"Hmph!" Monk Xiao sneered: "Hao Wenming, the little follower who was following Fatty Gao back then, when he opened his mouth, he said it was not me, it was not me who said it. He turned into ashes, and I can recognize his bones."
"Then you still pretend that you don't know him, Lao Xiao, you can't do this, you can't rely on your old age to live up to your old age," Fatty Sun said with a playful smile.
"This is considered light. How can Fatty Gao have good people around him?" Monk Xiao said angrily,
"Forget it, forget it." I was afraid that Monk Xiao would start scolding me at the gate, so I quickly changed the subject: "Let's do business first. Let's find a place to put so many things first."
"Everything is ready." Fatty Sun answered: "I contacted Ouyang Zuanzuo last night. He gave us a warehouse on the second underground floor to put the things in first. I will find a buyer right away. I hope I can
Take action as soon as possible”
"Really want to sell? They are all national treasures, don't you plan to keep a few of them?" I looked at the items in those big boxes and felt it was a bit of a pity. Pick a few to keep, and our old Shen family will also have heirlooms in the future...
.
"There's no good in keeping this thing in your hands." This time, Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao had surprisingly unanimous opinions, and they both decided to get rid of these treasures as soon as possible. Fatty Sun said: "Lazi, it's too risky to keep it, as you said
They are all national treasures. If you are not afraid of thieves stealing them, you are afraid that thieves will remember them. The two thieves in Ma Xiaolin’s house are a good example. It would be strange if you are not crazy if you guard these things all day long.”
Monk Xiao also nodded and said in agreement: "Well, let's deal with it earlier. Dealing with it earlier will save your mind."
After putting Ma Xiaolin's collection into the warehouse on the second underground floor, Monk Xiao had nothing to do but stay in the warehouse and count the harvest from this trip to Hong Kong.
Fatty Sun and I went to the same room for a while and waited until Hao Wenming came out of Gao Liang's office. There was nothing major, we just asked about the details of the trip to Hong Kong. Fatty Sun and I except the last one that Ma Xiaolin donated to Lingyunguan.
Apart from the supplies, I also told Hao Wenming about the rest, including the portrait of the God of Plague and Wu Rendi.
"I'm not telling you. I don't know if you two have good luck. It's still bad. Within a few days after entering the polling bureau, you will meet the God of Plague. Even if he is a partial god, he is still a god." Hao Wenming
As he spoke, he kept sighing. I don't know whether he was envious or laughing at our bad luck.
"Hao Tou, I'm not telling you, if you are really envious, go find Director Wu from Room 6. He seems to be able to fulfill your wish," Fatty Sun said with a laugh.
"Fat Sun, how many times have I told you? Don't imitate me!" Hao Wenming seemed a little anxious. But I could see from the side that he actually couldn't find anything to say to refute Fatty Sun.
As soon as Wu Rendi was mentioned, Hao Wenming lost his temper. He wanted to argue a few words but didn't want to mention Wu Rendi, so Director Hao immediately stopped trying. I looked at him a little funny, and suddenly an idea came to my mind. In the poll
Wu Rendi didn't seem to have many friends in the bureau. The only one he could talk to was Director Gao Fatty.
"Fat Sun, I realized that we can't talk to you together. Forget it, I won't chat with you anymore. It's not my fault. Anyway, there's nothing going on. You two don't need to stay here, so just go back and rest early.
If you have time these days, remember to go to the finance department. Don’t forget to pay the construction fund.” I began to suspect that Gao Liang called Hao Wenming over just now just to ask him to remind us of this matter...
As soon as the two of us left the room, Fatty Sun made a call. After making a hundred calls, I didn't expect to hear news immediately. A friend asked a friend to find a channel to sell these treasures.
"Great Sage, do you know anything about it? Stop being deceived by others." I still feel that it is a bit mysterious. It seems a bit unreliable to find a buyer in such a short time:
Fatty Sun curled his lips at me: "Lazi, I'm not saying that anyone who can deceive me has not been born yet."
I was still a little worried: "I'll go with you."
"Forget it, I'm not telling you, Lazi, you can shoot and use a knife. But when it comes to doing business, you're too far behind."
I waited until Fatty Sun finished speaking and then said, "How about you take Monk Xiao with you?"
Fatty Sun didn't object, and Monk Xiao didn't hesitate at all, and immediately agreed. When it comes to things like this, their sense of touch and awareness are surprisingly similar.
This kind of thing happened sooner rather than later. Fatty Sun contacted the buyer and agreed to inspect the goods the next day. If there was no problem with the batch of 'things', the other party would pay off the money within a week.
