I am a super cop

Chapter 905 The blood bank is in an emergency

Liao Fan is a filial grandson, Gu Chen does not deny it.

But who did Director Bao provoke again?Just because you participated in a museum exchange meeting in Shanghai, you will encounter disaster?

What's more, masks and other precious items are obtained by museums through formal channels, and there is no moral kidnapping.

But what happened in Wanshan Museum makes people feel regretful.

"So, you went to Deputy Curator Bao, and the topics you talked about were all about family heirlooms? You and Deputy Curator Bao didn't know each other before?"

Facing Gu Chen's continuous questioning, Liao Fan nodded frequently.

"That's right, I don't know any curator Bao. I just know that these family heirlooms of my family finally settled in the Wanshan Museum, and they will no longer be personal belongings from now on."

"So I used some special means to sneak into the venue of the museum exchange meeting, and through many inquiries, I finally found Director Bao at the venue."

"You asked him directly for something?" Yuan Shasha asked.

Liao Fan shook his head: "Of course not, because these things were imported by the museum through legal channels, and I just want to spend money to redeem them."

"But when I saw the explanation about my family's ancient mask in the venue, I realized that my uncle, a scumbag, sold a priceless mask for the price of cabbage. I hate it."

Having said this, Liao Fan punched the interrogation chair angrily.

He looked up at Gu Chen sadly and angrily, and complained: "I realized at the time that the possibility of me redeeming the mask was almost zero, but it was originally a family heirloom of my family. As a descendant, I have no reason to let it go." It drifts outside."

"I don't need other things, but I must get that mask back."

"Then what happened afterwards?" Gu Chen looked up at Liao Fan.

Liao Fan took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "Later? Do I have a later date?"

"In order to fight for the last hope, after the exchange meeting, I followed Director Bao to the door of his room."

"I took this opportunity to enter his hotel room and explain to him why I came. I was communicating with him in the last hope."

"However, when Curator Bao heard that I was here to return a family heirloom, he immediately rejected all my requests."

"Even if I was willing to spend money to redeem the mask, he refused decisively."

"That's for sure." Sensing Liao Fan's aggrieved look, Police Officer Wang also said objectively and impartially: "Your uncle is also the owner of the family heirloom, and objectively has the right to represent your family and sell the items to others."

"And since the Wanshan Museum obtained it through legal means, the museum certainly has the right to dispose of the imported items, and he can refuse your redemption request."

When Liao Fan heard this, he snorted coldly and said with a smile: "If Director Bao is a kind person and is willing to properly protect my family's heirlooms, if I really can't redeem them, maybe I will go to the museum to look at my family's belongings from time to time."

"But after communicating, I found out that the Wanshan Museum is just a pheasant museum selling cultural relics."

"After the exhibition, all items will be promoted through some channels, introduced to some private collectors, and sold to them to earn a certain price difference."

Speaking of this, Liao Fan also said with great grief: "I expressed my willingness to take it back at twice the price it was sold at that time, but the curator Bao saw this and suddenly raised the price."

"He told me that my family's family heirloom is of no use in our hands. It's a waste. It's better to put it in a museum and let it show its true value."

"But I can clearly see from Director Bao's tone that he intends to sell it, but he asked for 15 times the price."

After a pause, Liao Fan shook his head and said again: "From then on, I knew that this so-called gentleman who praised cultural values ​​on the podium was just a vain name."

"He secretly used some cultural relics brokers to continuously purchase high-value private collections from private hands, and then took them to museums for laundering to increase the actual value of the items."

"After going through the museum's exhibition, look for buyers to leek, and sell these high-value items to private collectors at a higher price, so as to earn a huge difference in price."

"Curator Bao also saw the value of my family heirlooms at that time. He felt that it was profitable at the time and wanted to add value to the museum."

"If I want to buy and redeem it at that time, he can also sell it, and the price will be 15 times the original purchase price."

Speaking of this, Liao Fan almost collapsed: "15 times the price, this is simply killing me."

"So there is still such a situation?" Lu Weiwei felt a little tired of listening to it, and felt that the Pheasant Museum was completely buying and selling.

