Don't panic, I'm good at picking up leaks!

Chapter 161 The Treasure Sent In
Lin Shurong was wandering around Yucheng alone, and when encountering difficulties, there was no one to turn to but herself, so Qin Fei was naturally anxious.

He quickly walked to the Dizhu Street closest to the hotel, raised his hand to take a taxi, and went straight to Sister Rong's antique shop.

When Qin Fei arrived at Sister Rong's antique shop, the door was closed, but the inside was brightly lit.

He knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response. He took out his mobile phone and dialed, but no one answered.

In desperation, Qin Fei remembered that there was a window at the back of this antique shop, only he and Sister Rong knew it, and it couldn't be locked.

Qin Fei hurriedly walked around to the back, ran upwards, and entered the back room of the antique shop.

As soon as he rolled to the ground, he heard a scream: "Ah."

It was Sister Rong's voice.

It was also at this time that Sister Rong saw clearly that the person who came in was Qin Fei. She was both surprised and delighted: "Xiao Fei."

Qin Fei also breathed a sigh of relief. Now he knows why Sister Rong didn't open the door. The back room is sound-proofed, so the front room can't be heard. It is estimated that the mobile phone is also placed in the front hall.

Harm yourself to worry in vain.

Qin Fei looked at Sister Rong who was still in good spirits and said, "You were crying on the phone. I thought you were scared. You were worried to death all the way."

"No matter how brave I am, I'm still a woman. Would you not be afraid to hear someone entering an antique shop in the middle of the night?" Sister Rong pouted and said coquettishly.

But after all, she is not an ignorant little girl, and she couldn't just sit there quietly while waiting for Qin Fei, so she bravely came to the back room to check.

Sister Rong went on to say: "When I got here, I confirmed that the person who came in had left."

With that said, Sister Rong stretched out her hand and pointed to the ground: "Look."

Qin Fei followed the direction of Sister Rong's finger and saw a man's shoe on the ground, and his brows wrinkled vigorously.

"Let me nail the rear window first." Qin Fei said while taking a hammer and nails, and nailed the window with the broken hinge.

Originally, Qin Fei lived in the store and was afraid that it would be inconvenient to ventilate, so he never dealt with this problem. Seeing what happened today, Qin Fei felt a little bit sorry.

He decided to leave Sister Rong's antique shop too hastily, leaving Sister Rong no time to prepare.

This person entered Sister Rong's antique shop in the middle of the night, he must have a purpose.

Qin Fei finished nailing the windows and began to check the shelves to see if there was anything missing.

Sister Rong followed Qin Fei: "I checked everything just now, and I only lost a pair of Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and paintings."

That pair of calligraphy and painting was very valuable, and Sister Rong naturally felt distressed: "It cost a thousand knives."

Qin Fei felt that things were not that simple.

Antiques are valuable because they are rare and even unique.

Therefore, few people steal antiques, because as long as they appear on the market, they will be targeted.

As a last resort, or if it is not driven by the huge interests of the underground auction, no one will steal antiques, especially if they take the risk this time, the possibility of stealing a calligraphy and painting is even less.

Qin Fei's eyes suddenly settled on a corner of the shelf on the right hand side of the store, and he pointed out: "Sister Rong, you put the things in the amphora?

Sister Rong looked up and said, "How could I put something in that amphora? I can't even reach it. You stepped on a stool to put that amphora in."

When Qin Fei asked, he had already brought a stool from the side.

As soon as Sister Rong finished speaking, Qin Fei had already taken down the amphora and took out a white jade bowl from it.

If Qin Fei didn't have the blessing of clairvoyant eyes, he wouldn't be able to find such a thing hidden there.

Sister Rong's willow eyebrows frowned: "Did that man come in to steal or to put things away?"

"Call the police." Qin Fei said immediately.

Sister Rong also realized that something was wrong, so she reached for her coat and said, "Let's go."

But Qin Fei grabbed him and said, "Sister Rong, we are not going to send out the police. We want the police station to come to the store. The bigger the noise, the better."

Sister Rong was puzzled, but she knew that Qin Fei must have his purpose in doing this, so she responded, took out the phone and dialed.

In the entire antique street, except for the bright lights in Sister Rong's antique shop, the rest is dark and quiet.

At this moment, in the dark corner, there are two people whispering.

A slightly thin male voice sounded: "Is this your first time stealing? You can even lose your shoes?!"

"Brother, who would have thought that girl would wake up in the middle of the night, am I in a hurry." Another rough voice said.

There was still some panting in that rough voice: "But don't worry, you won't be found out. I specially took a piece of calligraphy and drew it. She must think it's ordinary theft and won't pursue it."

In the antique business, there is also an unwritten rule, that is, no one will call the police if an item is lost in an ordinary antique shop.

Because I was afraid that the police would appraise the quotation.

If the reported price is low, or it is identified as a fake, the item will be worthless, and it will also affect the reputation of the antique shop.

Therefore, the owner would rather find the owner of the object on the road.

"Have you put the things in?" the first thin male voice sounded again.

"Put it in, and make sure she can't see it." There was a slight pride in the rough voice.

Then he was a little confused: "Such a one-by-one replacement, when will it be big?"

"Isn't it good to make money? You are only responsible for hiding everything in the antique shop that the boss said safely, and you don't need to worry about the rest." The thin voice scolded coldly.

"Let's just sleep here, I'm so sleepy." After the rough voice finished speaking, the voice line weakened, and then snoring started.

What stopped the snoring abruptly was the overwhelming sound of sirens.

There was a "slap", the sound of a slap on the head, and the thin voice was full of anger: "Didn't you say she won't pursue it?"

The latter stood up "Teng": "This bitch called the police for Zhang calligraphy and painting?"

He immediately laughed and said flatteringly: "If you are looking for calligraphy and painting, just look for calligraphy and painting. I will just throw the things in the trash can tomorrow."

It was just such a conversation, and the whole antique street was boiling.

Because of the special nature of antiques, many stores will leave people to sleep in the store.

The sound of the siren in the quiet night sky woke up all the antique shops. When the lights were on, the street was crowded with black skull tops.

"What happened?"

"Lin Shurong's antique shop on the street entered in the middle of the night."

"What's missing?"

"Go and see."

Just as this group of people went forward, someone in front of them came back: "It's really a surprise. Someone entered the store in the middle of the night and gave me an antique."

"Ah? What antique?"

"It is said to be a jade bowl stolen from the Tiger City Museum. After the appraisal, it is genuine."

"Aren't all the things in the Tiger City Museum in the Public Security Bureau now?"

"What does this mean?!"

This question exploded in the whole street in an instant.

"The stolen items from the Tiger City Museum appeared in Lin Shurong's shop."

"The stolen items from the Tiger City Museum appeared in Lin Shurong's shop."

"The stolen items from the Tiger City Museum appeared in Lin Shurong's shop."

"..."

In that dark corner, the phone rang piercing the night sky. The man took out his phone, hesitated for a while, and then answered it. A thin voice rang out, showing panic: "Boss, it's not good..."

(End of this chapter)