Fenghou

The person he was looking for was still in the Town God's Temple. Zhong Huan brought a few soldiers to a stall selling paintings. His business was pretty good, and several people were picking out their favorite paintings.

The stall owner is about 40 years old, with fair skin and gentle manners, and looks quite gentle.

This person is Duan Ping, a well-known counterfeiter in Chang'an, and his counterfeit even the emperor Chen Qing was tricked.

The Son of Heaven has a piece of Fan Kuan's "Grass Pavilion in Jiangcun Village", which was originally collected in the Imperial Palace of the Northern Song Dynasty. Later, it disappeared during the war. Everyone thought it was taken away by the Kingdom of Jin. But three years ago, Lu Wei saw it in an old painting shop. So he bought it with a thousand coins and dedicated it to the emperor.

Everyone commented that this painting was authentic, but unexpectedly, the real "Grass Pavilion in Jiangcun Village" was found among the spoils seized from the warehouse on Yanshan Road last year.

Only then did everyone know that the previous one was a fake, and Zhong Huan examined the shopkeeper who sold the painting, only to find out that it was a fake by Duan Ping.

Of course, Duan Ping's father was a court painter during the Xuanhe period. He once borrowed the "Grass Pavilion in Jiangcun Village" to copy it, which is why Duan Ping is so familiar with this painting.

Two inner guard soldiers stood behind Duan Ping, one left and one right, and Zhong Huan waved the inner guard gold medal, "We are inner guards, we have something to ask you!"

Several guests who were selecting paintings next to them heard that they were the inner guards, and ran away in fright.

Duan Ping said anxiously: "The case is closed, you promised not to pursue me!"

"It's something else!"

Helpless, Duan Ping had no choice but to clean up the art booth and bring everyone to his rented place. He has no wife and children, has a weird personality, and lives alone.

More than [-] internal guard soldiers immediately searched his house to the bottom. Except that he was imitating two famous paintings of Mi Fu, there was no sign of imitating money notes.

Chong Huan asked him to sit down, took out two bills and put them in front of him, saying: "The two bills are exactly the same, can you see the difference?"

Duan Ping looked at it for a while, then curled his lips and said, "I've already seen eight differences, but they are still exactly the same, how is that possible?"

He pointed to the top one, "This is the real one. It uses the same ink pad as the counter ticket. The bottom one looks like the same ink pad, but it's actually a bit less glossy."

When Duan Ping said this, Zhong Huan looked at the ink pad carefully, and it was a bit different. If the other party didn't tell him, he wouldn't be able to find it.

"Have you studied counter tickets?" Zhong Huan asked coldly.

"Someone asked me to make counterfeit tickets and let me see three real tickets, but I didn't accept this job, the risk was too high, and I didn't want to lose my head."

"Who entrusted you?"

Duan Ping shook his head, "It's a woman wearing a veiled hat. We met at Longfeng Teahouse, but I know the real client is sitting in a carriage outside the teahouse."

"When did this happen?"

"Two months ago!"

The timing was a little bit right, and Zhong Huan asked again: "If you don't want to do it, will they let you go?"

"I ran away, where did they find me?"

Duan Ping sneered: "I've experienced this kind of thing a lot. Before I went to see them, I changed my place of residence. They dare not do anything to me in public? Come to me in private, I've already moved out."

Zhong Huan nodded and said with a smile: "Can you draw the three real tickets, roughly, the amount and the serial number, in fact, all I need is the serial number."

"Yes! I remember, I have a very good memory."

Duan Ping wrote three numbers on the white paper, and Zhong Huan put it away.

At this time, Duan Ping pointed to the counterfeit ticket again and said: "This counter ticket is also printed, but I may know the stereotyped person. His handwriting can't be understood by the counter shop, but we can see it at a glance."

Chong Huan cheered up and asked anxiously, "Who is it?"

"This man's name is Cui Xu. He is a Korean. He is also a master counterfeiter. He is very famous in our industry, but I don't know where he is?"

"Korean!" Zhong Huan was stunned for a moment.

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There were quite a few Koreans living in the Yong Dynasty, so it is not surprising that there was a master who was good at making fakes, but Chong Huan still felt that the appearance of Koreans was a bit strange, which was a kind of professional vigilance of him.

