Chapter 113 Have you heard the story of Fa Qiu Yin?

What could have caused a seventy-year-old professor to lose his morals and become a riddle teller in the middle of the night?

Zhang Yang really couldn't understand.

He felt like he was surrounded by the Riddler.

Fortunately, another riddle solver, Deputy Team Leader Tu, took the initiative to call Zhang Yang on his way home and said he would come to solve the puzzle the next day.

Yes, this person solves puzzles with previews.

The face is gone.

"Are you sick?" Zhang Yang asked irritably on the phone.

"Yes, how did you know?" Officer Tu replied quickly.

"Are you really sick?"

"Yes, I had autonomic nervous system disorder and couldn't sleep all night."

"..."

Zhang Yang really wanted to say, you deserve it.

But on second thought, if Officer Tu's death was not due to retribution but simply due to work pressure, then it would be a bit inappropriate to say this.

After hanging up the call with Officer Tu, Zhang Yang took a look at WeChat.

Anna replied, saying that she would discuss the next itinerary with her mother today because there seemed to be some problems at the exhibition in the evening and they could not stay in Qingzhou any longer.

We have to find another place to deal with it.

Zhang Yang didn't say much and replied "OK".

This situation was within his expectations. Anyway, the deposit for the bronze pyramid in the yard had already been received, so even if the other party went back on their word, it wouldn't be a big problem.

……

When Zhang Yang got home, Shen Yiyi was still sleeping on the sofa.

She sleeps 25 hours a day. She is the ancient Greek goddess of sleep.

"Hey, wake up!"

Zhang Yang pushed her gently.

Shen Yiyi opened her eyes dazedly:
"It's not even daybreak yet, why are you up so early, brother?"

After saying that, he closed his eyes again.

Zhang Yang smiled helplessly and continued to wake her up:
"Don't sleep here, go back to your room and sleep."

"Oh~"

This time Shen Yiyi finally understood. She stood up with Zhang Yang's help and returned to the room by feeling the wall.

Just as Zhang Yang helped her close the door, he heard a "bang" and Xiao Shen fell heavily on the bed like a stone.

I guess he fell asleep again.

Look how tired the child is.

Zhang Yang thought to himself that he would torture Officer Tu tomorrow to let him see how much effort Xiao Shen had put in for his private job.

Isn't this a performance bonus?
……

The next afternoon, Deputy Team Leader Tu arrived as scheduled.

But he was a little different today.

"Officer Tu, why are you wearing such a unique look today?"

Zhang Yang looked up and down at Officer Tu's clothes.

It felt like he had stolen Lao Hu's clothes. He was originally a very burly man, like a great general in ancient times, but now he was dressed like a fool. I didn't know what he was going to do.

Will autonomic nervous system disorder also cause problems with aesthetics?

“It’s just work needs.”

Officer Tu patted his clothes and took out a few copper coins from his pocket:
"I've been investigating tomb robbers recently, so I have to dress more low-key."

“Look, this is what I got today.”

"Ancient copper coins? Show them to me."

Zhang Yang reached out and took it.

He didn't know much about copper coins, but the copper coins in front of him covered with green rust were so easy to identify that they were obviously "Han Wu Zhu".

The "five" on the Han Dynasty Wuzhu coin is very similar to the "five" in oracle bone script, both of which are hourglass-like patterns.

"Do you recognize it?" Officer Tu asked with a smile, "This kind of copper coin should also be considered a bronze artifact, right?"

"You can say that." Zhang Yang nodded.

"These five-zhu coins from the Han Dynasty look like they came from an ancient tomb. The green rust on them must have come from years of contact..."

"Contact what?"

Officer Tu looked at Zhang Yang curiously.

The latter answered him with a smile:
"The following is paid content. You have to pay fifty dollars to unlock it. But I can guarantee that it will help you solve the case."

"Tch! If you don't say it, don't say it."

