Chapter 182 Frame-up
Under Sam's urging, Uncle Dong had to change his itinerary temporarily. He had originally planned to go to the jade workshop here to check out the goods, but now, he decided to go buy the mummy first.

As the two men reached the entrance of the factory, they were startled by someone coming out of the house.

The first to come out were two policemen in uniform.

"Are we late? Has this place been wiped out?" Uncle Dong muttered to himself.

Following the police, several men and women wearing white coats and carrying small boxes came out. They looked like staff members.

"There must have been an accident. Look, the doctors and nurses are here." Sam analyzed calmly.

But when Zheng Xiangqian finally walked out of the door, Sam and Dong Shu exclaimed in unison:

"Fuck!"

"What are you complaining about? Shouldn't you be talking about Wang Defa?" Uncle Dong turned his head and asked.

"I'm afraid you don't understand."

"By the way, WTF are you doing?"

"Because I know the guy who just came out. He is just as unlucky as me."

Uncle Dong explained simply:
"Do you remember Mr. Huang, the man who nearly starved himself to death running a clothing store? This man is his cousin."

"By the way, weren't you looking for him too? Now you've found him."

"Yes, I recognized it, too."

"I didn't expect him to be hiding here, and I didn't expect the police to find him and not notify me!"

Sam squinted his eyes and saw Zheng Xiangqian, who was not far away, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and wanted to hand a cigarette to the staff. He instantly understood why.

The cigarettes must be rolled with banknotes, otherwise there is no reason to take out a cigarette to entertain guests.

These people must have been bribed!
No wonder I called the police before, but there has been no response until now.

But in fact, Zheng Xiangqian was just politely handing a cigarette to the staff who came to review the production qualifications, and the other party did not take it.

"Don't go over there yet, come with me, I have something to ask you."

Sam took Uncle Dong to the side of the factory, behind a pile of cement pipes, and asked in a low voice:

"Help me think quickly, is there any way to make Mr. Zheng pay the price with blood?"

"The price of blood? You want Amomum villosum?"

Uncle Dong was so scared when he saw the fierce look in Sam's eyes that he stepped back repeatedly.

I thought to myself: Oh no, this black man is sick.

"Kill him? That's not necessary." Sam shook his head: "I just want to destroy everything he has and turn him from a rich man into a beggar begging on the street."

"Beggar? I see. You want to swindle all his money and property, right?"

"That's about it. If you can think of a good solution, after you get his money, give me 500,000 Euros and I'll give you the rest."

"what?"

Uncle Dong swallowed with some difficulty.

What a tempting proposal.

Could it be that the turning point in my life has finally come? Sure enough, no one will always be unlucky!
"If you are determined to take action, Mr. Sam, I have a few plans for you to consider."

"Okay, tell me, I'm all ears."

When Sam heard that Uncle Dong came up with an idea so quickly, he knew that he had found the right person.

This big bald guy is full of bad intentions.

The first solution Uncle Dong gave was "food poisoning".

Since the mummy can be eaten, Sam will join in the game, eat a little, and then blackmail people.

Anyway, Europeans have the tradition of eating mummies, so Mr. Zheng would definitely not say that the food is inedible when he sells it.

"When the time comes, get a stretcher and lie down at the entrance of this park. Then Zheng will be bankrupted!"

"Hahahaha!"

"What are you laughing at?" Sam was a little confused: "A mummy worth 100 yuan, do you dare to eat it?"

"If you dare to eat it, I'll charge you 100,000 Euros less. You come and perform."

"I... forget it, this plan is scrapped."

Uncle Dong originally thought that black people have strong digestive abilities and can eat anything in Africa, but he suddenly realized that Sam is British and might even be a black "gentleman."

For such a person, perhaps a more decent approach would be to ask him to pretend to have food poisoning in public, which is indeed a bit embarrassing.

"I have another plan."

"You can have your wife pretend to be a wealthy businessman from your country and deceive this Zheng into placing an order of 50 million. Then I will find someone to disrupt their production so that they can't deliver the goods."

"So when the delivery date comes, if they can't deliver, they will have to pay compensation."

"As long as the contract amount is large enough and the penalty is high enough, you can definitely make him go bankrupt or even give you the entire factory as compensation."

Uncle Dong’s words made Sam’s eyes light up.

He liked this plan.

He wanted Mr. Zheng to go bankrupt and beg on the street so that he could use a coin to humiliate him severely.

At the same time, he also wanted to import a batch of mummies and return to Europe to do business. If he was lucky, he could earn enough money for his retirement for the rest of his life.

It's like wanting both.

However, he was skeptical about what Uncle Dong said about "interfering with factory production."

Does this big bald guy really have such ability?
"Mr. Sam, don't you trust my ability?"

"I don't believe it. You said you are very famous in the Qingzhou antique circle, but no one knows you at all."

"No, I'm not being precise. There's a clothing store owner who knows you, but that's in the clothing industry, not antiques."

"That was a complete accident." Uncle Dong said confidently, "Besides, we are not in Qingzhou anymore. Just five kilometers back is Linzhou, my home turf."

