Detective from The Future

Han Bin opened the album, admired the calligraphy and painting, and asked, "Is this all Han Xuankun's paintings?"

"Yes, the pictures in this album are all real pictures. Although I have seen his original paintings, I will inevitably remember them after a long time. If you verify with the album, the impression will be more profound." Wang Qingsheng finished, and looked forward to it. Xiang Wang Huifang and Han Weidong:

"Sister, brother-in-law, I didn't make a joke with you. Han Xuankun's paintings can be said to be a rare commodity. As long as you can buy the original collection, you will definitely make a profit."

Han Weidong seems to be interested: "How much are Han Xuankun's paintings?"

"The prices of the same painter's works are different. According to the size of the painting, the time of the painting, the degree of exquisiteness, and the meaning of the painting, the price varies. I can only say a rough price. A few months ago, Han Xuankun's Most of the paintings are 30,000 to 40,000, and now it is about 4 to 50,000."

"Just because he died?" Wang Huifang asked.

"Yes, the artist is dead, and the paintings have become limited editions. There can only be few but not many. They are definitely more precious than before." Wang Qingsheng explained.

"Forty to fifty thousand paintings are too extravagant at home, so forget it." Han Weidong shook his head.

"Brother-in-law, your money is stored in the bank, so it's better to buy a painting to appreciate it." Wang Qingsheng persuaded.

"Money is second. The key paintings of 40,000 to 50,000 are not good for hanging at home." Han Weidong waved his hand.

"Yes, what you said is correct. Compared with appreciation, promotion is more important." Wang Qingsheng laughed.

"Qingsheng, how much money can you make by helping others to collect a painting?" Wang Huifang asked concerned.

"If you collect four to fifty thousand, you should be able to sell six to seven thousand." If someone asks, Wang Qingsheng will definitely not tell the truth.

"Yes, you can earn ten to twenty thousand by doing one order." Han Weidong said.

Wang Qingsheng drank a cup of tea and said with emotion: "It's not easy to do it. After looking for customers to find the seller, and other customers only need the genuine product, they have to use it for identification before buying. If a fake is received, it won't hit me. I have it in my hand."

"So the risk is not small." Wang Huifang frowned.

"No one is a fool. If Qingsheng does not take the risk, the customer is willing to give him a premium of ten or twenty thousand." Han Weidong said.

"Brother-in-law is right. This customer is ready to collect and hold it for a long time. He knows that the antique industry is deep and afraid of buying fakes. I happened to talk to this customer several times. People trusted me and asked me to help collect one. "Wang Qingsheng picked up a plum from the fruit plate and threw it into his mouth.

After eating, he likes to eat snacks. It's not that he is not full, it is just a habit.

"Uncle, the greatest pleasure of collectors is not picking up leaks. What's the point of doing things like your client?" Han Bin picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng.

"It was done ten years ago. In recent years, no one has been expecting to make a fortune by picking up leaks. The antique market is becoming more and more standardized. No one is stupid. Picking up someone's leaks is not bad." Han Bin's question came to his heart, Wang Qingsheng opened the chattering box and continued:

"Nowadays, many wealthy people engage in collections. They are collecting them from someone familiar with the antiques business. They negotiate the conditions in advance and do an appraisal before buying. If they really are, they will buy them; fake ones are the pot of insiders."

"If it is true, the collector must buy it at a premium. Can he make money?"

"The collectors don't need money, they just hold it in the long-term. It depends on the individual's perspective to lose or earn." Wang Qingsheng said.

To put it bluntly, Wang Qingsheng is a risk-taking middleman. He eats with all his eyesight. When he buys a real painting, he can make the difference. When he buys a fake painting, he will lose money.

"According to you, compared with previous years, this antique industry is not so easy to do." Han Weidong said.

"It also depends on luck. There are also customers who are particularly stubborn and have some knowledge of antiques, but they are not particularly proficient. If this kind of person is in the heart of picking up leaks, it is easy to buy fakes, and antique shops can also be ruthless. Make a fortune."

Wang Qingsheng smiled and joked: "People who don't understand don't buy; people who are proficient will not be fooled; those who don't understand or don't understand will easily suffer a lot."

"It's normal. People who are new to the industry have to suffer. Anyone who understands never understands." Han Weidong said.

"When you meet a good master, you can still suffer less. If you say too much, it will be tears." Wang Qingsheng sighed, and turned his head to look aside Han Bin:

"Binzi, when you are collecting the painting, you go with me. When it comes to seeing people, you are more accurate than me."

"Look at the day, as long as there is no case, I have time." Han Bin said.

Wang Huifang heard something wrong: "Son, you and Miss Tan are completely out of play."

Han Bin nodded: "I really haven't contacted me these days."

"Well, let's go with the fate. Mom won't force it. I'll introduce you when there is something suitable." Wang Huifang sighed, although she was mentally prepared, she was still a little disappointed.

...

The next day.

The Criminal Investigation Brigade of Yuhua Branch held a meeting. Deputy Director Dai Minghan presided over the meeting. All three squadron leaders and six team leaders attended the meeting. The meeting summarized the focus of work and major cases during this period. The performance of Team Two during this period was highly evaluated.

Han Bin, a newcomer, also showed up for the first time at the leadership meeting.

Those who were sitting were all his seniors. Han Bin was humble and said that he would continue to work hard, obey the organization's arrangements, and contribute to the peace of Qindao City.

After the meeting, Han Bin went to Zheng Kaixuan's office to sit for a while.

Back at the office, Tian Li was the only one looking through the files. As for Sun Xiaopeng and Zhao Ming, both of them were busy closing the case.

Criminal cases are not trivial. A case requires multiple procedures and materials from filing, investigating, arresting, interrogating, and closing the case.

Public security organs must ensure that the criminal facts are clear, the evidence is credible and sufficient, and the prosecution opinions should be written and transferred to the people’s procuratorate at the same level together with the case files and evidence.

In a word, I am busy when handling a case, and busy when not handling a case.

Fortunately, Han Bin is now the team leader. Unless some important procedures are left to the other team members, he sits in the office and drinks tea and looks at his mobile phone.

As for Li Hui, he is probably going on a blind date with a certain girl, and Han Bin is also a little curious about whether this kid can succeed.

Han Bin rested the next day.

After getting up in the morning, I ran a few laps in the community, had breakfast at my parents' house, took a shower, and took a taxi to the antique market.

Today, Wang Qingsheng was going to collect Han Xuankun's paintings, and Han Bin agreed to go with him.

Han Bin doesn't know if the painting can be accepted, but he must be slaughtered for a good meal.