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"Extraordinary, there was a shooting at Paramount, what is the unknown inside story?"

These voices could always be heard from the newsboys on the streets of Shanghai. For a while, Lu Qiufeng's name frequently appeared in the newspapers.

Lujia

On the second floor, Lu Qiufeng was lying on the bed. The wound on his arm had been treated. Doctor Xiyang left some medicine and left.

Sighing, Lu Yu stroked Silence's hair lovingly, and spoke sharply, "Although we can't offend Lin Jianbai, our Lu family will not watch you being bullied, Qiufeng, tell me, it was Didn't someone force you to do that?"

Lu Qiufeng lowered his eyes, "Mother, I did it voluntarily."

"Voluntary?" Lu Jin frowned, she looked at her son who had just returned to China and became unpredictable, "Then why did you save Lin Jianbai?"

At that time, I was just afraid that something would happen to Lin Jianbai, and if the mission target disappeared, he would not be able to return to the real world. Thinking this way, he silently said, "Father is the best candidate for the next president of the chamber of commerce. During this time, there must be no mistakes. I am afraid that Lin Jianbai will not return to the real world." If something goes wrong, those people will point the finger at father."

Lu Jin's complexion changed, and she quickly understood.

The reception was ostensibly organized by Rong Si, but Lu's company was insisted on being involved, and the name of the sponsor was deducted.Perhaps Rong Si guessed that something would happen, what he was waiting for was that the Lu family would be squeezed out and suppressed by those colleagues in the chamber of commerce.

The wrinkles at the corners of Lu Yu's eyes softened, "Qiufeng, don't put yourself in danger again, the Lu family... has already lost a daughter, and can't take it anymore."

Mo Mo narrowed his eyes and asked casually, "Mother, is my sister okay?"

"Those things are not your concern." Frowning, Lu Jin got up, obviously unwilling to say more, tucked the quilt for Shen Mo and went out.

Lu Zhixing put a foot restraint order on Shen Mo, preventing him from going out.

Lu Xiayu was at a loss about what to do, and there was no progress in contacting Lin Jianbai. She stayed at home in silence to recuperate her body, occasionally chatting with the servants around her, and inquiring about things intentionally or unintentionally.

That day, Lu Zhixing went out to participate in an auction held by an old classmate. Shen Mo persuaded Lu Yu to allow him to go out for an hour. On the street, the car broke down a little. Shen Mo's little follower asked someone to come over to fix it, and he himself He took the opportunity to get out of the car and blend in with the crowd.

Night is the best cover.

Shen Mo took away not only the car keys, but also the bag that he claimed contained the camera, which was a family heirloom of the Lu family, a bronze vessel from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

This plan has been silently prepared for a long time. Once it succeeds, the mission of this volume will have a clue.

The fact that the chairman of the Shaanxi Chamber of Commerce was selling national treasures was a clue that Silence had inadvertently heard from Lu Zhixing's phone calls with others. He even suspected that Lu Zhixing was from Sun Yat-sen.

Shen Mo walked into a clothing store, and when he came out, he changed his suit into a blue gown, pushed down the hat on his head, and took his bag into a rickshaw.

After more than half an hour, the rickshaw stopped at the gate of a compound, paid the money silently, and waited for something in a secluded corner.

After a while, a car came over, and a middle-aged man got out of the car, Chen Xiang, the secretary of the chairman of Shaanxi Chamber of Commerce.

The dark voice alarmed Chen Xiang who was about to open the door, "Who?"

Shen Mo patted the dust off his clothes, strode over, took off his hat, and smiled, "Secretary Chen, good evening."

Chen Xiang's pupils shrank, and then he smiled, "So it's Young Master Lu, what's the matter with you?"

"I have a batch of goods here that I want to sell." Shen Mo pursed his lips slightly, and looked at him with dark pupils, "Please also ask Secretary Chen to help me set up a line with the president."

Seeing Chen Xiang's embarrassed expression after being shocked and guarded, Mo Mo took out a photo from the bun before the other party could say no, and turned it over to face him, "Can you help me?"

Chen Xiang turned pale, "Yes, yes."

The next moment, he invited Shen Mo to the house, and asked the women in the room to pack up and leave first. He made a phone call, and when Chen Xiang announced that it was a bronze vessel, there was a lot of commotion over there, and he almost couldn't wait to meet immediately to confirm the truth. Fake.

When Shen Mo finished drinking two cups of tea, he met Wang Fusheng, the chairman of the Shaanxi Chamber of Commerce, followed by several appraisers.

When Wang Fusheng saw Shen Mo with his legs crossed, looking like a playboy, his inner guard did not ease much. He chatted with Shen Mo for a while when the appraiser was going to confirm the item.

"I heard that the Lu family has a set of priceless treasures that have been passed down from generation to generation. Nephew Lu Xian is selling them. Does your father know?"

