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Chapter 127: He is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger? (Subscribe)
In the suburbs, Aoba Ceramics Factory.

Night is just falling and dusk has not yet completely faded. The remaining light is reflected on the roof and walls of the factory. The shadows of the trees swaying in the wind are like the fangs and claws of the night, lying on the earth.

In the distance, the mountains are undulating, with light and darkness interweaving, like a sleeping beast, appearing particularly strange in the dark night.

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening and the workers at the ceramic factory had all gone off work.

Inside the office, several key figures are gathered here.

Liu Qing was still wearing the cheongsam, but it was purple. She didn't have the simple and elegant temperament like when she was with Lao Zhang. At this moment, her true nature was revealed, and her temperament was somewhat charming and enchanting.

Purple is indeed full of charm.

In her hand, she held an ancient coin, slowly turning it over under the bright light, admiring it carefully:

"The font is vigorous and powerful, and the dragon is lifelike. It's really beautiful."

Under the light, the coin shows its outline. Through the traces of time on it, one can seem to see the ups and downs it has gone through for more than a hundred years, and one can also see it recreating its former glory.

Yes.

This is exactly the 'Fengtian One Liang' coin made by Lin Chuan.

Next to Liu Qing, Mr. Li, dressed in a casual suit, had a strange smile on his face: "If that kid knew that this coin was worth 46 million, he would probably regret it so much, right?"

"Ah--"

Liu Qin laughed, "By the time he knew, it was already too late."

"It's a pity that we also invested three million in cash." Mr. Li sighed and said okay.

Liu Qin glanced at Mr. Li and raised the corner of her mouth: "You are so mean that you are reluctant to give him 300 million."

"Don't even mention three million. I don't want to give him a penny." Mr. Li snorted coldly.

The 'Fengtian One or Two' has been obtained. Mr. Li is no longer as elegant as when dealing with Lin Chuan. Instead, his eyes are cold and his face is contemptuous.

After Liu Qing admired the 'Fengtian One Liang', she gently put the coin into a brocade box and smiled contemptuously: "Don't worry, the three million in his hand will also be ours."

Yes.

She still has the old card in her hand.

As long as Lao Zhang takes the bait and opens an antique shop, he will purchase goods from her, and then Lao Zhang's assets will be firmly controlled by her and he will be constrained by her.

And what about Lin Chuan?

As a newbie in the antique circle, Liu Qing thought that she only needed to use a little trick to make Lin Chuan lose everything in an instant. It was just an idea of ​​hers.

Liu Qing is very confident.

Her confidence comes from never failing.

The setting sun faded, and the moonlight shone down. The outline of the Qingye Ceramic Factory was looming, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of soil and ceramics.

Outside the ceramic factory, a beam of car light as bright as day shone in, and a black Audi A8 was parked outside the office.

Several big men got off the car, led by a middle-aged man with a big belly. With a cold light flashing in his eyes, he slowly walked into the office.

"The old wolf is coming."

Liu Qing glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently and smiled.

The middle-aged man called Lao Lang asked coldly as soon as he entered the door: "Where are the things?"

"Here it is."

Liu Qing pointed to a brocade box on the table.

Lao Lang was very familiar with the office of Qingye Ceramics Factory. He walked to Liu Qing, took the brocade box, opened it, took out the coin, and observed it carefully under the light: "It is indeed a good thing!"

"I have never failed in the antique business." A hint of pride appeared on Liu Qing's face, and the corners of her mouth rose.

"Well done. A sum of money will be transferred into your account soon, just as you expected." Lao Lang smiled and put the small brocade box into his suit pocket.

Liu Qing and Mr. Li smiled at each other.

Then, the old wolf's eyes turned cold and he looked at Liu Qing: "The boss has other instructions. After you control your fish, be ready to take action!"

Liu Qing's eyebrows flickered for a moment, and she asked, "Are you targeting that kid?"

Lao Lang added: "Not only did we take action against that boy, we also took care of his girlfriend and sent her to the factory."

"No problem." Liu Qing's eyes were covered with a layer of coldness.

"Let's go." The old wolf said and turned away.

"Be careful, don't get caught."

"Bullshit!" the old wolf cursed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw inexplicable black shadows overlapping in the darkness in front of him.

Just as he was wondering, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Four or five red flashes flashed, accompanied by a unique alarm sound, and several strong lights shone in. In the vast night, the old wolf's eyes were dazzled and his heart was horrified.

