Collecting rags and leaks live broadcast, making huge profit of 100,000 times at the beginning

"Wang Heng, you're here, come, sit down, sit down, I've already made a few dishes, do you taste it to your liking." "

Okay, Uncle Li, I'm welcome. After Wang Heng sat down, he began to eat.

Although Wang Heng had dinner with Li Fushan for the first time, he felt very familiar, as if he and Li Fushan had known each other for a long time.

At the dinner table, Li Fushan and Wang Heng chatted while eating, and after Li Fushan asked Wang Heng about the skills of learning antique treasure appreciation, Li Fushan left.

Wang Heng looked at Li Fushan's distant back thoughtfully.

"Maybe Uncle Li is faking illness.

Wang Heng secretly speculated, and couldn't help but shake his head, he had known Li Fushan since he was a child, so he knew Li Fushan very well, if Li Fushan was really pretending to be sick, it was estimated that he would not be able to hide it from him at all.

"It seems to be another possibility. Wang Heng muttered in a low voice: "Could it be that Uncle Li is for Tang Yin's authentic works?" But Uncle Li's family background is not prominent, even his father is just an ordinary person, and Uncle Li does not have a habit of collecting antiques, how can he risk gambling for such a pair of calligraphy and paintings.

Wang Heng couldn't figure it out.

However, Wang Heng still remembered that Li Fushan once said that Tang Yin's calligraphy and painting was in his son's hand, which was enough to explain why Li Fushan bought this calligraphy and painting.

"Hey!" Wang

Heng sighed, and then left the courtyard.

......

Beijing, a mansion.

"Dad, do you think that Wang Heng will do what you want?" Yang Xiaopeng frowned.

"Yes. Chen Wei nodded and said: "I spent a lot of effort to get this calligraphy and painting, and I definitely can't just give it to those old guys."

Yang Xiaopeng's eyes lit up, and then he said with some concern: "But we don't know the authenticity of that calligraphy and painting, what if it's

a fake?"

Chen Wei snorted coldly and said: "Just rely on him Li Fushan? If this calligraphy and painting is really just a fake, I'm afraid he won't even get a penny!"

Yang Xiaopeng nodded lightly when he heard this.

At this moment, a girl wearing professional clothes and a delicate appearance hurriedly ran in and said

, "Master, young master, something is wrong!" "What's wrong?" Chen Wei reprimanded with some annoyance: "What is the panic

!" The girl was startled, and quickly explained: "Young master, it's about Li Fushan!"

"Oh? What is the matter with him?" Chen Wei asked with a slight raising of his eyebrows.

The girl immediately replied: "It was this afternoon that two young people found Li Fushan and asked him to sell them the pair of Tang Yin's "Mei Lanfang Post".

"Is that calligraphy and painting really fake?" Yang Xiaopeng's eyes flashed slightly: "Li Fushan, this guy is too bold, he dares to do the business of forging Tang Yin's authentic works, this is simply death!"

"It should be fake." Chen Wei said lightly: "The age of that painting is too far away, unless it is a famous painting master in ancient times, it is impossible to copy the authentic works of Tang Yin."

"I knew that Li Fushan's guy must be a scam!" Yang Xiaopeng gritted his teeth and said: "I guess that the guy surnamed Wang is definitely not a good person, and he actually helped him to deceive Li Fushan." "

You go and contact that Wang Heng. Chen Wei said lightly: "Tell him, where is the true handiwork of Tang Yin, let him take it." "

Yes, sir, I'll do it right away. The girl nodded respectfully.

After the girl left, Yang Xiaopeng couldn't help but ask, "Dad, are you sure that Wang Heng is not a liar?"

Chen Wei said lightly: "I have already checked this matter, Wang Heng is a native of Beihai City, he has liked antique porcelain since he was a child, his family conditions are not very good, and he can even be said to be poor, so he will definitely not be a liar."

Yang Xiaopeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, if Wang Heng is really a liar, it's bad." "

......

On the outskirts of the provincial capital of Jiangnan Province, in a villa covering an extremely large area.

"Sir. A middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper stood in front of the stairs of the villa and shouted respectfully.

"Hmm. A burly old man walked slowly down the stairs on crutches, his steps a little staggering, and his face covered with age spots.

"Sir. The housekeeper bowed to the old man and said, "There is news from Li Fushan that Wang Heng has agreed to sell." "

This waste!" the old man glared at the butler fiercely and scolded: "I have supported him for so long, and he can't even do such a small favor, and I have provided him with eight years of books in vain." The

butler bowed his head and said nothing.

"Master, what should I do now?" The housekeeper continued: "Do you want to stop Wang Heng?"

"For the time being, you tell Li Fushan that this matter will be stopped, don't make any extraneous branches, not to mention that that thing is not worth his use." The old man waved his hand.

"Yes, sir!" replied the butler, and then withdrew from the villa.

"Tang Bohu's true handiwork!" The old man looked out the window, his eyes revealing a deep color: "If this matter is really Tang Yin's true handiwork, then it is my greatest wealth." "

......

After Wang Heng left the courtyard, he took a taxi back to the hotel, and after returning to the hotel, he washed up, and then lay down on the bed to rest.

After a night of silence, when he woke up the next day, Wang Heng found that he forgot to turn off the computer when he was writing yesterday and logged on to the web to browse the news.

"Huh?"

Wang Heng suddenly noticed a title:

"Tang Yin's real work was stolen!"

After reading this report carefully, Wang Heng was stunned.

"How could it be?" Wang Heng frowned slightly: "Who published this report?"

Just when Wang Heng was puzzled, his phone rang, and Wang Heng saw that the number was Li Fushan's phone, and then pressed the answer button.

"Hey!" Wang Heng answered the phone and said, "Uncle Li." "

Wang Heng, someone just published a report about you, and this report is true. Li Fushan's voice came out of the phone: "You go to the police station now, and we will go to the police station to protect you first."

"Okay. Wang Heng nodded, since this report was true, he had no choice but to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Heng changed into a set of clothes and left the hotel.

Because this matter was more serious, when Wang Heng was sitting in the police car, the driver also deliberately glanced at Wang Heng a few more times.

"Master. Wang Heng smiled and handed the driver a pack of cigarettes and said, "Thank you, master." The

driver's master did not shirk, took the cigarette thrown by Wang Heng, took out a cigarette and lit it and smoked it, spit out a puff of smoke ring and said: "This is a good cigarette

!" "Hehe, this is my boss who specially honors me!" Wang Heng smiled and said, "Master, please drive faster."

"Don't worry. The driver agreed with a smile and started the car and drove towards the police station.