In the name of a museum, what they are actually doing is earning the difference.

Lu Weiwei finally understood why so many private museums suddenly appeared over the years.

On the surface, it is said that the curator is rich and powerful, and has some private collection hobbies, which are open to the general public.

Can it actually be possible?

It is only for profit, and it is completely regarded as a business to make a difference.

Many precious items are not of much value in the hands of ordinary people, but they were bought into the Wanshan Museum, and after some professional repairs and exhibitions by technicians, especially in some important exhibitions, the value immediately multiplied several times.

The market determines the value, and exhibits are a business.

"So, you didn't make the purchase?" Gu Chen asked him.

Liao Fan nodded, feeling cold at the moment: "Curator Bao is a villain who refuses to give in. I can't help it. I even knelt down for him."

Speaking of this, Liao Fan was also full of grief and indignation, and slapped himself twice in a row: "I... I have grown up so much, I have never knelt down before anyone."

"Even if my dad hung me from a tree and whipped me with a belt, I didn't make a sound and didn't admit my mistake."

"But that day, I knelt down to Director Bao. That mask was the only thought my grandfather had in his life. I explained to him the situation of my grandfather in the hospital, and I almost kowtowed to him, but he just didn't agree. .”

"He told me that he would keep my family heirloom in Wanshan Museum well. If I miss it, I will often visit Wanshan Museum."

"Isn't this good?" Officer Wang didn't know why, and felt that this should be the best compromise.

After all, even if it is not in your home, it is in a museum, at least it can be seen and touched.

However, Liao Fan shook his head: "It would be great if it was that simple. Although Director Bao's remarks moved me, he promised to keep it safe, and that's why he tricked me out of the room."

"But not long after I left the room, I ran into a mysterious man who walked into Director Bao's room mysteriously."

"Out of curiosity, I followed and stuck to the door of Director Bao's room, quietly listening to the conversation between the two of them in the room."

After a pause, Liao Fan put his forehead on his forehead and said with a smirk: "I was so naive, I believed Director Bao's nonsense, and only then did I realize that they were talking about trading masks. The mysterious person said that there is a Nanya Jin The Lord took a fancy to that mask, and was willing to pay a high price to buy it for collection, and wanted Curator Bao to sell it."

"Curator Bao was reluctant to agree at first, and told him that even if he wanted to sell it, he had to put it in the Wanshan Museum for exhibition and gilt it, so that it could be displayed for its due value before being sold."

"However, when Curator Bao heard the mysterious person tell him the purchase amount that the South Asian benefactor was willing to pay, he was completely shocked. It was a huge amount of money."

Looking at Lu Weiwei's cute face, it seemed that she didn't know how much the so-called huge sum of money was, so she quickly explained:
"Let's put it this way, as long as you sell this mask, you don't have to worry about buying a car or a house, and you don't even have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of your life."

"So valuable?" Hearing what Liao Fan said, Lu Weiwei finally had a concrete understanding of the concept of "big money".

It means that you can eat as much food as you like, from all over the world, enough to eat for decades.

Thinking about this kind of temptation, it is really hard to resist.

"So? Director Bao decided to sell the masks, right?" Gu Chen asked.

Liao Fan nodded fiercely: "Curator Bao, that bastard, just promised me that he is not going to sell this mask, but will keep this mask in the Wanshan Museum forever."

"But with the last kick, he is going to sell this mask to South Asians. He is an out-and-out bastard, a mercenary villain."

Feeling that no amount of scolding will help, the hatred in Liao Fan's heart seems to be unable to vent at all.

After trying to calm down, he said again: "I heard the conversation between the two of them at the time. Director Bao was going to bring the items back to Jiangnan City, and then have a symbolic exhibition for a week, and finally go through some formalities and sell them to that Nan Ya. merchant."

"So, I have to stop him. I swear that I will not let him succeed, nor will I let this ancestral treasure fall into the hands of foreigners."

Gu Chen nodded slightly, and said involuntarily, "So, in order to get that item back, you started to carefully plan this operation?"

