For me, the heads of the twelve zodiac signs are completely hard to come by.

After trying hard to find out the remaining six heads, I became completely calm.

This time, the news from Coolidge really shocked me.

"Calvin, hurry up, where is the zodiac head?!" I pulled Coolidge's collar tightly, causing the guy to cough repeatedly.

Cough cough, Coolidge's face turned red and his neck was thick. He pointed at my hand and nodded repeatedly, signaling me to let go of him.

"Andre, do you want to strangle me, the old man?!" After I let go, Coolidge touched his neck and looked at me and shook his head.

"Let's talk quickly, where is the head of the zodiac?" I laughed.

Coolidge gasped and then said slowly: "Where can it be?! Where is your father-in-law Jean DuPont Belmondo!"

"Where is Old DuPont?! No!" I was immediately blanked by Coolidge's words.

If I remember correctly, the last time I took DuPont Belmondo to the manor to see Vapori, I took him to the zodiac fountain.

I pointed to the six statues in the fountain with only bodies and no heads, and said to Jean DuPont Belmondo: "I am looking for the remaining six heads everywhere. If I can collect them all, it will be considered my wish."

At that time, Jean DuPont Belmondo's face did not reflect much. He looked at the statues and smiled, "I really haven't seen such a head."

When he said this, his expression was very serious, not like he was lying.

But now Coolidge said he was seeing the zodiac head in DuPont Belmondo. What's going on?

Coolidge wouldn't lie to me, nor did he lie to me.

If what he said is true, then it means that Jean DuPont Belmondo is lying to me.

But he didn't need to lie to me. Although the heads of these zodiac signs are expensive now, they will not exceed 10 million if they are charged. For a consortium boss like Jean DuPont Belmondo, the money is really not worth mentioning.

But if he had it, why didn't he show his voice?

"Coolidge. Where did you see those zodiac heads?" I asked.

Coolidge smiled and said, "It's a long story. After I met and chatted with Jean DuPont Belmondo for a while, he invited me to drink in a villa in Los Angeles, saying that there was a bottle of red wine that had been around for about a hundred years."

"You know, I like red wine the most..."

"Bad! Don't you like women the most??" Before Coolidge could finish speaking, the words from Stiller next to him made the whole office burst into hilariousness.

Coolidge gave Stiller a blank look and said shamelessly: "Women, like it, and like it too. This is not contradictory."

"Don't talk about the topic, just focus on the key points!" I reminded.

Coolidge shrugged and said, "I went to his villa with Jean DuPont Belmondo. The guy didn't give me some wine at first, but talked to me about some very confidential things."

"Confidential?" I was a little confused by Coolidge's tone.

Jean DuPont Belmondo brought Coolidge to his own field under the name of good wine and then talked to him about the secrets. This seemed a bit mysterious.

"Confidentiality involves the secrets of our DreamWorks." When Coolidge said this, the original smile on his face disappeared.

"I'm telling me, Jean DuPont Belmondo must not have any good intentions. Boss, your father-in-law is not very reliable." Stiller whispered to me.

I smiled and signaled Coolidge to continue.

"Andre, Jean DuPont Belmondo's questions are basically focused on why our DreamWorks did not suffer any losses in this stock market, but instead increased its strength."

"Calvin, you guy can't hold your tongue, right?" Yassel looked at Coolidge, a little nervous.

Coolidge laughed: "I want to get information from me. Do you think it's possible?"

Regardless of whether others believe Coolidge's words or not, I believe it anyway.

Although Coolidge has countless problems, I have always believed in it, that is, he is a principled question.

It's very much for him. Maybe it doesn't matter. But once the matter of principle is involved, he will never do anything that is not conducive to DreamWorks and our deep friendship.

At this point, I have never been worried.

Coolidge looked at me, and obviously, after he got the message of trust from me, his face filled with smiles.

"I told Jean DuPont Belmondo that the reason why DreamWorks did not suffer losses in this economic crisis was because Andre Corleon was God's favor."

Hahahaha, the people in the office were amused by Coolidge's words.

"Calvin, Gao! This answer is really classic!" Even I couldn't help laughing.

"Then I saw an old face of Jean DuPont Belmondo turned into eggplant." Coolidge laughed himself, and he spread his hands and said, "After saying this, I asked Jean DuPont Belmondo to take me to his cellar to see the bottle of century-old wine."

"The bottle of wine is hidden in the villa's cellar. A large cellar is decorated very luxuriously. In addition to treasure some wine, there are many things in the cellar, such as the Egyptian golden statues, the Babylonian stone tablets, and the luxurious decorations of Rome. The cellar is simply varied."

"I didn't expect that Jean DuPont Belmondo was actually a collector!" Yassel raised his eyebrows.

"Of course. When DuPont Belmondo was young, he was a doctor of history!" Coolidge's words surprised me.

