Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 282 Bada Shanren’s paintings, porcelain factory
It was very quiet in the corridor, and the footsteps made a soft "rustling" sound on the carpet.

The monitor was right above his head, and the small red light kept flashing. Li Ding'an looked up and sneered.

The eighteenth floor is full of suites: business suites, executive suites, and presidential suites.The price is not very expensive, the cheapest room costs [-], so there are very few people staying here.

After the incident at the night market, Chen Jingshu and Li Ding'an moved in, but unexpectedly they laid the root of the disaster...

Heaving a sigh of relief, Li Dingan walked forward and reached the elevator.

A gorgeous carpet with red flowers on a yellow background and embroidered with wildflowers.He lowered his head and took a closer look, and saw a few drops of dark oil on the petals. Li Dingan squatted down and touched it, but it was still wet.

The oil stain on the female bodyguard's chest must have been caused here.

Looking to the side, the pile of carpet fell to both sides, with a faint trace in the middle, extending to a small door next to it.

Li Ding'an walked over, unbuckled the plate, and slowly pulled it open.

It was a linen room with shelves against the wall, which contained bed sheets, quilt covers, bath cloths, etc.On the ground in the middle, four white people were lying.

They were all men. They only had shorts on them and their shoes were thrown all over the floor. They looked peaceful and slept soundly.

Fortunately, no injuries were sustained...

He sighed softly and closed the door.

……

"Remember to call more ambulances: there are four hotel staff among the linens, and they are all stunned."

"I told you not to run around?"

"You mean a hammer? I didn't run around before, I was an honest group, but what's the result?"

Probably because he was stunned by the scolding, Zhang Hanguang didn't reply to the message for a long time.

Li Dingan put away his mobile phone and entered the elevator.

Immediately, there were two more vibrations in his pocket, and he didn't bother to look: it must be Zhang Hanguang scolding him.

It was close to eight o'clock and the hall was very lively with people coming and going.

The neon lights at the door flashed back and forth, spreading colorful light.The parking lot was very bright, cars were coming in and out, and several security guards were busy but not chaotic.

There were two bottles of stone sculptures standing on both sides of the steps, and a commercial vehicle was parked next to it, with the ignition and lights on, as if it was waiting for someone.

The window was open a crack, and a few wisps of smoke drifted out. The car lights happened to shine through, and through the car film, I could vaguely see a person sitting in the front and passenger seats...

"On the left side of the door, next to the stone sculpture, there is a blue GL8. There are two people in the car, both in the front row."

"This is what the police are supposed to do."

"Really, why don't I know?"

Zhang Hanguang was silent again, and it took him a long time to ask: Where are you going?
"It's okay, just take a walk."

"Just take a stroll and go back to your room quickly. We can handle it locally!"

I thought so too before...

When he didn't reply, Li Ding'an stretched out his hand to stop him: "Master, Raoyu Hotel... Oh, if there is a hardware store on the way, please stop..."

……

The night scene is beautiful, with colorful light strips wrapped around the trees, and huge light beams inserted into the night sky, intertwined and intertwined.The moon is missing a corner, like a piece of cake that has been bitten.

Soft music was playing in the car, the windows were half-open, and the misty moisture was particularly cool.

"Boss, here we are!"

"Thank you!"

Li Ding'an got out of the car and looked around slowly.

The building is slightly shorter, with only twelve floors. It covers a small area and is smaller in scale.

The decoration is very luxurious, with lights all over the wall, making it brighter than during the day.

The window sill is not wide enough to allow one person to stand.Not far from each other, but not close either: at least two meters.

What was your standing long jump when you were in school?

After all the calculations, Li Ding'an looked at the bag in his hand: It's done...

The phone buzzed and he answered it.

"You didn't run around, did you?"

"It's in the hotel. If you don't believe me, just listen!"

A greeter stood at the door, and he gently bent his waist: "Welcome!"

"That's good... Tang Ling found the person you mentioned: a Singaporean, holding a tourist passport, who came half a month ago... the number of times he enters and exits is not many, less than once a year..."

"there is none left?"

"The rest are still being investigated!"

Okay, I'll take what you said as true.

"Okay, I understand, the police are here, hang up first!"

"so slow?"

Zhang Hanguang was still muttering, and the phone became a blind tone...

"Hello, this is the Raoyu Hotel switchboard. Please dial the extension number or room number..."

1208!

"Beep...beep..." rang for nearly a minute, but no one answered.

Indeed no one.