Of course, this intuition will not arise for no reason. The main reason is that the relationship between the Yong Dynasty and Goryeo showed signs of deterioration. Liaodong officials sent letters to Goryeo, but they still did not send envoys to attend the enthronement ceremony.

On the one hand, Goryeo’s hatred of the Yong Dynasty originated from the fall of Tamna Island. On the other hand, the Goryeo people were the pawns of the Jin soldiers. They were all killed by the Western Army on the battlefield. Several times they sent people to Liaodong to ask for release, but they were all rejected by Qian Jun, the military envoy, and Li Fuxing, the military envoy.

It was because of this bad relationship that Zhong Huan became alert when he heard the word "Korean".

But now he can't find where this Cui Xu is?

As a matter of urgency, he was going to investigate the three counter tickets mentioned by Duan Ping. The incident two months ago happened to be within this period.

Zhong Huan brought his men back to the Yongjing Guifang head office again, and Yang Chun, the chief manager, received him in the guest hall.

Zhong Huan took out the note and handed it to him, "These are the serial numbers of the three counter tickets, which may be related to the money ticket case. You can check their details."

There is an invoice in the cabinet, if it has been cashed, the main store will still have the original, Yang Chun asked Zhong Huan to sit down for a while, and he hurried to check.

Not long after, he brought a large booklet, "General Zhong, it's amazing!"

"what happened?"

Yang Chun put three counter-tickets in front of Zhong Huan, which were the originals returned after cashing in. Yang Chun excitedly said: "These three counter-tickets were also issued by Liu Jun, one for two thousand guan, one for five One thousand guan, one ten thousand guan, the cashing time on it was just ten days before the incident of the money ticket, and the cashing place is also in Jingzhao, strange! Since it is the same city, there is no need to open the counter ticket, it is a long way to go It’s where it works.”

Zhong Huan carefully looked at the ink pad of the counter ticket, and if he realized something, he ordered his subordinates: "Go and invite Duan Ping!"

Duan Ping was waiting outside in the carriage, and he agreed to help Zhong Huan solve the case.

Not long after, the soldiers invited Duan Ping over, and Zhong Huan said with a smile: "Mr. Duan, please look at these three counter tickets again, are they the three you saw that day?"

Duan Ping took a closer look, shook his head and said: "These three are also counterfeit counter tickets, and the money ticket is from the same hand."

Yang Chun's eyes widened, "It can't be fake, it's obviously true, how did you see it?"

Duan Ping said flatly: "If you don't believe me, go and get a new counter ticket. If you need a stamp, I'll show you!"

Immediately, a manager ran to get three counter tickets, Duan Ping compared them and said: "First of all, the writing is different. The real counter tickets are written out, while the counterfeit counter tickets are drawn little by little. They look the same, but in the In my opinion, it's not the same thing at all.

The second is Zhuni. The Zhuni used in genuine tickets is shiny and should have a small amount of pearl powder and oil in it, but the Zhuni used in counterfeit tickets does not have pearl powder, so the light perception is different. You can tell the difference when you look at the sun. "

Yang Chun hurriedly took the counter ticket to the window for comparison, and after a while he sighed, "So many of us didn't see it, it's really different."

He frowned and said again: "But what's the point of counterfeiting counter tickets? This is a real-name use, and the jade key is unique. If the fake one is exchanged, the real one cannot be exchanged again. Since the real one is also in their In their hands, why don't they exchange it directly with real tickets?"

Duan Ping sneered and said: "The reason is very simple. They just wanted to test your ability to distinguish. It turns out that you can't tell the difference, so there is a fraud on the money ticket."

Yang Chun just woke up like a dream, he stepped forward and bowed to salute, "May I ask your name, sir?"

"My surname is Duan. I'm just a famous painter. I sell paintings for a living!"

"We are short of an appraiser like Mr. If Mr. is willing to condescend, we will give him a salary of [-] guanqian per month according to the rank of the big shopkeeper."

With a monthly salary of [-] guan, Duan Ping was really tempted. He couldn't sell paintings for a few guan a month, so he looked back at Zhong Huan.

Zhong Huan said with a faint smile: "This is your private matter, I will not interfere!"

Duan Ping agreed without hesitation, "Okay! I promise to be your appraiser."