Liao Fan is a filial grandson, Gu Chen does not deny it.
But who did Director Bao offend? Just because he attended a museum exchange meeting in Shanghai, he was going to suffer disaster?
What's more, the masks and other precious items were obtained by the museum through formal channels, and there was no moral kidnapping.
But what happened in Wanshan Museum makes people feel regretful.
"So, you went to see Deputy Director Bao, and the topics you talked about were all around family heirlooms? You and Deputy Director Bao didn't actually know each other before?"
Facing Gu Chen's successive questions, Liao Fan nodded frequently.
"That's right, I don't know Director Bao. I just know that these heirlooms from my family will eventually be settled in the Wanshan Museum. From now on, they will no longer be considered personal belongings."
"So I used some special means to finally sneak into the museum exchange meeting, and after asking around, I finally found Director Bao at the venue."
"You asked him directly for something?" Yuan Shasha asked.
Liao Fan shook his head: "Of course not, because these things were introduced by the museum through legal channels. I just want to spend money to redeem them."
"But when I saw the explanation about my ancient mask at the venue, I realized that my uncle, a scammer, sold a priceless mask at a bargain price. I hate it."
After saying this, Liao Fan angrily punched the interrogation chair.
He looked up at Gu Chen with grief and anger, and also complained: "I realized at that time that the possibility of redeeming the mask was almost zero, but this was originally an heirloom of my family. As a descendant, I had no reason to let it go.
It wanders outside."
"I don't need other things, but I must get that mask back."
"What happened next?" Gu Chen looked up at Liao Fan.
Liao Fan took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "What happened later? Do I have a future?"
"In order to fight for the last glimmer of hope, I followed Director Bao to the door of his room after the exchange meeting."
"I took this opportunity to enter his hotel room and explain to him the purpose of my visit. I was communicating with him with my last glimmer of hope."
"However, as soon as Director Bao heard that I was here to get back the family heirloom, he immediately rejected all my requests."
"Even if I was willing to spend money to redeem the mask, he refused decisively."
"That's for sure." Sensing Liao Fan's indignant look, Officer Wang said objectively and impartially: "Your uncle is also considered the owner of the family heirloom, and objectively has the right to sell the items to others on behalf of your family."
"Since the Wanshan Museum obtained it through legal means, the museum certainly has the right to dispose of the imported items, and it can refuse your redemption request."
When Liao Fan heard this, he snorted and said with a smile: "If Director Bao is a kind person and is willing to properly protect my family's heirlooms, and if I really can't redeem them, maybe I will go to the museum from time to time to look at my family's items."
"But after some exchanges, I discovered that the Wanshan Museum is nothing more than a pheasant museum that resells cultural relics."
"After the exhibition, all items will be promoted through some channels, introduced to some private collectors, and sold to them to earn a certain price difference."
Speaking of this, Liao Fan was also very sad and said: "I expressed my willingness to recycle it at twice the price of the sale, but when the curator Bao saw this, he suddenly raised the price."
"He told me that this heirloom of my family has no use if it is left in our hands. It is simply a waste. It is better to put it in a museum to show its true value."
"But I clearly saw from Director Bao's tone that he intended to sell it, but he asked for 15 times the price of a mouthful."
After a pause, Liao Fan shook his head and said: "From that time on, I knew that this so-called gentleman who praised cultural values on the podium was just in vain."
"He secretly used some cultural relic brokers to continuously acquire high-value private collections from private individuals, and then took them to museums to launder them and increase the actual value of the items."
"After the exhibition in the museum, we look for buyers and sell these high-value items to private collectors at higher prices to earn a generous price difference."
"Director Bao also saw the value of my family heirloom at that time. He thought it would be profitable and wanted to put it in a museum to increase its value."
"If I wanted to buy and redeem it at that time, he could also do it, and the price would be 15 times the original purchase price."
Speaking of this, Liao Fan almost collapsed: "15 times the price, this is simply killing me."
"So there is still such a situation?" Lu Weiwei felt a little unable to listen anymore. She felt that this pheasant museum was just buying and selling.