Mo Mo raised the corners of his mouth, "That old man said long ago that the property at home will be mine at that time. Since it is my own property, how to deal with it is my business." I'm cool, I'm tugging and I'm hanging, Mo Mo is a little nervous, hoping not to be seen through.

Wang Fusheng secretly heaved a sigh of relief at the stubborn and exaggerated tone. It seemed that what was written in the newspaper was false, and then he sneered in his heart. After drinking foreign ink, he was not the second generation ancestor.

Lu Zhixing, this is the good son you keep saying you are proud of.

Soon, those appraisers came to the result, and verified that it was genuine and a rare treasure in the world.

Wang Fusheng was so excited that he couldn't hold the teacup steadily. The treasures that passed from his hands were not one thousand, but eight hundred. This was the first time in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, and it was a rare bronze.

"Make an offer."

"I need to talk to the buyer in person." Shaking her calf, she chuckled silently, "President Wang, you must be aware of the value of this item. I need money urgently, so I'm selling it."

Wang Fusheng thought about it and said, "Well, in three days, Nephew Lu Xian will give me three days, and I will give you an answer when the time comes."

With a raised eyebrow, he silently said two words, "One day."

"Okay, that's one day." Wang Fusheng immediately agreed, as if he was afraid of being silent and regretting it.

"I'll wait for you here in a day." After Shen Mo finished speaking, he picked up his bag and left.

Silence is not worried that Wang Fusheng will reveal the rumors. Nothing is more important than money. This is the message Wang Fusheng passed on to him.

When he returned to the Lu family mansion, Shen Mo entered through the back door over the wall, and stood by the small lake sneakily all the way, biting the belt in his mouth, climbing up the big tree with his arms in his arms, and leaping to the balcony with all his might.

after one day

In the abandoned warehouse, Shen Mo came alone, without the rows of Japanese soldiers seen on TV, and a Japanese stood opposite him, and Wang Fusheng was next to him.

"Mr. Matsushita, this is Lu Qiufeng." Wang Fusheng introduced respectfully.

Non-standard Mandarin came out of the Japanese mouth, "Bronzeware, where do you work?"

He pursed his lips in silence, opened the bag calmly, and the next moment he heard Wang Fushan yelling, "There is a fraud! Quick, come here!"

Underestimating the importance Wang Fusheng attached to the bronze wares, Mo Mo obviously didn't expect to be discovered so quickly, so he threw Bao Dali over.

"Baga!" The Japanese cursed angrily, but the Japanese soldiers watching outside did not rush in because they were ambushed.

The iron nail was inserted into the Japanese man's throat, blood sprayed all over his face, and he let out a breath in silence. He planned this carefully in order to gain Lin Jianbai's trust.

Lin Jianbai is patriotic, and it is impossible to ignore the loss of national treasures abroad. He has long known about Lin Jianbai's investigation of Wang Fusheng, but he has no chance of arresting him on the spot, so he helped Lin Jianbai create this opportunity.

Wang Fusheng tried to escape, but was shot in the head by someone who broke in at the door. He died not from a gunshot, but from his own greed.

The bronze ware was too precious, he lost his head and unconsciously relaxed his guard, which gave silence an opportunity.

"lay down your weapon."

Shen Mo twitched the corner of his eyes, and the blood-stained iron nail fell to the ground.He cooperated and was arrested, and was successfully sent to the General's Mansion, before Lin Jianbai.

General House

Lin Jianbai lit a cigarette, and looked at the young man who appeared in his line of sight for the second time, even more surprised than the last time.

Helping him solve that matter is logically meritorious.

"What do you want from me?" There was a deep voice, with a bit of inquiry and indifference.

"If I say that I do all this because I am patriotic, will the general believe it?" Bearing the sharp gaze, Mo Mo didn't even move his eyebrows.

Standing up and walking in front of the young man, because of his height, Lin Jianbai could catch the fair nape of the young man's neck with a slight bow, and his thin lips curled into an inexplicable arc, "Patriotic? Lu Qiufeng, I can't see this in your eyes. Two words."

The next moment he saw the young man fall towards him suddenly, it happened too fast, and by the time he realized it, there was already a heavy head on his shoulders, and his breath was full of strange breaths.

He stretched out his hand to push it away, but couldn't move it at all. Two hands on the military uniform were tightly clenched. Lin Jianbai's forehead was throbbing with veins. If the hospital hadn't diagnosed that the other party had a heart problem, this scene seemed to be intentional.

Under the messy bangs, a faint light flashed in Shen Mo's eyes, and he bit his lips hard.

When Lin Jianbai squeezed Shen Mo's chin to force him to raise his head, what he saw was a pale face and blood-stained lips, but those dark eyes were quietly watching him with a light that he couldn't understand.