When he learned that the batch of luminous cups were fake wine, Ben Shaming was not surprised. Since Karl, who might not even know his name, was a liar, how could the wine he got be real?
But there was one thing that surprised Benshamin. He had drunk a real luminous cup, and the fake wine tasted the same as the real thing. He didn't know how Carl did it.
But he has no time to think about this now, he has to deal with the counterfeit wine incident quickly.
He needs to suppress the matter first, otherwise when the matter spreads, everyone will come to demand compensation, but only he can bear it!
Benshaming immediately contacted relevant friends, suppressed the matter first, and found the whistleblowers. He wanted to pay for the matter and resolve it privately, but they ignored him at all and even contacted reporters the next day to make the matter public.
In an instant, many customers who had bought wine from him came running over. Some simply asked for a return, but for those who had already drank, it was not as simple as a return. He also had to pay for medical, mental and other expenses.
of losses.
This is undoubtedly adding insult to injury to the already difficult Abel family.
But Benshamin could not ignore it. Under the threat of the court summons, he could only pay quickly.
Finally, after adding all the cash in his hands and his wife's personal money, he settled the matter.
Unexpectedly, before he could take a breath, Tina International Trading suddenly appeared and took him to court, accusing him of counterfeiting the company's products.
"Are they even involved? Or is it just a coincidence?"
In the castle, Ben Shaming stared at the summons in front of him with a sinking face, feeling haggard in his heart.
"What should we do now, dear? We have no money to compensate them." The wife sitting next to her said sadly.
After Benshaming was silent for a moment, he slowly stood up with a sullen face: "Let's find a way to delay it for a while, and then I can deal with them after I get rid of those antiques."
He went straight to the phone and called a friend who worked in the court: "Hi, Jock, it's me, Benshamin."
"Ben Shaming? You...don't want me to help with the bank mortgage, right? I can't do that."
"It's not that matter, it's the prosecution of Tina Company. I want to ask you to delay Tina Company as much as possible within the scope of the procedure. I need some time now."
The person on the other end was obviously relieved after hearing this, and asked in a relaxed tone: "No problem, just leave it to me. How about one month?"
"It won't take that long, just half a month."
"It's easier. It doesn't even require any effort. Don't worry."
"Thank you, Jock."
"You're welcome, we are friends, aren't we? Cheer up, Benshamin, everything will be fine."
"Thank you, I will. That's it for now. I still have some things to deal with."
"Okay, I will inform you at any time if there are any other situations."
After hanging up the phone, Benshaming felt relieved. He then endured his pain and hurriedly contacted someone to prepare to sell the antiques in the collection room and repay the bank loan first.
The antiques he collects are basically high-quality products, and some can even be classified as national treasures, so he doesn't have to worry about buyers.
After he released the news that day, the matter quickly spread in the circle. Collectors who had long been interested in Bensamin's collection contacted him one after another and expressed their interest in purchasing the things in his hands.
The next day.
Ben Shaming, who had been sitting in the collection room all night last night, came out of the basement with a dejected face. As if he had lost his soul, he went upstairs to the bathroom like a zombie, took a shower, and shaved.
I changed my clothes and immediately went downstairs to the meeting place.
He didn't eat in the living room, he just sat there drinking glass after glass of wine, waiting for the arrival of a few collectors who had made an appointment yesterday to come over to view the goods. His family looked at him worriedly, but did not dare to come forward.
No need to bother me, I can only accompany you silently.
In a blink of an eye, the time came to nine o'clock in the morning.
The roar of an engine entered the castle.
Ben Shaming, who was already a little tipsy, smiled miserably and stood up to greet the guests.
But when he walked to the door, he was dumbfounded. What came in was not the collectors he was waiting for, but a group of people from the court.
"Good morning, Mr. Abel, we meet again." A middle-aged white man who took the lead came forward with a straight face. After showing his ID, he said in a cold voice: "We have obtained definite evidence that you want to transfer your property in advance.
Tina International Trading Company’s application to seize your property has been accepted. Please cooperate.”
Ben Shaming stared blankly at the group of people in front of him, his hands and feet felt cold, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He didn't make any struggle because he knew very well that all of this was the work of that person or those opponents who didn't know who they were.
Otherwise, when would the efficiency of French courts pass so quickly?
And he didn’t even get a hint of it!
Then, like a puppet on strings, he and his family were expelled by the court from the manor where his family had lived for hundreds of years.
At the same time, he completely lost all opportunities to change the current situation and could only act as a spectator.
"Let's get started, guys. This is a big project. Move quickly and try to complete the inventory of these properties within one day."
In the castle, after expelling Benshamin's family, the leading man explained to his men and then walked towards the door to the three Chinese people who had been specially invited by them.
Everyone knew that Ben Shaming’s family had many Chinese antiques, so in order to find out what those antiques were, they hired three experts in this field from Chinatown.
Among these three people, two are old men with gray beards and one is a middle-aged man, wearing a crisp suit, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes are deep and dark.
It was Chu Heng after his disguise.
"Gentlemen."
At this time, the leading man came to the three of them and said politely: "I won't bother you with those antiques."
"Don't worry, we won't make any omissions." Chu Heng smiled at him, glanced at the magnificent castle, and focused on the portrait of Ben Shaming's grandfather, and asked: "So, where are the things?
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"Please follow me." The leading man led them to the basement, arranged for a few more people to assist, and then hurried upstairs to inventory the things in other places.
"hiss!"
In the collection room, the two old men who came with Chu Heng looked at the treasures inside and were stunned for a moment.
"This, this, this...Yongle Ceremony???"
"Old Summer Palace Beast Head!"
"The seal of Emperor Qianlong!"
Chu Heng didn't yell like the two old men, and he didn't look at the animal heads from the Old Summer Palace that he had been thinking about for several years. He went straight to the display case where Benshaming's grandfather's photo album was stored.
He came to the front in a few strides. At this time, the flannel on the display cabinet had been taken off by Ben Shaming. On the opened photo album, the photo of standing in the sea of blood and corpses showing off the looted items was bloody and exposed to Chu Heng.
