There’s no point in talking further.
Feng Jun felt sowhat heartbroken.
Qin Mu’s eyes darkened even more because of the man’s words, as though ink was spilling everywhere, wanting to drown everything around him in black.
"Uncle Feng, hearing you say that, I’m quite regretful..."
Thinking there might have been so remorse.
In fact...
The man had reached a point beyond saving.
Qin Mu lifted his gaze, staring at Feng Jun’s exquisitely decorated study. If he wasn’t mistaken.
This study should have a hidden room.
Qin Mu casually stood up and said, "Uncle Feng, rember how when we were kids, we loved playing in your study, but each ti, we were driven out because we annoyed you."
As he said this, Qin Mu spoke with a deep aning.
"Back then, you always said we disrupted your work, but thinking about it now, it must have been a secret."
At this point, Qin Mu paced directly to Feng Jun’s bookshelf and casually moved the books on the shelf.
Seeing this action, Feng Jun’s face changed.
"Xiaomu..."
"I think, Uncle Feng, your treasures collected over the years must be hidden behind this bookshelf. For all these years, you’ve operated under the identity of old K, doing as you please. It’s unlikely that you could achieve this through personal effort alone. So, accomplices are crucial..."
"Your ho surely has no shortage of these accounts either..."
At this point, Qin Mu’s gaze fixed on the Blue and White Porcelain on the bookshelf. He then raised his hand to try to pick it up, only to find it couldn’t be moved. Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes, turned it left and right, and sure enough, as Qin Mu moved the Blue and White Porcelain, the bookshelf shifted, revealing a large hidden room behind.
Feng Jun: "..."
Qin Mu had truly found it.
Feng Jun trembled as he stood up from the rocking chair, looking at Qin Mu in front of him, speaking unnaturally.
"I don’t understand what you’re talking about..."
"If I’m not mistaken, this jadeite is from the Southern Song Dynasty, right? And this wouldn’t happen to be an authentic piece by Tan Bohu... If it is, then it’s truly priceless."
Feng Jun: "..."
Qin Mu!
It’s enough.
"Uncle Feng, all these years, you’ve certainly profited quite a bit."
Qin Mu looked at the large hidden room, filled with treasures.
Each piece was priceless, bought by mysterious buyers at international auctions.
Now, it seems, this so-called mysterious buyer was indeed Feng Jun...
What a Feng Jun!
No wonder checking the accounts revealed no issues because everything had been converted into items.
Qin Mu turned around, his sharp black eyes like blades looking at the man before him, his thin lips pressed together.
"Uncle Feng, to put it simply, I want to know who your accomplices are. Although I can’t get them all in one go, at least I can restrain so."
This is actually what Feng Lie wanted to express too.
Feng Jun, upon hearing Qin Mu’s words, imdiately denied.
"Nobody..."
"Uncle Feng, now, for the sake of maintaining public influence, we’re only placing you under soft detention. Both Feng Lie and I hope you can spend your later years peacefully, so don’t make it difficult for us."
At this point, Qin Mu’s eyes were full of fierceness.
"Otherwise, enduring the days of severe interrogation in your old age will be unpleasant."
Feng Jun: "..."
Feng Jun was so overwheld by Qin Mu’s words that he couldn’t react for a long ti.
"They... cannot be spoken of..."
"Hmm, so you can write them down now. Most of them have likely already stepped down, so there won’t be too much trouble, only soft detention... Acting solely out of self-interest... sotis doesn’t make sense, Uncle Feng. Feng Lie is still in the army, and you wouldn’t want to bring harm to Feng Mom either."
Qin Mu’s words were neither heavy nor light, landing beside Feng Jun’s ears, causing the man’s complexion to change.
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