Dressed as a dragster of a wealthy and easy-going man

North America, Massachusetts, Gangqiao City.

In a residential building, Nan Jinming, wearing sportswear, hurried downstairs.

"Brother Jinming, it's so late, why are you still going out?" Song Yuan, who was packing things in the living room, called him.

"Dasong, lend me your pickup truck."

"Jinming, what are you going to do? What's wrong?" Song Yuan looked at his anxious face and felt a little worried.

Nan Jinming shook his head, "It's okay."

"Are you feeling a little tired from academic pressure lately? Do you want to go out for a ride?" Song Yuan put down the rag, "I'll go out with you."

"No, I'm leaving."

Nan Jinming took the car keys without delay, quickly left the mansion and drove towards the interstate highway.

On the other side of the road.

The SUV sped forward.

"Xiaoya, don't worry, Master Sun will be fine."

"Brother Chuan, why did they arrest my dad? We followed..." Sun Ya was very anxious.

Holding the steering wheel, Yun Hanchuan looked ahead, "M47 might want to buy Master's martial arts school."

"Impossible, Dad will never join the underworld." Sun Ya pouted angrily.

Yun Hanchuan smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, Master Sun will certainly not join, don't worry." He had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

Nan Jinming drove to the neighboring city and parked his car in the distance. He took a detour and entered a building under construction from the back.

On the second floor, there were two large iron barrels with flames shooting up from them, and several steel bars were inserted into the barrels.

"Sun Lingbei, help us transport a batch of goods from China, and M47 will never harass you again."

"Don't even think about it. I won't do anything illegal. That's our national treasure. Don't even think about smuggling it out of the country."

"Oh, you're not even an Oriental citizen anymore, but you still think about being patriotic. That's ridiculous." The man in the black coat shook his shoulders.

"Chinese people will never betray their ancestors in any corner of the world." Sun Lingbei stared at the man in front of him, "Shen Yu, your family is a famous family in Beijing and is already very rich, why do you still do these things?"

Shen Yu raised his lips and said, "What's the use of being famous in the capital? Am I famous here? As for money, of course the more the better."

"Is the news that you are running for a seat in parliament true? Do you want to use those cultural relics to bribe the Lowe family and make them stand on your side?" Sun Lingbei suddenly realized: "The Lowe family is not short of money, they just like collectibles, so you are trying to please them."

"Old Sun, the more you know, the more dangerous it is." Shen Yu squatted down and patted his face. "You still have parents, brothers and sisters in your country, and your daughter here. No matter what, you can't escape from my palm."

"Shen Yu, you really want to be an official. You can't be one in China, so you immigrated abroad and wanted to enter politics. You are very ambitious." Sun Lingbei laughed and said, "Give up. The congressmen will not let you, a foreigner, become a congressman. They keep saying that they don't discriminate against any race, but on the contrary, the higher up you are, the more discriminatory you are."

"Sun Lingbei, you don't need to educate me. I will rewrite their history." Shen Yu's tone was so wild that it made people laugh.

Sun Lingbei shook his head. Shen Yu’s delusion was that his power had reached an unprecedented level.

"Old Sun, your martial arts troupe will return to China for exchange next month. There is a batch of goods that we need you to bring out. Please help me then." Shen Yu held his shoulder and smiled coldly.

Sun Lingbei: "Don't even think about it!"

"Really?" Shen Yu suddenly smiled obscenely: "My granddaughter is very cute. You know I like her. She always looks at you."

"Shen Yu!" Sun Lingbei, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied, tried to stand up, but was kicked on the knee and fell back to his knees.

"Shen Yu, you beast." He roared angrily.

At this time, the younger brother beside him came over, "Boss, someone is coming up."

"Who is it?" Shen Yu asked.

"A young man, his apprentice." The younger brother said, "He seems to be the one who won the prize in the martial arts competition."

"Nan Jinming?" Shen Yu frowned. "The Nan family is still haunting us."

"Sun Lingbei, I'll give you two days to think about it carefully." Shen Yu said, looking at the people around him, "Serve the eldest young master of the Nan family well. Don't use a gun. If someone dies now, it will be disadvantageous to me."

He left the scene from the other side, and now he couldn't let more people know his identity. As for Sun Lingbei, Shen Yu was not worried that he would leak the secret. Although he was a martial artist, he was timid and too kind. He didn't want to implicate others and was easy to threaten. As long as no one died, Sun Lingbei would not be trapped or overturned.

"Jinming, hurry up!" Sun Lingbei yelled at Nan Jinming who had just come up, "Hurry up, the people from M47 are not to be trifled with."

"Master, what are you going to do?" Nan Jinming would definitely not abandon his master.

In a chaotic area like this, the police cannot be relied upon.

The other party didn't waste any time, raised the baseball bat in his hand and hit Nan Jinming.

Raising his arm to block the baseball bat, Nan Jinming kicked the opponent in the abdomen, snatched the baseball bat, and started fighting with a group of people.

"Jinming, don't worry about me, just go." Sun Lingbei's hands were bound by chains and he couldn't break free. There were two people holding him down next to him, so he could only worry.

