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Chapter 10 The director is doing things, take it!
The moment he heard this voice, Feng Yun was obviously taken aback.

Why does this movement sound so familiar?

Feng Yun soon poked his head out of the window curiously, and looked at the crowd gathered not far away.

Soon he saw among the crowd, a fat man wearing overalls and leather boots, with a big belly but a unique sense of flexibility, who was staring at a thin middle-aged man in front of him to make a theory.

This person exudes a Jianghu atmosphere, and his skin is relatively rough. He is obviously the kind of person who travels all over the world and is exposed to the wind and the sun.

Say this person is fat, but he always gives people a strong feeling.

Just like now he can grab the middle-aged man in front of him with one hand, so that his feet can hardly touch the ground.

It completely vetoes people's inherent perception of fat people's physical weakness.

No one noticed that at the moment when he saw this fat man, a look of surprise flashed in Feng Yun's eyes.

He seemed so interested in this fat man that he couldn't take his eyes off him.

At this time, the fat man was holding the middle-aged man's neck with his left hand, and holding a porcelain bowl with his right hand. His eyes seemed to be popping out of their sockets.

"You said that the fat man sold you fake products, this is pure bullshit.

Do you know anything about antiques? This is something from the palace of the Ming Dynasty, but it turned out to be a fake when it came to you? "

The middle-aged man was obviously frightened by the fat man's aura at the moment, and his voice was much lower:
"I found someone to appraise it, and they said that this porcelain bowl was fired just last week at most.

And look, the bottom of the porcelain bowl says it's only for microwave ovens. Are you cheating or what? "

The fat man was obviously a little guilty, and immediately subconsciously hid the porcelain bowl behind his back.

But he is obviously a hob meat, with an attitude of unreasonably disturbing three points, this fat man didn't give in at all.

"Don't be silly, let me tell you, today you want to get a refund from the fat man, but there is no way.

It's a big deal that you call the person who brought the criminal justice. It's not like the fat man hasn't been in there before, so he's afraid that you won't succeed? "

Feng Yun has been paying attention to what happened there, seeing all this, a somewhat helpless smile appeared on Feng Yun's face.

Patting the driver on the shoulder, Feng Yun pointed to the fat man in the crowd and said:

"Come back and take him to the military mansion. I have something to do with him."

The driver was obviously a little confused. After looking at Feng Yun through the rearview mirror, he said suspiciously:
"Director, this person seems to be a wanderer. If you want to deal with him, you can go directly to Ti Xingsi. Why do you have to take the trouble to take him to the Military Palace?"

This means how can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer?

If you want to deal with this kind of person, the director of the Military Mansion is a matter of one word. Isn't it just a matter of mentioning the punishment department?
Feng Yun heard that he didn't explain too much, but just signaled the driver to continue driving.

Although the driver was puzzled, it was his bounden duty to obey orders, so he didn't say anything more.

After finally passing through Balipu, the road ahead finally became flat, and Feng Yun quickly returned to the Military Mansion with Yan Qilin.

Since Yan Qilin was still wearing the hospital gown of the mental hospital, his appearance quickly attracted the attention of many officers and soldiers.

Naturally, this incident reached the ears of the chief soldier within a very short period of time.

"What? Director Feng brought back a mental patient wearing a hospital gown?"

The chief soldier's brows were twisted into a twist, and he snorted angrily:
"What on earth does this kid want to do? What kind of polling bureau he wants to set up, we also set it up for him. As a result, we haven't done anything about investigating the case until now, and instead found a mental patient?"

The lieutenant standing beside him also sighed helplessly:
"General Soldier, I think this matter was lack of consideration from the beginning.

But it's strange to say that although Director Feng is young, he has always been calm.

Since that meeting, it seemed as if he had changed suddenly, and the things he did became more and more unreliable. "

The chief soldier paced back and forth in the office. After a while, he looked at the lieutenant general and said:
"You go to the polling bureau for me and ask Director Feng to give us a time to solve the case, we can't just wait like this endlessly.

He has actually issued a military order, and the opportunity should be given to him, but it can't be given so blindly.

He'd better know what the responsibility was on him, and what the military order itself meant. "

"Yes!"

After receiving the order from the general soldier, the deputy general left the office very quickly, and at this time Feng Yun had just returned to the simple warehouse with Yan Qilin.

"This is the polling bureau. Although it is a bit crude now, it is a good start."

Feng Yun's words reached Yan Qilin's ears, but they did not dispel the doubts in his heart at all.

Yan Qilin looked around suspiciously, almost every place here revealed perfunctory and sloppy.

Swipe across the table for a while, and thick dust will appear on your fingers. You don't need to think about it, you know that this place has been abandoned for a long time, and it has just been opened.

But Feng Yun didn't seem to care about it at all. After returning, he sat at his desk, as if waiting for something.

"What does the polling bureau do?"

Yan Qilin's setting in the folklore game in his previous life was to be reticent and aloof, so this also means that every question he asks is very important to him.

Feng Yun looked at Yan Qilin, but did not respond immediately:

"Don't worry, I'll explain it to you, but we have to wait a little before that..."

While Feng Yun was speaking, a group of officers and soldiers had already obeyed Feng Yun's order and left the military mansion.

They went straight to Balipu, and soon surrounded the two entrances and exits of Balipu.

However, until now, Balipu is still blocked, and the fat man full of quackery is still pulling the middle-aged man, and he will not let him go.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is obviously a fraud to sell a porcelain bowl engraved with a microwave oven as an antique.

But this fat man seemed to be a victim himself, he had to ask the middle-aged man for an explanation.

Its core purpose is nothing more than not refunding money or returning goods. Don’t blame the uneven road if you are not good enough.

There is no other way, this is the rule of the antique industry, and it really doesn't depend on anyone if you miss it.

As far as this middle-aged man is concerned, he is really unreasonable now. In desperation, he even had the idea that it would be a big deal to spend money to avoid disaster.

However, at this moment, a group of officers and soldiers came to Balipu in full armor. This place is called a ghost market. officers and soldiers.

The appearance of the officers and soldiers quickly dispersed the gathered crowd.

After all, this group of officers and soldiers was not easy to mess with at first glance, and each of them walked in a hurry, obviously performing some mission.

The fat man, who was holding the middle-aged man and staring at him just now, was stunned when he saw the officers and soldiers standing in front of his booth, and then changed his appearance as if he changed his face:

"Hey, sir, what kind of road are we here, why is there such a big commotion? Are you going to buy antiques or something?"

However, the leading officer and soldier waved his hand immediately after looking at the fat man carefully:
"Take it!"

(End of this chapter)