Call the front desk again: "Hello, I am Mr. Tang's friend. I have a document that will be sent to the front desk later. Please pass it on...Mr. Tang lives in 1208. Don't make a mistake."

"Sir, wait a moment, let me check...Yes!"

Yes just fine!

Li Dingan put away his mobile phone and entered the hall.

"Hello sir!"

"Are there any rooms on the twelfth floor?"

"some!"

"Open a room in even numbers!"

"Both 1206 and 1202 are here. They are both executive suites. Do you think that's okay?"

"casual……"

……

Not long after, he entered the room, Mr. Tang's room.

The screen window was removed to one side, the night wind blew slowly, and the white curtain fluttered lightly, making a "squeaking" sound.

There were no lights on in the room, but it was very bright outside, and there was plenty of light coming in: the living room was large and a bit messy, with a few clothes thrown on the sofa and shoes scattered across the door.

The smell is very mixed: the smell of perfume, food, air freshener, and furniture are mixed together. It's not unpleasant, but it's weird.

The doors of the two suites were half open, and the curtains were tightly drawn. It was impossible to see the specific situation, but at least it was certain that there was absolutely no one in the room.

After untying the rope from his waist, installing the screen and closing the window, Li Dingan gently got off the ground...

Ten minutes later, he looked confused:
Three suitcases, containing only clothes, shoes, and two passports.There is a man and a woman. The woman is Tang Ling and the man is Cheng Cai, who is also a Singaporean.

There are two rooms, one is a bit messy and the other is very neat. It seems that the two of them usually sleep together.

There was a laptop in the living room and a pile of cosmetics in the bathroom.

There was nothing weird, no weapons, no contraband, not even a fruit knife.

But it shouldn't be.

The mess in the room shows that the waiters rarely come in to clean it.

The smell is very strong, and it can be seen that the windows are rarely opened for ventilation.The curtains by the window sill were stained with dust, indicating that they were rarely opened.

There must be something shady...

Frowning and thinking for a while, he looked at the notebook on the table again.

I have just seen it: it is clean inside and out, and the battery is sufficient, which proves that it is used regularly.

But there is a power-on password...

As he was thinking about it, his phone buzzed. Li Dingan glanced at it: it wasn't a message this time, Zhang Hanguang called directly.

He walked quietly to the door and looked through the peephole: there was no one outside, and it was also very quiet in the corridor.

"what happened again?"

"Where did you go? You said you were not in the room, not in the parking lot or in the lobby?"

"hotel!"

"Go back to your room quickly, the police want to know the situation..."

"Okay, right now!"

After a pause, Li Ding'an opened his notebook and said, "Help me, I forgot my computer power-on password, what should I do?"

"Whose computer?"

"mine!"

impossible!
With your memory and professionalism, you use your notebook every day. How could you forget your password?
Zhang Hanguang had an idea: "Where are you?"

"hotel!"

"which hotel?"

Li Ding'an fell silent.

"Damn...Raoyu Hotel...are you looking for Tang Ling?"

"Didn't you find out?"

"No...how did you get in?"

With a "squeak", Zhang Hanguang seemed to have kicked the chair over, "You don't want your life...does he have a gun?"

"There were some just now, quite a lot: four!"

"I...is wrong?"

In an instant, Zhang Hanguang had an idea, "Where's that pistol? Is it a Browning?"

Li Ding'an became silent again. "I'll do...what the hell do you want to do?"

A roar came from the phone, and then it turned into a plea, "Li Ding'an, don't be impulsive... You have a great future, you have a father and mother, grandparents... and you are so beautiful, so rich, and so wealthy Two capable girlfriends..."

Bastard, investigate me?
Li Ding'an slowly plugged in the network cable: "I'll be back as soon as I get the information. Help me turn on the computer first!"

"You fart!"

I just fooled you back then, but you dared to complain to the minister. Today they are coming to kill you. If you don't take revenge, I will take your last name...

"I'm not going to lie to you, just get the information, and I promise, there will definitely be something you want in it!"

Get information about wool?

How do you know what's in a room before you enter it?
Zhang Han was trembling angrily and had no idea for a moment.

Gritting his teeth, he roared: "Fang Hui, connect with him and turn on his phone... Zuo Feng, notify Shen Xuehu and send a team to Raoyu Hotel to control Tang Ling and related personnel... Hurry, We must be quick...and this bastard, I'll cuff him too..."

Li Ding settled for a moment and finally sighed with sadness.

He didn't stop him, even if he wanted to, he couldn't...

"Director, we don't have the authority, and this is not in accordance with the procedures!"

