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Bian Xiqian has a friend named Liu Jiapeng. He is a "shovel" and has been working in this industry for seven years. He also has some savings and wants to open an antique store. He is not ready to expose himself to the wind and the sun anymore. Unfortunately, he I don¡¯t have enough money on hand and have no choice but to ask for help from my relatives and friends.
Liu Jiapeng knew it was difficult to borrow money these days, but he didn¡¯t expect it to be so difficult. As soon as the word "borrow" is uttered, the smiling face turns into a sad face. Before the word "money" is spoken, the friend turns into a stranger.
Liu Jiapeng borrowed from everyone he could, but still couldn't get enough money. He was worried about what to do, and suddenly thought of Bian Xixuan. However, Bian Xifeng was a bit stingy, although he was not as stingy as Grandet. But don't even think about taking advantage of him.
Liu Jiapeng really didn¡¯t want to talk to Bian Xiqiang, but in this situation, he could only lie to the horse doctor.
So, Liu Jiapeng came to the antique shop in Bian Xicheng and chatted for a long time before explaining his purpose. Unexpectedly, Bian Xiqian went out of his way and asked Liu Jiapeng how much money he wanted to borrow. "
Seeing that there was hope, Liu Jiapeng plucked up the courage and said, "Twenty thousand, is that okay?
What Liu Jiapeng didn¡¯t expect was that Bian Xiqiao went out of his way and took 20,000 yuan, lent it to Liu Jiapeng on the spot, and asked him if it was enough.
Liu Jiapeng burst into tears with gratitude. This person really can¡¯t be judged by appearance. Only when things really happen can you see a person¡¯s character.
So, when Liu Jiapeng bought a store but didn't have much working capital, he immediately sold the "Eighty-seven Immortals" and the statue Bian Xifeng mentioned to Bian Xixuan
Bian Xizhuo told his friend's information and the origin of the painting, and then said with some annoyance: "Actually, I wasn't so kind when I lent him the money. It was all because my wife was a stingy person and the family's finances were poor. Most of it was managed by her, and nothing happened before, but we had a quarrel about money before. So, I thought of hiding private money, but I was afraid of being discovered."
"It happened that Liu Jiapeng came to borrow money. He has a good reputation, so I thought of lending it to him. If I had known that this series of things would happen later, I might as well not have borrowed it. My wife is definitely not dead yet!"
Meng Zitao was not easy to talk to. He waited for a moment and then said, "I think the other party is likely to be familiar with the shopkeeper Bian's wife. If not, she shouldn't open the door so easily."
Bian Xiqiao nodded and thought it made sense, and then pointed out the person who was familiar with his wife among the names just mentioned.
Meng Zitao is not an expert in solving crimes after all, so the rest of the matter will be handled by professionals.
"Mr. Bian, do you always have realgar powder at home?" A policeman came over and asked.
"No, how could my family have such a thing?" Bian Xitu shook his head strangely: "Could it be left behind by the murderer? But why would he carry realgar powder with him?"
Generally speaking, realgar powder is used to treat carbuncles, eczema, scabies, and snake and insect bites. It can also be used to treat intestinal parasitic diseases such as roundworms and abdominal pain due to worm infestation. It is often used with anthelmintic drugs such as betel nut and morning glory. In addition, it also has the effects of drying dampness, eliminating phlegm, and intercepting malaria. It can also be used for asthma, malaria, epilepsy and other diseases.
In addition to deworming in the wild, for other diseases, there is generally no need to carry realgar powder with you, so everyone is not sure why realgar powder appears.
After a moment of silence, Meng Zitao said: "It is recorded in ancient medical books that grinding realgar into powder, putting it in a gauze bag, hanging it on your body, and smelling it with your nose from time to time can cure drowsiness. Maybe the murderer suffers from this problem."
"But none of my friends have this problem." Bian Xiqiao said.
Meng Zitao said: "When you are sick, you usually don't yell around. Besides, this is also a clue."
"Too¡¡"
Except for the realgar powder, the murderer left no special traces. Although the other party was not a veteran, he should be a very cautious person.
As for the analysis and tracing of the murderer, Meng Zitao couldn't help much, but he still wanted to find out the origin of the statue and what secrets it contained. So, he asked Bian Xiqian for Liu Jiapeng's address and contact information, because it was getting late and he planned to visit again tomorrow.
Meng Zitao drove back to Zhong Jinxian's place. Because of this unexpected incident, he felt uncomfortable on the way. He originally thought that he would find the key to the secret room or clues to the key right away, but unexpectedly, his plan was disrupted. Not only were the clues interrupted, but people were killed as well. What kind of thing is this!
The next morning, Meng Zitao set out for Liu Jiapeng¡¯s antique shop.
YesterdayMeng Zitao called and inquired about the murder case early in the morning, but found no useful clues. The masked man got into a car with a fake license plate and left the city without a trace. The friends Bian Xizhen mentioned did not have any clues. The other party also swore that he had never mentioned this matter to anyone else. .
Liu Jiapeng was in Tianjin yesterday and could only be contacted by phone. Not only did he have evidence of alibi, but he also said on the phone that he had never mentioned the painting to anyone.
As a result, the detection of the case fell into a bottleneck.
