The Lin family's little boy returns to being eight years old, taking his family to new heights.

Chapter 167 Fang Zonglin

When Lin Guojun saw Niu Lanshan pull out two bottles of Moutai from his pocket, he smiled even more enthusiastically, "Ying! Quickly add a few more dishes!"

Lin Guiying immediately understood and added a few more snacks to go with the drinks.

Just as Niu Lanshan was about to politely say that it was no trouble, Lin Guojun grabbed his arm and said, "Director Niu, come on, let me show you around my house."

After saying that, she took Niu Lanshan to the backyard to see the chickens, ducks, geese, and the vegetables that Lin Guiying had just planted. She also said that she would bring Niu Lanshan two chickens back to eat when he left.

Lin Guiying winked at him, "You good-for-nothing! You have so many valuable things at home, how come you're leading a bureau chief around looking after chickens and ducks?"

After looking at the chickens and ducks, Lin Guojun finally led Niu Lanshan back to the villa for a walk. Niu Lanshan was amazed; he had underestimated Lin Xi.

There's no other reason than that the paintings on the wall are original works by masters, and every single item on the table is an antique.

These were all originally given to him by Fu Wenyuan, but he bought them from an old friend because he was afraid Lin Xi would notice something amiss.

But Lin Guojun didn't recognize it. He introduced the famous painting to the family in a newly taken family portrait next to it, and the wildflowers picked from the roadside in the antique vase.

Niu Lanshan thought to himself, "The old man is really low-key. I've learned this new way of showing off."

It wasn't until he saw Lin Guojun brewing tea for him in an antique teacup, and Lin Guiying hanging the dishcloth on a valuable terracotta figurine, that his lips twitched with heartache. He said bluntly, "Grandpa, it's such a waste to use this teacup to brew tea, and isn't it too extravagant to use that terracotta figurine to hang dishcloths?"

Lin Guojun was puzzled. "Isn't this teacup for brewing tea? Why is it being wasted?"

Seeing Lin Guojun's puzzled look, Niu Lanshan was also puzzled. How could they be this rich?

Is it really acceptable to use antiques to brew tea?

"Hehe, old man, if this teacup were in someone else's hands, they would be treated with great care, afraid of bumping or damaging it, and would be reluctant to use it for tea. After all, it is a famille rose teacup from the Qing Dynasty."

Lin Guojun's hand trembled, and the teacup almost fell to the ground. Niu Lanshan's heart skipped a beat, but luckily Lin Guojun caught it with both hands.

"Then... is that little figure with the rag hanging up also an antique?"

Niu Lanshan then realized that the old man wasn't being arrogant; he simply didn't know the value of these things. So he took him and explained the origins and value of all the antiques.

After staying for so many days, Lin Guojun was truly getting to know his home for the first time. He was so surprised that he couldn't stop talking. He really felt like he was living in a palace!

Lin Guiying was heartbroken when she heard this.

Clutching her chest, she wiped the terracotta figurine clean and placed it on a high place. What a tragedy! She had thought it was a small toy sold at a roadside stall.

She threw away the wildflowers and washed the teacup; she wouldn't touch these things again.

Lin Xi knew these things must be expensive, but she didn't expect them to be antiques. She made up her mind that she would do nothing but go to the police station to review case files for the next few days to quickly earn enough Love Coins to buy Gu Yuan Pills for her master and mistress.

When the food was served, Lin Guojun raised his glass to express his gratitude to Niulanshan. Even Lin Guiying toasted him several times. Without him, these valuable treasures would have been wasted.

Niulanshan often hosts drinking parties, but everyone has their own agenda, so he dares not drink too much.

The Lin family was different; they said what they meant, and their simple and straightforward nature appealed to him greatly. He immediately stopped holding back and drank heartily until he was so drunk that he was out of his mind, hugging Lin Guojun and calling him "brother."

Lin Xi called Yan Feng and asked him to pick up Director Niu. Yan Feng was so busy at the police station that he almost thought he had misheard.

Director Niu went to the Lin family's house for drinks? And he got drunk? When did the director become so unreliable?

Yan Feng saw Niulanshan walking unsteadily and, as if he had seen something rare, secretly took out his phone and snapped a picture.

This photo has since become Niu Ju's only black mark on his history.

Before getting in the car, Niu Lanshan, speaking incoherently, instructed Yan Feng to put the hen and pickled vegetables in the trunk.

Yan Feng muttered to himself, "Even though he's so drunk, he still hasn't forgotten to eat."

Meanwhile, Fang Weiguo had already arrived in Beijing.

In the quaint courtyard, an elderly man with gray hair sat upright under a tree reading a newspaper. His back was straight, and he exuded an aura of authority that suggested he had long held a high position.

When Fang Weiguo saw the old man, his eyes stung slightly. Last year, he had black hair with white strands, but this year it was all white.

"dad."

Fang Zonglin looked up, his expression calm. "Why are you back?"

"Dad, I've found a promising talent in Danbei..."

Fang Weiguo took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and recounted Lin Xi's story from beginning to end.

The information contained all of Lin Xi's details, which were outrageously detailed, including her personality change after an illness, her sudden and abnormal rise in grades, and her ridiculously strong physical fitness.

It contained not only information about Lin Xi, but also about everyone in the Lin family, including how Lin Dayuan started his spicy hot pot restaurant and how he bought the villa—it covered every little detail.

Fang Zonglin listened to his son's explanation while reading, and even after Fang Weiguo finished speaking, he was still flipping through the documents with a blank expression.

Time passed slowly, and the courtyard was completely silent except for the soft sound of turning pages.

Fang Weiguo was not in a hurry at all. He stood quietly, his smile growing wider and wider.

The longer the old man looked at the document, the more satisfied he was. He would only look at the information carefully if he was interested in it; otherwise, he would have already tossed it aside.

But clearly, this time it took far longer than he expected. He lifted his leg and then reached out to quietly pat his lower back.

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids, his lips drooping as he said, "You're already tired after standing for only a short time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Weiguo reflexively lowered his hand and stood up straight.

God knows, he's almost forty years old, and he still gets disciplined by the old man all the time.

After Fang Zonglin finished reading the last page, he said, "Sit down."

Fang Weiguo walked stiffly to the stone bench and sat down, trying hard to control his pained expression.

"You're saying she only contacts Huo Chuan?"

"Yeah, she seems to me like she's very familiar with Huo Chuan, but they're from the south and the north respectively, so they have no chance to get to know each other."

"You remember Niulanshan, right? After Lin Xi mentioned Huo Chuan's name, he seemed quite puzzled, but after learning Huo Chuan's identity, he looked like he knew it. Logically, shouldn't he have been as surprised as I was?"

It must be said that Fang Weiguo has a strong ability to observe, but experience matters more. Fang Zonglin hit the nail on the head, saying, "He thinks Lin Xi can tell fortunes, but only that girl herself knows the truth."

If Lin Xi were there, she would definitely break out in a cold sweat.

Fang Weiguo suddenly realized and nodded, "If he knew Lin Xi could divine, these behaviors would be quite normal."

Fang Zonglin tapped the documents on the table with his fingers. "No matter what abilities she has, she will not do anything to harm society. She is a kind and warm-hearted child who only knows how to do good deeds."

"Let's do as she says. I'll have Huo Chuan contact her as soon as the operation begins."