyes, Ning Zhiheng, who was beside him, couldn't help but scream in a pity! He didn't expect that the test was so good. Kawamoto Kurashi's heart was indeed a problem. Just as the white porcelain bottle broke, he actually fainted with his chest.

If Kawamoto Kurashi died like this, he would have ended it all. Although he did not die in the consulate and the Japanese concession, it would cause certain disputes. However, in full view of the public, he fainted himself, and the cause of death was explained, and the Japanese would not say anything in the end.

This task was successfully completed, but unexpectedly, this old guy recovered after a while.

Ning Zhiheng secretly complained in his heart that it was a pity, thinking that this old Japanese man was lucky, it seemed that he could only send him on his way by himself.

After opening his eyes, Kawamoto Kurashi looked at everyone around him, then looked at Taro Kurita, and couldn't help but sigh and said slowly: "What a pity! What a pity!"

Everyone knows what he meant, he refers to the broken white porcelain bottle.

Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but say a little embarrassedly: "Mr. He, it was my sudden slippery hand that caused such an accident. But don't worry, this is entirely my responsibility. If you want the remaining clean bottle, the price will be reduced by half. If you don't plan to ask for it, then I will refund it in full."

With the help of everyone, Kawamoto Kurashi slowly straightened his body, sat up, and said word by word: "A rare treasure like this is missing, and the remaining one will be more precious, and I must keep it!"

Ning Zhiheng didn't say nonsense. He took the bag, took out half of the banknotes, placed them in front of Kawamoto Kurashi's desk, and said, "Mr. He, return you six thousand dollars. The remaining white porcelain bottle is priced at 5,500 yuan. Are you still satisfied?"

"No," Kawamoto Kurashi shook his head again, "I want all the remaining clean bottles, plus the porcelain fragments on the ground, six thousand dollars! Mr. Wu, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Ning Zhiheng was stunned and nodded in agreement. He did not expect that Kawamoto Kurashi wanted to take away even pieces of porcelain. This old guy really liked these treasures.

Ning Zhiheng got back another 500 US dollars, and then said goodbye to Kawamoto Kurashi with a frustration: "Mr. He, what happened today is very regrettable, so I will say goodbye first. Please take care of yourself. I am really sorry!"

After saying that, he nodded slightly and walked out of Jingshizhai with the people around him.

Looking at their departure backs, Shi Qiaoshan, who had not made any sound, suddenly said: "Mr. He, hurry up and see if those US dollars are real?"

The implication is that he suspects that Ning Zhiheng finally dropped the bag of US dollars, and the fake dollar that he gave to Kawamoto Kurashi.

When Taro Kurita heard this, he quickly took the banknotes on the table and checked it carefully. Finally, he turned to the others who were watching him and said, "No problem, it's real US dollars!"

Kawamoto Kurashi quickly took over the remaining white porcelain bottle, checked it carefully, and confirmed that there was no problem, and then he relaxed. It seemed that today was indeed an accident. Although there was a sudden accident in the middle, he finally got a rare treasure.

Ning Zhiheng took people out of Jingshizhai, got in the car and drove out of Qingjiang Garden. Mu Zhengyi, who was sitting beside him, said, "When Shi Kawamoto fainted, his body temperature increased slightly, and he had a lot of sweat on his body. Coupled with his previous judgment, it is certain that his heart was infarction."

Ning Zhiheng said with a little disappointment: "It's a pity that it's not serious. It's recovering in less than five minutes, otherwise we would have saved trouble!"

Mu Zhengyi was also a little sorry, and then said: "It's indeed a pity that myocardial infarction is a gradual state. Kawamoto Kurashi is just an early symptom, not serious enough to be fatal."

Ning Zhiheng nodded and said, "This discovery is very important today. This is a breakthrough. Mr. Mu, you have to work hard on this aspect and think about what kind of medicine will cause the illusion of myocardial infarction after taking it. Only in this way can we hide the truth without missing traces."

Mu Zhengyi nodded and agreed, "I'll think about it again, I'll give you a reply soon."

They drove all the way back to the Ning family compound. Now that the purpose has been achieved, the house in Qingjiangyuan cannot be returned, so they have to go back to their own home.

In such a huge courtyard, there were only more than 20 people under Ning Zhiheng. Looking at the empty courtyard, Ning Zhiheng felt a little sad.

He came to the study room and turned to Pang Xiu behind him and said, "I think you have gained something today, so take it out and show it to me!"

Today, Ning Zhiheng specially arranged Pang Xiu to wait beside him, asking him to use his talents and find some clues in Kawamoto Kurashi. Although Pang Xiu's actions were very concealed, he could not hide Ning Zhiheng's amazing eyesight.

During this period, Pang Xiu knew the true identity of the boss in the operation team members, so he naturally had no more words, especially after Sun Jiacheng threw him a set of Zhongshan casual clothes and a Browning pistol, he adjusted his mind almost instantly. From then on, he became an official family who ate imperial grain and began to serve Ning Zhiheng wholeheartedly.

But he had no strengths and could only steal skills. When he heard Ning Zhiheng's orders, he naturally showed off his full ability, waited for an opportunity to complete the task easily.

At this time, he quickly stepped forward and stood attentively and said, "Report to the team leader, I stole a bunch of keys, pressed the impression, and sent it to him again."

"Key," Ning Zhiheng's interest suddenly rose, "Hurry up the key!"

"Yes, I'll go right away!" Seeing Ning Zhiheng was interested, Pang Xiu's enthusiasm suddenly mobilized and immediately replied loudly.

Seeing Pang Xiu go out, Ning Zhiheng picked up the phone and called Liu Tongfang.

"Brother Tongfang, how did you investigate the structure and room location in the consulate?" Ning Zhiheng asked.
Chapter completed!