Chapter 123 The Traitor is a Professional

"What do you call a handsome guy?"

"Zhang Zhuo, Zhang Sanfeng's Zhang, Dong Zhuo's Zhuo."

"Brother Zhang, nice to meet you. May I ask whose army you belong to?" Wu Bai asked expectantly.

Since he got the code, Zhang Yang stopped pretending and answered directly:

"Boss Gao asked me to come."

"Mr. Gao from the provincial capital? That's great!"

Wu Bai clapped his hands with joy and reached into his pants to rummage around.

Zhang Yang thought he was going to take out some great treasure and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The results were disappointing.

What I took out was just a payment code from ZhiXbao.

It was wrinkled and dirty, and it looked like Wu Bai was using it on a daily basis.

"Brother Zhang, just transfer the activity funds to me directly!"

"???"

Zhang Yang didn't understand what the other party meant for a moment.

"About the funding for this event, didn't President Gao tell you?" Wu Bai asked.

Do you have to pay for it yourself?
Zhang Yang was extremely unhappy and replied:
"He did, but I'll be reimbursed after the event. Do you want to come with me then?"

"No." Wu Bai shook his head. "I'm still waiting for this money to send my son to the Mathematical Olympiad class. The cram school doesn't allow credit!"

"That's fine."

Zhang Yang thought about it and decided that no matter how hard the life was, he couldn't let his child suffer, so he paid for it himself.

“How much money does this kind of activity usually cost?”

"Brother Zhang, how long do you plan to stay? What level of team are you planning to eliminate?"

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Yang was totally confused now.

But fortunately, Wu Bai is professional.

He walked over and closed the door, asking his son to do his homework, and quietly explained to Zhang Yang:

"Our Linzhou is famous for its fake antiques. Do you know this Zhang brother?"

"I don't know." Zhang Yang shook his head.

His answer choked Wu Bai.

However, professionals quickly found a map on their mobile phones called "China Fake Map".

The main production areas of antique counterfeit products across the country are marked above.

For example, Chang'an has Han jars and Tang tri-colored glazed pottery; Longxi has ancient jades from the Qijia culture; Hubei Province has bronze wares; and Shanxi Province has wooden Buddha statues...

But there is nothing in Linzhou.

“Brother Zhang, you see it this way.”

Wu Bai helped analyze the map:
"Look at the provinces and cities near Linzhou. Aren't they all rich in fake antiques?"

"We don't have it here."

"But Linzhou is more famous than the surrounding places. Guess why?"

"Because this is a distribution center?" Zhang Yang guessed.

"That's right, Brother Zhang is indeed a man who can accomplish great things. He hit the nail on the head."

Wu Bai suddenly flattered Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang felt a little confused.

But the other party's next words quickly explained why he said Zhang Yang was capable of great things.

"There aren't many counterfeiters in Linzhou, but there are many fake antique dealers. In East China, we rank second, and no one dares to claim to be first."

"Brother Zhang, you don't do fake antique business, you may not know that generally people who make fake antiques and people who buy fake antiques are not breaking the law, it's the person who sells the fake antiques who is breaking the law."

"The criminal law calls it knowingly selling fake goods."

"But this kind of crime is usually not reported by the people and not investigated by the officials, so we have a lot of people doing this job in Linzhou."

"Like leeks, one crop after another."

"You too?" Zhang Yang asked somewhat presumptuously.

"Of course, otherwise how can I help you, Brother Zhang, catch people!"

Wu Bai chuckled and continued to explain to Zhang Yang.

Ordinary fake antique dealers make money by deceiving people.

But Wu Bai is more capable, he makes money by "selling people".

Because he runs a scrap collection station, he has a unique advantage in selling fake antiques, so antique dealers often come to him.

And he almost never refuses anyone.

Not only did he join them, but he also thrived in various gangs and even became an indispensable member of them.

Later, a young policeman from the neighboring province tracked down a case of fake cultural relics and traced it back to Wu Baitou.

That person was eager for quick success and wanted to bribe Wu Bai to be an undercover agent.

Unexpectedly, he discovered a way to get rich by becoming a professional insider, cooperating with the police to arrest people or cooperating with reporters to expose the black industry chain.

