Xue Chen had never been on a special plane before, so he felt quite relieved to hear that Kemp had arranged a special plane to send him off.
"Andrew, thank Mr. Kemp for me."
"You're welcome, that's what you should do." Andrew said cheerfully.
The three of them had a brief discussion and decided to return to China tomorrow.
Carl Smith has a habit of drinking a cup of coffee after breakfast every day and reading the morning newspaper while drinking coffee to start a wonderful day.
On this day, he came to the living room with a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee, leaned back comfortably on the sofa chair, and read the morning newspaper that he had prepared early. After a few glances, he sat upright.
There were two headlines on the front page of the morning paper, both about Eka.
When he saw the newspaper saying that Eka Company had salvaged nearly 200 million U.S. dollars worth of undersea treasures from the sea, Carl Smith smacked his lips and felt very envious. Although he had a lot of money and a warehouse of treasures, he still didn't reach the level.
The figure of two hundred million dollars.
"It seems that deep-sea salvage is really a profitable business." Carl Smith sighed. Now he has an impulse to rent a boat and go to the sea to salvage!
He suddenly thought that Xue Chen seemed to have followed the Ode to participate in the salvage. His face could not help but condensed, and he snorted coldly. He had not forgotten the Qinggang dagger, and he could not forget it, because it might involve nearly a thousand people.
Thousands of dollars!
When he saw the news that the Ode encountered pirates when it returned home and repelled them, Carl Smith was a little surprised. Is the crew on the Ode so brave? Even the pirates could be repelled.
There was a picture in the newspaper, which was a picture of everyone on the Ord disembarking. Carl Smith glanced at it and saw some familiar faces. He saw Xue Chen in the corner of the newspaper, just because Xue Chen
Only a vague profile of his face was revealed, which was not very clear.
Carl Smith drank coffee, read the newspaper, and immediately took out his phone and called Zhan Huafeng. He wanted Zhan Huafeng to invite Xue Chen out.
Zhan Huafeng called Xue Chen, conveyed Carl Smith's invitation, and asked what Xue Chen meant.
"Xue Chen, I think you should know very well that Carl Smith is very worried about the ancient sword, and may want to take back the dagger hidden in the ancient sword." Zhan Huafeng paused, "Xue Chen
, in fact, you shouldn’t tell him about the dagger, if he doesn’t know, it’ll be fine.”
Xue Chen said with an indifferent look: "That's true, but I didn't hide it deliberately because I didn't think it was necessary. I didn't think that even if he knew about the Qinggang dagger, he would cause any trouble to me. Since he
If you want to see me, fine, I promise him that you can meet him."
"Xue Chen, who wants to see you?" Andrew, who was also in the living room, asked when Xue Chen put down the phone.
Amanda also gave her a concerned look.
"Oh, it's Carl Smith. After he found out that the dagger Qinggang was found in the ancient sword I got from him, he has been dissatisfied and seems to want to take it back." Xue Chen said in a calm tone.
"Humph, how can such a cheap thing happen? Since the ancient sword belongs to you, the dagger hidden in the ancient sword naturally belongs to you too." Andrew said dissatisfied, "How about this, I will accompany you and explain things clearly to him.
.”
"No need to trouble you, I'll just go by myself." Xue Chen waved his hand and rejected Andrew's kindness.
At noon, Zhan Huafeng's car arrived and picked up Xue Chen.
Zhan Huafeng looked at Xue Chen who got into the car and sat next to him, smiled and said: "I saw the news report about the Eka Group. It's amazing. Treasures worth nearly 200 million US dollars were salvaged. It's so amazing."
Amazing.”
"It's indeed a lot." Xue Chen had seen and touched it with his own eyes. The treasures worth 200 million US dollars piled up in the warehouse of the ship's cabin were quite shocking, especially the boxes of gold and silver, which shocked people's hearts.
"By the way, you also encountered pirates? Fortunately, nothing happened. I have to say that the crew of the Ode was very brave. They not only fought back against the pirates, but also succeeded. It's amazing." Zhan Huafeng praised.
The newspaper only wrote about encountering pirates and the crew's counterattack and victory, without even mentioning Xue Chen, so no one except the people on the ship knew the real situation.
Xue Chen would not be so bored as to correct Zhan Huafeng. It would be meaningless to point out that he had repelled the pirates. Moreover, what Zhan Huafeng said was not wrong. The crew of the Ode were indeed brave and behaved after encountering the pirates.
He showed very high quality and did not shrink back or take a picture, but chose to resist.
Xue Chen once again stepped into the courtyard of Carl Smith's villa. This time, Carl Smith still came out to greet him, but without the false warm smile from the last time. After taking a look at Xue Chen, he invited the two in very calmly.
This time, when he walked to the door, Zhan Huafeng's personal bodyguard Zong Yu was once again asked not to bring a pistol into the villa, but this time Zhan Huafeng refused.
