Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 296 So arrogant

"Check, Liang Zhilin, Sandaoliang, Shi Xinzhi, Shuangmulin, ID number 6******"

"Director, we found out: native of Shanghai, born in 1970, freelance... From 2006 to 2011, he traveled to Shanghai, Nanchang, Jingdezhen, Xi'an, Nanjing, Guangzhou, Dalian, Shenyang, Fuzhou many times... …Flight information and hotel check-in information are available…”

"In which year and time of year are the most frequent visitors to Jingdezhen?"

“I went there three times from April to September 2008, and each time I stayed for more than a week!”

"Where's Dalian?"

"May to July 2011."

"What about later?"

"The latest one was in Shanghai in August 2011, and I stopped for nearly a year, and it seemed that I had never been anywhere. Then in October of the following year, my ID card was cancelled, and I was reported to have died due to illness!"

He flew to nearly half of the more than [-] provinces in the country, but avoided the capital?

What a coincidence:

The smuggling group's antique porcelain factory in Jingdezhen started construction in April 2008 and took half a year to complete.

The one in Dalian was just a smuggling point, so it took a relatively short time. It only took two months, which happened to be September to November.

The last time Lin Ziliang went to Shanghai and came into contact with the international scientific research information smuggling group was in August 2011, and he was arrested in September.

After that, he was sentenced in January of the following year and committed suicide in May.

Not long after his death, his ID card was canceled?

"Adjust photos!"

“What’s on file is a temporary ID card, it’s not very clear!”

"That's fine!"

Fang Hui clicked the mouse, and Zhang Hanguang took a closer look: Good guy... More than "not sure"?

The photo was pitch black, dot after dot, with dense watermarks and lines, as if the face had been cut dozens of times.

Not to mention whether this was Lin Ziliang or not, he could barely recognize it as a man.

Looking at the detailed notes, the information before 2006 is marked "lost for some reason!"

"Haha?" Zhang Hanguang smiled instead: It was a good thing it was lost, and the photo was taken well.

Who in the right mind would use such an ID card?

Zhang Hanguang is at least [-] to [-]% sure that this is Lin Ziliang.

But just guessing that Liang Zhilin is Lin Ziliang is useless. You have to dig him out to know whether he is the mastermind behind it.

The question is, no matter how far down the search goes, how long will it take to find it?

It takes time, but what the police lack most is time: Tang Ling confessed a lot, including several old cases, but she insisted that she did it all.

When asked who her accomplice was, she asked the police instead: Isn’t it enough that I have confessed so much?

There are quite a few, but they are all overseas. I haven’t found out whether there is such a person.

As for Ah Cai and Lao Hei, they are diehards who refuse to speak.

So, if we keep dragging it out like this, we still want to catch the mastermind behind it? Even eating shit can't keep up with the heat...

Just like that time in Shanghai: He Xizai had just been arrested, and within a week, all the key personnel of the Jingdezhen counterfeiting base had disappeared.

In comparison, if Tang Ling is a big fish, He Xizai is at best a shrimp. No matter whether the boss behind the scenes is Lin Ziliang or not, as long as his IQ is online, if he cannot contact her, he will immediately order the backbone in the country: I will evacuate as quickly as you can...

Everyone frowned: I just found some clues, but it feels like it’s broken again?

Shen Xuehu thought for a while: "Can you think differently?"

Zhang Hanguang said nothing and shook his head: It's useless.

The so-called cunning rabbit has three caves, just look at Tang Ling and you will know: Tang Ling, Chen Jiali, Tang Li, Ren Yao, Ruan Ling, plus her real name Su Haitang, there are six passports with Chinese names alone, plus Thailand, Philippines , Malaysia, Myanmar, etc., there are more than ten books.

If Lin Ziliang is really the big boss behind the scenes, guess how many clones he has?

What's more, the name Liang Zhilin will no longer be used in 2011, so no matter how many times you check, it will be useless.

It would be best to find out the scope of his recent activities, the trajectory of his activities, and his commonly used identities. To put it bluntly, even if it is to coordinate an international police investigation, a rough scope must be defined. It is impossible for all countries in the world to issue a notice.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Hanguang couldn't figure out the reason. He was at a loss.

Immediately, he was stunned again: Li Dingan hugged his arms and stared at the ceiling, as if in a daze.

"Hey, it's dawn!"

"what?"

"what are you thinking?"

"What else can you think of besides treasures... Well, why don't you check?"

