Chapter 127 Is He Pretending to Be a Pig and Eating the Tiger? (Subscribe)

Outskirts, Qingye Ceramic Factory.

As night falls, dusk has not completely faded. The residual light is reflected on the roof and walls of the factory building. The shadows of the trees swaying in the wind are like the fangs and claws of the night, lying on the ground.

In the distance, the mountains are undulating, and the light and darkness are intertwined, like a sleeping beast, which looks particularly strange in the night.

It is close to seven o'clock in the evening, and the workers of the ceramic factory have all gone off work.

In the office, several key figures are gathered here.

Liu Qing is still wearing a cheongsam, but it is purple. Her temperament is not as simple and elegant as when she is next to Lao Zhang. At this time, she reveals her true nature, and her temperament is somewhat charming and enchanting.

Purple, 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, so beautiful."

Under the light, the coin showed its outline, and through the traces of time on it, it seemed as if it could see the ups and downs it had experienced for more than a hundred years, and it could also see its reappearance of the style of the year.

Yes.

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

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

"Heh--"

Liu Qin laughed, "When he knew, it was too late."

"It's a pity that we also invested 3 million in cash." Mr. Li sighed and said yes.

Liu Qin glanced at Mr. Li and raised her lips: "You are so ruthless that you don't even want to give him 3 million."

"Let alone 3 million, I don't want to give him a penny." Mr. Li snorted coldly.

'Fengtian One Liang' 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 appreciating the 'Fengtian One Liang', Liu Qing gently put the coin into a brocade box and smiled contemptuously: "Don't worry, the 3 million in his hand will also be ours."

Yes.

She still has the card of Lao Zhang in her hand.

As long as Lao Zhang takes the bait and opens an antique shop, he will get goods from her, then Lao Zhang's assets will be firmly controlled by her and 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 applaud and bankrupt, which was just her idea.

Liu Qing was very confident.

Her confidence comes from never failing.

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

Outside the ceramics factory, a bright headlight 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, and slowly walked into the office.

"Old Wolf is here."

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

The middle-aged man called Old Wolf said coldly as soon as he entered the door: "Where is the thing?"

"Here."

Liu Qing pointed to a brocade box on the table.

Old Wolf 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's really a good thing!"

"I haven't failed in the field of antiques." Liu Qing's face showed a hint of pride, and the corners of her mouth rose.

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

Liu Qing and Mr. Li smiled at each other.

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

Liu Qing's eyebrows flashed and asked: "Take action? Is it against that kid?"

Lao Lang said again: "Not only will we take action against that kid, but also his girlfriend, and send them to the factory together."

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

"Let's go." Lao Lang threw down a word and turned away.

"Be careful, don't get caught."

"Bullshit!" Lao Lang cursed.

Who knew that as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw an inexplicable black shadow overlapping in the darkness in front of him.

Just as he was in doubt, his eyes suddenly lit up.

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

The police are coming!

"Don't move, police!"

When Lao Lang was about to escape, the cold muzzle of the gun was already against his forehead, ready to burst out a bullet that could penetrate his forehead at any time, making him completely afraid to act rashly.

Then, the silver handcuffs were handcuffed to his hands with a "click".

At this time, he squatted on the ground and saw the huge battle in the night.

Just in front of the office building of Qingye Ceramics Factory, there was a group of fully armed policemen, dressed neatly, with firm faces, holding dazzling and highly deterrent weapons in their hands, and full of energy.

In the night, the air of the ceramic factory was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Damn!

Lao Lang never thought that there would be an ambush by the police tonight. At this time, he had already greeted Liu Qing and General Manager Li dozens of times in his heart.

At this moment, Liu Qing and General Manager Li were also trembling with fear.

When they heard the alarm and saw the police standing under the flashlight through the window, their faces showed a strong look of horror.

"Did you call the police?"

Liu Qing immediately cast her eyes on General Manager Li, her eyes full of anger, and even a hint of coldness flashed across them.

General Manager Li's face was extremely ugly, and she quickly shook her 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 and her face was gloomy.

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

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

"Find a way to escape first!" In a hurry, Liu Qing made a prompt decision.

However, the entire Qingye Ceramic Factory has been surrounded by Anling's criminal police team and anti-fraud police, and it is impossible to get out.

Not to mention that two such big people can't escape.

Even if a fly comes, it has to squat down with its head in its arms and wait for interrogation.