"Smith, if you don't allow him to carry a pistol, then I think we should talk somewhere else, such as a restaurant," Zhan Huafeng said.
Carl Smith hesitated for a moment and waved his hand to the security guard at the door, indicating that there was no need to stop him.
Xue Chen, Zhan Huafeng and Carl Smith sat down in the living room together, and a servant brought coffee.
Carl Smith said almost impatiently: "Mr. Xue, I think you know the purpose of asking you. Please return the ancient sword and the dagger in the ancient sword to me!"
Xue Chen tasted the coffee, and before he could speak, Zhan Huafeng answered for him: "Smith, I think your request is very rude. According to the bet, Xue Chen can take away an antique from you.
, and that ancient sword was Xue Chen's choice, so the ancient sword already belongs to Xue Chen, so even if there is a new discovery from the ancient sword, it belongs to Xue Chen and has nothing to do with you."
Carl Smith naturally understands this truth, but how can he be willing to do so? That may be a treasure worth hundreds or even tens of millions of dollars, which cannot be compared to any collection in his warehouse! He can't swallow this breath!
"No, the ancient sword will be taken away, but the dagger must be returned!" Carl Smith said with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth.
Xue Chen put down his coffee cup and shrugged his shoulders: "Sorry, I can't fulfill your request, Mr. Smith. If you bet with someone and win a lottery ticket, and that lottery ticket happens to win the first prize, and lose to
If your people want the lottery tickets back, will you agree? I don’t think you will, right?"
Carl Smith frowned, was silent for a while, and suddenly stood up: "Don't talk nonsense! No matter what, I must get the Qinggang dagger and ask your friend to bring it to you. Otherwise, don't think about it today."
leave here!"
Zhan Huafeng narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean, Smith, Xue Chen is my friend, I will not let you embarrass him!"
"Mr. Zhan, we are old friends. I don't want to fall out with you, but I hope you can stay out of this matter and not get involved. It is still a matter between Xue Chen and me!" Because of his excitement, Carl Smith had a tattoo on his forehead.
His blood vessels bulged.
He didn't want to quarrel with Zhan Huafeng, the big boss of Chinatown, but when faced with an antique worth nearly ten million US dollars, he had to do so. He didn't believe that Zhan Huafeng really dared to quarrel with him!
Zhan Huafeng was about to shout angrily, but Xue Chen reached out to stop him. He looked at Carl Smith, who had a fierce look on his face, holding a metal spoon for stirring coffee, and said calmly: "Mr. Smith, how do you want to solve this problem?"
, relying on the two people arranged at the stairs on the second floor, do you want to hold me hostage? "
Carl Smith's eyes widened as if he was struck by lightning: "You...how did you know?!"
Xue Chen sneered and said nothing.
"I don't want to do this either, but you forced me to do this. I hope you can recognize the reality!"
Carl Smith's eyes flickered, he stared at Xue Chen, and coughed hard. Soon, two tough men in black suits came down from the second floor, both holding pistols in their hands.
Zhan Huafeng was slightly startled and shouted: "Carl Smith, whatever you want to do, you dare!"
Carl Smith's eyes were sinister, staring at Xue Chen like a poisonous snake: "I must get back what belongs to me. The public security around here is not good recently. What if some gangster breaks in and intends to commit murder and robbery, but injures Xue Chen?"
Sir, you are not very good."
Zhan Huafeng didn't expect that Carl Smith could be so cruel and dare to be tough. He was thinking quickly about how to deal with it. If Xue Chen was really hurt, it would be really hard to handle because Xue Chen didn't
American nationality, plus Carl Smith has been operating locally for many years, and the network of relationships is complicated...
Just as Zhan Huafeng was thinking quickly in his head, Xue Chen made a move with his hand, which was to break the metal coffee spoon in his hand, and then threw it out like a dart. Under the control of Yutong
The ability shoots out like a bullet!
Ah! Ah!
Two screams in succession.
Zhan Huafeng and Zong Yu looked up in surprise and saw a scene that shocked them. The right wrists of the two bodyguard gunmen who came down from the second floor were injured by broken spoons. They were bleeding profusely and even the pistols were injured.
Unable to hold it, it fell to the ground.
Xue Chen looked at the dumbfounded Carl Smith, his eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Let me remind you, you'd better not mess with me, otherwise I will report all the illegal and criminal things you do."
"I... I did something illegal and criminal, what do you know?" Carl Smith asked subconsciously, stumbling a bit.
Xue Chen snorted coldly: "Then let me remind you. For example, three years ago, you took away a seventeenth-century gold walking stick and buried a Mexican man in a mountain outside the city.
, you won’t forget him.”
"You...you..." Carl Smith's face suddenly turned pale, and he fell down on the sofa chair, watching Xue Chen trembling. (To be continued)