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Chapter 28 Transactions under the Noose

It is not a crime for ordinary citizens to find scalpers to exchange for foreign exchange coupons, but it is abnormal for anyone to stuff tens of thousands of cash into their bags. These days, tens of thousands of yuan are rare. Only those individual industrial and commercial households with courage and wild paths can earn such a rich fortune in a short period of time. There is only one possibility of carrying huge sums of money with them, which is a criminal!

Ma Guoqing's adrenaline was being secreted rapidly, and he felt that the medal and heroic title were waving to him. His hands holding the ballpoint pen were sweating and quickly recording intelligence clues on the paper.

Zhang Jiafu said that the person who exchanged foreign exchange coupons was a naughty face, about 1.75 meters tall, and at the age of 20 or 30, he had no outstanding characteristics, but he was just dressed more fashionablely, but he had a child with him, a pickpocket, nicknamed a little ghost.

This is a very important clue. Ma Guoqing immediately went to the household registration department to read the relevant files and found Xiao Gui's household registration record from the vast sea of ​​information. The child was named Wei Shengwen. He was once dealt with by the police station for theft. However, because he was too young, he was not sent to the juvenile discipline clinic, but he only left a record of the case.

Wei Shengwen, born in 1971, is thirteen years old, drops out of school, his mother died of labor due to difficulty, and his father died of work injury when he was four years old. There is only a 78-year-old grandmother in the family. The grandparents and grandchildren depend on each other and have no support. Because of lack of discipline, he met bad elements in society and became a habitual stealing at a young age.

Ma Guoqing decided to investigate this case himself. With the criminal investigation skills he learned from the public security cadre school, he was enough to solve a theft gang. Although the case was still not big enough, it was better than nothing, and it was much better than catching scalpers.

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At Zhongshan Cinema, the lights were on, and a humorous martial arts movie ended in laughter. The audience slowly walked out. Guan Lu was worried about getting separated and took the initiative to hold her father's hand. The young Xiaoguan was once again shocked by happiness and almost dizzy. The two of them flowed out of the cinema with the people. The rain had stopped. They took their bicycles and walked home, only to regret that the road was too short.

At the end of the alley, Guan Lu stopped and there was a street light downstairs of grandfather's building. If you don't say anything, you'll have to get it wrong.

"Xiao Guan, write me a letter." Guan Lu said, "Don't be afraid of me... Dad, he is a very open-minded person. Sometimes he is stricter, and it is also to test you. So, bravely pursue your own happiness."

"Well, I remember." Xiao Guan nodded vigorously.

"Go back quickly." Guan Lu was afraid that her father would not have enough confidence, so she thought about it and pecked him on the face, then turned around and ran away.

Xiao Guan's face was extremely hot. He calmed down in the dark for a while before pushing the bicycle back, and he was brewing in his heart how to write a love letter.

Guan Lu trotted onto the street. It was not too late. The last bus was still driving. She vaguely remembered the direction of Xiaogui's house. She drove about seven or eight stops. When she got off the bus, she saw Liu Yanzhi and Xiaogui waiting on the bus stop. The crackdown had just ended, and social security was not very ideal. Guan Lu came back so late, so she had to be scolded by Liu Yanzhi.

The three of them walked home and saw that the atmosphere was not right near the public toilet. Two people followed behind them, with their paces slow and calm attitude, not like thieves, but like stalking and guarding cadres.

"Don't look back and keep going." Liu Yanzhi said, in fact, he was also upset. If he was really a public security officer, whether he should take action or not, it would be a difficult choice.

After walking more than ten meters away, under the street light at the corner, a smoking man stood, with a white shirt tied in navy blue trousers, his sleeves rolled up high, and a pair of white black cloth shoes under his feet. He was dressed in an inappropriate manner, but he had a different 1980s.

Seeing the three of them coming, the man shook his long hair and came over and asked, "Mr. He, don't be fine."

Liu Yanzhi suddenly realized that he was treating himself as a Hong Konger. When he touched his body, his ID was indeed not in his pocket.

"Here." The man raised the pass to the mainland for Hong Kong and Macao compatriots in his hand, "If Mr. He hadn't taught them a lesson, I wouldn't have found you."

It turned out that I lost my ID during the fight yesterday and was picked up by those people. No need to ask, this man is the boss of the thieves.

Liu Yanzhi bowed: "I offended."

The man clasped his fists and returned the greeting: "I will introduce myself. My name is Kang Fei. At the order of our Golden Dragon Gang boss, we will come to pick up Mr. He to discuss business. Please."

Liu Yanzhi said: "It's so late, so don't go, let's go somewhere else."

Kang Fei said: "It's easy to talk about things at night. After the talks are over, I'll send you back. Let's go away quickly, the car is waiting."

Liu Yanzhi couldn't understand what the other party had in mind and sneered: "If you ask me to go, wouldn't I be embarrassed?"

Kang Fei said: "Mr. He broke the appointment first. Do you have to blame us? You can't go? Anyway, it's not just your family who wants Shang Ding."

Shang Ding?! Liu Yan was stunned and didn't react for a moment. Could it be the bronze tripod from the Shang Dynasty? It was a national treasure-level cultural relic. It turned out that Kang Fei was a tomb robber, and the so-called Hong Kong Mr. He was a cultural relic smuggler.

"Hahaha, I'm joking with you. Let's go, where is the car?" Liu Yanzhi was very skilled and brave. He decided to meet the tomb robbers for a while to save the lost cultural relics for the country.