It’s a bit of a pity that Wu Bai is too professional. He is good at catching people, but he is not good at gathering information.

Otherwise, just ask him to help find out about the alpaca or Zhuo Shisan, and Zhang Yang's task can be accomplished directly.

"So what is your current charging standard?" Zhang Yang asked.

It sounds like this money must be paid at the moment.

"Brother Zhang, do you have a clear target? For example, fake antiques, or who is selling the goods downstream? I can find out for you." Wu Bai asked very professionally.

"Yes, it's a man named Song Bing. Have you heard of him?"

"Oh, Boss Song, he's not cheap."

Wu Bai thought for a moment and said:
"If we want to arrest him, if we only arrest him, the reward is 100 million; if we catch him with evidence, the reward is 500 million."

"Is he so valuable?"

Zhang Yang was a little moved after hearing this.

This is more expensive than a wanted criminal!

How about competing with Wu Bai and becoming a bounty hunter yourself?
Wu Bai thought he thought it was too expensive, so he quickly explained:

"This Boss Song is very unusual. According to my conservative estimate, the value of the case he has is probably over 100 million. If you are short of money, Brother Zhang, you can first give him million to bring him back and give him a trial. There might be a surprise."

"Someone tried it before, but nothing came out of it."

"You have already earned over 100 million?" Zhang Yang asked with increasing surprise.

"How is that possible? I didn't understand the market that time and sold it for 10,000 yuan."

"After Boss Song came back, he became very cautious and rarely showed up in front of the brothers, so it became increasingly difficult to catch him."

"I see, Brother Wu, you are a professional."

"Hahaha, Brother Zhang, you're too polite. In fact, I suggest you catch a small gang of more than a dozen people. Seven or eight thousand yuan will buy you neither loss nor fraud."

"It can also be gilded a little."

"No, no, no, Brother Wu, you misunderstood. I don't need your help to catch people. I just need your help to let me infiltrate Boss Song's gang."

"Oh, you want to investigate slowly on your own, right?"

Wu Bai felt a little disappointed when he heard Zhang Yang's words.

He stretched out his hand with a lack of interest:
"Five thousand, and I'll introduce you to work in their workshop."

"But I can't control what happens after you go in. After all, that's Boss Song's territory."

"Okay, what if I want to be named in the bronze group?"

"The price is the same. Bronze ware is the simplest. If you go there, you will have to work like a beast of burden for them and help burn the boiler."

Wu Bai looked at Zhang Yang and shook his head slightly:

"With your physique, you can't endure that kind of hardship. You'll probably be back in ten days."

"It's okay, that's enough time."

Zhang Yang was about to pay and was entering his password when he suddenly thought of something.

After entering the bronze ware group, you still have to inquire about the information about pottery and porcelain.

Then why didn't he just join the pottery and porcelain team?

"Brother Wu, what if I want to join the ceramics group?"

"It's the same thing. It's a kiln anyway."

"I'm not good at kiln firing. It doesn't have the technical content. I want to get in touch with more core technologies."

"Ok?"

Wu Bai blinked curiously and asked:
"Brother Zhang, you are a reporter, right?"

"You guys are so involved now that you not only want to expose the industry chain, but also the principle of fraud?"

"Even if we film this, it shouldn't be broadcast, right?"

"Wrong, I'm not a reporter."

Zhang Yang shook his head.

"Then who are you?"

“I’m a professional faker.”

"Are you selling fake ones?" Wu Bai asked.

“I won’t sell it. If I do, I’ll just sell it as a work of art.”

Zhang Yang made a "no" gesture to Wu Bai.

"Brother, I'm a customer, don't look at me like I'm a commodity."

"Hahaha, sorry, it's an occupational disease. I see, Brother Zhang, you are here to steal my skills, right?"

“Almost, but not quite.”

Zhang Yang felt that if Wu Bai let slip that he was secretly learning the technology, he would be in danger.

"In fact, my skills are much better than those of Boss Song and his team, but I don't understand why they earn more than me?"

"I understand, Brother Zhang, you are here to learn cost control and marketing."

(End of this chapter)