Detective From the Future: One hundred and thirty-five something went wrong

After leaving Yubaotang, Wang Qingsheng couldn't help asking: "Binzi, what do you think of this store?"

　　

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

　　

　　"How do you say?"

　　

　　 "Simply put, this store has a problem, don't take over."

　　

　　 "What's the problem."

　　

　　 Han Bin frowned slightly: "I can't say this, intuition."

　　

　　 "Smelly boy, learn from me." Wang Qingsheng was a little bit dumbfounded.

　　

　　 "Your antique business is very deep, and there are many rules. You were tricked into a punch, what can I say." Han Bin said helplessly.

　　

　　 "You really think this store can't sell." Wang Qingsheng confirmed.

　　

　　 "No way."

　　

　　 "How can your boss make you feel uncomfortable this week." Wang Qingsheng asked.

　　

　　 "When I said I was a policeman, this week the boss showed a look of fear and fear. This shows that he has a guilty conscience and something must be done." Han Bin explained.

　　

　　 "Why didn't I see it?" Wang Qingsheng was a little puzzled. He has been in the antique business for so long, and he has a bit of foresight.

　　

　　 "If it's so easy to see, what do you want the police to do?" Han Bin said sternly.

　　

　　 "Say you are fat, and you are still panting." Wang Qingsheng snorted.

　　

　　"In this respect, I am definitely not better than you." Han Bin smiled and patted Wang Qingsheng's stomach.

　　

　　"Go." Wang Qingsheng slapped Han Bin's hand: "Smelly boy, no one is going right."

　　

　　 "Uncle, I didn't joking with you, this store absolutely cannot sell." Han Bin warned.

　　

　　Wang Qingsheng was a little depressed. He finally found a store with a suitable location and low price, but his nephew said there was a problem, which made Wang Qingsheng very upset.

　　

　　Wang Qingsheng really wants to take this store off.

　　

　　 And Han Bin is his most trusted and closest person, and Han Bin's words weigh a lot in his heart.

　　

　　 "Uncle, I'm not afraid of late for a good meal. Anyway, it's still early. I'll accompany you around, maybe I can meet a more suitable one." Han Bin suggested.

　　

　　Wang Qingsheng sighed: "Let's go."

　　

　　 There are more and more people on the street, and many of them are tourists from other places. Most of these tourists are ignorant. Come here to play a fresh picture, and it is the easiest to be slaughtered.

　　

　　 The two went around in Antique Street, and there were also vacant and transferable shops, but either the location was relatively remote, or the rent was too high. In short, after a round, they didn’t find a suitable one.

　　

　　 Seeing Wang Qingsheng stopped, Han Bin pointed to the front and said: "Uncle, there are a few shops ahead, let's go and take a look."

　　

　　 "Don't go, don't go, I've seen those shops before, no show." Wang Qingsheng waved his hand, he was wide and fat, and he was tired all morning after walking:

　　

　　 "Well, it's almost noon, let's find a place to eat."

　　

　　 "You are familiar with this one, you can lead the way, and I will just eat it." Han Bin smiled.

　　

　　" I’m talking about it. If you want to talk about your uncle, I am the most proficient in antiques, and the second proficient is eating. Just these friends around me, when it comes to eating, knowing how to eat, and knowing how to eat, none of them can compare. Go to me."

　　

　　"Then you can just open a restaurant, and you can also open an antique shop."

　　

　　 "Tsk tsk."

　　

　　Wang Qingsheng smashed it, smashed it: "You think it's easy to open a restaurant. Ninety percent of restaurants are earning hard money. Very few can do well and earn big money."

　　

　　 "My mom is here, I must say you again. Before I start, I know I want to be big." Han Bin smiled.

　　

　　 "Go, you don't want to be here to chuck you, if your mother is not here, you just need to say a few words." Wang Qingsheng sighed, these years, it's not easy to do anything.

　　

　　There is a mountain behind 　　 Antique Street. There is a farmhouse at the foot of the mountain. The two wandered all the way to this farmhouse called Shanlihong.

　　

　　 This farmhouse has a large yard. Sitting in the yard, you can see the mountains in the distance. It is quite idyllic. The surrounding air is good, and it’s cool to eat under the shade of the trees.

