Chapter 415: Don't Stir Up Trouble

Detachment Leader Han opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

How was the Wang Chun case handled? It can be described in two phrases: a sudden clap of thunder on level ground, and the force of a thunderbolt.

An hour ago, those three were still holding a party committee meeting, and the next hour they were invited to the Supervision Division. And regardless of the meeting location or the Supervision Division location, both were within the Ministry.

With the supervision level being so high, the sensitivity is self-evident.

And at such a critical juncture, someone committed the old mistake again: tipping off and leaking case details.

If you ask what case details were leaked? The Wang Chun case hasn't been finished yet, and it is at its most critical moment; does Lin Sicheng count as a key figure, and does he count as a key factor in the case?

Who the hell dares to be certain that it isn't the lackeys of those three, using some bullshit antique trade as a smokescreen to do something else?

Thinking further that there is a Hong Kong person in the middle, who is also an antique dealer, Detachment Leader Han felt an indescribable discomfort: nine times out of ten it has nothing to do with Wang Chun, but relying on guessing is useless; when it involves overseas relations, you have to investigate to know.

But now the whole team is busy as dogs, isn't this purely increasing the intensity for them?

The more Detachment Leader Han thought about it, the angrier he got, and he gritted his teeth.

Glaring at Han Xin, Sun Liancheng grabbed the receiver and dialed out.

He spoke two sentences and hung up; less than a minute later, Yu Guang stood at the door and knocked: "Team Leader Sun, are you looking for me?"

"Come in and sit!" Sun Liancheng pointed at the sofa, "You said yesterday, what happened to Lin Sicheng?"

"Oh, it's the Oriental Group, they want to get him to Beijing and have entrusted many people. Lin Sicheng is annoyed by it and turned his phone off..."

Oriental Group... the ones who sing and dance. Lin Sicheng, the one who deals with archaeological cultural relics.

At first thought, they are eight hundred poles apart, right?

But conversely: those who deal with cultural relics and those who solve cases also don't have much connection, yet didn't Lin Sicheng still do his work with great success?

He thought for a moment: "Are you contacting him or am I?"

"Ah?" Yu Guang was stunned, "Isn't it too sudden?"

They have always wanted to have a talk with Lin Sicheng, at least to make him a long-term Consultant or something, so it would be convenient to ask for his help in the future. Otherwise, with all these letters and documents, it's not only troublesome but also a waste of time.

But thinking about the current resistance being too great: after all, it was because of their dereliction of duty that Lin Sicheng got injured, and he has helped for free for such a long time. If they try to coax Lin Sicheng into being a free beast of burden again, someone will definitely explode.

Anyway, if it's not the one surnamed Wang who explodes, it's the one surnamed Ye who will.

And it's even harder to say, the one surnamed Tang might also explode, and explode even earlier than those two...

Furthermore, they cannot be too direct; the so-called Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone—if such a big leader is looking for Lin Sicheng, could it be to reminisce about the past?

The two of them had discussed these things and decided to delay it, but after only a few days, did Vice General Team Leader Sun suddenly change his mind?

"Actually, it's not sudden at all; the matter I'm discussing with you is just incidental." Sun Liancheng pointed at Han Xin, "Someone is investigating Lin Sicheng through the internal system!"

Yu Guang was shocked: Damn it, are they tired of living?

Why is the level of this Wang Chun case so high, and why do the higher-ups value it so much? It's just four words: eating inside and out, colluding inside and out. It just so happens that it was because of internal problems that Lin Sicheng got involved, and then it became uncontrollable, getting deeper the more it was involved. The case is just at a critical juncture, and someone is repeating the old trick, investigating Lin Sicheng through the internal system again—how is this any different from seeking death?

While pondering, he saw Han Xin's expression was not quite right, and he looked suspicious: "Team Leader Sun, what is the other party after?"

"It temporarily involves an antique trade!"

Hearing the word "antique," Yu Guang's head started to ache: "They really know how to pick the time?"

He sighed, "I'll contact him now, Team Leader Sun, where should we meet?"

"Let Xiao Lin decide, just say: we attach great importance to this matter and want to understand it in person..." Sun Liancheng thought for a moment, "Me, you, and Lao Han, the three of us will go together, and let Yan Wenjing be the driver..."

If it really has something to do with the Wang Chun case, this configuration is really not high.

But Yu Guang estimated that the connection shouldn't be very big, otherwise the leader wouldn't have said "temporarily"...

"I'll go now..." Yu Guang pointed at Han Xin again, "Lao Han, don't just stand there, arrange for people to investigate!"

He had already investigated, otherwise would he dare to come and report to the leader?

Han Xin sighed: "The one pulling strings is a Hong Kong person, who has long been active in the Southeast Asia region."

Hearing "Hong Kong person" and "active in Southeast Asia," Yu Guang's face turned green: No wonder Han Xin looked like he had eaten shit?