Liu Jiapeng¡¯s antique shop was in a worse location than Bian Xixuan¡¯s shop, and the store was much smaller. However, as soon as Meng Zitao walked to the door of the store, he heard the sound of porcelain being broken.
Meng Zitao looked into the store and found a pile of multi-colored porcelain pieces on the ground. It should be a piece of multi-colored porcelain, and the person who broke it was a young man in his early twenties, and what made Meng Zitao feel strange was that , this person seems to have deliberately broken the porcelain.
In addition to the young man, there were four other people in the store. They all looked dumbfounded and looked at the young man as if they were looking at a psychopath.
One of the middle-aged men's eyes were like knives, and he glared at the young man and said sternly: "Simeng! What the hell is wrong with your brain?! Just now you asked for blue light identification, but the blue light identification couldn't be done, and now you actually dropped my phone again. Thing, if you don¡¯t tell me why, don¡¯t come out of this door today!¡±
Among the four people, there was an old man in his sixties or seventies. This man was wearing a Tang suit. He seemed to be a person who had been in a high position all year round. He glanced at the young man and said, "Xiao Liu, don't get excited. Let Simon take his time." explain."
Liu Jiapeng said: "Mr. Fang, let me give you face and see what he can say! If he can't say it, don't blame me for calling the police."
"As long as I can't find a problem, I can do whatever you want." The young man named Simeng looked very tough. He squatted down and looked at the fragments carefully, and then said: "Do you have a hammer? Lend it to me."
Liu Jiapeng's eyes almost popped out of his head: "What! You still want to hit it with a hammer?! There is something wrong with your brain!"
Liu Jiapeng couldn't help roaring, but Fang Lao next to him didn't care and asked his bodyguard to find a hammer and hand it to the young man.
So, Simeng took a hammer and smashed the porcelain pieces all over the place. In the end, he smashed a large colorful vase so much that even the palm-sized porcelain pieces were gone. This piece of porcelain was completely destroyed. Simeng's forehead There were also fine beads of sweat on my face.
Just as Liu Jiapeng sneered at Simeng's joke, the corners of Simeng's mouth slowly curved up. He picked a piece from the porcelain tiles and handed it to the old man: "Mr. Fang, I believe you can see the true meaning of the porcelain now." Is it fake?"
When Mr. Fang took the porcelain piece and took a look, his face started to look ugly.
Simon continued: "Whether it is in the auction house or the antique city, there are fewer and fewer complete cultural relics, and more and more restored porcelain comes into view. Just like the authenticity of ancient porcelain is difficult to distinguish whether it has been restored, so is it. A difficult problem for collectors to identify.¡±
"This large vase with colorful characters is a very typical piece of repaired porcelain. Although most of it is genuine, the remaining parts have been repaired. It is a very high-level work. If it is not sold as a complete piece If so, it can be regarded as a work of art. But now, Boss Liu is not a very good person!"
¡°Boy, don¡¯t be such a mouthful!¡± Liu Jiapeng said fiercely, wishing that he could tear Simeng into pieces.
"I think Mr. Fang will be able to tell who is making the slanderous remarks."
Simon looked at Mr. Fang, who was appraising the piece of porcelain, and he was already breaking out in a cold sweat! Just now he thought it must be a genuine product, but now he has judged that it is indeed a fake! If it weren¡¯t for Simeng¡¯s warning, he would definitely have been cheated out of millions!
Mr. Fang felt that his face was dull, and he couldn't help but look at Liu Jiapeng: "Xiao Liu, now it's time for you to give me an explanation. You just swore to me that the things were 'authentic'!"
Liu Jiapeng took the porcelain piece. After looking at it, his throat rolled. He raised his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang, there is indeed something wrong with this piece of porcelain, but I really didn't mean it. I hit the eye. And you Look, at least four-fifths of this piece of porcelain is authentic, and the rest are just completed, and the repairman is very skilled, so I was wrong too!"
"Okay, just think you are wrong." Mr. Fang chuckled, turned around and wanted to leave. The young man also wanted to follow.
"Wait a minute, you can't leave!" Liu Jiapeng stopped the young man.
"Xiao Liu, what do you mean?" Fang Lao's face also darkened.
Liu Jiapeng said apologetically: "Mr. Fang, I can't help it. I'm running a small business and I really can't bear such a big loss. I admit that there is something wrong with this piece of porcelain, but most of it is genuine. How much of it is genuine?" It must be worth some money.¡±
Mr. Fang was a little angry: "Haha, you still have the nerve to ask for money."
Liu Jiapeng was not afraid, and said: "Mr. Fang, what I said is true. If Simeng points out the problematic areas openly, I will definitely not let him take responsibility. But what does it matter now? Will I let him do it in the future?" To identify other things, smash them all together?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)He said apologetically: "Mr. Fang, I can't help it. I'm running a small business and I really can't bear such a big loss. I admit that there is something wrong with this piece of porcelain, but most of it is genuine. How much of it is genuine?" It must be worth some money.¡±
Mr. Fang was a little angry: "Haha, you still have the nerve to ask for money."
Liu Jiapeng was not afraid, and said: "Mr. Fang, what I said is true. If Simeng points out the problem in an upright and upright manner, I will definitely not let him take responsibility. But what does it matter now? Will I let him do it in the future?" To appraise other things, smash them all into pieces?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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