"The clue is broken: there is indeed Liang Zhilin, and the trajectory of his activities is basically consistent with the main event nodes of the smuggling group, but after Lin Ziliang committed suicide, this person died."

"What a coincidence?"

"It's really a coincidence, that's why I gave it up... Think about it again, do you have any other ideas?"

"Have!"

Li Ding'an nodded, but Zhang Hanguang was stunned: I just asked casually, do you really have it?

"Check the auction, check the transaction records!"

"What do you mean...what can we find out?"

"How many times have I caused trouble and how much damage have I caused to them, but Tang Ling doesn't even know who I am? So before, I thought: she is her, Lin Ziliang is Lin Ziliang, smuggling is smuggling, treasures are treasures... Subconsciously, I felt that the treasure had nothing to do with Lin Ziliang.

What now? He actually started digging more than ten years ago. Where did the treasure map come from? Although they still haven't found anything yet, they still haven't given up, and may be planning to dig for more than ten years... What does he rely on, just that painting? Think about it again, if you were Lin Ziliang, what would you do? "

Keep looking for clues, keep looking for clues... Any clues related to "Ning Wang Chongbao" are just like Li Ding'an now.

Let’s talk about it the other way round: If Bada Shanren can draw a treasure map, can he also draw a second one, or even a third one?

"Fang Hui, check all the transaction records about Bada Shanren and Prince Ning's cultural relics... Ye Gaoshan, contact the major auction companies, and within half an hour, no matter whether they are domestic or foreign, any transaction records related to these two cultural relics Send me all your exhibition, auction, and transaction images..."

Zhang Hanguang's face was full of excitement, "Is there anything else?"

Of course there is...mirror porcelain!

He had always thought that for such advanced and complex optical porcelain technology, the smuggling group must rely on foreign scientific research institutions or even military industry institutions.

But if it were Lin Ziliang, as long as the machine was in place, he could be assigned as many assistant researchers as he wanted. No special expertise was required.

Because this set of technology was initiated by him, established by him, and studied by him. No one knows it better than him. Moreover, he has been researching and experimenting for so many years before, and then for more than ten years. Even if he rubs it with his hands, he can still make it. .

But there is a prerequisite: there are enough experimental materials.

Zhang Hanguang was anxious: "Say it!"

Li Ding'an sighed: "Check rare earths: boride, strontium, silicide, zirconate, titanate... There are only a few domestic rare earth export companies, and customs control is so strict, whether it is for military or military use For civilian use, every transaction object and final flow has been investigated, investigated, confirmed and confirmed...

So no matter how many avatars he has or how many leather bag companies he has registered, as long as it involves the export of rare earths, there is absolutely no trace of fraud... Only when the industrial scale and research capabilities reach a certain level can the country where he lives authorize it. Just follow this to check your qualifications for trading with us. Even if you can't find the person, you can definitely find the related companies..." ˆ ˆ ˆ "Boron, strontium, zirconium, titanium..." Zhang Hanguang's jaw almost dropped to the ground, "Lin Ziliang Are you buying these to build missiles or laser cannons? "

Lead a sharp point?

The corners of Li Ding'an's mouth twitched: "We've all mentioned civilian use, civilian use... These types of rare earths can be used to make missiles and laser cannons, but they can also be used to make chips and optical porcelain... Optical porcelain, optical porcelain..."

Li Ding'an didn't know about the other cups, but those cups definitely used these...such as strontium compound, which is one of the necessary materials for light storage and reflection in mirror cups...

"What about Guangci, why don't I know... what does it have to do with Lin Ziliang..."

As he asked, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhang Hanguang's mind: Li Ding'an had said more than once that he would establish his own research center. I even asked casually what he was studying, and he said it was undecided.

Undecided about your uncle...

Why are you so generous, taking out technological achievements with an output value of tens of billions without even frowning?

Damn, you actually hid something?

Seeing that he was frozen, Li Dingan's eyes widened: "Will you check it or not?"

"Check, check..." He just turned around, then turned back, grinning as if he had a toothache, "You...are you willing to do it?"

If you really want to catch Lin Ziliang, will this set of techniques be called "Guo"?

Li Ding'an sighed again: What should we do?

Raising sunken ships, assembling ancient porcelain, studying top-notch ancient porcelain craftsmanship, counterfeiting antiques, smuggling... This is no longer a criminal group, but an empire.

He has countless identities, private armed forces, and bases in the country. He dares to kill people whenever he wants, even the police.

And you can come back to life after death...imagine how much energy this has?

Every time I think of the name Lin Ziliang, my heart trembles.

Still making money, making a living?

