I became beautiful by eating melons

Ye Rou was not nervous when she was taken away by the police.

After entering the police station, I still had the time to look at the blackboard used for propaganda.

Pasted on it was a photo of the deputy police chief, Jia Zheng, the man who came to arrest her, with a righteous look on his face.

Ye Rou and the old man who suddenly appeared were locked up in the detention room.

As for the three people injured by Ye Rou, they were all sent to the hospital to stop bleeding and undergo further examination.

Ye Rou waited obediently for Jiang Chen to rescue her.

She was handcuffed and sitting with her knees together in a well-behaved posture.

The old man who was thrown to the ground casually groaned, struggled to open his eyes and woke up.

"Master, you are awake."

Now that there is no danger, Ye Rou's attitude towards the old man has become much better.

Gu Xue blinked and stared at Ye Rou in a daze.

"Where is this?"

"Police station." Ye Rou replied.

Gu Xue looked confused, staring down at the handcuffs Ye Rou was wearing, his expression suddenly tense.

"Little comrade, why were you arrested? Where are those three men?"

Ye Rou reminded him: "Not only was I arrested, but you were also arrested."

Gu Xue then noticed that he was also wearing handcuffs, and his expression became even more confused, "Little comrade, what is going on?"

Ye Rou: "I was just wondering what happened. Didn't I tell you it was dangerous?"

There is nothing to say about ancient studies.

At that time, his mind was completely focused on the work of Wang Xizhi and he didn't care about anything else. When he heard the young comrade chasing him away, he thought she didn't want to sell it and didn't think there was any danger.

"Young comrade, I'm sorry that I misunderstood you." Gu Xuexi stood up with all his strength, apologized sincerely, and then changed his tone.

"Now that we have time, young comrade, I want to continue talking to you about Wang Xizhi's work..."

Ye Rou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Uncle, you are so persistent that you still haven't forgotten this matter even after entering the police station."

Gu Xue sighed.

These days, it is not easy to recover and protect cultural relics scattered across the country.

First, people have no awareness of protecting cultural relics. Second, many foreigners who admire Chinese culture are frantically collecting cultural relics and trying to smuggle them out of the country. Third, some people without conscience are accomplices of the evil and help foreigners smuggle national treasures.

The stall owner's uncle Dong Zhui is obsessed with antiques and has collected quite a few antique treasures. What's more rare is that he doesn't do business with foreigners.

All the cultural relics brought back by Dong Zhui were not protected and were piled up in the yard in a mess. If you didn’t know him, you would think he was a rag collector.

When Gu Xue went to his house and saw it for the first time, his heart ached with pain.

He was determined to collect and protect these cultural relics.

Originally, the antiquarian had already discussed with Dong Zhui and offered him a position in a museum so that he could send the antiquities to the museum and protect them well.

As a result, the higher-ups thought Dong Zhui was a wild man and refused to agree no matter what. Dong Zhui thought that the ancient scholars were not trustworthy and had tricked him, so he got angry and refused to give the cultural relics to the museum.

Dong Zhui grabbed a piece of cloth and started setting up a stall in the alley to sell antiques.

In the past two months, we attracted several groups of foreigners to buy things.

Although he didn't sell it, his nephew was short-sighted and would sell anything as long as he was paid.

After discovering that Dong Zhui had left Beijing and could not be contacted, the ancient scholar had to come and check it out in person, and that's how he discovered the work of Wang Xizhi.

Unexpectedly, it was sold again in the blink of an eye.

Gu Xue was unwilling to give up and tried to persuade him again: "Wang Xizhi's works are cultural treasures and precious cultural relics. Private collection will destroy their value..."

Ye Rou said helplessly: "Master, please don't get excited. Your heart can't bear the violent ups and downs of emotions."

"How do you know I have a heart problem?"

Hearing the old man's question, Ye Rou answered casually: "I am a doctor. You fainted just now because you were frightened by the sudden shooting."

Gu Xue suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he felt a bitter taste in his mouth when he woke up.

Thinking that the young comrade had saved his life, Gu Xue stopped boasting and said, "Young comrade, I haven't asked you yet, what exactly is going on? Are those three men coming for you?"

"The thing is..."

Seeing that the young comrade suddenly stopped talking, Gu Xue was puzzled.

"what happened?"

"Shhh."

Ye Rou asked the old man to be quiet, pricked up her ears, and listened attentively to the sounds outside.

The voices of a man and a woman passed through layers of obstacles and entered Ye Rou's ear canal.

Jia Zheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, the person has been caught."

The woman asked worriedly, "Did he really catch it?"

"If you are still not confident in my ability to do things, I'm locked up in there. Would you like to meet me?" Jia Zheng said in a relaxed tone.

"No." The woman's tone became much more relaxed.

Ye Rou's pupils suddenly shrank.

The woman's voice was familiar.

Ye Rou remembered where she had heard it before.

This is the voice of the woman called "Sister Hong" in the human trafficking den!

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In the corridor of the detention room, Jia Zheng, holding a cigarette, asked casually, "Is this the same as before?"

Sister Hong crossed her arms and shook her head.

"This one is different. I'll keep it for later use."

"What's the point of keeping it? You still have to sell it to make money in the end."

Jia Zheng leaned closer and blew a puff of smoke in her face.

The grayish-white smoke briefly obscured Sister Hong's expression, making it difficult to tell.

But her tone was sincere enough, "This really won't work."

Jia Zheng's smile faded slightly.

"This is meaningless. Without me, your three brothers will be in danger, and you won't be able to catch the girl."

He raised his hand and flicked the ash towards Sister Hong's face, his action extremely contemptuous.

Sister Hong clenched her hands tightly behind her back.

It's like a tiger in dire straits being bullied by a dog.

When she met Jia Zheng, Jia Zheng was just a small policeman who could be stepped on by anyone.

If Jia Zheng hadn't cooperated with her and had the money to bribe people, would he have been able to reach his current position?

Now that everyone who had seen her had been arrested, he had become even more arrogant.

What a mean person.

Sister Hong was so angry that her teeth were itching.

After learning from Xiao Heng who Ye Rou had a backer, Sister Hong changed her strategy and planned to use Ye Rou as a pass to leave Beijing.

The pass is only useful if it is intact.

Seeing Jia Zheng staring at Ye Rou, Sister Hong was extremely angry.

She knew Jia Zheng too well and knew that he was a snob and a fence-sitter.

If he knew about Ye Rou's connections, Jia Zheng would probably tie her up immediately and send Ye Rou away safely.

All her efforts were in vain.

Sister Hong refused to give in, but was afraid that her harsh tone would anger Jia Zheng. She was thinking about what to say, and her expression showed some hesitation.

Jia Zheng noticed her hesitation and asked, "Why? You don't agree?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on the side of his waist where the pistol was placed.

Sister Hong noticed this and paused.

"No, it's up to you."

Forget it, when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Anyway, Ye Rou is already married and is no longer a first-hand product.

Seeing Jia Zheng smiling, he wanted to go immediately.

Sister Hong reminded: "Be more restrained, I can still be of use to her."

"Don't worry." Jia Zheng waved his hand.

Ye Rou heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and her expression became cold.