"Do you know what it means to fight at home?"

"I understand, but we also lose at home, so you have to show me your strength first."

"No problem, then I'll give you a sample." Uncle Dong smiled evilly. Isn't he just a small factory owner? Just arrange people to smash him...

Wait, it looks like there are police here.

What if the police are there when the people we hire come to mess things up? Wouldn't that be asking for death?

Hiss——It seems to be quite difficult!
Seeing Uncle Dong stunned, Sam smiled knowingly.

"What's wrong? Are you thinking about the police and not knowing what to do?"

"How is that possible!" Uncle Dong immediately retorted: "Even if it's not illegal, I can still cause trouble for him."

"for example?"

"Don't worry, let me think about it first."

"Okay, then you take your time to think about it. I'll go back and prepare the contract first, and then we'll act separately."

Sam looked at Uncle Dong with contempt. He knew that this man was a little unreliable, but it didn't matter. He had already figured out how to cause trouble.

If all else fails, just burn down this warehouse-like factory.

……

A week later, Sam's wife Bella, disguised as Isabella, the British king's sister-in-law, bought 3000 pieces of stock from Mr. Zheng's factory and placed an order for 50 pieces.

She and Mr. Zheng signed a 5000 million contract with a deposit of 50. Both parties agreed that if the goods could not be delivered, a penalty of 2000 million would be required.

After signing the contract, Sam's wife took the goods back to her country directly, leaving Sam alone to operate the business in China.

After sending his wife on the plane, the black man, full of evil intentions, immediately called Uncle Dong.

It's time to take action.

That night, the Municipal Bureau received a report that a customer who had once approached Zheng Xiangqian to buy tourist souvenirs voluntarily surrendered himself and claimed that he had bought real unearthed cultural relics.

Including several bronze artifacts and pottery figurines.

These were all bought by tourists at high prices when General Zheng was launching special tourism projects.

It’s just that what Zheng Xiangqian was selling at the time were handicrafts, but now they have been replaced by similar authentic ones.

After all, Sam has been in the cultural relics business in China for many years and has many connections.

Although cultural relics cannot be taken out of the country now, it is still feasible to buy a few of the stocks in the hands of tomb robbers and use Uncle Dong's connections to frame Mr. Zheng.

……

Because the artifacts used were genuine bronze ware from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the old cultural relics police from the Municipal Bureau's office's face changed as soon as he took the item in his hands.

This is most likely the real thing!

He immediately asked other colleagues in the bureau to arrest the person, while he quickly reported the matter.

That night, the suspect Zheng Xiangqian was arrested at the Meng Paris Nightclub in Linzhou.

Two minutes before he was arrested, Zhang Yang received a call from General Zheng:

"Brother Zhang, something happened to me."

"The police are on their way. It might be difficult to deal with this time."

"You must go to my factory tomorrow, and my secretary will explain everything to you."

"What happened?" Zhang Yang asked on the phone.

But what came from the other end was the sound of the phone being hung up.

"what happened?"

Li Zi, who was sitting opposite Zhang Yang, gave him a questioning look.

The two were having dinner on a cruise ship on the river. They were enjoying the breeze and chatting. It was so comfortable.

But General Zheng's phone call completely destroyed the atmosphere.

"Nothing, a friend seems to have some problems, but this is not the first time he has encountered such a thing."

As Zhang Yang was talking, he suddenly felt like laughing. He felt that if President Zheng continued to play like this, he would be in jail far more times than himself.

Could it be that his purpose of studying Criminal Law is to violate the Criminal Law more efficiently?

"do you need my help?"

"No, I'll go check out the situation tomorrow."

"Do you want me to join you?" Li Zi continued to ask.

"Aren't you going to see the tomb's roof being sealed tomorrow? You should go back to your business first!"

"Okay, then we'll go together tomorrow." Li Zi nodded and replied.

"???"

Zhang Yang stretched out his finger, drew a circle on his temple and asked:
“Do you have a problem with your comprehension?”

"No problem, but when you say a friend, I assume it's a female friend, so I have to follow." Li Zi said confidently.

"why?"

"You promised me that you would find me if you wanted to be my gigolo. Now, I have to supervise you. Who knows if you are looking for a rich woman?"

"Where are there so many rich women?" Zhang Yang said speechlessly.

If it were so easy to be favored by a rich woman, I wouldn't have been so poor at the age of 26 in my previous life.

"Actually, there is, you just don't know it." Li Zi said very seriously.

She was clearly looking for reasons to follow Zhang Yang, and was a bit clingy.

Considering that this woman had just transferred the final payment of 10 million to his account, Zhang Yang reluctantly agreed to her request.

I had originally planned to use tonight’s candlelight dinner as a red envelope to give back to the “customer” after collecting the payment, but now the atmosphere is gone.

After a quick meal, Zhang Yang found a hotel in Qingzhou city to stay in.

The next morning, he took Li Zi straight to the mummy factory.

(End of this chapter)