Chapter 416: Didn't Get Scared Off?

Yan Wenjing said in a calm tone, "Don't cause trouble?"

Pangzi and the woman were so startled they jumped, their heads nodding like chicks pecking at rice.

In fact, they had no idea what trouble Yan Wenjing was talking about.

Their brains had even turned into mush; they didn't have the capacity to think at all.

Their minds were completely filled with: It's over!

Why was Yan Wenjing here, and why was she so familiar with Zhao Xiuneng?

It couldn't be that the one surnamed Lin had called her here to openly pull a "black eats black" scam?

But let's be clear: this person was a Deputy Detachment Leader in charge of cultural investigations; since when did she get mixed up with people in the underworld?

Subconsciously, the two recalled the scene before they came here, when Pangzi had almost gotten into an argument with Feng Laosan:

"Old Hu, it's not that I'm a coward, it's that the other side is too formidable. Don't ever doubt it, if he wants to deal with us, it wouldn't take much effort..."

Since they were admitting defeat, they should do it thoroughly: don't cause any more trouble, and don't have any crooked thoughts.

At the time, they felt Feng Laosan was a total coward: just to be safe, he wouldn't even dare to arrange two people to provide backup?

Now they felt: Master Feng, you are truly too wise.

If they had dared to bring people today, they probably wouldn't even have been able to enter the door before being pinned down...

The more they thought, the more afraid they became; Pangzi wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Yan Wenjing glanced at them: "What are you panicking about?"

Pangzi shivered: "N-no... not panicking!"

You're not panicking, my ass?

Too lazy to pay him any mind, Yan Wenjing pointed to the Redwood Box at Pangzi's side: "General Manager Zhao, inside here is the Brush Washer that Teacher Lin mentioned." Pangzi and the woman's hearts shrank into a ball again: Yan Wenjing really knew there was a Brush Washer inside, but if it were a "black eats black" scam, she couldn't possibly say it out loud so openly.

In an instant, many scenes from movies and television shows flashed through their minds: police framing people to earn merit and get promoted.

What's more, this time there was no need to frame them at all: they had just swindled Chen Weihua out of two million yesterday.

Just as Pangzi was so scared he was about to wet himself, Zhao Xiuneng leaned forward, looking curious: "Captain Yan, which one are you talking about?"

"General Manager Zhao doesn't know?"

"My Junior Brother hadn't had the chance to tell me yet when you arrived!"

"Oh." Yan Wenjing set down her Tea Cup and pointed at Pangzi and the woman. "Teacher Lin said that yesterday he ran into Pi Tiao Liu, who were holding a piece of Sky Blue Glaze Ru Porcelain imitation... He was curious for a moment and asked them to bring the genuine article over for him to take a look... These two must be Pi and Tiao..."

Hearing "Pi Tiao Liu," Zhao Xiuneng suddenly realized: no wonder these two were so respectful to him after entering; so they were fellow underworld practitioners?

And no wonder their faces turned white with fear when they saw Yan Wenjing?

Rats fear cats, thieves fear officials—it's only natural. He had only stopped being afraid in the last two years: first, because he had truly washed his hands of the business, and second, because he had benefited quite a bit from following Lin Sicheng. If this were two years ago, even if Zhao Xiuneng were calmer than these two, he wouldn't be much better off...

But the problem was, anything that could make Lin Sicheng curious was worth a fortune, even if it were an imitation. They couldn't just eagerly bring it over just because Lin Sicheng said he wanted to see it, could they?

He glanced over and saw Pangzi and the woman's eyes Floating and their faces pale; Zhao Xiuneng guessed most of it: they likely got caught red-handed by Junior Brother Lin while setting up a scam.

These two were currently guessing wildly: was the Junior Brother trying to pull a "black eats black" scam, or was he reporting them to curry favor with the police?

But he didn't point it out; instead, he tilted his chin to the side: "Captain Yan, are those people here today for this matter?"