Originally, I wanted to go with him to have a look, but they refused to allow me to go, saying that too many people would cause trouble easily, so it was just right for the two of them to go there.
Early the next morning, Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao took all the antiques, calligraphy and paintings (I don’t understand this method, the explanation of those two guys was to avoid long nights and many dreams, and solve a lot of troubles at once), and went to the appointment.
The good thing. I didn’t see them coming back until dinner. At first, I thought the good thing was that they were all national treasure-level cultural relics, and it would take a while to verify their identity one by one. However, a few hours later, I realized that,
I think this world is too beautiful...
At about three o'clock in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a phone call. The caller was Director Gao's secretary: "Report to the conference room within twenty minutes." After saying that, he hung up without asking me what kind of meeting it was.
?
While I was getting dressed, Po Jun also called me and asked me about the meeting. He was also confused. According to him, unless there was a major emergency, there would rarely be a meeting in the middle of the night.
when.
It seemed that something big had happened. When Po Jun and I hurried to the conference room (we met behind the gate), we found that there were almost no outsiders in the conference room. Except for Hao Wenming, Director Gao Liang and Director Gao
I'm sitting in the host's seat. There are two people standing below, Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao...
Huh? When did Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao come back? They didn’t know how to find me first when they came back. After all, I am considered one of the shareholders of the trip to Hong Kong, right? But looking at their expressions, it doesn’t look like they just made a lot of money.
Fatty Sun had his hands in his pockets and was looking sideways at the luck on the ground. Monk Xiao was holding his shoulders and looking at the sky with his eyelids rolled up. The two of them were in a posture of deafness and muteness.
"Everyone is here, Director Hao, let's talk." It was Fatty Gao who spoke. It was hard to tell what happened from the expression on his face. It was Hao Wenming, whose expression was a bit interesting. Director Hao was tense.
On his face, his upper front teeth were biting his lower lip, and his jaw was trembling slightly. He tried his best to hold back and did not laugh out loud.
"Ahem... At twelve o'clock last night, the Capital Police Department contacted Director Gao and said that they had captured two suspects in the huge cultural relic smuggling case they had just solved. According to the two suspects, they
The two are investigators and consultants of the Folklore Affairs Survey and Research Bureau..."
Fortunately for Fatty Sun, he was still staring at the ground, as if he hadn't heard Hao Wenming's words. However, the man next to him stopped, and Monk Xiao suddenly turned around, relying on his old age, and said to Hao Wenming: "
Hao Wenming, can you speak? What do you mean by a criminal suspect? You are the criminal suspect, and your whole family is a criminal suspect!"
"Consultant Xiao, please don't get excited. I didn't say that, I just told the truth. That's what the police said." Hao Wenming looked at Monk Xiao with an innocent face. It could be seen that Director Hao did not dare to offend Monk Xiao, and
And he was eating him to death. Just from the tone of voice, the positions of the two people have been completely reversed.
Monk Xiao also wanted to say something to Hao Wenming (I think he wanted to spread his anger on Hao Wenming), but Director Gao stopped him in time: "Monk, did Director Hao say something wrong? If I hadn't been in the police department,
There is still some dignity in the house, so you and Sun Desheng will stay in the detention center for a while. Do you know how many years you can be sentenced for selling national cultural relics? You are almost seventy now, do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison?
?Think about your problem yourself." After that, Gao Liang said to Fatty Sun: "Sun Desheng, now tell me about your problem, you can say it yourself."
Fatty Sun still put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and said, "I was wrong. I made an unforgivable mistake. I made such a mistake because I usually relaxed my strict requirements on myself. I made such a mistake."
…..” These words that were suspected of being examined came out of Fatty Sun’s mouth as if he were reciting sutras, speaking at the same speed from beginning to end, without any tone, pause or emotion.
"Okay, Sun Desheng, please shut up." Gao Liang frowned upon hearing this. Fatty Sun and I were personally recruited to the polling bureau by him. Director Gao naturally knew clearly what Fatty Sun's background was. This fatty used to be in the Anti-Narcotics Division.
The famous prick (I wonder if this has nothing to do with him being sent to do Infernal Affairs later?), has formulated the inspection. Fatty Sun has long been immune to general critical meetings.
"You two, tell me where those antique calligraphy and paintings came from." Gao Liang changed his strategy and turned his attention to those treasures.
"Picked up" and "Left from the ancestors" Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao gave two answers. They glanced at each other and gave the upgraded version 2.0 answer. Fatty Sun explained as he spoke: "Those things are from my ancestors"
It has been passed down from generation to generation, but was later lost." Monk Xiao said, "I picked it up accidentally."