Didn't Wang Chun's money and goods pass through Hong Kong and then reach Southeast Asia?

Nine times out of ten it's a coincidence, but police work doesn't rely on being self-righteous; you have to investigate first.

He walked out holding his phone, cursing as he walked: "Fuck!"

Hu Pangzi was driving and nagging: "Feng Laosan, you coward... your life is a life, is my life not a life?"

"Aren't you afraid of being robbed of the goods? If you really get robbed, would you dare to call the Police?"

Ding Aqin glanced at him and sighed: If you weren't a coward, why would you be so angry?

Before coming, Hu Pangzi said that for safety's sake, they couldn't be led by the nose by the other party and had to pick a new place.

But Feng Laosan didn't agree: with the other party's ability, if they wanted to get them, they could do it anywhere.

Hu Pangzi said again that in that case, he had to bring two more people just in case. If the other party had evil intentions, they could have some support. Feng Laosan still didn't agree: if the other party had evil intentions, there was no need to use the most clumsy method of "robbing." So if you want to go, go openly; if you don't want to go, give him the item, and he will go personally.

But the item belongs to Hu Hai, and he was afraid that Feng Laosan would get cowardly and just hand the Brush Washer over to the other party.

And so, the two of them came. Although they came, Hu Hai kept cursing all the way, and it never stopped...

After waiting for him to stop cursing, with a "creak," the car stopped.

Ding Aqin looked through the car window: the place was a bit remote, strictly speaking, it was already outside Panjiayuan and had reached Baihuanyuan.

So it was relatively much more spacious, and there was a place to park at the entrance.

After getting out of the car, the two looked carefully: a two-story small building, antique and elegant, with a vertical plaque of black background and gold lacquer hanging on the doorframe: Baishan Zhai. The shop door was tightly closed, and the bead curtain swayed gently with the Wind; several cars were parked under the steps, shiny and bright.

Fine, since they were already here? Sticking your head out is a cut, and pulling it back is also a cut...

The two looked at each other, stepped onto the steps, walked to the door, and pushed it, but it didn't open.

They knocked twice more, and a black face appeared behind the glass, speaking in a muffled voice: "Sorry, the two of you, we are not open today!"

We have eyes: there is such a big sign next to us saying "Inventory today, temporarily closed," do you think we can't see it?

Cursing secretly, Hu Hai cupped his hands: "My surname is Hu, entrusted by Manager Feng, here to deliver an item to Lin Shifu!"

Huh, surname Feng, why is it such a coincidence?

Master did give instructions, but he didn't say what time to come.

Zhao Da thought for a moment: "The two of you, please wait a moment!"

As he spoke, he turned and walked inside. Inside the door was a screen, and nothing could be seen.

Hu Hai muttered: "Quite a big ego, huh?"

"Say less!" The woman glared at him, "Don't talk nonsense after we go in."

Pangzi curled his lips: Nonsense, didn't you see how badass the other party is?

He was only capable of being tough with his tongue here.

Secretly grumbling, Zhao Da returned and opened the door: "The two of you, please!"

The two nodded, stepped over the threshold, and took a few looks around.

The place was quite large, the decor was quite good, and it was filled with porcelain on all sides.

From the Jin and Tang dynasties down to the Republic of China, there was a dazzling variety of all kinds.

The key was, it seemed they were all authentic?

Of course, it was also possible that these porcelains were highly realistic imitations, and they were just glancing through, so they didn't notice.

But thinking about the background of the Zhao Family brothers, even if they were all authentic, it didn't seem strange.

While pondering, Zhao Da led them inside, saying as he walked: "The two of you, I'm really sorry, there are a few friends visiting, and Master is currently discussing matters. The two of you, please drink some tea inside first."

See, as expected, quite a big ego?

Turning this thought over, Hu Hai gave Ding Aqin a wink. But for some reason, the woman was blinking hard at him.

What's wrong, did a bug get in your eye?

Huh, wait, this man called him, "Master?"

Subconsciously, he recalled the words Feng Laosan had said: That person has two disciples, one is the son of Zhao Polan, the other is the eldest grandson of Zhao Baixian... Suddenly, Hu Hai squinted and took a stealthy look: This is the son of Zhao Polan?

But why does he look so kind?

He doesn't look at all like the offspring of a local tyrant who commands a region and holds down the fort.

Muttering, Zhao Da led them into the Reception Room. Just as they entered the room, a tall, sturdy man with slightly graying hair stood up. Zhao Da introduced him: "This is my father!"

Zhao Xiuneng cupped his hands toward them: "Please forgive me, my junior brother is currently receiving guests, sit down and have some tea first!"

Father?

Junior brother?

Pangzi felt a tightness in his chest and stared hard: Is this the famous Zhao Polan, who dominated the Northwest in the underworld?

