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Chapter 162 A Misunderstanding

The phone is not hands-free, but the voice inside makes the man next to him feel deafening: "Wei San! What a fucking good thing you did!"

Wei San was in a cold sweat, and his thin voice was mixed with trills: "Liuzi said he put Dong XZ in a bottle in that antique shop, who knows how they found it."

"I've warned you ten thousand times, you must hide it well, and you must not be discovered. Do you know how big this influence is!" The opposite roared like a lion.

Wei San didn't dare to speak anymore.

The two sides were silent for a long time before the other party said sternly: "It seems that the matter can't be delayed any longer. The Public Security Bureau finds that one has been stolen and will strengthen its precautions. The chances of us succeeding in the future will become smaller and smaller."

When Wei San heard the other party calm down, he asked, "Boss, what should we do?"

The other party paused for a moment, and heard the voice take a deep puff of cigarette: "The most dangerous time is the safest time, let's do it tonight, and get it done at once."

Wei San also lifted his spirits, and even Liu Zi, who was lying on the bed just now, sat up straight, and then asked: "So many objects, where should I put them? The original antique shop must not work."

A voice came from the other end of the phone: "I can't control that much, let's let go of our own territory first."

Wei San said again: "If we work together tonight, Liu Zi and I will definitely not be enough."

"Don't worry, we will gather at the place in 10 minutes, and I will arrange the rest. Remember, you must be quick! Take advantage of the lack of manpower in the Public Security Bureau tonight," the other party hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

"Do you want to do it tonight? Is it too hasty?" Liu Zi asked with his neck tilted.

Wei San raised his leg and kicked Liu Zi: "It's not your fault, hurry up, don't talk nonsense!"

Liu Zi responded, quickly put on her shoes, and the two of them went out like a gust of wind.

Naturally, Qin Fei didn't know what was going on here. He followed the police to make notes in Sister Rong's antique shop.

Qin Fei also couldn't laugh or cry, and now he is already familiar with the matter of taking notes.

After finishing the record, Sister Rong explained the details of the situation clearly, and the police also inspected the scene.

But when the police wanted to leave, Qin Fei still stopped him: "I don't think it's that simple. Now I need the police to be present. I want to move all the antiques in the antique shop down for inspection. To make sure Is there any property damage?"

"Besides, I need the witness of the police to see if there are any stolen things from the Tiger City Museum here. Otherwise, if a similar situation occurs again, we will have a hard time and we will not be able to explain it clearly."

Sister Rong glanced at Qin Fei secretly. She had already taken inventory of the items in the antique shop, and Qin Fei took inventory again after he arrived.

There's really no need to watch it a third time.

After all, the two of them are the ones who know the quantity and variety of objects in the antique shop best.

There was something hidden in the wide-mouthed amphora, and Qin Fei could tell it at a glance from the outside. If there was something XZ in other objects, Qin Fei should have discovered it a long time ago.

Sister Rong couldn't be so stupid as to ask on the spot, so she raised her hand to cover her yawn and retreated to the back.

Qin Fei's request was reasonable.

The collections of the Tiger City Museum should all be in the Public Security Bureau now. If they don't find out, if there are objects in the future, it will bring endless troubles to the antique shop.

The person from the Public Security Bureau who came to handle the case looked at the three shelves of goods, then at the three people he had brought over, and beckoned to a small policeman: "Call the city bureau and ask for more staff."

The little policeman responded and went out to make a phone call.

Qin Fei and the remaining policemen began to unload things from the shelves.

About 10 minutes later, more than a dozen policemen came.

Including Qin Fei and Lin Shurong, there were twenty people in total. While reconciling the accounts, they checked whether there was anything hidden in the goods or in the store.

I don't know if it's Lin Shurong's illusion, Qin Fei's movements are quite slow, and it can be said to be meticulous, anyway, it is different from usual.

The most proficient in business is to observe words and expressions, and Sister Rong's movements also slowed down.

In this way, I kept tossing and tossing until the sky lightened the next morning before I finished counting.

Qin Fei called Zhao Sihai.