"Why would that be necessary?" Yan Wenjing pursed her lips, speaking ambiguously, "It's just a coincidence!"

As for what the coincidence was, Yan Wenjing didn't say, and Zhao Xiuneng didn't ask.

Compared to that, Zhao Xiuneng was more curious about the item these two had brought. He pointed to the box: "You two, may I take a look?"

Did they dare say no?

It was no exaggeration: Pangzi and the woman were pale, and cold sweat was constantly seeping from their foreheads.

Not to mention anything else, just the value of the case: two million; if the case were confirmed, it would be enough for them to spend seven or eight years inside.

But the strange thing was, Yan Wenjing had warned them: Don't cause trouble?

It felt like she didn't intend to arrest them at all?

Pangzi calmed down slightly and hurriedly opened the lid: "Manager Zhao, you're being too formal. This item was meant for Lin Shifu anyway... We don't mean anything else by it, we just want to make friends with Lin Shifu..."

Before he could finish, Yan Wenjing let out a "snort," her face full of mockery.

Zhao Xiuneng also caught on: "Master Hu, tell the truth about what my Junior Brother said at the time!"

Pangzi steadied himself and gave a sheepish smile: "He just said, take a look!"

Then that settles it, doesn't it?

Zhao Xiuneng sighed: "You two can rest assured, if my Junior Brother said to take a look, then it's just to take a look!"

Pangzi didn't speak, his eyeballs rolling around.

Knowing they wouldn't believe him even if he spoke, Zhao Xiuneng couldn't be bothered to explain further and took out the Brush Washer.

To evaluate porcelain, first look at the body: a typical refined Sticky Rice Body, firm as steel, pure and without stars, white as condensed milk, yet emitting a faint, cool luster.

Looking through the light, one could clearly see the texture of the sticky rice grains.

Then look at the base: the foot rim was also very white, with only the edge of the foot tinged with a faint orange-red blush, like a young girl's rouge.

Inside the ring, there were yellowish-brown glaze scars formed by the adhesion of the firing support, like scorched rice stuck to the bottom of a pot. The outer wall of the foot was slanted and the inner wall was straight, clean and neat. Touching it with one's hand, it was fine and smooth, like a baby's skin.

Turning it over to look at the glaze, it was green with a hint of gray... a typical Duck Egg Blue.

Using a Magnifying Glass: the white Sticky Rice Body was faintly visible under the glaze, like curdled milk containing snow. The crackles were fine and fragmented like crab claws, interspersed with neat clusters of bubbles.

That's right, a Ming Imitation. And it was the Chenghua Imitation, which had the highest level of craftsmanship and was the best imitation among all ancient Ru Porcelain imitations.

The key was that the condition was also quite good, with no chips or cracks, and the patina was natural; it had been unearthed for at least fifty or sixty years.

But to be honest, although rare, it was by no means enough to make Lin Sicheng particularly curious.

Just as he was feeling suspicious, Yan Wenjing glanced over: "Teacher Lin wasn't looking at this one yesterday; I heard him say it seemed to be a Japanese Imitation Ru Ware!"

Detachment Leader Yan, what kind of thing are you talking about?

Japanese Imitation, what kind of imitation is that?

Zhao Xiuneng pondered for a moment: "A Japanese imitation?"

"I don't know!" Yan Wenjing shook her head. "When Vice President Sun asked, Teacher Lin only gave a rough account of the process; he didn't say specifically who made the imitation..."

The reason Lin Sicheng didn't say was because even if he had, you wouldn't have understood. But if it was a Japanese Imitation Ru Ware, it could only be a Japanese imitation.

But to be honest, Zhao Xiuneng had played with porcelain for most of his life, and this was the first time he had heard of it?

His spirits lifted: "Where is the item?"

Pangzi and the woman didn't even dare to raise their heads: "Sold, it was sold just yesterday!"

Zhao Xiuneng and Yan Wenjing exchanged a look: Understood.