Officer Tu reached out and snatched the five-zhu coin from Zhang Yang's hand:

"I picked these up outside an abandoned ancient tomb. From the holes I saw, I can tell that it was robbed not long ago."

"Mr. Tu, do you also know how to drill holes?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise.

"You are the mouse. Don't think I can't hear you."

"..." Zhang Yang shook his head: "Are you too sensitive?"

"Sorry, professional ethics."

"Forget it, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. I came to see you today for something serious."

"Yeah." Zhang Yang nodded.

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

"Nonsense, you have been riddles for a month, and then the dog will be surprised."

"Alas, this is because you are afraid of being exposed!"

Officer Tu touched his head a little embarrassedly. He certainly knew that his behavior was not kind.

But he was afraid that Zhang Yang would not be there at the critical moment, so he could only keep calling to harass him.

Officer Tu told Zhang Yang his plan:

Two years ago, the old leader of the Wuhan City Cultural Relics Crime Task Force instigated a middle-level cadre with the least serious crime in the team, code-named "Alpaca", to defect to a transnational cultural relics crime group.

He was the masked man that Officer Tu met at the snack street before.

There are less than three months left until the old leader is assessed, which will determine whether he will be promoted or demoted.

At this time, of course, we should try our best to retract the foreshadowing.

The alpaca is the most crucial foreshadowing.

However, because the old leader is no longer the direct leader of the task force, Officer Tu has taken on a "private job" and invested in advance, and he is the main person in charge of this roundup operation.

The action is divided into three steps.

The first step is to use the fake seals made by Yangtuo and Zhang Yang to lure out several teams of tomb robbers;

The second step is to use the Fa Qiu Seal to exchange the important cultural relics in the hands of these teams as a guaranteed reward;

third step……

"This third step is also content that requires payment to unlock." Officer Tu said with a nasty smile.

Zhang Yang turned around and went to get the broom.

Get out of here!
"Hahaha, no no no, actually this third step is very simple."

Seeing that Zhang Yang was getting anxious, Officer Tu quickly explained:

"The third step is for us to step in and purchase the Fa Qiu Seal. For every seal we collect, we can catch a group of tomb robbers." "We?" Zhang Yang pointed at himself. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Yes, you must participate because I'm afraid of receiving fakes or arresting the wrong person."

Officer Tu was very honest. He told Zhang Yang directly that this job was his personal "investment" and that he could not hire any official experts now.

Plus, the seal was made by Zhang Yang himself, so he would definitely be able to tell whether it was his.

This way, even if tomb robbers are very cautious and try fakes, they can ensure that they will not be deceived.

"Zhang Yang, as long as you do me this favor, you will be my adoptive father from now on. Every sip of soup I drink will be a mouthful of meat you eat."

"Haha." Zhang Yang smiled, "As long as you pay the appearance fee, of course I can help you."

"According to Mr. Bai Haibo's standards, one appraisal costs 200 yuan."

"No problem, I'll book 100 first..."

"Don't worry."

Zhang Yang stopped Officer Tu from paying in time.

Because in his opinion, the first step of Officer Tu's plan was difficult to achieve.

Who would exchange their own antiques for a useless seal?
Isn't that a fool?
……

"Ah!"

In the office of an international art trading company in Wuhan City, a gray-haired old man suddenly sneezed.

Directly opposite him, the young man sitting in the boss chair quickly took out a black mask and put it on.

He is the traitor codenamed Alpaca.

"It's okay, it's okay. Someone must be scolding me behind my back." The old man explained while wiping his hands.

"No, Lao Wang, you definitely have a cold."

The alpaca said solemnly:
"I've seen too many people sneezing recently. You should go to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Is that so? Then I'll go later."

Old Wang nodded, threw away the tissue in his hand, and looked at the alpaca expectantly:

"Where's the thing? Can you show it to me?"

"Hold on."

The alpaca bent down and solemnly took out a brown-red box from the drawer.

