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Chapter 160: Comrade Xiaolin must not be taken away! (Subscribe)
The rain is gradually easing.

In the manor where the Ancient Moon Museum is located, countless criminal police officers in dark blue uniforms are standing there, on high alert, giving Hu Shu, who is in the reception room on the third floor, a great sense of oppression.

Gao Qinglin also walked to the window.

He was far from having Hu Shu's calm demeanor. When he looked down and saw the police chief Zhao Gang personally leading the criminal investigation team to surround the Ancient Moon Museum, he began to panic.

"Mr. Hu, what should we do now?"

Gao Qinglin's voice trembled, his legs felt weak, and his face was filled with panic.

Hu Shu didn't say anything.

He just stared at the young man in white among the criminal police downstairs, lost in thought.

There is no way to escape.

In less than a minute, a part of the criminal police detachment rushed into the reception room on the third floor.

Zhao Gang, Li Zeguang and Lin Chuan followed closely behind.

Outside the window, raindrops dripped on the windowsill, very slowly, and in the silent atmosphere, it looked like a countdown of the second hand.

Despite the imminent disaster, Hu Shu's expression regained its composure.

He sat quietly at the tea table in the middle of the reception room, brewing tea slowly and leisurely.

"You are a guest, have tea."

Hu Shu poured three cups of tea, looked at Lin Chuan, Li Zeguang and Lin Chuan, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

These people are all old acquaintances.

Zhao Gang and Li Zeguang looked at each other, then sat down at the tea table, wanting to see what Hu Shu wanted to do.

Lin Chuan was not afraid and walked over calmly.

The situation is now under control.

Gao Qinglin, who was standing aside, felt his legs go weak and was held down by Chen Hui and another criminal police officer. He was handcuffed with shiny silver handcuffs and looked as pale as death.

Hu Shu didn't care about this.

He glanced at Zhao Gang, Li Zeguang, and Lin Chuan in turn, and then smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to find out the clues so quickly."

Zhao Gang and Li Zeguang looked at Lin Chuan.

Hu Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, which further confirmed his guess. He looked at Lin Chuan and asked, "Xiao Lin, when did you find out that the thin jade bottle was a replica?"

Lin Chuan looked at Hu Shu and smiled: "I saw it at the overseas cultural relics return ceremony."

Hu Shu's calm face showed a look of surprise, and he frowned: "You saw it from the beginning, which means that even if there was no accident, you would still report it to the Cultural Relics Bureau, right?"

Lin Chuan nodded and said "hmm".

"I am confused. At your age, you shouldn't be able to tell whether the thin jade bottle is real or not."

Hu Shu glanced at Lin Chuan and asked in confusion.

Lin Chuan smiled and did not directly answer Hu Shu's question. Instead, he said, "Mr. Hu, you said before that you had been reading my novel. Where are you now?"

Hu Shu didn't know why Lin Chuan asked this, but he still answered: "I just saw the part where Lin imitated the 'Northern Song Dynasty Fanchang Kiln Shadow Green Glaze Plum Bottle', which is exactly 200 chapters."

"If I remember correctly, you can turn directly to Chapter 365."

Lin Chuan looked at Hu Shu and smiled.

Hu Shu glanced at Lin Chuan suspiciously, but still picked up the phone on the table, and under the supervision of the criminal police, opened the Qihang Novel, entered the "Last Week's Antiques" novel interface, and turned to Chapter 365.

Chapter Title: I Failed.

Hu Shu frowned and began to scroll down. The content of the novel caught his eyes.

'It turns out that my career in counterfeiting has not been smooth sailing.'

'Just tonight, I failed.'

"My jade bottle counterfeiting technology, which I was so proud of, has suffered a Waterloo."

'The night is very clear, the moonlight is white.'

'In the yard, the chirping of summer cicadas can be heard, and the evening breeze blows the branches in the courtyard, making a rustling sound.'

'Brother Lin, come here quickly!'

"Xiaoqing called me loudly in the front hall, her tone was somewhat hurried and anxious."

'On the square table in the middle of the front hall, there stands a jade vase called 'Qing Dynasty Chinese Entwined Branch Pattern Thin-Bodied Jade Vase'. Of course, it is a replica I made a few days ago, and I just finished applying the Chinese medicine color tonight.'

'I am very pleased with it and consider it a 100% perfect replica.'

"What's wrong?" I asked Xiaoqing.

"Xiao Qing held a few photos in her hand and pointed at the thin jade bottle, saying anxiously, 'This jade bottle is a little different from the one in the photo! '

'I was confused and asked, what's the difference?'

'When there is no strong light, they are the same, but when there is strong light, they are different!'

'Xiao Qing said so.'

'I was suddenly startled and checked immediately. Sure enough, when the strong light fell, their light and shadow showed extremely subtle differences.'

'...'

The more Hu Shu looked, the more complicated his expression became.