In the name of a museum, what they actually do is to earn a profit.
Lu Weiwei finally understood why many private museums suddenly appeared in recent years.
On the surface, it is said that the curator is wealthy, has some private collection hobbies, and is open to the general public.
Is it actually possible?
They are only interested in profit and treat this completely as a business of making profit from the price difference.
Many precious items have little value in the hands of ordinary people, but after being acquired by the Wanshan Museum, after some professional restoration by technicians and put on display, especially when they participated in some important exhibitions, their value immediately doubled several times.
The market determines value, and exhibits are a business.
"So, you didn't make the purchase successfully?" Gu Chen asked him.
Liao Fan nodded, feeling like his heart was getting cold at this moment: "Director Bao, a villain, refused to give in. I had no choice. I even knelt down in front of him."
After saying this, Liao Fan was filled with grief and anger, and slapped himself twice in succession: "I...I have never kneeled down to anyone in my life."
"Even when my father hung me from a tree and whipped me with a belt, I didn't say a word or admit my fault."
"But that day, I knelt down in front of Director Bao. That mask was my grandfather's only thought during his lifetime. I explained to him clearly his condition in the hospital and almost kowtowed to him, but he just refused to agree.
."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "He told me that he would keep my family heirlooms in the Wanshan Museum. If I miss them, I will often come to the Wanshan Museum to take a look."
"Isn't this good?" Officer Wang also didn't know why, and felt that this should be the best compromise.
After all, even if it is not placed in your home, it is still placed in a museum. At least it can be seen and touched.
However, Liao Fan shook his head: "If only it were that simple. Although Director Bao's words moved me, he also promised to take good care of it, so he tricked me out of the room."
"But not long after I left the room, I met a mysterious man. He mysteriously walked into Director Bao's room."
"Out of curiosity, I followed him again and stood at the door of Director Bao's room, quietly listening to the conversation between the two of them in the room."
After a pause, Liao Fan held his forehead and said with a silly smile: "I was so naive that I believed Director Bao's lies. Only then did I realize that they were talking about trading masks. The mysterious man said that there was a Nanya gold medalist.
The Lord has taken a fancy to that mask, is willing to pay a high price to buy it for his collection, and wants Director Bao to take action."
"But Director Bao was reluctant to agree at first and told him that even if he wanted to sell it, it would need to be gilded for display in the Wanshan Museum so that it could be displayed at its due value before being sold."
"But when Director Bao heard the mysterious person tell him the purchase amount that the South Asian investor was willing to pay, he was completely frightened. It was a huge sum of money."
Looking at Lu Weiwei's cute face, it seemed that she didn't know how much the so-called huge sum of money was, so she quickly explained:
"Let's put it this way, as long as you sell this mask, you don't have to worry about buying a car or a house, or even food and drink for the rest of your life."
"So valuable?" After hearing Liao Fan's words, Lu Weiwei finally had a concrete understanding of the concept of "huge sums of money."
This means that you can eat as much of various delicacies as you want, from all over the world, enough to last for decades.
Thinking about it, this kind of temptation is really hard to resist.
"So? Director Bao decided to sell the masks, right?" Gu Chen asked.
Liao Fan nodded fiercely: "Director Bao, this bastard, just promised me not to sell this mask, but to keep it forever in the Wanshan Museum."
"But at the last step, he was going to sell this mask to South Asians. He is an out-and-out bastard, a mercenary villain."
It felt like no matter how much he scolded him, it would be useless. There seemed to be no way to vent the hatred in Liao Fan's heart.
After trying to calm down, he added: "I heard the conversation between the two of them at that time. Director Bao was going to take the items back to Jiangnan City, then hold them on a symbolic exhibition for a week, and finally go through some formalities for handover, and then sell them to the South Asian man.
merchant."
"So, I have to stop him. I swear I will not let him succeed, nor will I let this ancestral treasure fall into the hands of foreigners."
Gu Chen nodded slightly and couldn't help but said: "So, in order to get back that item, you started to carefully plan this operation?"
