My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 543 Philanthropist

Here, Meng Lang was busy digesting the spoils obtained from the battle at the welfare home.

On the other hand, the Criminal Investigation Brigade where Wang Zhaoping worked also deployed heavy troops outside a slightly old timber processing factory in the mountainous area at the junction of Suzhou and Hangzhou...

"This is Aqi. Are all the teams in place? Please reply, zizi~"

[Gray Gray Group is in place! Zip~]

[The Maomao group is in place! Zip~]

[The Tiantian Group is in place! Zi~]

【…】

"Very good. All units, pay attention to the main entrances and exits. When the operation begins, only entry is allowed and no exit is allowed. No suspect inside can escape!"

After speaking into the intercom, Wang Zhaoping turned to look at Qin Xiaoru with some confusion.

"By the way, I just felt something was amiss. Who came up with the code names for each group's operation this time? Why do they all sound so weird?"

"Haha..." Qin Xiaoru smiled a little strangely. "So, Captain, you should spend more time with your children."

"What does this have to do with spending time with my children? Besides, I've been busy with cases one after another during this period of time. I've only been here for ten days or half a month. How can I take care of my family?

Well... But after this operation is over, it's time to take a good vacation..."

Thinking of his son at home, Wang Zhaoping couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.

But after a moment, he put aside his melancholy, picked up the telescope and observed the movements in the sawmill again.

On the surface, this is just an ordinary wood processing factory, with seven or eight workers cutting wood in the open air.

Seeing Wang Zhaoping's serious look, Qin Xiaoru couldn't help but come over and ask.

"Captain Wang, why did you suddenly drop the case and bring us to this godforsaken factory? Could it be that the Buddha head we are looking for is hidden in here?"

"do not know."

"Don't know?" Qin Xiaoru was stunned. "If we don't know, then why are we here?"

"When we police investigate a case, it's like opening a blind box. Before we solve the case, who knows what the truth is?"

Hmm...it seems to make sense.

But who handles the case with the mentality of opening a blind box from the beginning?

"Then let's..."

"Shh! Don't talk!" Wang Zhaoping suddenly raised his hand to interrupt the other party.

In the telescope's field of view, two cars drove from the country road and just drove straight into the factory...

Leading the way was a black G-Class, followed by a semi-trailer loaded with large logs.

After a careful observation of the leading vehicle, hmm... it looks very valuable. It seems that the big fish mentioned in the intelligence is inside!
"Attention all action teams, prepare for action!"

……

"Swish~" Two cars drove into a three-story factory building one after the other.

As the rolling door of the factory building was lowered again, a pair of shiny crocodile leather shoes landed on the ground on the leading G-Class, and a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a cigar in his mouth and a bloated figure, walked down with a crowd of people following him.

He was wearing gold and silver, and the emeralds on his fingers were particularly eye-catching. The tight Hermès belt around his waist could hardly cover his round belly.

"You guys, keep watch around here. Ah Bao, unload the things in the car."

"Yes, boss!"

A bodyguard with a burly build and a face full of flesh, who looked like he had "I am a gangster" written on his forehead, gave a call and immediately several young men who looked like workers in blue shirts climbed onto the semi-trailer, lifted the tarpaulin, untied the ropes and started unloading the cargo.

"Boom~" Amidst a burst of smoke and dust, redwood logs weighing several tons were unloaded by auxiliary pulleys and neatly arranged in the factory.

Then someone took a chainsaw and began to cut the wood carefully along a specific route.

"Crack!" The wood was split in half in the middle. After everyone worked together to move it apart, they found that it was hollow inside.

Lifting the waterproof cloth and plastic foam for moisture and shock protection, we can see the old bronze and porcelain wares inside...even various rusty ancient knives, coins, gold and silver jewelry...

Then the second log, the third log...

The cultural relics were carefully packed into boxes and then carried by workers into the corridor not far away.

However, they did not go upstairs, but went down the corridor to the basement. After passing through three thick explosion-proof steel doors guarded by multiple people, they discovered a different world inside!

Under the bright lights, in the underground space of thousands of square meters, more than a dozen people wearing masks and gloves are busy here.

Some are cleaning the rust off copperware, some are imitating ancient paintings, and some are coloring porcelain to make it look old...

"Huh~" Exhaling a smoke ring, the fat boss looked at the tidy basement and smiled with satisfaction.

