Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 39 Passed down from generation to generation, the golden teeth from generation to generation

The big stone tablet is the rightful owner tonight.

The four public security comrades slowly bent down, let the stone tablet fall to the ground slowly, and retreated to the side to breathe heavily.

Li Aiguo and Director Han leaned over and picked up the flashlight to check.

Wang Weidong also squeezed past.

The stone tablet is covered with mud, covered with moss, and the surface is mottled. Many places have been weathered, and the vaguely visible inscriptions have a sense of vicissitudes unique to history.

This should be a cultural relic, right?
Just as Wang Weidong was about to ask, Li Aiguo couldn't help it anymore: "Xiao Han, is there such a big battle tonight for this thing?"

Director Han squatted on the ground and stroked it carefully with his palm, his excitement was beyond words.

"That's it! From the looks of it, it looks like a stone tablet from the Qing Dynasty, no. It should be from the Warring States Period."

A stele from the Warring States period. That's really a national treasure.

Stealing this guy, can't he be shot?

"The Warring States period! Comrade Public Security, you have to take a good look at it, it's clearly from last week." Hearing this, the tall and thin man trembled all over and shouted hastily.

Because he was held up by Comrade Public Security, he couldn't rush over, so he could only struggle desperately to this side.

"Last week?" Director Han was stunned, his palm trembling as he touched the stele.

According to the information provided by the informant, a Tu Fuzi brought a stele of the Warring States Period to the Pigeon Market, looking for a seller.

That's why there was such a big battle at the local level.

"Yes, it was last week, and I made it artificial." The tall and thin man didn't understand clearly, and he probably would have to explain it here today, struggling desperately, and the two police officers almost couldn't hold him back.

"You made it?" Director Han looked suspicious, thought for a moment, and waved his hand: "Drag him here."

The two public security comrades dragged the tall and thin man to the stele, let go of their hands, but still tightly held his collar.

The tall and thin man knelt beside the stele, with sweat dripping from his forehead, and desperately wiped the upper left corner of the stele with the sleeve of his cotton-padded jacket.

Soon, the dirt on the stele was wiped clean, revealing a line of small characters.

Seeing the mark appear, the tall and thin man let out a long sigh of relief, collapsed on the ground, and said with a smile, "Did you see, I asked the stonemason to engrave the date on it."

Director Han was a little annoyed when he saw that the stone tablet from the Warring States Period had changed from last week.

Staring at the tall and thin man: "Tell me, what's your name?"

"Big gold teeth!" Seeing that Comrade Public Security believed his words, the tall and thin man quickly replied.

Big gold teeth!
Wang Weidong was stunned, the name was too familiar.

Big Gold Tooth is a celebrity.

He resells antiques in Panjiayuan for a living, and has a gold tooth inlaid in his mouth from an ancient tomb.

Da Jinya has a wide network of contacts. He was the first to introduce a few back-to-back deals to Lao Hu, and later he had a back-to-back fight with Lao Hu and Fatty Wang in the Longling Miku, and was the "Minister of Logistics".

Wang Weidong looked up and down at this big gold tooth. He was nearly thirty years old, tall and thin, wearing a sheepskin jacket, a white turban on his head, and a white cloth strip tied around his waist. He looked like a peasant from Shaanxi.

It shouldn't be the big gold tooth who is doing big things.

It's not right to think about the time. At this time, Panjiayuan in the capital has not started selling antiques.

From Da Jinya's subsequent confession, Wang Weidong knew that his original name was Jin Liuzi, and it was said that he was a descendant of Jin Wushu.

He made a living by counterfeiting cultural relics. This time his family was really out of food, so he ran to the outskirts of the capital, stole a stone tablet, forged it into a cultural relic, and planned to sell it to the wronged species.

"Your name is Jin Liuzi, why is it also called Da Jinya?" Director Han seemed to know this character, and believed his words to a certain extent.

Big Gold Tooth opened his mouth, revealing a big golden tooth.

"See, pure gold, ancestral."

"Passed down from generation to generation, from generation to generation the golden teeth."

Good guy, the golden tooth of love needs to be passed on.

This family is too cool.
Wang Weidong's heart moved, and he asked with a smile: "Da Jinya, do you have a son?"

"Yes, half-baby." Da Jinya replied, and immediately looked at Wang Weidong suspiciously.

"How do you know?"

Of course I know, and I also know that he will accomplish a great career of tomb robbery in the future.

Wang Weidong just laughed.

Although it was certain that the stele was forged by Da Jinya, Director Han decided to take the stele back to the police station for identification by cultural relic experts.

The stele was very heavy, and it took five or six people to carry it to the car.

Wang Weidong was so tired that he was out of breath, and he was puzzled.

How did Da Jinya transport this large stone tablet to Pigeon City?

