Detective from The Future

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 to say?"

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

"What's the problem."

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

"What makes you feel uncomfortable this week," Wang Qingsheng asked.

"When I said that 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 your kid is fat, and you are still panting." Wang Qingsheng hummed.

"In this respect, I definitely can't compare to you." Han Bin smiled and patted Wang Qingsheng's stomach.

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

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

Wang Qingsheng was a little depressed, and 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 something more suitable." 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, they didn't find a suitable one after a round.

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."

"I'm not going, I'm not going, I've seen those stores 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. For your uncle, I am the most proficient in antiques, and the second proficient in eating. As far as these friends around me, when it comes to love to eat, know how to eat, and know how to eat, none can compare to me. "

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

"Tsk tsk."

Wang Qingsheng smashed it, smashed its mouth: "You think it's easy to open a restaurant. Ninety percent of restaurants make hard money. There are very few who can do well and make big money."

"My mom is here, so I must say you again. Before I started, I knew I wanted to be big." Han Bin smiled.

"Go, you don't want to be here, and your mother is not here, so you just need to say a few words." Wang Qingsheng sighed. It's hard to do anything these days.

There is a mountain behind the Antique Street, and there is a farmhouse at the foot of the mountain. The two of them strolled all the way to this farmhouse called Shanlihong.

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

The menu of Shanlihong Farmhouse is also very special, including wild mushroom stewed pheasant, shrimp and shellfish family, Dafengshou, boar twice-cooked pork, wild mixed vegetables and so on.

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

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

"Yes, your kid doesn't have this 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 ordered a bottle of drink, replaced it with a drink, and toasted Wang Qingsheng a few glasses.

After drinking 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'd better 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 that this week boss, if he really did something illegal, what would he most likely have committed?" Han Bin asked.

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

"How do you say this?" Han Bin asked.

"I remember it was like the year before yesterday, when a nouveau riche came to visit the Antique Street and bought a painting by Tang Bohu in a shop. It cost a full 300,000 yuan. At first, he just liked it and wanted to buy it for collection, but he couldn't stand it. The friend made a fuss and ran to appraise it."

As Wang Qingsheng said, he laughed:

"This appraisal does not matter. The paintings are fake, modern imitations, and the craftsmanship is still exquisite, worth a thousand or eight thousand dollars. The nouveau riche was dumbfounded at the time, and their face and lining were lost."

"What happened later?" Han Bin asked curiously.

"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 it, just say it quickly." Han Bin picked up the bottle and poured wine on Wang Qingsheng.

"The police came and made transcripts, but the evidence was insufficient, and the case could not be opened." 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 could not be sure whether it was true or false, and there was no deception of subjective will; another, 300 thousand wanted to buy Tang Bohu's painting If you can be 100% sure that it is authentic, then fools will sell it."

Han Bin nodded, the antique industry is high-risk and high-yield. If you want to pick up the omissions, you must be ready to punch your eyes.

Benefits, it is impossible to be occupied by one person.

"Dingling bell..." Just then, 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 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 there was no internet on the mobile phone 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, you should put the matter at the Pandian first. It is probably an accident. I have to contact the police station."