Outside the ceramic factory office, flashlights were still flashing, and the alarms were particularly clear in the silent night sky, pouring into the ears of Liu Qing and Mr. Li.

They both felt more and more uneasy.

"You are surrounded. Don't struggle in vain. Hold your head with both hands and squat down!"

Bang!

The door of the office 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. Another police officer quickly handcuffed her.

Mr. Li did the same.

In the operation tonight, the Anling police arrested the three leaders and some so-called entourage and brought them to justice. It was a complete success.

…

"Name."

"Liu Qing."

"Gender."

"Female."

"Occupation."

"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 face: "Is it just antique business?"

"Yes, I have been engaged in the sale of antiques. Some time ago, I investigated 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 facts.

On the way back to the police station, she was silent and thinking about which link went wrong, leading to such a large arrest by the Anling police?

She never got an answer.

In addition, she was also thinking about whether she had any evidence in the hands of the police?

But she thought about it and didn't have an answer.

In her eyes, this arrest was too weird, as if it fell from the sky.

Is it a coincidence?

Or did Lao Lang lead the police here, so he took me back for investigation?

This is very possible!

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

"No."

Liu Qing shook her head.

"Do you have any business dealings with the Myanmar Old Street Factory?" Shen Qianqian asked with sharp eyes, staring at Liu Qing.

Liu Qing was shocked, but she tried her best to look calm on her face, and shook her head again to deny: "I haven't heard of the Myanmar Old Street Factory."

"Really?"

Shen Qianqian suddenly raised the corner of her mouth, smiled lightly, and put an A4 paper in front of Liu Qing.

Liu Qing looked down and her face was stunned.

On the paper, there were records of her many contacts with the Myanmar Old Street Factory.

"Are you sure you haven't heard of the Myanmar Old Street Factory?"

Shen Qianqian asked again.

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

That contact record was like a bomb placed in front of her, which could ignite at any time.

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

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 of it now, right?"

Liu Qing looked at the content on the A4 paper.

Suddenly!

Her pupils shrank suddenly!

The paper clearly recorded the fact that she had laundered money for the Myanmar Old Street Factory many times, and the text version of the recorded call between her and the Myanmar Old Street Factory.

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

She suddenly realized that the arrest operation of the Anling police this time was not caused by Lao Lang, but was aimed at her!

"You don't have to confess, you can also take a look at these." Shen Qianqian took another A4 paper and put it in front of her.

This piece of paper was the antique scam she had done in the past two years.

The paper recorded the victim's relevant information and the amount of fraud.

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 being stripped naked.

Yes, that's the feeling.

She suddenly felt that she had no secrets at all, and all her criminal records were exposed!

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 in front of her, making it impossible for the suspect to refute.

"Can I ask a question?"

Liu Qing took a deep breath and asked suddenly.

"You ask." Shen Qianqian nodded.

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

"No comment."

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

Liu Qing fell silent, her mind turned quickly, constantly screening people who might have offended recently, and people who might investigate her.

She got rid of all the previous scams.

During this period, she has been concentrating on the antique fraud of Zhang De in Xingfu Community, and even became Zhang De's girlfriend.

Could it be... Zhang De discovered this antique bureau, so he investigated me?

Liu Qing thought so.

But the next second she shook her head and threw the idea out of her mind. With Lao Zhang's IQ, 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 denied it. She had dealt with Xiao Zhang several times. Xiao Zhang had her own ideas but not many, and she relied more on her boyfriend.

Lin Chuan?

Lin Chuan!

When this name appeared in her mind, she was shocked and sorted out the whole thing in an instant!

Lin Chuan is not an antique novice!

How could an antique novice find the "Fengtian One Liang" right away?

Moreover, at 7 o'clock tonight, she agreed with Lao Lang to hand over the "Fengtian One Liang", 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!

And the designer and planner of this trap is Lin Chuan.

Yes, he is not a rookie in antiques, he is playing dumb!

He fooled everyone!

Moreover, he also founded a network security company, so his computer technology should be very good, and these materials are likely 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 said.

Shen Qianqian's face was startled, and she turned back 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?"

"Who sent them, is it important?"

Shen Qianqian hesitated for a moment, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

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

"I have been setting up a trap for many years, but I didn't expect that I was set up by a young boy today, and I got into it without knowing it."

"I am so stupid, really. I just know that he has no research on antiques..."