I'm the big president

As night fell, the commercial vehicle drove to the courtyard of a villa in the suburbs of Tokyo. Immediately after getting off the vehicle, two kimono women with hair buns bowed to greet them and led the three of them into the courtyard gate. As soon as Qin Yang entered the gate, he felt As soon as the light is on, this quaint big villa is completely hidden in the surroundings of various green plants, on the roadside, on the roof, in front of the windows, in the courtyard... you can see all kinds of green plants everywhere, walking on the cracked stone road, sniffing Smelling the fresh fragrance of plants in the air, the whole person will unknowingly relax, and the steps will become much lighter.

The woman in kimono led the three of them into a large courtyard, walked straight from the long corridor, put on wooden clogs at a wooden step, went up the step and entered the living room, good guy, this living room is surprisingly large, it is estimated to be at least two hundred square meters Several waist-high long tables are placed in the large living room of the hotel. The tables are covered with lake blue tablecloths, and all kinds of snacks are placed on the tables on shiny metal plates.

Drinks and beverages are held by the waiter in the lobby, and you can pick them up by yourself. There are not many guests here. Everyone tastes the wine and food. People who know each other gather together in small groups to chat, and some people choose Find a table to sit down, sip wine, chat softly, occasionally laugh a few times, eyes flickering.

It was the first time for Qin Yang to come to such an occasion, and the role he played was still a deaf-mute, so he could just follow behind Saburo Nishinomiya silently, drink a glass of wine and eat something occasionally, and he had to be restrained so as not to show his feet, the biggest trouble It's just the language barrier, even if he is not deaf, he still can't understand what these people are talking about.

Saburo Nishinomiya chatted with a tall and thin old man with silver hair. The old man was about seventy years old, wearing a brown kimono, and his wrinkled old face was cold and expressionless, as if someone owed money forever. It seems that this kind of person is extremely difficult to deal with at first sight.

The tall and thin old man would look at Qin Yang from time to time, and chattered a few words. Qin Yang didn't know what he said, so he could only grin and laugh twice in response. But it was a look full of contempt.

Saburo Nishinomiya seemed to be having a good conversation with the tall and thin old man. The tall and thin old man seemed to have more light in his eyes, and he made a gesture of invitation to Saburo Nishinomiya, and the two walked out of the hall one after the other.

Qin Yang and Ono Miko naturally followed quickly, Ono Miko winked at him, and deliberately lagged behind by a certain distance, Qin Yang also lagged behind with great interest, it seemed that this woman clearly had something to say.

Sure enough, Miko Ono lowered her voice and said in Chinese: "Qin Jun, it was Koichi Sakamoto who was chatting with Mr. Nishinomiya just now. He invited Mr. Nishinomiya to visit the collection room. Touch any collection with your hands, or you will be driven out by him mercilessly."

Qin Yang didn't speak, but nodded seriously, and the two of them quickened their pace to follow.

Sakamoto Koichi led the three of them to the door of a large bungalow, took the key from his waist and opened the door lock, turned his head and said something, pushed the door and walked in.

Saburo Nishinomiya also turned his head and said something to Miko Ono behind him, then waved to Qin Yang, and followed into the room.

Ono Miko smiled at Qin Yang, and pouted towards the door.

Qin Yang smiled, and followed into the room. He couldn't understand the island language, but he had already guessed what Sakamoto Hiroichi said. It was nothing more than saying that women could not enter the collection room or something like that.

The room is very small, only about ten square meters, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, a mahogany desk and a mahogany chair in the center of the room, and the four treasures of the study are placed on the desk. There are all kinds of books on display. It seems that this is a study room, and it seems that it has nothing to do with collecting or anything.

Sakamoto Hiroshi turned his head and glanced at Qin Yang, who was the last to enter the door, and said a few words. Saburo Nishinomiya smiled and made a gesture of clasping his palms together. Qin Yang immediately understood, and turned to close the door.

ye ye ye...

There was a sound of mechanical rotation behind him, and Qin Yang turned his head to see that Hongyi Sakamoto was standing in front of the bookcase, and the two large bookcases were opened like two doors, revealing a thick metal door with a turntable Lock, one large and one small two turntables.

Hiroichi Sakamoto walked over and directly reached out to hold the large and small turntables and turned them quickly. The metal door opened slowly with two bangs, and a bright hall appeared inside. Good guy, the area is a bit larger than the large living room where the reception is held. And there are doors on both sides, so it can be imagined that there must be rooms inside.

There are many metal display cabinets of different sizes densely placed in the hall. The display cabinets are integrated with the ground. The upper half is made of tempered glass cover. Various antiques are placed in it. The first impression is that the eyes are not enough. , because there are too many of them, compared with the Oriental Pavilion I went to here a few days ago, the little witch has met the big witch.

Saburo Nishinomiya sighed in admiration, and looked around the display cabinets with his hands behind his back. He looked very much like an old bee seeing flowers.

Qin Yang followed behind Saburo Nishinomiya, with a pair of eyes pretending to be curious, looking at each display cabinet, bronze, porcelain, jade, gold and silver, calligraphy and painting, scriptures, paintings... all kinds of antiques are dizzying, it is completely a private museum , regardless of the quality or quantity of the collection, it is much stronger than the Oriental Pavilion.

After looking at it for a while, Qin Yang found that [-]% of the collections here came from China, and another [-]% came from East Asian countries. In his opinion, the collections here are no different from the show off of a family of robbers. The blood and tears seemed to silently accuse the robbers of their crimes, and their appearance here is ironclad evidence.

When he came here, Hiroichi Sakamoto's frozen beef-like old face had an expression, which was a kind of shameless pride. The old devil was chattering about his collection, and his red eyes were shining with excitement.

Although Qin Yang couldn't understand what the old devil said, but when he saw his hideous old face, he had the urge to punch him. For some reason, when he saw the smile on the old devil's face, he felt a pang in his chest. The heat surged, and he gritted his teeth secretly with hatred. If he had the opportunity to transport all these things back to China, he would do his best. In fact, he had memorized the number of turns of the turntable lock just now, and he must make a memo later.

Saburo Nishinomiya walked up to a display cabinet by the wall, pointed at the tempered glass cover and chattered, and Hiroichi Sakamoto walked up to have a look, frowning as if he was thinking about something.

The collection in the tempered glass cover is a simple pink green plum bottle, the lid is sealed, and there seems to be something inside. The plum bottle was used to hold wine in ancient times. knew.