"Yes." At this point, Liao Fan no longer concealed anything, but said frankly: "I secretly took a taxi and rushed to Jiangnan City overnight. Through some means, I learned that Director Bao likes to study astronomy, especially astronomical telescopes.
Very fond of it.”
"So I bought a set of astronomical telescopes and obtained Director Bao's phone number through some means. I called him from an unknown number and told him that in order to show that the Wanshan Museum was responsible for collecting my masks, I specially thanked him and gave them to him.
A set of astronomical telescopes, I just hope he can take good care of my masks."
"So, this guy believed it and was still feeling proud. When he was in Shanghai, he called the security guard of Wanshan Museum and informed him that a set of astronomical telescopes given to him by a friend would be delivered today. Remember to sign for it for him."
Looking up at Gu Chen who was taking notes, Liao Fan said helplessly: "But you, Officer Gu, already know everything that happens next."
"Yes, I used an astronomical telescope to collect sunlight and took advantage of the focusing characteristics. When assembling and debugging, I specially focused the light source on a fixed position."
"And this position is at the 45-degree outer left corner of the ashtray. It must ensure that the cigar can be lit and prove that I am not present."
Glancing at Lu Weiwei, Yuan Shasha and Officer Wang beside Gu Chen, Liao Fan said again:
"In order to meet these conditions, I made some marks in the office yesterday. Even if the curator Bao or others moved the astronomical telescope, I could still restore it to yesterday's position according to the scale marks at the first time, ensuring that around 5 p.m., everything would be
Everything will happen as I ask."
"As for Director Bao, indeed, I used the excuse of coming to Jiangnan City to discuss the project to create a chance encounter at the door of the high-speed railway hotel, because I have checked all Director Bao's itinerary and know what time he will show up.
I can't make any mistakes."
"So much so that I handed over even the most important cooperation projects to others, but I directly followed Director Bao for tea and dinner, and finally managed to enter his office room."
"I took this opportunity to take a last look at my family's ancestral items. Unexpectedly, Director Bao actually agreed. This is simply a God-given opportunity. I feel that I can't miss the opportunity again. This is a priceless ancient mask."
"So at that moment, you decisively took out the hammer, killed Director Bao, and took away the mask?" Gu Chen couldn't help but ask him as he looked at Liao Fan, who was on the verge of going crazy.
This time, after a few seconds of hesitation, Liao Fan suddenly nodded in despair.
It seems that this time he is doomed.
Gu Chen expressed sympathy, but couldn't agree.
The statement given by Liao Fan would definitely cause heated debate if it were placed on today's Internet.
But once such an extreme step as murder is carried out, there is no turning back.
Liao Fan may still have a lucky mentality, after all, he carefully laid out many details for this operation.
But due to the weird things in the office and the fact that he was the only person who met Director Bao today, he finally fell into trouble with Gu Chen.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Gu Chen handed the transcript to him and asked him to sign his name.
As for the rest of the matter, it will naturally be left to the judgment of the law.
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A week has passed since Liao Fan's incident. Affected by this, the signing of the project by He Xiaofan's screenwriter team was also delayed for a week.
Fortunately, there was no danger, and the producer was originally interested in teaming up with He Xiaofan.
But when this happens in the company's literary planning, the production company is also very busy, and a lot of energy is spent on various public relations to refute the rumors.
But the memory of netizens only lasts for a few days. After the Liao Fan and Wanshan Museum incident became a hot search term in the past few days, netizens were also attracted by a large amount of entertainment news and soon forgot about this incident.
Gu Chen also heard from his father Gu Baichuan that a week later, He Xiaofan's team went to Shanghai as a group and signed a cooperation project document that was related to their livelihood in the second half of the year, and the entire screenwriting team was resurrected.
After receiving this news, Gu Chen was naturally very happy.
At 9 a.m., a first-class superintendent knocked on the door of the Criminal Investigation Group Three office.
At this moment, everyone put down their work and focused their attention on the first-class superintendent.
"Xiao Zhong, you don't have to go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything." Officer Ding raised his head and said jokingly.