The police are coming!

"Hold still, police!"

When Lao Lang was about to escape, the cold muzzle of a gun was already against his forehead, ready to fire a bullet powerful enough to penetrate his forehead at any time, making him dare not act rashly at all.

Then, the silver handcuffs were cuffed on his hands with a "click".

At this time, he squatted on the ground and could see the huge scene in the night.

Just in front of the office building of Qingye Ceramics Factory, there is a group of fully armed policemen. They are neatly dressed, have firm expressions, hold dazzling and intimidating weapons in their hands, and are in high spirits.

In the night, the air in the ceramic factory was filled with tension.

Grass!
Lao Lang never expected that there would be a police ambush tonight. At this moment, he had already greeted Liu Qing and Mr. Li dozens of times in his heart.

At this moment, Liu Qing and Mr. Li were also terrified.

When they heard the alarm and saw through the window the figures of policemen standing under the flashing lights, their faces showed expressions of intense horror.

"Did you call the police?"

Liu Qing immediately turned her gaze towards Mr. Li, her eyes full of anger, and even a hint of coldness flashed across them.

Mr. Li's face was extremely ugly. He quickly shook his head and said in a crying voice: "Sister Liu, it was definitely not me who called the police!"

"Only you, me and Lao Lang know about this. Who else knows?" Liu Qing frowned, his face gloomy.

"Could it be that kid Lin Chuan?" Liu Qing's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Impossible! He is counting money at home now!" Mr. Li said hurriedly.

"Find a way to escape first!" Liu Qing made a quick decision in a panic.

However, the entire Qingye Ceramic Factory had been surrounded by Anling’s criminal police team and anti-fraud police, and no one could get in or out.

Don’t even mention that two people of that size can’t escape.

Even if a fly comes, you have to squat down with your head in your hands and wait for interrogation.

Outside the ceramic factory office, the flash lights were still flashing, and the alarm sounds were particularly clear in the silent night sky, pouring into the ears of Liu Qing and General Manager Li.

The two of them felt increasingly uneasy.

"You are surrounded. Don't struggle in vain. Put your hands on your head and squat down!"

boom!
The office door was broken open and a cold voice came in.

Shen Qianqian held the gun with both hands and pressed it against Liu Qing's head, while another police officer quickly handcuffed her.

The same is true for Mr. Li.

In tonight's operation, Anling police successfully arrested the three leaders and some of their so-called entourage.

……

"Name."

"Liu Qing." "Surname."

"Female."

"Profession."

“Antique business.”

In the interrogation room, Shen Qianqian was wearing a neat police uniform and a high ponytail. She stared at the woman in the purple cheongsam in front of her with a cold expression: "Is it just an antique business?"

"Yes, I have been engaged in the sale of antiques. Some time ago, I visited the antique market in Anling and found it very promising, so I thought about developing in Anling."

Liu Qing sat on the cold tiger bench in the interrogation room, trying to conceal the truth.

On the way back to the police station, she remained silent, wondering what went wrong that led to such a large-scale arrest operation by the Anling police?
She never came up with an answer.

In addition, she was also wondering whether the police might have any evidence in their hands?

But no matter how much she thought about it, she still had no answer.

In her eyes, this arrest was too strange, as if it came out of nowhere.

Is it a coincidence?
Or was it Laolang who led the police here, so he was captured and investigated as well?

It's very possible!

"Besides antiques, have you ever worked in any other industries?" Shen Qianqian asked slowly.

"No."

Liu Qing shook her head.

"Do you have any business dealings with the Laojie factory in Myanmar?" Shen Qianqian asked Liu Qing with sharp eyes.

Liu Qing was shocked, but she tried her best to appear calm and shook her head again to deny it: "I have never heard of the Myanmar Old Street Factory."

"is it?"

Shen Qianqian suddenly curled up the corners of her mouth, smiled slightly, and placed an A4 paper in front of Liu Qing.

Liu Qing looked down and her face froze.

On the paper, there were clear records of her many contacts with the Laojie factory in Myanmar.

"Are you sure you haven't heard of the Burma Street factory area?"

Shen Qianqian asked again.

Liu Qing looked up at Shen Qianqian's eyes and suddenly felt oppressive. The cold walls around her were like little bugs biting her skin.

