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512. Chapter 512 Framed

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Yang Zimei turned into the store and met Lin Qingmei who looked anxious. She hurriedly asked: "Sister Qingmei, what happened?"

As soon as Lin Qingmei saw her, she was like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw. She grabbed Yang Zimei's arm and said urgently: "Xiaomei, please help us find a way. Yesterday, someone came to the store and bought a Ming Dynasty Lu Yu tea-making purple clay

Hu, today I brought the industrial and commercial personnel and the Anti-Counterfeiting Office of Cultural Relics over here, saying that we, Mo Xuan, bought fakes and needed to be seized. The anti-counterfeiting officers investigated our antiques and then announced that 80% of them were fakes.

This is clearly an injustice..."

After listening to Lin Qingmei's narration, Yang Zimei's pupils shrank slightly.

Song Xuan had a high ability in appraising antiques and was a noble person. He would never deliberately engage in the business of counterfeit goods. Even if there were fakes, he would not be able to identify them himself.

However, Yang Zimei had already screened it for him and picked out all the high-quality imitations that were put up for sale in the store. They were definitely genuine. Besides, the Ming Dynasty Lu Yu teapot with purple clay was personally appraised by her.

, how could it be a fake?

It was obvious that someone deliberately wanted to frame Song Xuan and Mo Xuan.

"Sister Qingmei, don't worry, don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, Mr. Song will be fine."

Yang Zimei stroked Lin Qingmei's shoulder and asked her to calm down, "I will help Mr. Song. Just sit down. Being too anxious is not good for the fetus."

"Um."

Looking at Yang Zimei's eyes, Lin Qingmei calmed down a lot and sat down on the chair.

"Sister Qingmei, who is buying the purple clay pot?"

"That's the man in the blue T-shirt."

Lin Qingmei pointed at a middle-aged man wearing a blue T-shirt, who looked a little fat, had his hair parted in the middle, and pretended to be wearing a pair of myopic glasses.

The man had a certain despicable demeanor, and his eyes were erratic behind his spectacles.

What Yang Zimei hates the most is this type of uncle. He is not someone who is willing to spend hundreds of thousands to buy antiques. There must be something fishy about it.

She opened her eyes to look at him——

Huang Liang, forty-five years old, is an unemployed vagrant who cheats and kidnaps all day long. He has a certain background.

She used her heavenly eyes to see what happened to him yesterday.

I saw him buying a purple clay pot and leaving Mo Xuan, sneaking into an office building, exchanging identical looking purple clay pots with another person, and holding a stack of money in his hand.

As for who that person was, Yang Zimei couldn't see clearly because her celestial eye could only see clips of the person's activities, and she couldn't see too much. If she saw too much, her head would become congested and dizzy.

However, this is enough.

Huang Liang was obviously instigated by someone. After buying the real purple clay teapot, he replaced it with a fake one, and then framed Song Xuan. These anti-counterfeiting industrial and commercial offices were probably all instigated by the same person.

She actually dared to frame Song Xuan. She was angry and her pupils shrank slightly.

At this time, several police cars actually arrived. When the police officers got out of the car, they asked who Song Xuan was. Without saying a word, they handcuffed him directly and pulled him into the police car.

"Song Xuan——"

Lin Qingmei was anxious, stood up, and wanted to catch up. Unexpectedly, she had fetal gas, and her stomach quickly began to cramp. She made an ouch, covered her stomach, her face was pale, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

Yang Zimei quickly helped her sit down, took out a silver needle, and helped her soothe the fetal gas.

Lin Qingmei slowed down and grabbed Yang Zimei's hand in fear, "Xiaomei, Song Xuan has been taken away. Please do me a favor. You accompany me back to my parents' home. I'll let my father, brother and others find a way."

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