In a teahouse next to the trading area.

Chu Mufeng looked at Gan Susu sitting opposite him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Teacher Gan, I didn't expect that he could meet here so by chance!"

"Yes, I didn't expect to meet you even if I left Crescent Island. Chief Chu, thank you for your help just now. If it weren't for you, I would have been cheated. But do you really want to buy this calligraphy and painting? If you want it, only 300 oceans would be enough." A strong hope was revealed in Gan Susu's eyes.

"Why, are you in a hurry to use the money?" Chu Mufeng asked lightly.

"Um!"

It's already like this, and there is no need to hide anything from Gan Susu. After all, Chu Mufeng is not the businessman outside, so it doesn't matter to tell him the truth.

"Chief Chu, I really need money now, otherwise I wouldn't have sold our heirloom. To be honest, my mother is in hospital and she needs some money for surgery. I was forced to do this."

"Teacher Gan, with your current job, if it is only three hundred oceans, you should be able to borrow it, right?" Chu Mufeng asked with a little curiosity.

"I work?"

Speaking of this, Gan Susu pulled an inadvertent smile on the corner of her mouth and said self-mockery: "Where do I have any work now? Chief Chu, because of the Crescent Island incident, I have been fired by Yanbei University!"

"dismiss?"

Chu Mufeng was slightly stunned, but he soon felt relieved.

Think about it, there is always a scapegoat in the murders on Crescent Island, and teachers like Gan Susu are the most suitable.

She has no background, and it will not be difficult to get it. She can also communicate with the victim's family and block the leisurely mouths of public opinion outside.

"Can you tell me about your school's handling opinions?"

"I was fired, Sun Da'an was demoted, and the school apologized and compensated the families of the victims. This would be the end!" Gan Susu said with a frustrated look.

The depression that should be vented has long been vented, and it is unnecessary to make her go crazy now.

Besides, for Gan Susu herself, although this was not done by her, no matter what, Zhao Dapeng and Sun Xiaolong were both killed because they came to participate in the activities organized by her. Can she, a teacher, stay out of the matter? Is it possible to just give it up?

It's true.

In fact, Chu Mufeng thought about the consequences, but he did not ask about it, and it was difficult to ask about it.

After all, this is an internal matter of Yanbei University. Your Security Department insists on interfering in other people's decisions in a ruthless manner. Isn't this usurpation?

Besides, if you want to interfere, you can be responsible for calming the public opinion outside and the anger of the families of the victims.

Chu Mufeng naturally wouldn't do such a thankless thing.

"I want this calligraphy and painting of you!"

Chu Mufeng stopped Gan Susu who wanted to speak and said seriously: "Listen to me, the current market price of this calligraphy and painting should be around 800 oceans, which may be high or certainly low."

"I don't take advantage of you either. If you say five hundred, it's five hundred. This is a fair price. Otherwise, if you want to sell it at a high price, you have to wait for the right person."

"Of course, we are in a relationship. Since you say you are in trouble, I will help you. Tell me, is five hundred oceans enough? If it is not enough, I can lend you!"

Chu Mufeng said lightly, buying and selling is buying and selling, borrowing money is borrowing money, one code is one code.

"Enough is enough, thank you Chief Chu!"

Gan Susu thanked her with gratitude. Of course, she knew that the price given by Chu Mufeng was very high, and five hundred oceans were really a lot.

If it were other antique merchants, it would be a big deal if they could give three hundred. After all, the first Huangshanlin company killed the price to death on a hundred oceans.

"Actually, three hundred is enough. You can give five hundred, which is already a lot!" Gan Susu said.

"Then, I don't have Dayang, can I give it legal currency?" Chu Mufeng asked after taking out his wallet from his pocket.

The fiat currency is still quite strong at the moment, basically one to one with Dayang, and it is quite durable, so he will put one or two thousand on him, and the others will be exchanged into US dollars or pounds to deposit in the bank.

"Anyway, okay, all is OK!"

After taking the money, Gan Susu got up and said goodbye. She was now thinking about going to the hospital to pay for her mother's illness and throwing other things aside first.

After Gan Susu left in front of her, Chu Mufeng waved and Song Dabao walked over directly from the secret.

"Her name is Gan Susu, and she is a teacher at Yanbei University. Now she should be fired because of the Crescent Island incident. If you investigate her situation, I want to know everything about her, the more detailed the better."

"Yes!" Song Dabao left respectfully.

“Gansusu!”

Chu Mufeng narrowed his eyes, thinking.

...

In a vegetarian vegetarian.

"There is nothing wrong with the venue outside, right?" Lei Qianjun stood at the window and looked at the crowded streets outside and asked lightly. He did not continue to stay in the venue since attending the opening ceremony, but returned here.

"Master, you're all fine!"