Speaking of the underground space here, it is still an abandoned air-raid shelter left over from the time of “dig deep holes and store up grain”.

No one would have thought that he would transform it into a secret production base...

"Let's go to the warehouse!"

As the boss behind the scenes, he seldom shows up here and has handed over matters to his subordinates.

But he would come to check the accounts every once in a while and take away the profits of that period to prevent any of his subordinates from embezzling money.

But this time, just as he sat down in the boss's chair and was about to open the account book that had been prepared on the table, a younger brother ran over with a courier box.

"Boss, there's a delivery for you."

"Express delivery?" The fat man was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could my package be delivered here?"

The younger brother scratched his head stupidly, "I don't know, your name is indeed on the courier..."

The fat boss felt something was wrong. "Abao, open it and take a look! Be careful."

"Yes, boss!"

However, when Ah Bao carefully cut open the tape on the courier box and was about to look inside...

"Crack!"

The lights went out and the room became dark in an instant.

Since there was no light in the basement, it was pitch dark all around. This sudden change surprised everyone.

"what happened?!"

"power cut?"

"Go out and see!"

"Maybe the circuit breaker tripped? Hurry up and turn on the backup diesel generator!"

"..."

The shouts that came almost simultaneously from outside made the fat boss' heart jump for no apparent reason.

Although the electricity supply in this remote area is definitely not very good, power outages every now and then are commonplace.

But what a coincidence, the power went out right after I arrived...

Plus that weird courier...

Fortunately, the riot did not last long. After about four or five minutes, the lights came on again amid the roar of the diesel generator.

However, before the fat boss could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a faint noise coming from outside, and the next moment, several workers stumbled in from the entrance, with panic on their faces.

"Boss, it's bad, the cops... a lot of cops are rushing in!"

"what?!"

The fat boss shuddered and the cigar in his hand fell instantly, and the people around him were also frightened and stunned.

"Quick...run!"

No one knew who started it, but the scene was in chaos, tables, chairs, and benches were knocked over. Someone panicked and knocked over a plate of ancient coins, which were scattered all over the floor...

"Don't run! Where can you run to? Hurry! Close the door, they can't get in easily!" the fat boss shouted at the top of his lungs.

The heavy explosion-proof steel door was built to wartime standards. Not to mention crashing it, even using C4 wouldn't necessarily blow it open, which gave them plenty of time to respond.

However, since everyone was unloading cargo at that time, several safety entrances of the air-raid shelter were open to facilitate the handling of cargo.

How could an explosion-proof steel door weighing several tons be closed in a short time?

On the contrary, just as the fat boss finished speaking, a dozen policemen rushed in from the door...

"Hold still, police!"

In a flash, several people were pinned to the ground by the police and silver bracelets were put on them without a word.

After all, these people are just cultural relics smugglers, not real drug dealers who are willing to risk their lives.

Under the black muzzle of the Type 54 pistol, few people could still think of resisting. They were all scared and raised their hands and squatted down.

Even the seemingly good fighter Ah Bao knelt without hesitation, so smoothly...

"Stop! Do you know who I am? You have no right to arrest me!"

On the contrary, the fat boss, who was pinned against the wall with his hands tied behind his back, was still shouting in a cowardly manner.

Wang Zhaoping just walked in and frowned when he heard this.

"No matter who you are, based on what you've done, you'll only have one identity in the future... and that is, a prisoner!"

He was too lazy to continue dealing with this guy. Seeing that all the suspects outside were controlled one by one, Wang Zhaoping put away his pistol and walked straight to the desk.

When I picked up the account book and glanced at it, I was immediately happy.

"Oh, you knew we were coming and even prepared our criminal records for us?"

The fat boss looked extremely ugly.

Wang Zhaoping glanced around the room and saw a half-opened express box on the table. He opened it and found it was a sandalwood box.

When I opened the sandalwood box, I saw a yellowed ancient book neatly placed inside - "Avatamsaka Sutra"!
The corner of his mouth twitched, "Ha! Are the current antiquities dealers so wild? They are smuggling antiquities openly using express delivery?"

But Wang Zhaoping didn't notice that the fat boss also had a puzzled expression on his face at this time.

But no one was in the mood to care about his thoughts. Looking at the hundreds of various cultural relics in the air-raid shelter, everyone was excited.

Judging from this formation, I'm afraid we have poked the lair of a large criminal gang...