But why does he feel even more amiable than his son?

Just as he was stunned, the woman poked him, and Pangzi woke up as if from a dream.

Subsequently, the two bowed together: "Manager Zhao!"

Zhao Xiuneng smiled: "I've washed my hands of that for many years, I'm no longer a manager!"

As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and took the tea cups.

The two were even more nervous, looking quite at a loss, to the point where they didn't even dare to sit down.

It's no wonder they were like this: Anyone in the Grave Robbing business has their prestige stained with blood. Which leader of a crew hasn't had a few lives on their hands, and which appraiser hasn't sent a few living people to their deaths in a pit?

Let alone a big boss who sits and divides the loot?

What's more, the two were already suspicious, thinking Lin Sicheng was going to double-cross them. But they never expected that Zhao Polan would personally come out to host them? Zhao Xiuneng didn't know the situation and thought these two were intimidated by his reputation from years ago, and few in the antique business didn't know him, so he didn't mind and smiled as kindly as possible: "We are all friends, don't be so formal, sit down first!"

Then, he picked up the tea cups and placed one in front of each of them.

The two hurriedly took them, sat down along the way, but their buttocks only touched the edge of the chairs.

Zhao Xiuneng picked up a cup and looked them over: Lin Sicheng had mentioned that he borrowed a rare item and would send it over today to broaden their horizons together.

But he didn't have time to say what it was before the General Team group arrived at the shop, so Zhao Xiuneng was extra curious.

Looking at the two in front of him, he didn't know about the man, but the woman, just by looking at her hands, he knew she was a peer.

While pondering, he raised his tea cup slightly: "What are your surnames, and where do you make your fortune?"

Your junior brother didn't tell you?

Not knowing what Zhao Xiuneng meant, the two looked at each other.

"I am surnamed Hu, my ancestor was a pawnbroker in Xiguan, Guangzhou, in his early years, and later went to Taiwan... Now I just make a living with the meager skills passed down from my ancestors..." "Manager Zhao, my surname is Ding, my great-grandfather's surname was Liu, Liu Yixiao..."

Huh, these two have deep roots?

"Nice to meet you!"

Zhao Xiuneng said politely, then looked at the box by Pangzi's side, wondering if he should take a look at the rarity first.

But before he could speak, footsteps came from outside, and then Yan Wenjing walked in.

He had just called out "General Manager Zhao," then paused: "Do you have guests?"

"They are friends of my junior brother, here to deliver something!" Zhao Xiuneng stood up, "Let's go, General Manager Yan, let's go to the side!"

He was certainly curious, but he knew the importance of things: he didn't know the background of these two, so Zhao Xiuneng didn't intend to introduce Yan Wenjing to them. But Yan Wenjing didn't move and instead sat down: "It's fine, it's the same everywhere!"

Zhao Xiuneng paused, nodded, and smiled: "Alright!"

As he spoke, he picked up the teapot, poured a cup for Yan Wenjing, and as he handed it over, his eyes shifted slightly.

They had cooperated before, and more than once, especially on the night they captured Wang Chun, when Zhao Xiuneng and Lin Sicheng were almost blown up in the basement of the dog farm, so the relationship between the two sides was very good.

Yan Wenjing was very direct and nodded slightly: He stayed precisely because of these two.

If it were any other time, he might have just followed along. But upon hearing they were friends of Lin Sicheng, he became curious: Lin Sicheng's social circle was as transparent as paper, when did he have such friends, and why didn't he know?

Moreover, just now in the next room, Lin Sicheng had mentioned that small group of scammers (setting up traps): Lao Zha (the boss, the leader) is a thin man, Pi is a fat man (the strategist), Diao (responsible for technology) is a woman, and whether there is a Liu (beauty, usually a woman) is currently unknown. Lao Zha wasn't seen, but Pi and Diao were delivered to the door?

Looking at the expressions of these two: The moment they saw him, the two were stunned for a moment, and then their faces turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. And they got paler and paler, like a sheet of paper.

Furthermore, when their eyes met his, the two trembled as if stung by a bee: The two cups, which were eighty percent full, shook until only a bottom remained.

Yan Wenjing smiled: "You recognize me?"

Pangzi grinned, squeezing out a smile that looked worse than crying: "Yan... Detachment Leader Yan!"

The woman was even worse off than Pangzi; she stared with wide eyes and an open mouth, wanting to address him, but her tongue was trembling uncontrollably.

Yan Wenjing was a regular at the antique market, and among those who made a living in that area, few did not know him. But if they were in legitimate business, why would they be this terrified?

He knew at a glance that these two must have been handled by him before. But with so many cases every year, how could he remember every single one?

After recalling for a good while, he still couldn't remember which case involved someone from Taiwan, so Yan Wenjing set down his Tea Cup: "Don't cause trouble!"

The two of them shivered in unison...