Kang Fei snapped his fingers, and two headlights suddenly lit up in the dark place in the distance. It was a silver imported Japanese crown sedan. The driver had long hair and a cigarette in his mouth, looking careless.

Liu Yanzhi handed the bag to Xiao Gui and asked him to accompany Dr. Guan home, and then went back to the back seat of the Crown sedan. The two Kang Fei's subordinates clamped him in the middle, one left and one right, Kang Fei took the co-pilot position, drove out of the alley, turned to the street, and rushed away as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.

Although the incident happened suddenly, with Guan Lu's high IQ, she understood what was going on the spot. She couldn't help but feel deeply worried about Liu Yanzhi, but the little ghost said as if nothing happened: "The master went to the meeting alone, nothing happened."

The car was running in the night, and Liu Yanzhi could tell that it was heading southwest. Kang Fei smiled and took out a black hood and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, this is the rule."

Liu Yanzhi put on a black hood calmly. Although he couldn't see anything in his eyes, he still recorded and analyzed the direction and distance of travel, where to turn and what speed to maintain, all in his grasp.

After driving for half an hour, he finally arrived at his destination. Liu Yanzhi took off his hood, got out of the car calmly, and looked at the tomb robbers' nests.

It seems to be an abandoned warehouse, spacious and dilapidated, with windows very high from the ground, glass is basically broken, there are gantry cranes on the ceiling, large quantities of packaging boxes are piled up in the corners, dust on the tarpaulin, and wooden boxes serving as tables are placed with white wine bottles, beer bottles, peanuts, roast chicken, cigarette boxes. More than a dozen big men are cold-eyed, holding their arms, forking their waists, sitting or standing. Under the sea soul shirt are strong muscles and fancy tattoos. They strive to create a strong aura, but they have developed the temperament of police and gangster movies in the 1980s.

Liu Yanzhi took out the toad glasses from his pocket, pulled open his glasses with his mouth, and put them on slowly. This was the color-changing tea glass he bought in the Friendship Store in the afternoon. The trademark on the lens was not removed under the strong suggestion of Xiao Gui. He took out the Marlboro cigarette and lit one on his own. His legs in bell-bottom pants were shaking rhythmically, and a stream of cigarettes slowly spewed out. In an instant, the fashion style of the Hong Kong boss crushed the tomb robbers in mainland China.

Kang Fei coughed dryly and said, "Mr. He, this is the leader of our Golden Dragon Gang, Mr. Wu, and Boss Wu."

Gangmaster Wu is a man in his forties. He has a polyester white suit on his fiery red T-shirt, and his beard is very elegant. His eyes occasionally show ferociousness, which shows that he is not a person who is easy to deal with.

"Mr. He." Mr. Wu reached out, and Liu Yanzhi shook hands with him. After two fights, Mr. Wu pulled his right hand back and said boldly: "Drink!" He quietly put his hand behind him and shivered. The bones almost broke. Ten fingers connected to the heart. It hurts.

Liu Yan sat down and said with a smile: "Gangmaster Wu, what advice do you have to summon me so late?"

Mr. Wu Si said: "You Hong Kong people are all kinds of tricks. Why didn't you see anyone when you made an appointment the day before yesterday?"

Liu Yanzhi guessed that the money of Hong Kong people was lost and could not be traded, so he lied: "Oh, it's not very safe, your mainland tips are very powerful."

Mr. Wu smiled: "Thunder is amazing, but it's not that easy to catch our Golden Dragon Gang. Okay, I won't say much nonsense. Here, Mr. He will appreciate it."

After saying that, he took out something wrapped in newspaper from the broken wooden box behind him and opened it. Under the light, the bronze tripod emitted a faint light. The bronze tripod was not large in size, with a height of more than 20 centimeters and a diameter of more than ten centimeters. It has ears on top and three feet on the bottom. It has exquisite shapes and uniform and delicate patterns. The quaint wind blows on the face.

"Original from Shang Dynasty." Kang Fei said, "Don't underestimate our Golden Dragon Gang, we understand this too."

Liu Yanzhi carefully observed the bronze tripod. He did not understand the identification of cultural relics, but he intuition was that this thing was not a fake.

"The price needs to be discussed further." Liu Yanzhi deliberately bargained, "Since the domestic market is quite popular, it is difficult for us to stock up in our hands."

"100,000." Master Wu Si stretched out a finger, "It's not okay to have a single child left."

"Too high." Liu Yan said straight, "I don't have so much cash."

Mr. Wu looked at Kang Fei, who was obviously the dog-headed military advisor of the Golden Dragon Gang. He was unmoved by Liu Yanzhi's price reduction, but instead put forward more harsh conditions.

"Mr. He, even if you take out 100,000 yuan of cash, we may not sell it to you. We understand the international market. Overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia are just fine. You can sell it for millions if you change it. If it weren't for the lack of a way, our Golden Dragon Gang wouldn't have taken this treasure."

Liu Yanzhi sneered: "I still think it's too little to have 100,000 yuan, how much do you want?"

Kang Fei said: "We don't want money, we want goods!"

"Good?" Liu Yanzhi frowned. Could it be that these people planned to operate heroin? In 1984, few people in Omi were taking drugs.

"Yes, we want goods, smuggled goods, Toshiba video recorders, fifty units!" Kang Fei said viciously.

"Yes, the video recorder! You have to be equipped with a video tape." The big men said one by one, with a greedy light coming out of their eyes.

Liu Yanzhi lowered his head to smoke, thought for a while, and asked, "Is Hitachi's card OK?"
Chapter completed!
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