This is a genuine yellow box.

This shows how precious the things inside are.

After Lao Wang took the box, his heartbeat quickened involuntarily, and the smart watch on his hand started beeping.

The alpaca quickly reached out and pressed the box:

"Brother, calm down, don't die here!"

"It's okay, it's okay, let me adjust it."

Lao Wang adjusted the heart rate alarm threshold to the upper limit of 220.

At his age, if he could reach this heart rate, he would probably be done with it and would definitely not be disturbed by the beeping sound.

"This is just great."

"Really?" The alpaca looked at Old Wang's red face and always felt something was wrong.

But he still obediently let go of his hand.

The box opens.

When he saw the seal inside, Old Wang’s fever instantly subsided.

"Is this the Fa Qiu Yin you told me about?"

Old Wang picked up the unremarkable seal in the box and asked in disbelief.

"A man who is more powerful than the tomb-raiding lieutenant only uses this thing?"

"Isn't it funny?"

"Don't be anxious." The alpaca smiled.

He specializes in art business and is the best at fooling people.

"Here is the ink pad and white paper. Please put your stamp on it."

"Okay, I'll give you this face, Mr. Thirteen."

Old Wang followed the direction of the alpaca's finger, took the Fa Qiu seal, and pressed it three times on the white paper.

Then he picked up the white paper and carefully looked at the white words on it.

After a while, he nodded and said:

"The printed words look like that."

"But this seal is really too ugly..."

"There's nothing we can do. Our ancestors were like this." The alpaca spread his hands helplessly and handed over another photo.

On it is a file of a seal, which is even rougher in shape than the one in Lao Wang's hand, and is marked with: [Seal of the General of Tiger Guards (Eastern Han Dynasty), TB, collection of the Palace Museum].

Nothing is more convincing than the Palace Museum.

Even if it’s just the provincial one.

Faqiu Lieutenant General and Huben Lieutenant General are both official positions of the same level, so it is reasonable that their official seals are similar, right?

“That’s really the case…”

Old Wang muttered to himself.

Finally he sighed and accepted it.

"Okay, it looks like the real thing. I can even understand why Emperor Yongle didn't destroy the real Fa Qiu Seal."

"Because this thing is really too ordinary."

"Who said it wasn't!" the alpaca replied with a smile.

This is how high-end scams work. They only give the key information and let the other party figure out the rest.

No matter how convincing the lies told by outsiders are, there will always be flaws.

But the story that Lao Wang came up with himself has a direct logical loop.

"Boss Thirteen, please give me a price. I still have some spare money."

"I don't want money, I want goods."

"Aren't you selling fake goods? Why do you want my goods?" Old Wang asked in confusion.

"It's true or not, so there won't be any problems when selling it."

"That's right, you are indeed the Thirteenth President. What do you want?"

Old Wang took out his cell phone and showed Alpaca photos of the inventory.

The two quickly reached an agreement:
One Fa Qiu seal in exchange for thirty thousand dollars worth of stock.

The 30,000 yuan here is the usual price paid by tomb robbers for unearthed items, which is usually less than 20% of the market price.

After the deal was concluded, Lao Wang reminded the alpaca:

"Master Thirteen, please keep this a secret for me. I will study the secret of the Fa Qiu Seal carefully when I return."

"Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped."

After watching Lao Wang leave, Alpaca opened a document on the computer.

Pay attention to one of the lines of text:
[Old Wang, a man with a big head, is very superstitious. He believes that the Fa Qiu Seal and the Mo Jin Fu can bless him with peace. The difficulty coefficient of the strategy is 0.1]

He put a check mark after the line to show it was done.

Then I looked at the next line of text and dialed the other party's phone at the same time:
"Old Qin, have you heard of the secrets of the Fa Qiu Seal and the Chuang Wang treasure?"

　I am not feeling well, so I owe you a chapter and will post it later
　　
　
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