Nan Jinming ignored his master and attacked fiercely, knocking down his opponents one by one.

Seeing that he couldn't defeat Nan Jinming, someone pulled out a gun and shot him in the thigh.

Nan Jinming, who was swinging the baseball bat in his hand, jumped forward and knelt on one knee on the ground.

A younger brother who was badly beaten wrapped his hands with clothes, pulled out a red-hot steel bar, and hit Nan Jinming on the back.

"what!"

Nan Jinming roared angrily, his face distorted as he clenched his back teeth.

"Jinming!"

"Boss Nan!"

"Brother Ming!"

Three voices sounded one after another.

Yun Hanchuan rushed forward and kicked the man holding the steel bar down.

"Boss Nan!" Yun Hanchuan immediately went to check the situation.

Downstairs, Da Song and Jin Yang also arrived, and they brought other people with them.

On the opposite street, Shen Lin sat in the car and looked at the building opposite.

"A bunch of ants!" Shen Lin sneered and drove away from the scene.

It was the next day when Nan Jinming woke up. He lay on the bed, and the pain in his back made him groan.

"Jinming, you're awake." Jin Yang came up to ask about the situation. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is it painful? How about asking the doctor to give you an injection of painkillers?"

"Old Jin, I'm fine." Nan Jinming gritted his teeth, "Where's Master?"

"He's fine. I've been watching over you all night. I'm going downstairs to have breakfast." Jin Yang took a cotton swab and wiped his lips. "Hold on, the doctor will be here soon."

At this time, Qin Qin and Sun Ya came in carrying fruits, food and daily necessities.

"Brother Ming, are you feeling better?" Sun Ya squatted beside him, "It must be uncomfortable lying down, right?"

"It's okay. I'm sorry I didn't protect Master well." Nan Jinming apologized to his junior sister.

Sun Ya shook her head. "It's not my brother's fault. Besides, my father is not injured."

"Boss Nan." Yun Hanchuan walked in nonchalantly, "He's really lucky. He survived the bullet."

"Brother Chuan, why are you still joking?" Sun Ya stood up to make room for Yun Hanchuan.

Yun Hanchuan glanced at Qin Qin beside him and pinched Sun Ya's cheek, "I'm not kidding."

"Yun Hanchuan, just talk and don't touch Xiaoya." Qin Qin walked over, opened his hand, and pulled Sun Ya behind him.

With his eyes turning colder, Yun Hanchuan looked at Jin Yang and asked, "Who told you to bring this little bastard to the martial arts gym?"

"He's my savior," Jin Yang said with a smile, "Of course I have to satisfy his wish to learn martial arts."

"Tsk, mind your own business." Yun Hanchuan glanced at him.

"Qin Qin, take Xiaoya to get medicine for me." Nan Jinming sent the two away.

The three of them discussed what happened last night.

Sun Lingbei did not tell the truth, but said that M47 wanted Lingshan Martial Arts School to submit to them. When he refused, the gangsters threatened him.

They don't know the truth of the incident.

"Boss Nan, who informed you that your master was kidnapped here?" Yun Hanchuan asked him.

"Shen Lin, he said he saw his master being taken away by the M47 people with his own eyes." Nan Jinming answered truthfully.

"Then how do you know where Master was kidnapped?" Jin Yang looked at the two of them.

"M47 base is nearby, everyone knows it." Yun Hanchuan tilted his head, "How do you know Nan Jinming's whereabouts?"

Jin Yang smiled and said: "There is a positioning system on the pickup truck. It is not difficult for me to hack into the system." This is very simple for him.

They thought that was the truth at the time.

After a week in the hospital, Nan Jinming returned to school.

Since then, Sun Lingbei has frequently returned to China to perform and participate in martial arts and cultural exchanges.

Afterwards, Nan Jinshi also came to study abroad, and Lingshan Martial Arts School became more and more lively.

Shen Na, Shen Lin, Zhang Nanyu, and Song Jenny also joined them.

This group of young people get along well with each other and often go hiking, surfing, and taking helicopter trips to islands together...

In September, Mingcheng was swept by typhoons three times.

The typhoon had just passed and the disaster situation was being reported on TV.

"...The cross-sea bridge is open to traffic and is expected to be open to traffic at 3 pm..."

After watching TV, Mi Fu stood up and said, "Xi'ai, come here, daddy will comb your hair for you."

"Dad, wait a minute, I haven't finished my noodles yet."

On the dining table, there was half a bowl of noodles and several large pieces of beef in Xiao Xi'ai's bowl.

"Okay, no hurry, eat slowly."

The next news started on TV.

"…Dongshan ancient tombs have been robbed for half a month. The exact loss is unknown. The police are investigating further. Please provide clues to the public."

"These tomb robbers are so despicable. They stole our country's treasures out of the country. This will cause great losses. I hope the epitaph is safe and sound..." Mi Fu stared at the TV angrily, muttering to himself.