At this time, it was already daylight, the pigeon market was cleaned up, and a group of bill dealers were escorted out by comrades of the police.

In the crowd, Wang Weidong seemed to find a familiar person.

Shrinking his head, with a thin face and wearing plastic-rimmed glasses, he always exudes the temperament of a cultural person.

Shout out, isn't this Yan Pugui?

Yan Bugui seemed to have seen Wang Weidong a long time ago, tucked his head into his cotton jacket, and deliberately turned his face away.

Still, his signature plastic-rimmed glasses gave him away.

Wang Weidong's heart moved, and he walked over with a flashlight, and the bright beam shone on Yan Bugui's face.

With concern on his face: "Third Master, why are you here? Did Comrade Public Security make a mistake?"

"You are a teacher of the people, how could you become a criminal?"

Yan Bugui's face turned red to the base of his ears, he hesitated, his mouth opened and closed: "Weidong, me."

Seeing that the two knew each other, the comrade of Public Security nearby quickly explained: "A match ticket, two soap tickets, and fifteen cents were found from this uncle. We suspect that he is a ticket dealer."

Yan Bugui almost cried when he heard the nature given to him by Comrade Public Security, and quickly explained: "It's not reselling, it's all saved by me, really."

"Whether it is a ticket dealer, we will investigate clearly." Comrade Public Security was very dissatisfied with his interjection without authorization, and waved a flashlight.

Glaring at him: "Be honest!"

"Yes, yes. I'm a teacher." Yan Bugui shrank his neck and grinned to the side.

Wang Weidong knew that Yan Bugui was usually shrewd in calculations, but he didn't have the guts to sell bills.

With a move in his heart, he first whispered to Yan Bugui: "Third Master, don't worry, I will help you explain to Comrade Public Security."

Then, under Yan Bugui's expectant gaze, he walked up to Director Han.

Director Han is angry about the fake antiques.

"Director Han, look." Wang Weidong stretched out his arm and pointed in Yan Bugui's direction.

"What are you looking at?" Director Han looked in the direction he pointed, and there were only a few white clouds floating in the hazy sky.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Weidong suspiciously.

Wang Weidong smiled and said, "Director Han, I mean, it's almost dawn, and the residents are about to wake up, so let's close the team."

Since the stele was proven to be a fake, Director Han already knew that the mission had failed.

Although he was not reconciled, he still hesitated for a moment, then nodded helplessly: "Close the team!"

In Yan Bugui's view, Wang Weidong said a few words to Director Han.

Director Han looked this way twice, then stared at Wang Weidong, nodded with a livid face, as if he was in a dilemma.

But he did agree.

Yan Bugui breathed a sigh of relief.

Now there is help.

Wang Weidong is a boy who usually doesn't show his mountains and dews in the compound, but he didn't expect him to be a good person.

It seems that I have to introduce him to a few more good girls.

"Close the team!" Director Han shouted loudly.

Li Aiguo and the public security comrades boarded the truck and let the ticket dealers line up.

This task is really simple, and you can go back to sleep later.

Wang Weidong took out the crank from the seat and was about to walk to the front of the car.

The young man who stole the watch suddenly jumped off the truck and shouted.

"I don't want to squat on the fence!"

After landing, he staggered to his feet and ran to the cab.

He also pulled out a black military thorn from his cotton trousers.

Under the pressure of survival, he was extremely fast and reached the front of the car in a blink of an eye.

Damn, is this going to hijack a truck?
Li Aiguo jumped down through the side of the car, but it was too late.

The public security comrades on the truck all looked stunned.

Hidden army thorn in the crotch, how did this kid do it?
Director Han raised his pistol and was about to pull the trigger when he saw a ball of black light gliding across the sky and heading straight for the young man's forehead.

There was a muffled "boom".

The young man fell to the ground, his body twitching a few times.

The military thorn fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

"Guangdang"

A bent black iron rod was stained with blood and fell to the ground in the distance.

　(Just as the truck was about to leave, a few comrades from the police escorted a few young people over.

　　They all have wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, and they don't seem to be good people.

　　Director Han leaned over and asked, "What did these guys do?"

　　"Bragging!" Comrade Public Security pointed to a young man and said, "This guy says he has 10 billion catties of grain."

　　"This kid claims to have two hundred big fat pigs." He pointed to another kid.

　　"This is even more amazing. There is a penguin farm, which is bigger than this world."

　　
　　Director Han became angrier the more he listened, pulled out the crank handle from under his seat, and beat those boys all over the face.

　　Those boys were beaten so badly that their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, crying for their father and mother.

　　While crying, he begged for mercy: "Brother, stop beating me, I'm from Blue Star."

　　"What is the blue star, let you brag again!" Director Han kicked a few more times.

　　"Send them all to the Gobi Desert to feed the wild wolves!!"

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(End of this chapter)