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Chapter 135

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After leaving the Jade Treasure Hall, Wang Qingsheng could not help but ask, "Brother Bin, what do you think of this shop?"

Han Bin thought for a moment and said, "The shop is not bad, but the boss is not good."

"What do you mean?"

"Simply put, there is a problem with this shop. Don't take over."

"What's the problem?"

Han Bin frowned slightly and said, "I can't say for sure. Intuition."

"Brat, you should learn from me." Wang Qingsheng did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Your antique business is very deep and has many rules. Being cheated is called cheating. What else can I say?" Han Bin said helplessly.

"Do you really think this shop cannot be taken over?" Wang Qingsheng confirmed.

"No."

"What does this boss Zhou make you feel uncomfortable?" Wang Qingsheng asked.

"When I said that I was a police officer, this boss Zhou showed a look of fear. This shows that he is guilty. There must be something wrong." Han Bin explained.

"Why can't I see it?" Wang Qingsheng was a little puzzled. He had been in the antique business for so long and could be considered a little discerning.

"If it is so easy to see, why do we need the police?" Han Bin said with a straight face.

"I said you are fat, and you are still panting." Wang Qingsheng snorted.

"In this aspect, I am definitely not as good as you." Han Bin smiled and patted Wang Qingsheng's stomach.

"Go." Wang Qingsheng slapped Han Bin's hand and said, "Brat, you can't be serious."

"Uncle, I am not joking with you. This shop must not be taken over." Han Bin warned.

Wang Qingsheng was a little depressed. It was not easy to find a suitable location with a low price, but his nephew said there was a problem. This made Wang Qingsheng very annoyed.

Wang Qingsheng really wanted to take over this shop.

And Han Bin was his most trusted and closest person. Han Bin's words carried a lot of weight in his heart.

"Uncle, good food is not afraid of late. Anyway, it is still very early. I will accompany you to walk around. Maybe we can meet a more suitable one." Han Bin suggested.

Wang Qingsheng sighed. "Let's go."

There were more and more people on the street. Many of them were tourists from other places. Most of these tourists didn't know the ropes. They came here to play for novelty, but they were also the easiest to be ripped off.

The two walked around the Antique Street. There were also vacant and transferred shops, but either the location was relatively remote, or the rent was too high. In short, they didn't find a suitable shop.

Seeing Wang Qingsheng stop, Han Bin pointed to the front and said, "Uncle, there are a few more shops in front, let's go take a look."

"I'm not going, I'm not going. I've been to those shops before. There's no chance." Wang Qingsheng waved his hand. He was big and fat, and he was tired after walking for the whole morning.

"Alright, it's almost noon. Let's find a place to eat."

"You're familiar with this area. Just lead the way. I'll just focus on eating," Han Bin said with a smile.

"You're right. I, your uncle, am the best at antiques, and the second best is eating. Among my friends, no one can compare with me when it comes to love, know how to eat, and know how to eat."

"Then you might as well open a restaurant. Why do you need an antique shop?"

"Tut-tut."

Wang Qingsheng smacked his lips. "Do you think it's easy to open a restaurant? Ninety percent of restaurants work hard to earn money. There are very few who can really do it well and make a lot of money."

"My mom is here. She's definitely going to scold you again. You haven't started yet, but you already know how to think big." Han Bin laughed.

"Go away. Don't talk nonsense here. Your mom is not here, so don't talk too much." Wang Qingsheng sighed. It's hard to do anything these days.

Behind the Antique Street was a mountain. There was a farmhouse at the foot of the mountain. The two strolled all the way and arrived at the farmhouse called Red Mountain.

The yard of this farmhouse was very big. Sitting in the yard, one could see the mountains in the distance, which was quite idyllic. The surrounding air was good, and it was very cool to eat under the shade of the trees.

The menu of Red Mountain Farmhouse was also very special. There were wild mushroom stew with pheasant, shrimp and scallops, big harvest, twice cooked pork, wild assorted vegetables, and so on.

Han Bin and Wang Qingsheng ordered four dishes and a soup. Wang Qingsheng also ordered a bottle of white wine and asked Han Bin to drink with him, but Han Bin declined.

Han Bin didn't drink on weekdays. He didn't drink during the day either. When he was free at night, he would drink a few cups.

"Well, you don't have the luck." Wang Qingsheng drank a mouthful of white wine and ate a mouthful of wild mushroom. He looked like he was enjoying the aftertaste.

Han Bin smiled and tasted the dishes. The taste was very good and authentic.

Although Han Bin didn't drink, he asked for a bottle of drink. He used the drink as a substitute for wine and toasted Wang Qingsheng.

After a few glasses of wine, Wang Qingsheng started to talk. "Brother Bin, we haven't seen a suitable shop for the whole morning. Why don't we consider Jade Treasure Hall?"

"Uncle, you should give up. This boss Zhou must have done something illegal. Otherwise, why did he show a look of fear when he heard that I was a police officer?" Han Bin said.

"So annoying." Wang Qingsheng picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

"Uncle, if this boss Zhou really did something illegal, what is the most likely thing he did?" Han Bin asked.

"Brother Bin, you have a preconceived idea. I'm afraid that the police can only say that he did something wrong, but it might not be illegal," Wang Qingsheng said.

"What do you mean by that?" Han Bin asked.

"I remember that the year before last, a nouveau riche came to the antique street and bought a Tang Bohu painting from a shop. He spent 300,000 yuan. At first, he just wanted to buy it because he liked it and wanted to collect it. But he couldn't stand his friends' provocation, so he went to have it appraised."

As Wang Qingsheng spoke, he laughed to himself.

"The appraisal didn't matter. The painting was a fake, a modern imitation. The craftsmanship was exquisite. It could be worth thousands of yuan. The nouveau riche was dumbfounded at that time. He lost all his face and money."

"What happened after that?" Han Bin asked curiously.

"On the third day, the nouveau riche went to the police station and said that the antique shop was a fraud. He wanted his 300,000 yuan back. Guess what?" Wang Qingsheng asked.

"Don't keep me guessing. Tell me quickly." Han Bin picked up the bottle and poured wine for Wang Qingsheng.

"The police came and made a statement, but there was insufficient evidence. There was no case at all." Wang Qingsheng drank a glass of wine and continued.

"The owner of the antique shop said that this Tang Bohu painting was bought by him. It was not a family heirloom. He couldn't confirm whether it was real or not. There was no subjective intention to cheat. Besides, he wanted to buy Tang Bohu's painting for 300,000 yuan. If he could be 100% sure that it was authentic, he would be a fool to sell it."

Han Bin nodded. The antique industry was high-risk and high-profit. If one wanted to take advantage of it, he had to be prepared.

He couldn't let one person take all the benefits.

"Ring …" At this time, Han Bin's cell phone rang.

Han Bin took out his cell phone and looked at it. The screen showed Zeng Ping's name: "Hello, Captain Zeng."

"Han Bin, case …"

Zeng Ping's phone was disconnected before he could finish his words.

Han Bin called back and found that the cell phone couldn't be used normally. The signal was very bad.

"What's going on?" Han Bin clicked on the second group of WeChat group and found that the cell phone didn't have internet. He couldn't receive WeChat messages at all.

Han Bin asked for Wang Qingsheng's cell phone. He found that Wang Qingsheng's cell phone signal was also very weak.

"Uncle, please put the antique shop aside. I think something happened. I have to contact the police station."

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