"Of course I know it's not in compliance with the procedures... Just tell him, it's okay not to arrest him: Either Li Ding'an kills Tang Ling, or Tang Ling kills Li Ding'an, let him choose one..."

"How dare I kill someone?"

"Then you bring a gun and do it?"

"Self-defense!"

"Beware of you... Li Ding'an, if you can, don't go back to the capital. I'll kill you... Bang..."

I don’t know where I dropped my phone, but it hung up anyway. Li Ding’an muttered: So angry?
Immediately, the computer screen went dark, and several rows of codes were displayed on it. Within a few dozen seconds, the screen lit up again.

Haha, is it open?
Professional is indeed professional.

The screen is very clean, with only four icons: browser, recycle bin, folders, and a mailbox icon.

Li Ding'an first clicked on the folder and looked at it.

There are not many things, including a soil and hydrological survey of Fengcheng, archaeological records of the Hongzhou kiln ruins, and an assessment of the market prospects of antique celadon.

It's all quite normal, and the data is very detailed, not something pieced together.

But it was useless to Li Ding'an.

When I opened the browser again, it was quite normal: most of them were browsing records of some luxury online stores, and I also inquired about tourist attractions in Nanchang and Fengcheng, etc.

Still useless.

Wasted effort?
Sighing, Li Ding'an clicked on the mailbox again.

Well, no password?
It must have been deleted. There were not many emails, just a few, most of which were official push messages.There was only one message actually sent and received, without title or remarks, and the receiving time was four days ago.

He moved the mouse and clicked it.

what?
10% chlorine water, 25% chlorine water, take turns to remove the fire...

Baking soda and walnut oil add color…

30% sea sand, 70% rice flour, crystal polished cotton dipped in water to rub the lines...

Fresh butter soaked in batter, temperature: 38℃...

Solder metal: Al2O3, AgCu28Ni1.5,…

Temperature: 830℃, insulation: 15min...

The electric furnace temperature controls the bubble breaking, and the gray manganese oxygen reagent generates light...

Li Ding'an's eyes widened every time he read one, and when he saw "butter soaked in batter", his mind clicked.

what is this?
Most of the overseas porcelain and antique porcelain distressing techniques are the research results of Lin Ziliang, and the rest are all derived from this set of techniques.

Especially the last three items: He had seen the technique of wrapping fresh butter in batter once: the cup that Qu Yanan gave to Gao Shengdong.

Solder is a material used for vacuum brazing. When the electric furnace breaks the bubbles, it means the electric furnace burns quickly... He has only seen these two techniques once: Shanghai!

Haha...have you seen a ghost?
Whether he was looking for information or had anything the police needed... he was all there to fool Zhang Hanguang.

I just feel that there is nothing abnormal in the whole room, but this computer is the only one I haven’t looked at. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I just try my luck.

How could you imagine that your mouth seems to be opened, and you can say whatever you want?
He even suspected that the antique celadon that he had not yet had time to study also used Lin Ziliang's technology?
Li Ding'an breathed out hard, picked up his phone, took a photo, and sent it to Zhang Hanguang.

"what is this?"

Don’t you know about the case you are responsible for?
Li Ding'an was already lazily scolding: "Do you remember the research materials that Lao Wang and Xiao Sun sent you after they just arrived at the National Expo and took pictures while I wasn't paying attention?"

"Porcelain aging technology?"

"Yes, and most of them are Lin Ziliang's skills!"

"I go……"

Zhang Hanguang was stunned for a moment, but after a moment's thought, he felt something was wrong: "What a coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence: I forgot that I told you more than half a month ago that these people are most likely related to the case you are responsible for!"

"Of course I haven't forgotten it, but... forget it, let me be direct: tell the truth, did you do anything?"

"I'm going to move my hair... Open your eyes wide and look: this is the mailbox, the receipt date was four days ago... Open your eyes wider again and look at the last two items: The electric stove wire temperature control bubble breaks, that is, the electric stove is about to burn.

Brazing is vacuum brazing, which is a high-tech welding technology. Al2O3 is aluminum oxide, which is the main component of porcelain. AgCu28Ni1.5 is a silver-copper-nickel alloy with specific proportions and specific properties, which can only be used for porcelain welding..."

High-tech welding, electric furnace burning quickly...

For a moment, Zhang Hanguang's hair stood on end: "Holy crap, a dragon-patterned vat?"

"Do you believe it now?"

"Xinxinxin...Fang Hui, hurry up, hurry up...reconnect, remote backup..."

Zhang Han's voice trembled, "I knew I still had to rely on you..."