The muscles in the corners of the tall fat man's eyes kept twitching: "You two give me a little bit..."
Later I found out that Fatty Sun’s friend’s friend was a colleague of his from his last job—Infernal Affairs of the Police Department. With Fatty Sun’s eyesight, he was completely able to see through his identity. But as the saying goes
, people who don’t care about things are messed up, and they are about to get a large amount of money (I don’t know how to describe the money anymore). Fatty Sun has been in the excitement of becoming a rich man, and he has not thought about it at all.
..
When two pieces of antique calligraphy and paintings had just been examined, the antiquities expert invited by the police for appraisal gave the code. The police who were ambushing outside rushed in. The muzzles of more than a dozen pistols were pressed against Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao.
On people's foreheads.
Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao were brought to the police station. After relevant experts cleaned up the 'criminal evidence', everyone was shocked. Almost every piece was a national cultural relic, and most of them were recorded stolen goods.
.This is enough to qualify for one of the top ten cultural relic smuggling cases since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Who are these two people? The older one and the younger one both look cunning. They can't be the legendary Wu Laosan and his nephew in the tomb robbing world, right?
?
Because the nature of the case was so bad, during the interrogation, the interrogating police used some tricks. Since Monk Xiao was old, they mainly used them on Fatty Sun.
Before resorting to serious means, that is, just a few words of frightening, Fatty Sun refused to suffer the immediate loss and moved the director of the polling bureau out...
When Gao Liang arrived, the old man and the young man were handcuffed to the heater. Fatty Sun was still shouting: "Comrades, I misunderstood. I am one of our own. I used to be from the Anti-Narcotics Division of the Ministry. Please inquire."
Fatty Sun, everyone in the Anti-Narcotics Division knows it. It’s not far from you now. It went back a few decades and it was also under the police department. We are a family."
Seeing Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao like this, Director Gao was angry, but they were his subordinates after all, not to mention the decades-old relationship between him and Monk Xiao. No matter what, he still had to find a way to fish them out.
go.
Fortunately, the police chief has heard something about the polling bureau. Although he has never dealt with Gao Liang, he doesn't want to prevent Chief Gao from getting off the stage. Who among the police has not encountered anything evil? Who can guarantee that there will be no trouble in the future?
This Folklore Affairs Survey and Research Bureau?
However, the police chief did not believe what Director Gao said; that Comrade Sun Desheng and Comrade Xiao Monk were using these antiques as bait to dig out a very large cultural relic smuggling gang.
In the end, Director Gao had no choice but to call the police minister in the middle of the night. After a brief conversation, the minister reluctantly ordered the police chief to release him (and he could not keep any records). As an aside, the TV station received the news.
, came to interview this huge cultural relic smuggling case, but it turned out that Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao had already followed Director Gao. In desperation, they sent two policemen, changed into plain clothes, and wore hoods to pretend to be Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao, the two criminals.
Suspect…..
This meeting ended in a blur. Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao recorded a serious offense internally (no announcement, no record. I don’t understand, is this also called punishment?)
When they came out of the conference room, Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao both looked different. In addition to the tired look on their faces, they also showed an expression of resentment.
Monk Xiao glared and said: "After all, Ma Xiaolin took advantage of him. He was about to die, and he still had this plan. He is so clever in his calculations. This old boy really gave up his life rather than his wealth."
Compared with Monk Xiao, Fatty Sun is an activist. He snorted coldly and said: "Ma Xiaolin knew that his collection was all stolen by thieves, yet he dared to give it away to us. Is he going crazy? No, I want to be here
Go back to Hong Kong. If he doesn't explain things clearly, I will pinch out his gall..."
Seeing their indignant looks, I tried to smooth things over next to them: "Forget it, Lao Xiao, the Great Sage. Those things can't be considered actively given by Ma Xiaolin, they can be considered passive at most. Besides, are they stolen goods?
As a Hong Konger, he can’t explain clearly..."
Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao were silent after hearing this. After a while, Monk Xiao said: "Little Lazi, let's forget it? There is still one-third of you in it."
I looked at Fatty Sun and said: "Forget it, are you really going to Hong Kong to find Ma Xiaolin? That's it, money is not what you need, but money, there will be plenty of opportunities to earn it in the future."
"That's you two." Monk Xiao also said: "What about me, how many days can I live? I can't save any pension money. What will happen if the old one can't walk anymore?"
I laughed and said: "Old Xiao, don't you still have a pocket of gold ingots in your film and television company? It's enough for you to survive for the rest of your life..." Monk Xiao glanced at me and muttered something in his mouth, which I didn't hear clearly. But
It seems that he also thinks he deserves to be unlucky.