This gang had been selling Japanese imitations as Ming Chenghua imitations, and they had been caught red-handed by Lin Sicheng.

But in Zhao Xiuneng's view, if it were only a Ming Imitation, it really wouldn't be that interesting.

After taking another two looks, Zhao Xiuneng packed it back up.

As if waiting for this moment all along, just as the lid was closed, Pangzi hurriedly stood up: "Manager Zhao, the item has been delivered. Since Lin Shifu is entertaining distinguished guests, we won't disturb you any further. Please, Manager Zhao, help us pass this on!"

The woman also stood up, staring at Pangzi, her expression somewhat strange: You always scold Brother Feng San, saying he's too cowardly and hides when things happen. Then why don't you show some backbone?

Pangzi glared at her: I don't want to be a coward, but don't you see what the situation is right now?

Seeing the two exchanging glances, Zhao Xiuneng couldn't help but laugh or cry: This Pangzi, does he really think my Junior Brother is going to rob a robber?

And collude with the Police to rob a robber at that?

He was just about to explain when Yan Wenjing gave a cold snort: "Sit down!"

As if controlled by a remote, with a "thump," the two sat down on their chairs in unison.

In an instant, both their faces turned pale again.

Zhao Xiuneng played the good cop: "You two, don't be anxious, have another cup of tea."

Did they dare say they wouldn't drink?

Pangzi and the woman nodded vigorously.

Zhao Xiuneng was eloquent and kept the conversation from stalling, picking topics that neither side had any taboos about to chat.

Yan Wenjing was actually quite interested, asking about some of the common tricks used by con artists.

The more Pangzi and the woman listened, the faster they broke into a sweat.

Just like that, the two sat on pins and needles, restless, when a voice sounded from outside: "Team Leader Yan, Father, Shifu and the others are coming out!" Yan Wenjing stood up immediately, Zhao Xiuneng followed closely behind, and as he was leaving, he instructed Zhao Da: "Accompany the two guests and sit for a while longer, have a cup of tea!" They had already drunk several pots; how could these two possibly drink any more?

Zhao Da understood in a second: Don't let these two run off.

Pangzi and the woman were also old hands in the underworld; they knew what they had to know, so they sat honestly, not even daring to lift their bottoms.

The private room didn't have a door, only a bead curtain separating it. Although it was far, they could see very clearly: in the hallway, four people walked out one after another. At the very front were Lin Sicheng and Sun Liancheng, walking shoulder to shoulder, followed by Yu Guang and Han Xin, the four of them chatting and laughing.

Arriving at the lobby, seeing Zhao Xiuneng, Lin Sicheng made an introduction: He didn't go into too much detail, only saying he was Senior Brother Zhao.

But those who knew, knew: this person used to be an old hoodlum.

Sun Liancheng reached out his hand and shook Zhao Xiuneng's, followed by Yu Guang and Han Xin.

It is no exaggeration: Zhao Xiuneng's face was piled with smiles, his waist almost bent to ninety degrees.

You can't blame him for being so humble: in the past, for a figure of the underworld like Zhao Xiuneng, let alone Sun Liancheng, even Yu Guang and Han Xin wouldn't have looked him in the eye.

Even Yan Wenjing, whether she wanted to talk to him or not depended on her mood: she would use him when he was useful, and treat him like a rag when he wasn't.

The reason she was so polite today: first, because in the Wang Chun case, the General Manager also contributed, and almost got blown up in the end.

And most importantly, of course, was Lin Sicheng: Zhao Xiuneng was an underworld figure, that's true, but that was in the past. Lin Sicheng said he wasn't one anymore, so he wasn't.

Of course, if he dared to commit a crime, the Police would never be soft-handed...

During the gap in introductions, Yan Wenjing stepped out first and drove the SUV over. When the group came out, she opened the car door first and shielded the top of Sun Liancheng's head.

After the group got in the car, Sun Liancheng lowered the window again, smiling: "Little Lin, if there's no problem, I'll have Old Yu process it?"