Surprise, confusion, empathy... all of them.

At this moment, when he looked at this chapter, he seemed to see his current scene, which was very similar to him, but he was not like Xiaoqing in the novel, who pointed out the problems of light and shadow for him.

By the time he knew about the problem, it was too late.

"So you've already come across 'Chinese Thin-bodied Jade Bottle with Entwined Branches Pattern from the Qing Dynasty'."

After reading this chapter, Hu Shu sighed.

Only someone who has a thorough understanding of antiques can write such a novel.

no doubt.

Lin Chuan is such a person.

"I guess I have had some contact with him." Lin Chuan pondered for a moment and smiled.

Hu Shu straightened his clothes, raised his head, blinked, and laughed at himself:
"I thought that no one in this world could tell that my jade was a replica, but I didn't expect that I would fall into your hands."

Lin Chuan shook his head.

He looked at this top celebrity in the Magic City antique circle, who was also the leader of a large antique counterfeiting gang, smiled, and praised: "Your plan is also very good."

Hu Shu's expression changed slightly, and he sighed again: "After all, you are still one step behind. From now on, the world of antique counterfeiting will be yours."

As soon as these words came out.

Directors Zhao Gang and Li Zeguang immediately turned to look at Lin Chuan with a slightly startled look on their faces.

Lin Chuan twitched the corner of his mouth and thought to himself, Two Directors, why are you looking at me?

Now I am on the side of justice, assisting you in capturing the leader of the criminal gang.

I abide by the law!

As for counterfeiting antiques, I would never make fake antiques and sell them!
Well, what I made were all genuine, and it was the ancients who imitated me.

The rain outside the window has stopped.

A few rays of sunlight penetrated the sparse clouds after the rain, and the light of pale golden color fell on the green leaves still hanging with water droplets, reflecting a few crystal points.

The wind blew slowly, the clouds dissipated, revealing a clear and deep blue sky. The air was filled with a faint scent of floral water vapor, fresh and natural, refreshing.

After Hu Shu and Gao Qinglin were taken back to the police station, they confessed to their crimes.

The genuine Chinese thin-bodied jade bottle with twined branch pattern from the Qing Dynasty has reappeared in the sight of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

A large-scale antique counterfeiting gang was rooted out. The amount of money involved was huge and difficult to estimate. For a time, the police station and the Cultural Relics Bureau were all in an uproar. …

Han River Province, National Police Agency Office.

Zhong Chengming, wearing a dark blue executive jacket, slowly put down the phone, a pleased smile appeared on his face, and he praised sincerely: "This kid, well done! Really well done!"

"Dad, what are you so happy about?"

At this time.

A young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, walked in. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a square face, short hair, and a yellowish complexion.

Upon hearing the voice, Zhong Chengming's smile suddenly faded.

Zhong Xunfeng, his son.

Zhong Chengming raised his eyes to look at Zhong Xunfeng, and looked him up and down.

Zhong Xunfeng was wearing a dark blue cotton shirt. The collar and cuffs were a little worn, but they were washed clean and tidy. Over the shirt was a loose khaki work vest, and on the bottom were a pair of wear-resistant jeans. On his feet were a pair of dark brown outdoor boots, with some mud stains on the uppers that had not been wiped clean.

"You don't even bother to change your clothes when you come to the office."

Zhong Chengming looked at his son with a twitch of his lips. After all, other people's children are the best!
"I just came here to have a drink of water." Zhong Xunfeng smiled, took out a cup, and poured the tea in Zhong Chengming's teapot into his own cup.

Gurgle, gurgle, it's full.

"By the way, where are we going this time?" Zhong Chengming raised his eyes and asked.

"We are going to Anling this time. Our archaeological team has received intelligence that a large tomb is suspected to have appeared." Zhong Xunfeng said with a smile, and then took two big gulps of tea.

"An Ling..."

Zhong Chengming murmured, "You have been doing this day in and day out, but you haven't found anything. A promising young man of your age can take down a large criminal gang all by yourself."

"Who is so powerful?"

Zhong Xunfeng asked casually.

"The young man who accidentally damaged a national treasure some time ago, Comrade Lin Chuan." As soon as Zhong Chengming mentioned Lin Chuan, a look of slight relief appeared on his face.

"He broke the jade bottle, so shouldn't he pay compensation and serve his sentence? How is it related to killing the criminal gang?" Zhong Xunfeng asked curiously.

He felt quite sorry when he learned that the thin jade bottle was broken.

"Xunfeng, don't just look at the surface. In fact, the jade bottle that Comrade Lin Chuan broke was fake. He followed the clues and single-handedly uncovered a large-scale antique counterfeiting gang lurking in the Magic City. This is an incredible feat in the entire criminal investigation case, enough to become a typical case and a model for criminal investigation."

Zhong Chengming praised sincerely.

