While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 603
Song Hewenyan's heart twitched suddenly, and he seemed to vaguely see a villa flying away with its small wings, and his breathing became a little unstable in an instant.

"Just by looking at your expression, I can see that you still don't know how big this business is." Fang Ming ate another apple in a snap, and seeing Song He's strange expression, he explained: "Chu Guodong is famous A real estate tycoon, I don’t know how many projects he has.”

"The business he signed with my dad this time is not just one or two projects, but a five-year real estate development plan, the kind that is too big to scare people."

Fang Shengjie nodded with a serious expression: "So this time I really owe you a great favor. I don't know how to express my gratitude to you."

Song He tried his best to imagine the scary project that Fang Ming was talking about, and found that he couldn't imagine it at all, so he couldn't help being a little surprised at Chu Guodong's handwriting.

"Uncle, I don't think it's okay to thank you." Song He waved his hand, glanced at Fang Ming and said with a smile, "We are all of our own family, and Fang Ming and I are almost brothers with different surnames. In my eyes, it is much more valuable than any villa."

Fang Ming grinned when he heard the words, which made his already small mouth a bit bigger, and bit down half an apple with a bang.

Song He couldn't help laughing when he saw this. Although he felt sorry for the flying away villa, but within the system, many things were naturally hidden. Besides, he knew that Fang Shengjie had already drawn up a plan, so he wouldn't just say nothing.

Sure enough, after hearing Song He's words, Fang Shengjie first glanced at Fang Ming with relief, and then said seriously: "Xiao Song, I know you are now in the editor, and it is inconvenient to accept some material things."

"So I plan to donate some money and supplies to our Yucheng Police Station, but I don't know what our Yucheng Police Station needs. Xiao Song, do you have any suggestions?"

Song Hewen said that it was true, he thought for a while and said, "I can give you some advice, Uncle..."

When Song He left Fang Ming's house, it was already the beginning of the lights, but he was still thinking about the conversation he had just had with Fang Shengjie.

In fact, as early as Fang Shengjie said that Chu Guodong and him had become partners because of Song He's relationship, Song He realized that Fang Shengjie still had some things to say that were not on the surface.

Because although Chu Guodong and others have always shown that they have a good impression of Song He, but this level of importance is probably not only valued, but also some management and investment in contacts.

At the same time, Fang Shengjie specially invited Song He to his home to clarify this matter today, and after indirectly conveying Chu Guodong's importance to Song He, he further expressed his own kindness and closeness to Song He from the side.

Moreover, Song He believed that when Fang Shengjie donated funds and supplies to the Yucheng Police Department, he would definitely tell Qin Qin Yuanzheng the connection between these things and Song He.

Therefore, Song He needs to give some feedback next, to let Chu Guodong know what Fang Shengjie did, and at the same time let him understand that this kindness was not thrown to a blind man.

So Song He, who Shi Shiran was walking home, took out a mobile phone, found Chu Guodong's phone number, and dialed it casually.

"Brother Chu, it's me, Sun Xiaohai."

"What is a sudden attack? It's not because you owe me a big favor."

"That's right! So I have to share a little secret with you..."

Half an hour later, Song He, who had already returned to his community, hung up his phone, but his eyebrows frowned.

The reason for his expression was something Chu Guodong told him over the phone.

A few days ago, when the three of Chu Guodong were preparing to participate in an auction held by a well-known auction house in Wei Country, they found that there were a large number of items that were not allowed to be auctioned in the domestic market in the illustrated book provided by the auction house.

Similar situations are actually not uncommon. After all, Qinxia local antiques over a certain age are strictly forbidden to be bought and sold in China.

As a result, foreigners who are already very fond of Qin Xia antiques are more willing to spend a lot of money to bid for those Qin Xia antiques that have flowed into foreign markets through unknown channels.

However, this time, the three of Chu Guodong discovered that in the auction catalog issued by this auction house, there are a large number of ancient tomb objects of unknown origin but obviously from China, and several of them are even noble tomb objects dating back to the Tang Dynasty. !

After expert appraisal, these cultural relics have a high probability to come from the tomb of a civil official of the third rank!

Therefore, Chu Guodong and others determined that another batch of cultural relics with inestimable value in China were transported abroad by tomb robbers and smuggling gangs!
What makes them most helpless is that it is still difficult to determine which tombs these tomb objects came from.In other words, the tombs excavated by the tomb robbers have not yet been found, let alone their clues.

"Finding a needle in a haystack is nothing more than that." Song He pinched his brows, feeling a little worried.

After all, if the tomb robbers are not arrested, they will not withdraw their hands from reaching the tomb.And if the smuggling gang is not taken away, it will not stop sending national treasures abroad.

Wandering around the neighborhood for a while, Song He shook his head, and said to himself helplessly: "Sure enough, it's still a bit difficult with my own strength. It seems that I can only summon my dear Dracula."

After all, Song He picked up the phone and dialed with some pain: "Hey, Liuyun, are you free recently?"

Three days later, after finishing an assistance case, Song He received an email from Liu Yun.

When he opened the email, Song He couldn't bear to read the bill details, and there were several documents at the end.

After transferring a sum of intelligence fees enough to purchase several high-end home appliances, Song He opened the file and saw the information he wanted.

There is a lot of information, and the transfer records take up a lot of space. Among them, the transfer records involving the auction house in Weiguo are the most, followed by some personal and public account records.

At the same time, Liu Yun also listed the diversion of funds from these accounts in detail, and he also clearly marked the owner information and recent call records of each account.

Liu Yun even kindly reminded Song He at the end of the email that if he needs to investigate the owner information of all the numbers in the call records, he is also willing to help, of course, the premise is that the event funds are paid in full.

Song He's face twitched, feeling that it was worth the money, and at the same time, he was quite moved by Liu Yun's on-call and dedicated service spirit.

Concentrating on distracting thoughts, Song He began to screen carefully, and quickly identified the account responsible for the transfer in Weiguo Auction House through the information, as well as the records of transfers to suspicious accounts suspected of belonging to domestic criminal gangs.

Through the fund diversion and transfer records of those suspicious accounts, Song He identified another suspicious target.

"Zheng Mingwei." Secretary Song He murmured after getting information about Zheng Mingwei, "As soon as the money is in hand, he withdraws it in cash. It seems that he is either the boss or a transfer station for stolen money."

"What are you mumbling about?" Zhou Kai asked while driving, "It's rare to see such a serious expression! Who are you planning to plot against?"

Song He talked about Chu Guodong's discovery and his own investigation, and then heard Zhou jokingly say: "Why don't you just destroy that auction house, after all, there is no demand if there is no market!"

Song Hewenyan's eyes lit up: "Good idea!"

(End of this chapter)