Zhang Fugui replied very quickly, then thought of what Chu Mufeng did and added with a smile.

"But there is a small thing about Chief Chu. This is the thing... I think it should be the hero who saved the beauty. After all, the woman in purple clothes looks quite a bit celebrating, and the two of them may not be really familiar with each other."

"Yan Huangmi's calligraphy and painting?"

Unlike Zhang Fugui's concern, after hearing the painter's name, Lei Qianjun raised his lips and said with a deep look.

"It seems that our Chief Chu is really good at writing and painting. He is so proficient in antiques, calligraphy and painting."

"Master, what do you mean?" Zhang Fugui was quite surprised.

"Have you not heard what Chief Chu said? The words he said are evidence. He pointed out the market price of the calligraphy and painting incisively, which is not something that ordinary people can do."

"It seems that I've been wrong this time. I used to think that he was a promising powerful man in the police industry. Now it seems that we still have a little understanding of him."

"Old Zhang, when you look back, you have to collect as much information about Chief Chu as possible, and maybe it will come in handy in the future." Lei Qianjun's name was already imprinted in his heart, so he said cautiously.

"Yes!" Zhang Fugui happily accepted the order.

"It seems that there will be no storm on the first day, but we can't take it lightly. My eyelids are always pounding, and I'm a little uneasy! Not everyone is happy to see this event we are doing, such as the Japanese devils in the island country." When she said this, two cold lights burst out from Lei Qianjun's eyes.

"Master, I understand!" Zhang Fugui understood it.

"Go and do things!" Lei Qianjun waved his hand.

"Okay!"

...

Ocean Trading, Headquarters Office.

"President, this is the situation. Judging from the information currently under investigation, the event held by Yimaozhai has caused a strong response in Peiping City. And Lei Qianjun's purpose this time is very clear, which is to raise military expenses."

"I heard that this military expenditure is to be used to purchase advanced weapons and give it to the garrisons outside the city. Strengthening their armed forces will pose a greater threat to our Imperial Army. President, see, are we..." Yoshino Beitung Ei-shou said with a gloomy face.

Sitting on a chair and facing the window, Mio Inoue's brain rotated at high speed.

Baga, this old guy is really idle! He bought some antiques with him and was even happy to do such activities, it turned out to be to raise military expenses.

Yoshino Bingwei was right. If Lei Qianjun did this, once a war broke out, many island soldiers would be killed.

However, my identity is not suitable for doing something too extreme!

Dingling.

At this moment, the phone on the desk rang like a harsh sound. After Mio Inoue answered, he was still in a casual state just now and immediately became particularly serious and respectful.

"Hayi! It's me!"

"Hayi, I understand, please rest assured, I will cooperate with you to ensure that the task is completed."

After hanging up the phone, Mio Inoue swept away the frown just now and grinned: "Okay, the garrison outside the city has already made some arrangements. All our ocean traders have to do is to beat the edge! Let's go, since people have held such an event, we have to support us. We have to agree with everyone below, and then look at my eyes after going over."

"Hayi." Yoshinobugume shouted loudly with his legs together.

...

Sunrise and sunset, the day is about to end.

In general, the revival event was effective. Both merchants and buyers had found items that they were satisfied with. As for the price, it would vary from person to person.

The Taobao exchange area near the end.

Bang!

The person who was cleaning up the stall suddenly heard a low collision sound, and then he saw several people smashing a small stall.

All the items on the table were overturned and rolled all over the ground. They grabbed the stall owner's collar, shaved two big ears on the front and back, and kicked him to the ground with one kick.

"Grandson, even if you are like this, you dare to take out your uncle's money. I said you are blind? Is it really a bad guy to be your uncle?"

"Smash, smash it for me, smash his stall, give him some memory. When you see your grandpa Ma, you will know you will take a detour!" The person who spoke was a man wearing a coarse cloth shirt, with a big bald head, and fiercely roaring.

The stall owner who was knocked to the ground saw that his things were smashed to pieces. He was angry and anxious. He looked at the bald man with anger and shouted: "You...why are you doing! I have provoked you to me! If you don't want to buy them or not, why should you smash my things? Why should you hit someone! If you can't leave, you have to compensate."

"Reimbursement? Haha!"

The man who claimed to be Ma Master touched his big bald head, his face trembled, his eyes glared at him with a gloomy look, and said with disdain: "Grandson, do you want to ask the uncle to compensate you for your ragged goods? Go dreaming. Keep your eyes wide open and look at me, what will I do with these ragged goods!"

While speaking, the big bald man raised his right foot and stepped on it violently. A painting that fell in front of him was trampled. Then he rubbed it hard, and it soon turned into a pile of broken paper.

The stall owner's eyes were red.

The big bald man laughed wildly without restraint.
Chapter completed!