Zhong Xunfeng frowned and asked in confusion: "Isn't he an online writer? How can he solve cases?"

"Don't underestimate online writers," Zhong Chengming corrected.

"Then I said before that when I stopped doing archaeological work, I would write my archaeological experiences into a novel and post it online. Why don't you support me?" Zhong Xunfeng asked back.

Zhong Chengming's face darkened. "Well, it's not that I don't support you writing novels. I don't support you doing archaeology. With your father's ability, as long as you learn 50%, 60%, or 70% of it, it won't be difficult for a criminal policeman to solve a case! If you write your criminal police experience into a novel, will I not support you?"

"I won't argue with you about this. I want to do archaeology and write novels."

Zhong Xunfeng quickly dropped the topic, otherwise it would be an endless bombardment.

It is true that Zhong Chengming was an expert criminal policeman when he was young. He solved countless cases and made many outstanding achievements.

That’s how we got to where we are today.

But he had a special interest in archaeology, which led to serious disagreements between father and son in their career plans.

No one can convince anyone.

Professional interests are not inherited, but stubbornness is.

Zhong Chengming seemed to have accepted the current situation. He could only pick up the thermos cup and drink a sip of tea slowly, then asked: "How long will it take to inspect Anling this time?"

"It can take three to two months at the least, or one to two years at the most."

Zhong Xunfeng replied.

"Be careful." Zhong Chengming reminded.

Zhong Xunfeng smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, we are a professional archaeological group. Generally speaking, there is no danger."

"Be more careful, there will be no problem." Zhong Chengming advised.

"Okay, got it."

Zhong Xunfeng replied, then chatted for a while about family matters, then walked out of the office and headed towards Anling City with his archaeological team.

Soon.

A middle-aged man in a white shirt knocked on the office door: "Mr. Zhong."

"Zhang Biao, you're here just in time."

When Zhong Chengming saw Zhang Biao, a bright smile appeared on his face.

Zhang Biao handed the information in his hand to Zhong Chengming and reported: "Mr. Zhong, on behalf of the Anling Police Station, I will report to the Provincial Department on the progress of Anling City's anti-drug work."

"Okay, you say."

"Currently, Anling City is vigorously carrying out anti-drug propaganda..." Zhang Biao reported solemnly.

Zhong Chengming nodded frequently and praised: "You have done a great job."

Zhang Biao immediately smiled and said, "It's all under the guidance of Mr. Zhong..."

"Stop flattering me."

Zhong Chengming waved his hand and immediately asked, "I have arranged to designate several drug control model sites in the city. Do you have a list?"

Zhang Biao turned to the last page of the information: "These are the drug control model villages we identified."

Zhong Chengming nodded: "The work is progressing well. You have done a good job in anti-fraud and anti-gambling. The next focus of our work is to speed up the process of making Anling a drug-free city and a green, safe and civilized model city in Hanjiang Province."

"The task is a bit difficult, but... I guarantee that I will complete it!"

Zhang Biao nodded solemnly.

"This task is a daunting one for any city, but you have overcome the tough challenge of anti-fraud. I have great confidence in you," Zhong Chengming said with a smile.

Zhang Biao raised his eyebrows and laughed dryly: "Mr. Zhong, you know that there is an important person among them."

"Xiao Lin is your Anling's treasure, you must take good care of him."

Zhong Chengming praised again.

"Of course, but he is currently in the Magic City, involved in a case of damaging antiques."

Zhang Biao sighed softly.

Zhong Chengming motioned Zhang Biao to sit down and said with a smile, "I was just about to tell you about this."

"What instructions does Mr. Zhong have?"

"I just got the news that the case that Xiaolin was involved in has been solved." Zhong Chengming had a smile on his face, and even wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"Broken?" Zhang Biao was stunned.

"Yes." Mr. Zhong nodded slowly.

"How did it happen? Has Comrade Xiaolin been cleared of suspicion?" Zhang Biao asked hurriedly.

"Haha, Comrade Xiao Lin solved the case by himself and uncovered a large-scale antique counterfeiting gang for the Magic City Police Department. Do you think he has cleared his suspicion?" Zhong Chengming said slowly.

hiss!
Zhang Biao took a deep breath and couldn't help but say, "This is Comrade Xiao Lin's strength!"

Zhong Chengming smiled and then gave instructions: "Comrade Xiaolin went to the Magic City and demonstrated his amazing treasure appraisal and criminal investigation abilities. Now both the Magic City Police Department and the Cultural Relics Bureau value Xiaolin very much and are considering letting Comrade Xiaolin settle down in the Magic City. You should know what to do."

"Mr. Zhong, I understand!"

Zhang Bian nodded immediately.

Comrade Lin Chuan is a talent from Anling City.

We can’t let him be snatched away by those units in Magic City!
　A little late, here is a 4200-word chapter. Thanks for your support, brothers!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)