After a while, Zhao Sihai bought a bunch of breakfast and happily brought it in: "Comrade policeman, thank you for your hard work, let's eat breakfast first."

These police officers were really sleepy, tired, and even hungry. The captain took out three RMB and put them on the table: "We ate breakfast, and you can't spend the money."

Zhao Sihai put two renminbi into his pocket, and put the other one back into the policeman's hand: "I know that the people's police have rules, and they are not allowed to take needles from ordinary people, but 200 yuan is enough."

After such a pass, six police cars left the Antique Street at 06:30 in the morning.

The people who couldn't hold back and went back to sleep woke up again, brushed their teeth and washed their faces quickly, and went to the street and started muttering.

"Have you spent the whole night?"

"How many things are missing?"

"I heard that nothing was lost except the calligraphy and painting, and nothing was hidden."

"Isn't this a waste of police resources? The police are exhausted. If something happens in the police station in the middle of the night, who will be responsible."

"That little girl Lin Shurong has a lot of things to do."

"Not necessarily. If this happened in our shop, wouldn't we be afraid? Be careful."

"..."

At this time, Qin Fei's phone vibrated, and he took it out to see that it was the message from City Sun: Well done, everything is as expected.

Qin Fei looked at the phone, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Zhao Sihai leaned against the door frame, folded his arms around his chest: "Xiao Rong, look, it's just not possible without a man in the family, do you really not think about me?"

Lin Shurong gave Zhao Sihai a blank look, and said coquettishly: "It seems that I can do it with you, and you helped me solve this matter?"

Then she glanced affectionately at Qin Fei.

Zhao Sihai hummed: "Just let me know, and I'll take care of it for you. Don't you think Qin Fei is reliable? If he is reliable, no one will come into the store."

Qin Fei patted Zhao Sihai on the shoulder: "It doesn't matter if I'm reliable or not, the important thing is that my sister doesn't like you."

Lin Shurong covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

Zhao Sihai choked back after eating, and went back to his shop embarrassingly.

Lin Shurong stood in front of Qin Fei, her face full of shyness, she rolled up the hair falling from her ears with her plain hands: "Then what do you think my sister can like?"

"I think it's me." After Qin Fei finished speaking, he was afraid that Lin Shurong would pinch his ears again, so he covered his ears and walked out.

As he walked, he said, "Sister Rong, I still have something to do. I'll see you later."

When Lin Shurong chased to the door, Qin Fei had already gone far away. She looked at the taller and taller back, feeling lost.

Qin Fei left in a hurry because the matter of listening to Yuzhai was about to be put on the agenda.

He must find a redeemable store as soon as possible.

Now, Zhuo Chenguang has given all the names, if he does not act for a long time, he is afraid that Zhuo Chenguang will misunderstand that he has no business.

It would be easy to locate the shop on the Antique Street.

Qin Fei knew a little bit about the situation of the whole street. Today, he rushed to the middle of the antique street.

There is an antique shop there with a large facade. Tan Fei likes the design of the facade very much. He has been in business for several years, but the business has never been slow.

According to Zhuo Chenguang's advice, if the owner of this store is willing to change hands, it will be Qin Fei's best choice.

Qin Fei didn't know the owner of the store well, so he was about to go in and have a look, so he walked in through the curtain like a normal customer.

To Tan Fei's surprise, there was no one inside.

This was exactly what Qin Fei wanted, and it was convenient for him to observe carefully.

Qin Fei picked up an inkstone from the Southern Song Dynasty on the nearest shelf. This thing was not cheap, but it was covered with dust, which was enough to show that the owner didn't put much thought into it.

Qin Fei felt it was a pity, so he picked up the rag on the counter and wiped it.

At this time, a person came in from the door, holding a scroll in his hand.

The man came in, saw Qin Fei, raised the things in his hand: "Where do you put it?"

Qin Fei thought, this man regards himself as a shop assistant.

Where else could a calligraphy and painting be placed, Qin Fei glanced at the countertop.

However, Qin Fei still felt that he had to explain that he was not from this store.

Just as he was about to speak, the man directly put the calligraphy and painting on the counter.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he put it down, he let out a "hey"...

(End of this chapter)