Bastard, that's not what you said when you scolded me just now.

"Don't control the computer, I'll look for it again!"

"Good... search, the more you find, the better... Can't I nail her? Also, Shen Xuehu has sent someone there. If they return to the room early, don't be impulsive..."

With this thing, why should I be so impulsive?

In major cases involving ministers and governors, let alone a Singapore passport, even one from Mars is not easy to use.

Should I let you run?

Li Dingan breathed a long sigh of relief, said "Yeah", and logged out of the mailbox again.

That's basically it. Even if there are hidden documents that can be hidden from yourself, they can never be hidden from the public security information department.

Oh no…and the Recycle Bin.

But the desktop is so clean and the oldest email in the mailbox is only a week old. There should be nothing valuable in it.

Secretly guessing, he should be more relaxed.

Sure enough, there were only two documents, one was a business plan for setting up an antique porcelain handicraft factory, which was the kind that was submitted to the local government for approval before purchasing the land.

There is also a copy of two pictures.

Li Ding'an clicked the mouse again.

What is this, a painting?
Moreover, it is an ancient ink painting, which should have been scanned and transmitted. It is very clear: a black dog is sitting on the ground, with dirty hair and a spin on its forehead.

Behind the dog is a river, with only four or five strokes, which is extremely concise.In the distance is a tree with an old and skinny trunk, three or four branches, and two or three leaves.

With just a few strokes, a sense of sadness emerges from the paper. The key point is that the two points representing the dog's eyes are not in the middle of the eye sockets, but in the upper position.At first glance, it looks like he is looking at the sky, but upon closer inspection, it looks more like he is rolling his eyes.

The dog that rolled its eyes... Bada Shanren?
Looking at the inscription and postscript, it turns out that there are two seals. One is "Eighteen 18", which was carved by Bada Shanren when he was 48 years old. The other is "In Fushanfang". This one is even later and first appeared when he was 65 years old. in the paintings.

It shows that this painting was painted after he was 65 years old.

Li Ding'an doesn't have much impression of this painting, and it's just a picture. I can't find out the reason through research. Moreover, Badashan lived and died here, and Tang Ling works in the industry related to antiques. I'll pay attention to it in my spare time. Very normal.

Li Ding'an clicked the X and opened another one.

Map, or three-dimensional?

Well... Ganjiang, Jiangwan Town Government, Hongzhou Kiln Ruins, Porcelain Factory, Copper Mine... are all clearly marked.Especially Jiangwan Porcelain Factory, apart from the words, there is only a small black dot in other places, but here it is a circle the size of a soybean, red and dazzling.

In the blank space on the outside of the map, another circle of dotted lines is drawn, twisting and turning, and I don't know what it represents.

But it looks vaguely familiar.

After thinking about it, Li Ding'an leaned back: Isn't this the dog just now?

Go back and click on the painting again: the wheel width, shape, and size are exactly the same.Including the river in the painting and the Ganjiang River in the map, the locations are exactly the same.

Look more carefully, the position of the dog's head is exactly the red circle: Jiangwan Porcelain Factory...

Paintings by Bada Shanren, maps of the porcelain factory?
For no reason, he thought of the Taoist temple in Liujiajing, Niu Shihui's double seal, and the Fang Zhuhe seal.

And, Tang Ling's style of "never give up until she can win the porcelain factory", even killing people...

The hand holding the mouse trembled: What does this mean?
It can't be... Bada Shanren's tomb?
What nonsense...

My mind is so messed up that I can't figure it out for a while.He quickly took out his mobile phone and clicked it twice.

Just after the filming was finished, another voice came from outside the door:
"Always stay!"

"Okay, then Mr. Tang, go to bed early!"

Tang Ling, Shi Hongguan...

Zhang Hanguang, you are such a good talker: did you really come up early?
It's too late to leave...

Li Ding'an breathed out, closed the computer, and gently closed the curtains.

Then he turned on his mobile phone camera and caught it in the gap between the sofa and the wall...

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and you can hear them coming from two people: one is light and the other is heavy, one is crisp and the other is muffled.

"Sister, there's no news about Lao Hei... He won't shrink, will he?"

"He wouldn't dare if Xiaowen was following him!"

"Will there be any surprises?"

"Xiaowen lives here. If there is an accident, the police will come after her... Don't panic. Make a call when you get in!"

"Okay...sister, your hair is still there and no one has come in!"

"Well, open the door!"

The footsteps stopped, Li Ding'an felt moved, opened the curtains and got in...

(End of this chapter)