Jean DuPont Belmondo is actually a doctor of history! This news is really shocking.

"The things in the cellar of Jean DuPont Belmondo really make me fascinated. They are simply a treasure house. Then, deep in the cellar, I saw his wine storage. There was a world of wine storage. More than a hundred years of wine storage are very much."

"We both took out a few bottles and were about to turn around and walk outside when a small room inside caught my attention."

Coolidge should have changed his career and told stories. The office was silent and everyone was attracted by his story.

"It was a small room. A bronze medal was posted on the door." Coolidge looked at me and said word by word: "There is a word written on the bronze medal:

"China?!" I became nervous.

Coolidge shrugged and smiled, "I think so too. But Jean DuPont Belmondo told me that the collection of porcelain is in it."

"Yes, porcelain and China are the same word." Stiller laughed.

"This old DuPont is really cunning." Yassel shook his head repeatedly.

Coolidge smiled proudly and said, "If it were someone else, he might have been tricked by DuPont Belmondo, but I would be different."

"Originally, porcelain is a specialty of China. I said there should be nothing special about China. But DuPont Belmondo emphasized that the porcelain is placed inside, which made me feel a little more obvious."

"So I asked to see it." Coolidge smirked twice.

Coolidge made such a request, and in his capacity, it was impossible for DuPont Belmondo to refuse.

"Jean DuPont Belmondo opened the door to that room, and I followed it in. Andre, I have to say that the room is the center of the entire storage room!" Coolidge suddenly became excited.

"You can't imagine what kind of room it was! There were porcelain in it. But there were countless Chinese things. There were bronzes taller than people. The Chinese called them tripods. I even saw a complete set of chimes, bronzes, porcelains, jades, calligraphy and paintings for playing... God, there were a wide range of them. If you didn't see them with your own eyes, you really wouldn't believe that there were so many treasures in a collection room. All of those things came from China." Coolidge took a deep breath. He looked at me and said solemnly: "On a shelf in that room, I found a row of bronze heads."

"A row!?" I shouted.

"Yes, a row." Coolidge nodded, then stretched out four fingers at me: "Four!"

"Four?!" My head buzzed and I stood up immediately.

Originally, I thought Coolidge could only reach one or two at most, and it turned out to be four!

In other words, Jean DuPont Belmondo has four of the remaining six heads!

"Cow, rabbit, chicken, pig." Coolidge raised his eyebrows and said, "The moment I saw these four heads, I felt a little jealous. I have seen the zodiac heads in your manor, which are worth seeing. I recognized these heads as the bronze heads you collected at a glance."

"I asked Jean DuPont Belmondo how these heads came from. Jean DuPont Belmondo told me that the four heads he bought from a Russian. He just got them. And the Russian said he got them from a friend of his place."

Coolidge took a sip of tea and smashed his mouth.

"What?" I asked bluntly.

"And then, I'll come back and tell you." Coolidge stuck out his tongue.

Before he finished speaking, I waved my hand at Kava: "Cava, drive, let's go find Jean DuPont Belmondo."

Everyone in the room knows my temper and what those bronze heads mean to me, so no one stops me.

I put on my coat and went downstairs with Kava and Coolidge. I drove all the way.

With Coolidge's guidance, our car finally stopped outside the villa of Jean DuPont Belmondor.

Jean DuPont Belmondo has a villa in Los Angeles, and I really don’t know. In the past, he came to Los Angeles and stayed in high-end hotels in Los Angeles, and he wouldn’t go to other places.

Moreover, even Natalia didn't tell me that Jean DuPont Belmondo had such a villa in Los Angeles.

It was really a surprise. I never thought that there was such a villa in Los Angeles!

Not only is it huge in size, but it actually has a baroque style that is rare in Los Angeles!

The entire villa is decorated very carefully, and even the fences outside the villa are extremely exquisite!

"It's so rich." Kava said the truth next to me.

Report, open the door and go in.

Walking on the avenue in the manor, you can see the grass on the roadside. There are various sculptures. Some of them are recognized by me at a glance as Chinese, and many of them are actually tomb-controlling beasts!

This is too low-key for DuPont Belmondo.

"Boss, is anything in it valuable?" Kava looked at me and asked expectantly.

I patted his shoulder and pointed to a Chinese tomb-stricken beast with his head raised and raised his chest not far away and said to him: "Did you see that statue, if it is auctioned, it will be worth your five-year salary."

When Kava heard my words, she immediately fainted when she rolled her eyes.

"Andre! It's so late that I'm really honored to come to me. Come on, come in quickly!" Jean DuPont Belmondo stood on the high doorstep of the hall, smiling all over his face, and stretched out his arms at me.

Although Jean DuPont Belmondo has lived in the United States for so long, some of the French habits in their bones have not been abandoned. It is like a hug ceremony for meeting.
To be continued...