Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Li Ding'an's eyes were like lightning as he searched the venue.

Found it: the woman was sitting in the front row, whispering something to the people around her.

As if she had a tacit understanding, Tang Jiali turned her head and smiled at Li Ding'an.

He suddenly thought of what the woman said for the second time: Could you ask Miss Quan to see the actual Arhat statue?
You laugh at your sister, you laugh, how can you not know that your man created her?
Pretending to look like...

Even now, Li Ding'an prides himself on his fiery eyes, but he really can't tell that this woman is acting.

Hey, that's not right...

Lin Ziliang, this bastard, wouldn’t even lie to his wife, would he?
I'll go...it's really possible...

He forced a smile and looked in the middle again.

Fujiwara stared at Arhat with a smile on his face, as if he was very excited.

Laugh at you uncle, you idiot!
I didn’t even know I was being tricked... I really deserved it.

Li Ding'an took a deep breath and straightened up: "Go and report!"

Wang Chengming was stunned for a moment: What is the good report?
Before he finished speaking, Li Dingan turned on his cell phone and started talking wildly.

Wang Chengming glanced at it, and then blood rushed to his head.

He was texting Zhang Hanguang, and everyone knew that the two of them had a good relationship, which was not surprising.

But what is abnormal is the content he sent to Zhang Hanguang: Lao Zhang, do you want to make meritorious service?

Lin Ziliang is here... What is this and what?
But Wang Chengming could guess that the porcelain statue Li Ding'an had just seen might be related to Lin Ziliang.

Is it imitated by Lin Ziliang?
So really?

If one goes by Li Ding'an's logic, he must have been taken away by Lin Ziliang... How is that possible?

"Believe me!"

Li Ding'an's tone was particularly solemn, "There is more than half a chance that he is in Singapore. Even if he is not there, there must be close friends... I don't expect you to catch him here, but you can find a way to check the flow of funds."

"What funds?"

"The transaction money for the collection...even if no one can afford the Arhat statue, there are also those porcelains that were auctioned before: believe me, including the fake Arhat, they are all Lin Ziliang's, and he is cashing out..."

"Who is he working with, Su Fubi, Christie, or Fujiwara?"

"I don't know, but I guess these families don't know it was him..."

"What about the real thing?"

"ask him!"

The information came so suddenly that Wang Chengming had no way to deal with it and could only report it... Although he didn't know whether Li Ding'an's guess was correct or not, and he thought it was impossible.

……

Rationally speaking, Li Ding'an also found it impossible, even more difficult to understand and unacceptable.

Do the math, to get the eighteen Arhats here, how many tricks did the people behind the scenes play, and how many people were deceived?
Mongolia, Kazakhstan, Japan, Su Fubi, Christie, Okura, Guo Jingzhi...

Several domestic departments may also be added, including Zhang Hanguang.

But his intuition told him: apart from Lin Ziliang, there could be no other person.

At least this Arhat statue looks like Lin Ziliang.

But think about it again: the antique porcelain base in Jingde, the smuggling route from Fuzhou to Southeast Asia, the international transfer station and den in Fuqing, and the armed training base in Myanmar...

So, why is it not possible?

……

In the hotel, Zhang Hanguang looked at two mobile phones with a confused look on his face:
One shows a text message sent by Li Ding'an: Lao Zhang, do you want to make meritorious service? Lin Ziliang is here...

The other part is the instruction from above: Verification is being carried out, do not act rashly...

This is a foreign country, am I acting rashly? I am acting rashly?
So, how can we check above?
Ye Gaoshan's eyes almost fell to the ground: "Real or false?"

"God knows?"

"How did he know?"

"Don't ask me..."

……

On the other side, Chen Jingshu was also answering the phone, on speakerphone, Quan Ying's voice trembled with excitement:

"Li Ding'an said that we can make at least 100 million this time... 100 million, Chen Jingshu?" "Yes, I know!"

"How do you know that Li Ding'an called?"

"No, let's talk about it when we get back..."

Li Ding'an said: Don't worry, I'm here to ensure your company is prosperous.

But compared to this, she would rather not have this 100 million, or this company...

……

The atmosphere in the hall is very strange.

The host did not introduce it, and the guests did not raise their placards. Instead, they put the written notes one after another into envelopes and asked the confidants to pass them up.

What do you mean, it's unnecessary to cover one's ears and steal the bell... You might as well just recite it directly.

But let’s put it another way: after all, it’s something stolen from another country, and you definitely don’t want to make a big deal about it. This method is just right.

What I didn't expect was that so many people took pictures?
Li Ding'an couldn't estimate how much this thing was worth, but no matter how small it was, a bottle would cost more than 100 million. So, are all Chinese businessmen in Southeast Asia so rich?

Hey, Tang Jiali also handed over the envelope?

acting?

He didn't know, and he wasn't in the mood to care. All he could think about was Lin Ziliang.

Suddenly, a thought came into my mind: Should I be disturbed?
Although they have never met, there is no doubt that he and Lin Ziliang are sworn enemies:

Large vat with dragon pattern at Shanghai auction.

Antique porcelain base in Jingde, Jiangxi.

The transit station in Fuzhou and the transit station in Liaodong.

And, Myanmar’s armed bases...

Piece by piece, pile by pile, they are all dried yellow by Li Ding'an. From Lin Ziliang's point of view, peeling him off and cramping his skin may not necessarily relieve his hatred.

So, this one is not missing...

He was about to make a move, thinking about whether to spread some news through Zhang Shibo, when his cell phone buzzed.

It was a text message. I didn’t recognize the number, but it was definitely not from China.

Let’s look at the content again: Do you want to know where the real thing is?

If you want to, just shut up...

In an instant, everyone in Li Dingan went numb.

I'll shut you up, uncle...

He resisted the urge to look around.

Lin Ziliang, it was definitely Lin Ziliang, otherwise, he would have swallowed the phone.

So, this bastard is spying on him...

But what?
This is abroad...

Li Ding'an gritted his teeth and threw the phone to Wang Chengming.

Wang Chengming glanced at it, his eyelids twitching slightly.

Although he was surprised before, he was more suspicious of Li Ding'an's unconstrained way of thinking.

But now?

The last time Lin Ziliang came to Singapore, he used this number.

I am not sure that he is in Singapore, but I am absolutely sure that Li Ding'an guessed correctly: he is the fake Arhat, and only he knows where the fake Arhat really is...

Where did he get such great ability?
Wang Chengming controlled his expression and walked out of the hall again.

At the same time, the auctioneer finished opening all the envelopes and knocked the gavel again: "Congratulations, Ms. Tang!"

Tang Jiali stood up and bowed slightly.

Li Ding'an's eyes widened: The sense of satisfaction on Tang Jiali's face that all her wishes have come true is definitely from the bottom of her heart.

What do you mean, it's a mistake?
Or, Lin Ziliang disowned his relatives and even cheated on his wife? (End of chapter)