Detective From the Future

Chapter 135: Something happened.

After leaving the Jade Treasure Hall, Wang Qingsheng couldn't help but ask: "Dear Bin, what do you think of this shop?"

Han Bin thought for a while and said: "The shop is fine, but the boss is not good."

"Why do you say that?"

"Simply put, if there's a problem with this shop, don't take over."

"What's the problem?"

Han Bin frowned slightly: "I can't tell you, it's a hunch."

"You brat; teach me," Wang Qingsheng was stunned.

"Your antique business is very deep and there are many rules. You were cheated and beaten with the first punch. What else can I say," Han Bin said, helplessly.

"You really think this shop can't sell well and is not profitable," confirmed Wang Qingsheng.

"No."

"Why did the boss make you uncomfortable as soon as you saw him?" asked Wang Qingsheng.

"When I said I was a policeman, this boss Zhou showed a look of fear and awe, which shows that he has a guilty conscience and something is wrong," Han Bin explained.

"Why didn't I see it?" Wang Qingsheng was a little puzzled. He had been in the antique business for so long and had a certain view.

"If it's so easy to see, what will we get doing with the police?" Han Bin said pejoratively.

"Just say; you're fat, and you're out of breath." Wang Qingsheng sniffled.

"In this regard, I certainly cannot compare myself to you." Han Bin smiled and patted Wang Qingsheng's stomach.

"Go on." Wang Qingsheng hit Han Bin's hand with a slap: "Stinky boy, no one is right."

"Uncle, I'm not joking with you, this shop is absolutely not a good deal," Han Bin warned.

Wang Qingsheng was a bit depressed. After finally finding a store with a decent location and a low price, his nephew said there was a problem, which upset him. He really wanted to buy this shop, and Han Bin is the person he trusts and is closest to, and Han Bin's words carry a heavyweight in his heart.

"Uncle, don't be afraid we'll be late for a good meal. Anyway, it's still very early. I'll go with you, maybe I'll find a more suitable one," Han Bin suggested.

Wang Qingsheng sighed and said: "Let's go."

There were more and more people on the streets and many of them are tourists from other countries. Most of these tourists are inexperienced. They come here to look fresh and are also the easiest to fool.

Both walked down Antique Street, and there were vacant shops and relocated shops, but either the location was relatively remote or the rental price was too high. Seeing Wang Qingsheng stop, Han Bin pointed to the front and said: "Uncle, there are still a few shops ahead of us, let's see."

"No, no, I've seen these shops before, it's no use." Wang Qingsheng waved his hand, he was wide and fat, and he was tired after walking all morning: "Okay, it's almost noon, let's find a place to eat."

"You know this area, and you can just lead the way, I want to eat hastily," Han Bin smiled.

"Having said this, I want to tell you this; your uncle is the most knowledgeable in antiquity and the second in restoration. No one around me can compare to me when it comes to food, knowledge, and being able to eat."

"So why don't you just open a restaurant, why do you want to run an antique store."

"Tsk tsk."

Wang Qingsheng snapped with his mouth: "You think it's easy to open a restaurant, 90% of restaurants earn hard money; there are very few people who can really do well and earn a lot of money."

"My mom is here, so it's time to tell you again. Before you start, you know you're fat." Han Bin smiled.

"Come on, you don't talk bullshit here, your mother is not here, you don't have to say such words," Wang Qingsheng sighed, these days it is difficult for him to do whatever it would be.

There's a mountain behind Antique Street and there's a farm at the foot of the mountain. The two walked all the way and came to this farm called Shan Li Hong. The yard of this farmhouse is very large, and you can see the mountains in the distance by sitting in the yard. The menu of Shan Li Hong farm is also very distinctive, such as cooked pheasant with wild mushrooms, shrimp, and shellfish, big harvest, twice-cooked pork with the wild boar, assorted wild vegetables, etc.

Han Bin ordered four dishes and a soup. Wang Qingsheng additionally asked for a bottle of white wine and asked Han Bin to accompany him to drink a few cups, but Han Bin refused. He didn't drink a drop of alcohol on weekdays and usually didn't drink during the day on his days off. When he is well in the evening, he can have a few drinks in a down-to-earth manner.

"Yes, you don't have that kind of blessing."

...

Wang Qingsheng took a sip of wine and a bite of wild mountain mushrooms with an aftertaste on his face, Han Bin smiled and tasted a few dishes, they were good and genuine. Although he didn't drink, he asked for a bottle of drink, replacing the wine with drink, and toasted a few glasses with his uncle.

After a few glasses of wine, Wang Qingsheng opened the box of the chat: "Dear Bin, we haven't found a suitable store all morning, so why don't we go back to the Jade Treasure Hall."

"Uncle, you should give up on this idea forever. The boss must have done something illegal, otherwise, why would he show fear when he learned I was a policeman," Han Bin said.

"It's boring." Wang Qingsheng picked up the glass and took another sip.

"Uncle, you said that boss Zhou, if he really did something illegal, what did he probably do?" Han Bin asked.

"Dear Bin, without prejudice, I'm afraid when you said you're police he's scared because he did something wrong, but maybe it's not illegal," Wang Qingsheng said...

"Why do you say that?" Han Bin asked.

"I remembered, at this event a year ago, an upstart came to visit the Antique Street and bought a painting by Tang Bo Hu in a store. It cost 300,000 Yuan. At first, he wanted to buy it because he liked it and just wanted to buy it for his collection, but he couldn't stand the cajoling of his friends, so he ran to make sure the painting was original."

Wang Qingsheng said and laughed to himself: "This appreciation does not matter. The painting is a modern fake imitation, and the process is exquisite. This painting may be worth 10,000 or 8,000 Yuan. The upstart was stupid at the time, and lost face and that double was gone."

"What happened later?" Han Bin asked curiously.

"On the third day, the upstart went to the police station and called the police, saying the antique store was fraudulent and wanted his 300,000 Yuan back. Guess what?" asked Wang Qingsheng.

"Don't be rude, hurry up and talk," Han Bin took the bottle and poured wine for Wang Qingsheng.

"The police came and took notes, but the evidence was insufficient and the case could be unsettled at all," Wang Qingsheng drank a glass of wine and continued:

"The owner of the antique store said that the Tang Bo Hu painting was purchased by him and not passed on to him through his family. He could not determine whether it was true or false, and there was no subjective deception; another thing is that 300,000 people want to buy this painting by Tang Bo Hu, if he can be 100% sure that this painting is genuine, only fools would sell it."

Han Bin nodded.

The antique industry is high risk and high reward, and if you want to find a leak, you have to be prepared for surprises and it's impossible for just one person to reap the benefits.

"Ding bell bell..."

At this moment, Han Bin's cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and looked at it. The screen displayed the word Zhang Ping.

"Hello, Captain Zhang."

"Han Bin, an affair has arisen..."

Zhang Ping said nothing, and the phone was disconnected.

Han Bin called again and found the phone could not be used normally and the signal was extremely weak.

"What is the situation?"

Han Bin clicked on the second WeChat group and found the mobile phone had no network and could not accept WeChat at all.

He wanted to come to Wang Qingsheng's cell phone but found his cell phone's signal was also weak and the line was disconnected as soon as he made a call.

"Uncle, let's first set aside the question of transferring ownership of a store, it is believed that something has gone wrong, I must contact the police station."

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