Kill him as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

As for technology, there is no reason to open it up, why are you stupid enough to copy it?

Even if he is copying, he should copy the paper with [-] points and get [-] points...

"Let's check first, we're not sure if it's him!"

Not necessarily shit.

Once is a coincidence, two or three times are coincidences, but what about a dozen or dozens of times?

If it weren't for Lin Ziliang behind Tang Ling, Zhang Hanguang would have chewed up the computer screen.

……

The keyboard clicked and the phone calls came one after another. The more than thirty police officers were like clockwork machines, full of energy.

As time passed, Li Dingan stared at the ceiling and continued to be in a daze.

There are only two words in my mind: treasure, treasure, treasure.

If you can't make mirror-glazed porcelain, you have to find something to make up for it, right?

Therefore, we still have to find a way to find the treasure.

It feels like there is a layer of window paper that breaks when you poke it...

"Director..."

With an exclamation, Li Ding'an came back to his senses. He looked down and saw Fang Hui clicking the mouse vigorously, feeling that his hands were shaking.

The screen is divided in half. The left half is a surveillance photo, as if in an auction hall. A huge poster fills one wall: Chasing Light in Japan: China Guardian 2022 Autumn Auction will enter Tokyo on September 9.

There were many people sitting on the poster, but most of them were blurred, leaving only the side face of a man: wearing a peaked cap, plain glasses, with a focused expression, which should be the subject of the auction in the stands.

The right half is a frontal photo of Lin Ziliang, who is deep and steady with a unique temperament.

A green line is scanning, and red dots appear continuously on the two photos, some fleeting, and some getting deeper and deeper.

Li Ding'an compared it carefully: "It doesn't feel like it?"

"You don't understand... He's had plastic surgery... But don't talk about plastic surgery. Even if his face is transformed into a pig's head, he can still be recognized... Oh!"

As he was talking, the computer beeped, and a line of small words appeared on the screen: Similarity, [-]%...

"It's him...it's him, it's Lin Ziliang!"

The command center was boiling, like a pot of boiling water.

With more work in hand and more discipline, no one dared to come over and take a look, but all eyes were fixed on the computer screen in front of Fang Hui.

The coincidence degree is [-]%, which means that this is the same person.

it's him……

Like a frightened cat, Zhang Hanguang jumped up and hugged him.

Looking thin, weighing more than a hundred pounds, Li Ding'an was thrown up by him: "I found it, it's him... it's him... I'll give you credit... I'll give you credit..."

"Are you so crazy?"

He was cursing in his heart, but his eyes were staring straight at the computer, with light flowing in his pupils: The treasure was not found, but Lin Ziliang was dug out first?

As soon as he finished speaking, another "bang" sound came from the side: Zuo Feng rose too hard and knocked down the chair. He pointed at the screen with one hand and trembled slightly: "Found it..."

It is a video material sent by the General Administration of Customs, with subtitles at the bottom: Civilian Rare Earth Export License Management Meeting, held in March this year.

It was still the venue, and there were still many people sitting there. There was a Taiwanese signature in front of everyone. They were all from electronics companies in Wandao. For example, Hon Hai Precision, TSMC, and many companies whose names I have never heard of.

Immediately, the scene froze, leaving only a close-up photo of a middle-aged man. He was sitting in the third row, and there was a sign on the table: Lingguang Electronics.

There is no need to compare this time. Anyone with long eyes can recognize that this person is the man wearing the peaked cap at the Tokyo auction.

Look at the name again, Qi Lin!

Qi Lin, Qi Lin... Lin Ziliang, Qi Ying, Lin Siqi!

Li Ding'an took a breath: Lin, are you really arrogant?

"Boom..." Like a wooden stake, Li Ding'an was slammed to the ground. Zhang Hanguang gritted his teeth and said with a ferocious face: "Continue to investigate!"

With photos and facial images, whenever he crosses the border, passes through customs, takes a plane, or even goes shopping, all relevant traces can be dug out.

Following this Lingguang Electronics, you can find related companies, whether it is ceramics, art, transportation, research centers, or dens... none of them can escape, not even this person!

Please give me credit, I must give you credit...

Two bars, two bars must be used...

As if he was drunk, his face glowed red, Zhang Hanguang turned around sharply: Well, where are the people?

"Where's Li Ding'an?"

"I'm back in the office, and I'm going to look for clues again!"

"Let him stroke, the more strokes the better..." Zhang Hanguang clenched his fists and controlled his throbbing, "Get the director, I want to report..."

(End of this chapter)