It was just a Consultant position, it wasn't like he was being transferred to the Public Security Bureau and not coming back?

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Team Leader Sun, there is definitely no problem!"

Sun Liancheng smiled: "It won't be that just as we issue the document here, several phone calls will come in from over there, right?"

Where would there be several?

At most, Teacher might ask about it, but to be honest, as long as he agreed himself, Teacher would certainly not interfere.

As for Cousin Ye's mom and dad, it was still far from that point...

Seeing what he was thinking at a glance, Sun Liancheng said half-jokingly: "I'm talking about Tang Si!"

You're talking about who?

Lin Sicheng was stunned, staring straight at him: "Team Leader Sun, how is that possible?"

Who can say for sure about this kind of thing?

You kid are still too young, with no experience.

"Just a joke... off we go!" Sun Liancheng waved his hand, "Call me when you get to Xijing..."

"Alright Team Leader Sun, goodbye!"

The people in the car all waved their hands in unison, then the car window went up, and the car drove out of the parking lot.

Lin Sicheng turned around, just about to enter the door, when he paused.

Zhao Xiuneng was still smiling there, still waving his hand incessantly, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together like a chrysanthemum.

"Senior Brother, they've already left, how can you still see them?" Lin Sicheng tugged at him, "Is it really necessary?"

"Junior Brother, you don't understand!"

Zhao Xiuneng wiped his face, the wrinkles just smoothed out, but with a "whoosh," they shrank back again.

Then "Hehehehehe~," like a fool: "Junior Brother, you don't understand!"

Having been a rat for most of his life, to think there would actually be a day when he could see the light?

To the extent that one can even call a cat brother?

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Yes, yes, I don't understand!"

Zhao Shixiong is also something: knowing Sun Liancheng was coming, he actually chased General Manager Zhao back home?

They say Zhao Xiuxian is not presentable, stuttering whenever he sees an official.

But in my view, you aren't much better...

Thinking secretly, the two entered the main hall, stepped over the threshold and saw Zhao Er, and only then did Zhao Xiuneng remember: "Oh right, Junior Brother, that Pi Tiao Liu gang sent the Brush Washer over."

Huh, so fast?

"When?"

"They've been here for almost an hour, and even accompanied Captain Yan for tea for a while!"

Lin Sicheng had a strange look on his face: You let people like that accompany Yan Wenjing for tea?

"Who came?"

"Pi and Tiao!"

That would be that Pangzi and the woman?

"Tsk tsk, they weren't scared away?"

Zhao Xiuneng shook his head: "Scared away? That's putting it mildly."

They were practically scared to the point of wetting themselves...

As the two spoke, they entered the private room.

Pangzi and the woman had long since stood up, standing there like two wooden stakes. Four eyes stared straight at Lin Sicheng, their expressions complex and inexplicable. They had thought that the rank of Branch Captain Yan was high enough. They hadn't expected him to be just a driver?

Pangzi and the woman didn't know Sun Liancheng, but they knew Yu Guang: back when Yan Wenjing didn't know where he was, the one who often went to Panjiayuan was this Branch Captain Yu.

But that wasn't the point; the key was: the person walking at the very front, shoulder-to-shoulder with Lin Sicheng when they came out.

They remembered very clearly that Yan Wenjing had said the person chatting with Lin Sicheng inside was Vice President Sun.

And when introducing him to Zhao Xiuneng, Lin Sicheng had called that person "Captain Sun"; what is Vice President Sun plus Captain Sun?

Recall again: the way General Manager Zhao Xiuneng looked when he shook hands?

And when this person and that person were talking, the two were just like old friends?

So, with a relationship like this, where would there be any need for thieves to rob thieves, where would there be any need to set up a trap?

Don't say it, although Pangzi was just guessing blindly, he guessed quite accurately: if it weren't for Lin Sicheng seeing through the fake Wang Chun and catching the real Wang Chun, this Vice President Sun might not necessarily be Vice President Sun right now...