Chapter 512
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Yang Zimei turned into the store, met Lin Qingmei who looked anxious, and hurriedly asked, "Sister Qingmei, what happened?"
As soon as Lin Qingmei saw her, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, she grabbed Yang Zimei's arm and said in a hurried tone, "Xiaomei, help us find a way, yesterday someone came to the store and bought a Ming Dynasty Lu Yu boiled tea purple sand. The pot, brought the industrial and commercial personnel and cultural relics to fight against counterfeiting today, saying that we Moxuan bought counterfeit goods and wanted to seal them up, and those anti-counterfeiting officers investigated and dealt with our antiques, and then announced that 80% of us are fakes, This is clearly an injustice..."
After hearing what Lin Qingmei said, Yang Zimei's pupils shrank slightly.
Song Xuan's antique identification ability is high, and he is a noble person. He never deliberately deals with fakes. Even if there are fakes, he has no way to identify them.
However, Yang Zimei has already helped him to screen out all the high imitations that have no substance, and put them on sale in the store. They are absolutely genuine. Besides, the Ming Dynasty Lu Yu boiled tea purple clay pot was personally identified by her. , how could it be a fake?
Obviously, someone deliberately wanted to frame Song Xuan and Mo Xuan.
"Sister Qingmei, don't worry, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, Mr. Song will be fine."
Yang Zimei stroked Lin Qingmei's shoulder to calm her down, "I'll help Mr. Song, you sit and sit, it's not good for the fetus to be too anxious."
"Um."
Looking at Yang Zimei's gaze, Lin Qingmei's mood was much more settled, and she sat down on the chair.
"Sister Qingmei, who is the one who bought the purple clay pot?"
"It's the man in the blue T-shirt."
Lin Qingmei pointed to a middle-aged man wearing a blue T-shirt, looking slightly fat, with mid-parted hair, and a pair of myopia glasses pretending to be.
That masculine temperament carried some kind of obsceneness, and the eyes behind the glasses were erratic.
What Yang Zimei hates most is this type of uncle. He is not someone who is willing to spend hundreds of thousands on antiques, there must be something tricky in it.
She opened her eyes to see him—
Huang Liang, forty-five years old, an unemployed vagabond who has been abducted all day long, has a certain background.
She used her eyes to see what happened to him yesterday.
I saw that after he bought a purple clay pot and went out from Mo Xuan, he sneaked into an office building, and was exchanging a purple clay pot that looked exactly the same with another person, holding a stack of money in his hand.
As for who that person is, Yang Zimei couldn't see clearly, because her heavenly eyes were limited to watching clips of the parties' activities, and she couldn't see too much.
However, this is enough.
It was obvious that Huang Liang was instigated by someone. After he bought the real purple sand teapot, he replaced it with a fake one, and then framed Song Xuan, and these anti-counterfeiting business offices were probably ordered by the same person.
She was so angry that she dared to frame Song Xuan, and her pupils shrank slightly.
At this time, several police cars came. The police officers got out of the car and asked who Song Xuan was. Without saying a word, they handcuffed him and pulled him into the police car.
"Song Xuan—"
Lin Qingmei was in a hurry, stood up, and wanted to catch up, but who knew that the fetal gas was moving, and her stomach quickly cramped.
Yang Zimei quickly helped her to sit down, took out the silver needle, and helped her soothe her fetus.
Lin Qingmei slowed down and grabbed Yang Zimei's hand in panic, "Xiaomei, Song Xuan has been taken away, thank you, please accompany me back to my parents' house, I will let my father and brother find a way."
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