"Yes." Up to now, Liao Fan no longer hides anything, but said frankly: "I secretly took a taxi and rushed to Jiangnan City overnight. Through some means, I learned that Director Bao likes to study astronomy, especially for astronomical telescopes. Very much in love."

"So I bought a set of astronomical telescopes and obtained the phone number of Director Bao through some means. I called him with an unfamiliar number and told him that in order to express that Wanshan Museum is responsible for collecting my family's masks, I thanked him and sent him A set of astronomical telescopes, I just hope he can treat my mask well."

"So, this guy believed it was true, and was still complacent. When he was in Shanghai, he called the security guard of Wanshan Museum. Today, a set of astronomical telescopes given to him by a friend will be delivered. Remember to sign for him."

Looking up at Gu Chen who was taking notes, Liao Fan said helplessly, "But you, Officer Gu, already know everything that happened next."

"That's right, I used the astronomical telescope to gather sunlight, and took advantage of the characteristics of focusing. When assembling and debugging, I specially focused the light source on a fixed position."

"And this position is the 45-degree position of the left outer corner of the ashtray. It is necessary to ensure that the cigar can be lit to prove that I am not at the scene."

Glancing at Lu Weiwei beside Gu Chen, Yuan Shasha and Police Officer Wang, Liao Fan said again:

"In order to meet these conditions, I made a mark in the office yesterday. Even if the curator or someone else moved the astronomical telescope, I can still restore it to yesterday's position according to the scale mark at the first time. I guarantee that everything will stop at around 5 p.m. It all happens as I want it to.”

"As for Director Bao, indeed, I used the excuse of coming to Jiangnan City to discuss the project, and created a chance encounter at the gate of the high-speed rail hotel, because I have checked all the schedule of Director Bao, and I know what time he will show up at the hotel. Where, I can't make any mistakes."

"So much so that I even handed over the most important cooperation projects to others, but I just had tea and dinner with Director Bao, and finally managed to enter his office room."

"I took the opportunity to take a last look at my family's ancestral items. Unexpectedly, the curator Bao agreed. This is simply a godsend opportunity. I think I can't miss this opportunity again. This is an ancient mask that is priceless."

"So at that moment, you decisively took out the hammer, killed Director Bao, and took away that mask?" Gu Chen looked at Liao Fan who was already close to madness, and couldn't help asking him.

This time, after a few seconds of hesitation, Liao Fan suddenly nodded in despair.

It seemed that this time he was doomed.

Gu Chen expressed sympathy, but could not agree.

The statement given by Liao Fan, if placed on the Internet today, must have caused heated debates.

However, once the extreme method of killing is carried out, there will be no turning back.

Liao Fan may still have a fluke mentality, after all, he has carefully arranged many details for this operation.

But the tricks in the office, and myself being the only person who met Director Bao today, ended up stumbling over Gu Chen.

Gu Chen handed him the notebook and asked him to sign his name.

As for the rest, it will naturally be judged by law.

……

……

A week has passed since the Liao Fan incident. Affected by this, the signing of the project by He Xiaofan's screenwriting team was also delayed for a week.

But fortunately there is no danger, the producer originally intended to cooperate with He Xiaofan's team.

However, when this happened to the company's literary planning, the production company was also busy, and a lot of energy was spent on various public relations rumors.

However, the memory of netizens is only a few days after all. A few days after the Liao Fan and Wanshan Museum incident became a hot search word, netizens were also attracted by a large number of entertainment news, and soon forgot about it.

And Gu Chen also heard from his father, Gu Baichuan, that He Xiaofan's team went to Shanghai together a week later to sign this cooperation project agreement related to their livelihood in the second half of the year, and the entire screenwriting team was revived.

After receiving this news, Gu Chen was naturally very happy.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, a first-level police superintendent knocked on the door of the office of the third criminal investigation team.

At this moment, everyone put down their work and focused their eyes on the first-level superintendent.

"Xiao Zhong, don't go to the Three Treasures Palace if you have nothing to do." Officer Ding raised his head and said jokingly.

Xiao Zhong smiled: "I'm just here to pass a file or something."

