In the hotel room, Qian Ziming looked at ten large yellow croakers, a little unbelievable. Would a businessman like Fujino Masaru be willing to take out so many gold bars?
Luo Qiwei said with a smile: "If I use these ten large yellow croakers to exchange for Mid-Autumn Festival stickers, will you exchange them?"
"If you don't change it, the Mid-Autumn Festival stickers are priceless. How can ten large yellow croakers be enough?"
"At least twenty large yellow croakers."
Looking at Qian Ziming's two fingers, Luo Qiwei laughed so much that he covered his stomach.
Fujino Tadashi has it all done, but Okubo Jiro still needs a lot of work if he wants to get him into the urn obediently. There is only one day to arrange it, which is not a big deal for them or Feng Yuan's Feng Team.
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Early the next morning, Luo Qiwei went to the Military Police Department and asked to see Okubo Jiro.
After the meeting, Luo Qiwei said straight to the point: "Colonel, I hope you will send someone to protect Su Shizhai tonight. After all, once the news is released, I'm afraid someone will take risks."
"Okay, please don't worry, Mr. Pan, I will send people to Antique Street immediately."
After leaving the Military Police Department, Luo Qiwei felt a little hazy. From the previous contact, he had already sensitively felt that Okubo Jiro had begun to doubt his identity.
But think about it, after all, Okubo Jiro has a background in intelligence, and due to time constraints, many links are not so perfect. It is normal for people like him to be suspicious.
As for why he wasn't caught?
Luo Qiwei thought for a moment and instantly understood that Xinjing, as the capital of Manchukuo, was also the headquarters of the Kwantung Army.
I don't know how many dignitaries and local nobles live inside, and the identities of some of them are people that even the commander of the Kwantung Army headquarters would not dare to provoke, not to mention him.
The current blockade is the limit. If the blockade continues, he will be dismissed from his post due to unfavorable performance like his predecessor Ishikutaro, and then sent to the country for trial.
For him, this is an intolerable thing.
At this time, Luo Qiwei suddenly appeared in front of him. At first, he really did not doubt the identity of this person, but as the investigation deepened, he began to suspect that this person was the person who came to pick up Kenichi Yanagi.
After searching for so long, it can be said that I have basically turned over Xinjing, and I have not been able to find where Kenichi Yanagi is hiding.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that Kenichi Yanagi is still hiding in Xinjing City...
This is his last chance, the last chance to catch Yanagi Kenichi and be promoted to a noble rank.
When Luo Qiwei appeared in front of him again and asked him to protect Su Shizhai, he understood that it was the final stage.
Kenichi Yanagi is about to appear...
Under his command, the gendarmerie came out one by one, surrounding the entire antique street.
There are also countless plainclothes people hiding around the antique street, watching for suspicious people coming and going.
Fujino was in the study, walking around anxiously. Although he had Luo Qiwei's guarantee, he still felt that it was a little unsafe.
"At ten o'clock tomorrow morning, the Mid-Autumn Festival stickers will be available at Su Shizhai."
In the evening, as soon as this news came out, it quickly spread throughout the collection circles in Xinjing. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they looked ecstatic and began to mobilize funds, hoping to collect this famous calligraphy, one of the three rare treasures, into their own possessions.
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There are also strong men who want to sneak into Su Shizhai at night and steal this post.
As a result, before he even got close to the antique street, he was caught by plainclothes men on the street and sent to the Gendarmerie.
In the hotel, Luo Qiwei and Qian Ziming are still perfecting all the details. Tomorrow is the day of decisive victory. If they win, they can escape unscathed. Once they fail, even thinking about death may be a luxury.
At about three o'clock in the morning, all the details were carefully checked, and there were no major discrepancies. The rest was to act according to circumstances.
I lay on the bed and forced myself to sleep for a while.
At about seven o'clock in the morning, Qian Ziming dressed up as a eunuch, timidly holding the box in his hand, and entered the antique street.
The military police on the street received an order from Okubo Jiro early in the morning. From now on, they are not allowed to embarrass anyone who enters the antique street.
Qian Ziming held the box and entered Su Shizhai. After a while, Luo Qiwei also entered Su Shizhai.
When Qian Ziming came out, he had a smile on his face and a money bag in his hand. When he saw the Japanese military police nearby, he hurriedly put the money bag into his sleeve and quickly left the antique street.
Around nine o'clock, Su Shizhai was already full of people, and there were still people arriving. Those who came later had to stand outside.
Inside, a simple platform was set up with a piece of red cloth placed on it. There seemed to be something underneath the red cloth.
Luo Qiwei sat next to him, looking at the people below with a half-smile.
Some people couldn't wait and wanted to rush up. When they saw Luo Qiwei's clothes and the two soldiers standing behind him, they immediately lost their urge to go up.
Less than a mile away from Antique Street, a group of people dressed in civilian clothes, with guns in their hands, were lying in wait.
Just before ten o'clock, Okubo Jiro arrived with his people, and based on the information he obtained, he drove out some people who were preparing to fish in troubled waters.
The remaining people all entered Su Shizhai and closed the door.
Looking at these well-known collectors in Xinjing below, Luo Qiwei stood up and said with a smile: "Everyone, this Mid-Autumn Festival poster was consigned to my next friend. You can send two representatives to come up and have a look to confirm whether it is authentic."
"Then you can bid, and the highest bidder gets it."
The Japanese businessmen unanimously decided that Okubo Jiro would come forward, while on the Manchukuo side, Mr. Zeng Chengyin came to the stage to verify the authenticity.
After the two came to the stage, Jiro Okubo held a magnifying glass, while Mr. Zengge put on reading glasses and held a magnifying glass.
Look at it inch by inch, for fear of missing something.
The people below also held their breath, fearing that their breathing might be louder and disturb the two people above who were identifying them.
After a long time, Mr. Zeng Ge put down his magnifying glass, stood up and said: "In my humble opinion, this calligraphy is genuine. It is the Mid-Autumn Festival post that Emperor Qianlong named one of the three treasures."
At this time, Okubo Jiro also put down the magnifying glass in his hand and said: "This is an authentic work."
Suddenly, the people below were filled with enthusiasm. Luo Qiwei invited the two of them down and said, "Okay, now that the authenticity has been determined, please bid."
At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and due to the design of the room, the whole room became dark.
Everyone started making noises, and some people wanted to rush in and fish in troubled waters. At this moment, the lights came on again.
Luo Qiwei held the copybook in his hand, looked at the person who was about to rush over and said, "Sir, what do you want to do?"
"Nothing done? I just wanted to come up and have a look."
Luo Qiwei did not continue to question him, but looked at the people below and said, "Sorry, there was a small problem with the circuit just now, but it has been restored now."
The people below were talking a lot, but Okubo Jiro was the only one staring at Luo Qiwei, or to be precise, the painting in Luo Qiwei's hand.
He always felt that there was something strange about the power outage just now...