Xiao Zhong smiled: "I just came here to send a file or something."
"What's the matter?" He Junchao was a little impatient and drank the honey grapefruit tea in his hand.
Officer Xiao Zhong picked up the notice and then smiled with everyone and said: "The thing is like this, last night on the suburban ring road, an out-of-town tourist bus had a car accident and rolled directly off the road. The accident caused a large number of people to be seriously injured.
They are currently being sent to major hospitals in batches for emergency treatment."
"Just tell me the key points." Officer Wang is an old comrade. Whenever someone takes a notice and tells everyone some irrelevant bad news, Officer Wang knows that it is definitely not good.
Officer Xiao Zhong grinned: "Okay, let me get to the point. The notice in my hand was issued by Director Zhao. Because of this emergency, the blood bank's O and AB blood stocks were tight."
"Because currently, as the number of patients who require clinical blood transfusion treatment continues to increase, the inventory of type O and type AB blood is maintained at the lowest level, which can basically meet the needs of clinical emergency blood."
"However, due to emergencies late last night, many type O patients received emergency transfusions of a large amount of blood, resulting in a tight inventory of type O blood."
"So the blood bank is currently unable to organize a quick voluntary blood donation interaction, so the blood bank thought of our Furong branch and wanted our Furong branch to organize a voluntary blood donation together."
When it comes to drawing blood, seeing the tense atmosphere in the office, Officer Xiao Zhong also said with embarrassment: "So, Director Zhao means that if you are type O or type AB, please extend your arms and donate blood to save lives!"
"Oh my God, we're drawing blood again? We don't know how many times we have to donate blood this year?" He Junchao, who has universal blood type O, suddenly felt speechless.
Indeed, all police officers of Seremban Branch have organized voluntary blood donation activities many times.
Sometimes, the blood collection bus from the blood station will specially drive into the compound of Furong Branch to provide "door-to-door service".
Although you can drink a box of pure milk and get a toy doll after each blood draw, some police officers who are afraid of blood draws still have some concerns.
He Junchao is one of them.
Lu Weiwei crumpled the note into a ball of paper and threw it directly at He Junchao: "I said He Junchao, who doesn't have type O blood? I can donate blood but you can't? Or are you not a man?"
"This is not a matter of donating blood or not. The main issue is frequent blood donation. The blood banks regard us as a replacement base. Whenever the blood bank is in emergency and needs a large amount of blood, it feels like these people will come to collect blood."
"Yeah, yes, it's a little bit, but there's nothing we can do about it. After all, we encountered an emergency." Officer Ding looked indifferent and looked at Gu Chen and said, "Gu Chen, why don't we organize those new comrades to donate blood this time?
?Those who have donated blood once this year, let everyone volunteer according to the situation."
Gu Chen nodded slightly: "That's okay. If you are type O or AB, please extend your arms and donate your blood to save lives!"
After saying this, Gu Chen stood up directly: "I have type O blood, who else?"
"Me." Lu Weiwei quickly raised her hand and stood next to Gu Chen.
"And me." Yuan Shasha also raised her hand.
"Why don't you just donate blood? It's no big deal. Count me in. I'm type AB."
"I'll go too, I'm Type O."
"Then you all go, then I will go too."
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Soon, under the leadership of Gu Chen, many new and old comrades raised their hands to participate and expressed their willingness to participate in voluntary blood donation to alleviate the urgent problem of the blood bank.
Seeing that everyone is signing up, I have already revealed the fact that I have type O blood.
It would be a bit shameful not to go at this time, so He Junchao reluctantly walked out of his seat and prepared to follow Gu Chen to donate blood.
But when he walked to Officer Ding, he found that Officer Ding was still sitting in his seat, so He Junchao kicked Officer Ding's stool: "Hey, Old Ding, why don't you go?"
"I have blood type A." Officer Ding said nonchalantly: "What we want this time are type O and type AB, so I don't have to go."
He Junchao: "..."
I'm being sloppy. I feel like I've suffered a loss. I said to myself that you don't have to go. Why were you so active just now? Are you still encouraging me?
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