Half an hour later, Xiao Xi'ai, who was wearing a red Tai Chi outfit and holding a small wooden sword, was caught by Mi Fu when he tried to sneak out.

"Drink the medicine obediently."

"I don't want to drink it, it's too bitter!" Little Xi'ai stomped his feet.

"Xi'ai, your cough won't get better if you don't drink. I have no choice but to take you to the hospital."

When she heard that she had to be hospitalized, she immediately calmed down and drank the Chinese medicine while holding her breath.

She stuck out her tongue. "It's so bitter, so bitter!"

"It's right to be bitter. Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease." Mi Fu hurriedly stuffed a candy into his daughter's mouth.

Mi Fu sent his daughter to the alley entrance and handed her over to He Lian. "Come on, Xi'ai, don't be nervous. Master He, Xi'ai is my last resort."

"Don't worry, Teacher Mi."

"Bye Dad!"

After watching the car leave, Mi Fu turned around and walked back.

A fierce quarrel was heard in the alley in the old alley:

"Lian Qin, do you want me to send those national treasures out of the country?"

A cold voice sounded: "Don't worry, President Yun and President Shen will not treat you unfairly."

"Porcelain is easy to deal with, as it can be used as a juggling prop. But what about bronze tripods? What about tombstones? Do they have to be used as props too? White marble tombstones are easy to detect."

"Don't worry, just make some changes." The cold male voice said, "We will make special arrangements. It's not your turn to worry about it. Just do your transportation work. Get on the plane and go through customs. Daniel Chan will cooperate with you."

"I don't want to do it anymore. You should think of another way. Lian Qin, you are also a professor. Why do you want to do this? This is our national treasure! The owner of the Dongshan Tomb is a historical figure. At least leave the epitaph and give everyone a historical figure's true self."

"Sun Lingbei, this is not something you and I can decide. You have a family, and I have things to protect. You'd better not play tricks, and let's just live in peace."

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, go to Xigang Port to pick up the goods." Lian Qin patted his shoulder and disappeared into the alley.

On the other end, Mi Fu clearly heard the conversation between the two. Some key words, "Dongshan Tomb", "epitaph", and "bronze tripod", reminded him of the news on TV just now.

He muttered to himself: These tomb robbers!

Mi Fu, who was always afraid of trouble, didn't know where he got the courage from, but followed. He drove his car and followed Sun Lingbei's car all the way west out of the city.

Forty minutes later, Mi Fu arrived at the unfinished storage terminal, but was stopped outside because he was not a staff member.

He had no choice but to stop by the road and climb over the wall into the storage area.

The reason why he didn't call the police was that he wanted to make sure that it was really a tomb robber before making a decision.

He wandered around the storage area like a headless fly for a long time before he found the tomb robbers' car.

After walking around for more than twenty minutes, he found a black vehicle in front of the innermost warehouse door. After checking the license plate, he carefully approached the door and listened to the movement inside.

"Xiaoya, Dad will take a flight tonight and will be back tomorrow. Don't worry."

"Xiaoya, are you okay? Don't leave Song Yuan's house, okay?"

Mi Fu was so careful that he didn't notice the scaffolding behind him. When he stepped back, he bumped into it with a bang.

"Who is it?" Sun Lingbei looked towards the gate.

After hanging up the phone, he slowly walked towards the gate with a steel pipe in his hand.

As soon as he opened the door, a strong wind blew in his face, and he quickly turned his head to avoid the sand blown by the wind.

When the wind died down, he looked at the scaffolding next to him and said, "This wind is really weird."

Hiding behind a box at the corner of the warehouse, Mi Fu heard the door close and the sound of a car leaving, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He passed through the scaffolding and climbed through the window to get inside.

After searching for a while, he found the tombstone in the wooden box he had ordered. After reading the epitaph, Mi Fu was very surprised: Isn't this the tomb of King Rong? It has been unclear whether this king existed in history, and this historical blank can finally be filled.

He pried open two other wooden boxes, one containing bronze artifacts and the other containing porcelain.

"This bunch of tomb robbers actually wanted to smuggle cultural relics of such historical and cultural value out of the country. How despicable!" Mi Fu spoke out his thoughts.

He quickly took out his cell phone and prepared to call the police.

The phone was snatched away.

"Ah!" Mi Fu screamed in fear and his legs began to tremble. "Tomb robber, you, you, you..." He backed away repeatedly.

"You are very brave. You dare to sneak in here alone." Seeing that the man in front of him was shaking violently and looked powerless, Sun Lingbei relaxed his vigilance.

"Call the police?" Sun Lingbei smiled, "Are you not going to take it for yourself?"

"I, I don't want them. These are national treasures. They are historical witnesses and have great cultural value..."

"That's enough! This is not something you can touch, hurry up and leave." Sun Lingbei grabbed his collar, "Watch your mouth, or watch out for your family, these bastards are not to be trifled with."

"No, this epitaph can fill a historical gap, and you can't take it out of the country." Mi Fu stood in front of Sun Lingbei.

"You don't want your life?"

This was the first time Sun Lingbei met someone who was both timid and stubborn.