"What's the matter?" He Junchao was a little impatient, drinking the honey grapefruit tea in his hand.

Police officer Xiao Zhong picked up the notice, and then he said with a smile to everyone: "The thing is like this. Last night on the ring road in the suburbs of the city, a tourist bus from other places had a car accident and turned directly off the road. The accident caused serious injuries to many people. At present, they are sent to major hospitals in batches for emergency treatment."

"Just get to the point." Police Officer Wang is an old comrade. Every time someone takes a notice and tells everyone some bad news that doesn't match, Officer Wang knows that there is definitely nothing good to do.

Police officer Xiao Zhong grinned: "Okay, let me just focus on the key points. The notice in my hand was issued by Bureau Zhao. Because of this sudden incident, the blood bank's stock of type O blood and type AB blood is tight."

"Because at present, due to the continuous increase in the number of patients who need blood transfusion in clinical practice, the O and AB blood stocks are kept at the minimum stock, which can basically meet the blood for clinical emergency use."

"However, due to the unexpected situation late last night, many patients with type O received emergency transfusions of a large amount of blood, resulting in a shortage of type O blood stocks."

"So the blood bank is temporarily unable to organize a quick voluntary blood donation interaction, so the blood bank thought of our Furong branch, and wanted our Furong branch to gather a voluntary blood donation."

When it comes to drawing blood, seeing the tense atmosphere in the office, Police Officer Xiao Zhong also said embarrassedly: "So, Bureau Zhao means, if you are type O or AB, please stretch out your arms, donate blood, and save lives!"

"My God, another blood draw? We don't know how many times we have to donate blood this year?" He Junchao, who is a universal blood type O, suddenly felt a little speechless.

Indeed, all the police officers of the Furong Sub-bureau have organized voluntary blood donation activities many times.

Sometimes, the blood draw bus of the blood station will also drive into the compound of the Furong branch to provide "door-to-door service".

Although he could drink a carton of pure milk and get a doll after each blood draw, some police officers who were afraid of blood draw still had some scruples.

He Junchao is one of them.

Lu Weiwei crumpled the note into a ball of paper and threw it at He Junchao: "I said He Junchao, who is not type O blood? I can donate blood but you can't? Or are you a man?"

"It's not a matter of donating blood or not. It's mainly about donating blood frequently. The blood bank regards us as a replacement base. Whenever the blood bank is in an emergency and needs a lot of blood, it feels like this group of people will come to collect wool."

"Yeah, it's true, but there's nothing you can do about it. After all, there's an emergency." Officer Ding looked indifferently, and looked at Gu Chen and said, "Gu Chen, how about organizing those new comrades to donate blood this time?" ? Those who donated blood once this year, let everyone volunteer according to the situation.”

Gu Chen nodded slightly: "It's okay, if you are O or AB, please extend your arms, donate blood, and save lives!"

Having said this, Gu Chen stood up directly: "I have type O blood, who else?"

"Me." Lu Weiwei hurriedly raised her hand and stood beside Gu Chen.

"And me." Yuan Shasha also raised her hand.

"Why don't you just donate blood, it's no big deal, just count me in, I'm type AB."

"I'll go too, I'm type O."

"Then you all go, then I will go too."

……

Soon, under the leadership of Gu Chen, many new and old comrades raised their hands to participate, expressing their willingness to participate in voluntary blood donation to alleviate the urgent problem of the blood bank.

Seeing that everyone is signing up, I have already stated the fact that I have type O blood.

It would be embarrassing not to go at this time, so He Junchao reluctantly walked out of his seat, ready to follow Gu Chen to donate blood.

But when he walked to Officer Ding, he found that Officer Ding was still sitting on the seat, so He Junchao kicked Officer Ding's stool: "Hey, I said, Old Ding, why don't you go?"

"I have blood type A." Officer Ding said nonchalantly, "This time I want type O and AB, so I don't need to go."

He Junchao: "..."

Hasty, I feel like I have suffered from being dumb, thinking that you don't need to go, so why were you so active just now?Are you still instigating?

……

　Ask for votes, all kinds of requests, with a sincere face.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)