　　

　　 Shanlihong Farmhouse’s menu is also very distinctive, such as wild mushroom stewed pheasant, shrimp and shellfish family, big harvest, wild boar twice-cooked pork, wild mixed vegetables and so on.

　　

　　 Han Bin and the two ordered four dishes and one soup. Wang Qingsheng ordered another bottle of white wine and asked Han Bin to accompany him for a few cups, but Han Bin declined.

　　

　　 Han Bin does not drink alcohol during workdays, and usually does not drink during the day on rest days. When he is fine at night, he will have a few more steady drinks.

　　

　　 "Well, your kid doesn't have such a blessing." Wang Qingsheng took a sip of wine and ate wild mushrooms with a look of aftertaste.

　　

　　Han Bin smiled and tasted a few dishes. They tasted good and authentic.

　　

　　 Although Han Bin didn't drink, he asked for a bottle of drink, replaced it with a drink, and toasted Wang Qingsheng a few glasses.

　　

　　After a few glasses of wine, Wang Qingsheng opened the chatterbox: "Binzi, we didn’t see a suitable store for the whole morning, so we should not consider Yubaotang again."

　　

　　 "Uncle, you still have to die. The boss must have done something illegal this week, otherwise, why would he show fear when he heard that I was a policeman?" Han Bin said.

　　

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

　　

　　 "Uncle, you said this week that the boss, if he really did something illegal, what is the most likely thing he did?" Han Bin asked.

　　

　　 "Binzi, you are preconceived. I am afraid that the police can only say that he has done something wrong, but it may not be illegal." Wang Qingsheng said.

　　

　　 "What do you say?" Han Bin asked.

　　

　　" I remember it was like the year before, when a nouveau riche came to visit the Antique Street and bought a painting by Tang Bohu in a shop for a full 300,000 yuan. At first, he just liked it and wanted to buy it for collection. , But I couldn’t hold my friend booing, so I ran to appraise it."

　　

　　 Wang Qingsheng said, he laughed:

　　

　　"This identification doesn’t matter. The painting is fake, modern imitation, and the craftsmanship is exquisite, worth tens of thousands of dollars. The nouveau riche was dumbfounded at the time and lost face and lining."

　　

　　 "What happened later." Han Bin curiously asked.

　　

　　 "On the third day, the nouveau riche went to the police station to call the police, saying that this antique shop was scammed and wanted to get back their 300,000 yuan. Guess what?" Wang Qingsheng asked back.

　　

　　 "You don't want to sell off, just say it quickly." Han Bin picked up the bottle and poured wine on Wang Qingsheng.

　　

　　 "The police are here~ IndoMTL.com~ also made a transcript, but the evidence is insufficient, and the case cannot be opened at all." Wang Qingsheng drank a glass of wine and continued:

　　

　　" The owner of the antique shop said that this Tang Bohu painting was collected by him, not from his family’s ancestors, and he can’t be sure whether it’s true or not, and there is no deception on subjective intentions. Another, 300,000 people want to buy it. If you can be 100% sure that Tang Bohu’s paintings are authentic, fools will sell them."

　　

　　Han Bin nodded. The antique industry is high-risk and high-return. If you want to pick up the leaks, you must be prepared to punch your eyes.

　　

　　Benefits, it is impossible for one person to occupy it all.

　　

　　"Dingling..." At this moment, Han Bin's cell phone rang.

　　

　　 Han Bin took out his mobile phone and took a look, the screen showed the words Zeng Ping: "Hey, Team Zeng."

　　

　　 "Han Bin, the case..."

　　

　　 Zeng Ping did not say clearly, the phone was disconnected.

　　

　　 Han Bin dialed back and found that the mobile phone could not be used normally and the signal was extremely poor.

　　

　　 "What's the situation?" Han Bin clicked on two WeChat groups, and found that the mobile phone had no internet connection and could not accept WeChat at all.

　　

　　 Han Bin wanted to come to Wang Qingsheng’s cell phone, and found that his cell phone signal was also very weak, and the line was disconnected as soon as he dialed.

　　

　　"Uncle, the Pandian issue, please put it aside. It is estimated that something has happened. I have to contact the police station."

　　

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