He handed the Avatamsaka Sutra to his subordinates and said, "Xiao Ru, please ask the local police to send more personnel and experts to take a good inventory of the dirt here!"

"Yes!"

……

A cordon was set up at the lumber mill. From morning till evening, the movement of people moving cultural relics in and out never stopped...

"Captain Wang, according to preliminary statistics, nearly 2700 precious cultural relics of various types were confiscated at the scene, and a large amount of cash, gold, silver and other valuables were found in the safe, involving funds of more than 1 million yuan.

After identification, many of them were found to be burial objects from the Qin and Han dynasties, and a large number of counterfeiting and imitation tools were also found at the scene.

It is obvious that this is a large-scale criminal den involved in the reselling, production, sales and counterfeiting of cultural relics.

A total of 41 criminal suspects were arrested at the scene. Upon investigation, it was found that the main criminal suspects Bao Moumou, Liu Moumou, and Zhou Moumou had a large number of chat and transfer records in their mobile phones, and some accomplices have confessed to the crimes.

According to their account, this criminal gang has been active in the black market in the surrounding areas for many years, and the sources of cultural relics span 8 provinces, more than 20 places and thousands of kilometers...

While smuggling and trading a large number of precious cultural relics, they also use counterfeiting techniques to make fakes look real. The value of various counterfeits that flow into the market every year is as high as tens of millions..."

Even though Wang Zhaoping was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the scale of the crimes committed by this gang.

My goodness, I know that trying to retrieve the Buddha head is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But I never thought you would really dare to do this!
This time, my action... I'm afraid I've eradicated the largest cultural relic smuggling gang in the surrounding area?
I just want to find a Buddha head, but you are thinking about shutting down the entire black market!
"Have you found the Buddha head?" Wang Zhaoping looked strange.

"No."

Hearing this answer, for some reason, Wang Zhaoping was not disappointed, but secretly happy.

I thought to myself, if I still can't find it, Brother Meng will continue to provide clues...

Then in this southeastern half of the country, the cultural relics dealers will probably have no place to live...

If you focus on one, you would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let just one go?
Chaoyang masses are so terrifying!
"By the way, Captain Wang, someone from the provincial government just called to inquire about the situation. It seems that they want to escalate the case." Qin Xiaoru said suddenly.

"Hmm?" Wang Zhaoping, who was deep in thought, was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly.

Thinking of the fat guy's shouting just now...

"Don't rush to reply. Just say that the case is complicated and it's not appropriate to hand it over at this time. Bring the person back to the police station and make a statement first."

"Captain, what are you..."

"Ha! Such a large criminal gang, let alone other things, just look at the number of bronze artifacts in the car outside, how did they pass through the layers of inspection and get here? It's hard to explain.

The other party hid well, but he couldn't avoid the X-ray scan at the security checkpoint..."

"You mean..."

"Don't ask any more questions, just do it, I'll take care of any problems!

By the way, what is the background of the fat and big-eared criminal gang leader just now? "

Qin Xiaoru immediately took out a document.

"Bao Yumin, male, 48 years old, native to Daliang Mountain, Sichuan Province, a well-known local redwood merchant and philanthropist..."

……

"It looks like everything is done..."

When Meng Lang saw the message sent back by Ling, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

While achieving his goal, he could also hand over the Avatamsaka Sutra in the Buddha's head without leaving any trace...

I don't have the ability to find the Buddha's head for you, so I can only return the Chinese treasures inside to their original owner.

If someone who knows the autobiography in the future can see this "historical text" from thousands of years ago in a museum and interpret a little from it, it may be an interesting story...

As for the content inside, if you are not an insider, you can probably only study it as profound Buddhist teachings.

But this was just a matter of convenience. The reason why he gave Wang Zhaoping this clue was actually mainly for one person...

After many days, he picked up the document again.

[Han Li: Female, 29 years old, senior lawyer at Zhongtian Law Firm.

Birthplace: Zhaojue County, Daliangshan District, Sichuan Province.

Biography:

Born in 1990 in the well-known poor village "Maiyi Village".

In 2004, he began to receive financial support from local wealthy businessman Bao Yumin and completed high school and university.

There were two abortions in 2010, and the accompanying signatories were Bao Yumin...】

Sighed slightly.

In this world, there is no such thing as a gift from fate.

The so-called gift from fate has already been secretly marked with a price...