That contact record was like a bomb placed in front of her, ready to explode at any time.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I haven't heard of it. Some overseas customers need to order some ceramic antiques, and I can't tell which factory they are from."

Shen Qianqian didn't seem to be bothered by Liu Qing's refusal to admit it. She returned to the table, took out another A4 paper, put it in front of Liu Qing's table, blinked, and asked, "You should have heard it by now, right?"

Liu Qing looked at the contents on the A4 paper.

suddenly!

Her pupils suddenly shrank!
The paper clearly recorded the fact that she had laundered money for the Myanmar Old Street factory many times, as well as the text version of the recorded conversation between her and the Myanmar Old Street factory.

Among them, it was even detailed as to what antiques she auctioned and how much she earned.

She suddenly realized that this arrest operation by the Anling police was not caused by Lao Lang, but was aimed at her!
"You don't have to confess, but just take a look at these." Shen Qianqian brought another A4 paper and placed it in front of her.

This piece of paper shows the antique scams she has been involved in over the past two years.

The paper records the victim's relevant information and the amount of money defrauded.

Liu Qing swallowed deeply, her slightly cloudy eyes full of disbelief.

The three A4 papers that Shen Qianqian placed in front of her made her feel like she was stripped naked.

Yes, that's what it feels like.

She suddenly felt that she no longer had any secrets at all, and all her criminal records had nowhere to hide!

However, Liu Qing frowned.

What she didn't understand was how the Anling police found so much information about her?

"Can you tell the truth now?" Shen Qianqian looked at Liu Qing in front of her and asked with a smile on her face.

For the first time, she felt that interrogation was such an easy thing. All the information was checked clearly and the naked evidence was laid out before her, making it impossible for the suspect to refute.

"Can I ask a question?"

Liu Qing took a deep breath and suddenly asked.

"You ask." Shen Qianqian nodded.

"Who gave you this information?" Liu Qing raised her eyes and looked at Shen Qianqian.

"No comment."

Shen Qianqian refused without hesitation, saying that this was out of protection for the material provider.

Liu Qing fell silent, her mind racing, constantly screening out people she might have offended recently, as well as people who might be investigating her.

She got away with all the scams in the past.

During this period, she has been concentrating on antique defrauding Zhang De from Xingfu Community, and even went so far as to become Zhang De's girlfriend.

Could it be... that Zhang De discovered this antique bureau and is investigating me?

Liu Qing thought so.

But the next second she shook her head and put the idea behind her. With Lao Zhang's intelligence, he couldn't even see through this antique scam, let alone investigate her criminal record.

Zhang De’s daughter, Xiao Zhang?

A second candidate popped up in her mind, but she quickly rejected it. She had dealt with Xiao Zhang several times. Xiao Zhang had her own opinions but not many, and was more dependent on her boyfriend.

Lin Chuan?

Lin Chuan!

When this name appeared in her mind, she was startled and the whole thing suddenly made sense to her!

Lin Chuan is not a novice in antiques!

How could a novice in antiques possibly find a 'Fengtian Yiliang' right at the start?
Moreover, at 7 o'clock tonight, I agreed with Lao Lang to hand over the "Fengtian Yiliang", and it happened that at this time, the police came to round up.

Now it seems that this 'Fengtian One Liang' is more like a trap.

An antique scam specifically targeting her!

The designer and planner of this scheme was Lin Chuan.

Yes, he is not a novice in antiques, he is just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!
He fooled everyone!

Moreover, he also founded a network security company, so his computer skills should be very advanced. It is very likely that these materials were provided by him!
Thinking of this, Liu Qing’s brows almost twisted together.

"I know who it is."

Liu Qing suddenly looked at Shen Qianqian and started talking.

Shen Qianqian was stunned and turned to look at Liu Qing, wanting to see what Liu Qing was going to do.

At this time, Liu Qing and Shen Qianqian looked at each other and said word by word: "These materials were sent by Lin Chuan, right?"

"Does it matter who sent it?"

Shen Qianqian hesitated for a moment, frowning slightly.

Liu Qing slumped down on the cold tiger bench, a trace of sadness in her eyes, and she murmured in a low voice:

"I have been setting up traps for many years, but I didn't expect that I would be set up by a young boy today, and I got caught in it without knowing it."

"I'm really stupid. I just know that he has no knowledge of antiques..."

(End of this chapter)