Chapter 212 Pretending to be a Son

"Are you kidding me? There are no real artifacts in the museum?"

The old Taoist priest looked at Zhang Yang in shock. He never dreamed that the plot would unfold like this.

Funny? There are no artifacts in the museum, so why are they here today?
"Well, there really isn't."

Zhang Yang pointed in the direction of the showroom and said:
"When you came here, didn't you visit? Didn't you notice that the things inside were so perfunctorily protected? If the real cultural relics were preserved like this, the museum director would have been arrested and investigated long ago."

"Of course I visited..."

Master Zou Tianshi told Zhang Yang that they not only visited the museum, but also looked at the cultural relics on display and analyzed which ones they would want later.

Now that Zhang Yang said this, he felt like they were COSing the Jokers in playing cards and parading around the museum.

"Shit! What do we do now?"

As the old Taoist priest spoke, he glanced back at the conference room anxiously.

Judging from the noise coming from inside, Ms. Billie Liu was still arguing with others, wanting to exchange her own son for more antiques.

But the two staff members of the museum should know what the situation is in their unit, right?

They don’t even have the money to exchange the museum’s cultural relics for their son’s life!

What worries Zou Tianshi even more is:
If the unlucky Lao Gao refuses because he has no cultural relics, and Billy Liu turns around and asks him to kill the hostage, what will he do then?
He just wanted to set up a trap and send this woman named Liu and her husband, a cultural relic dealer in Lin'an, to jail together.

But I didn’t think it was actually a crime!

The so-called kidnapping was nothing more than giving Lao Gao's son two thousand yuan and deceiving him into cooperating with himself in a play and going out of town to play. He would come back on his own after two days.

There is no need to tear up the ticket.

So how do we move forward in this situation?

Zhang Yang saw that the old Taoist priest's face was turning pale and blue, and he knew that he was anxious.

After careful consideration, he suggested:
"Why don't you go call that Liu out, and we can set up a new trap to trick her."

"Both of us?"

"Yes, let's go back to Qingzhou. I have all the fake antiques ready-made. It's easy to pretend to be a tomb robber and do some stinging."

"It's useless." Zou Tianshi shook his head and said, "They came back this time just for the things in this museum."

"They know that the bronze artifacts you have cannot be shipped abroad, so they won't even consider it."

"They came here for the gold and silver wares, and they had already decided to send replicas abroad for exhibition, so the target had to be a museum."

"If that doesn't work, I'll just open a museum!" Zhang Yang said generously.

He actually had the idea of ​​opening a private museum before, but Grandpa Lu strongly opposed it, saying it was a pure waste of money, so the idea was shelved.

"Forget about the museum. Let's do something practical."

Master Zou Tianshi thought about it and felt that although the idea of ​​opening a museum was feasible, it was too late in terms of time.

He suggested to Zhang Yang:
"How about you help them forge a few artifacts from the museum?"

"The kind that can hide from the police and customs. I remember you did something like this before, didn't you?"

"It's possible to conceal it, but in the end, if they want to convict Liu, the police will definitely have to investigate the source of the stuff."

"They checked and found that the items lost by the museum were all fakes. Plus, Billie Liu is a foreign citizen. How many months do you think she will be sentenced to..."

"That would be a waste of time." Master Zou continued with Zhang Yang's words.

He scratched his hair in pain. He had thought it was a simple matter, but when he came to the final step, he found it was full of loopholes.

I couldn't help but sigh: "It's so hard to be an undercover agent!"

"Hahaha, that's true." Zhang Yang nodded in agreement.

The two looked at each other, unable to think of any other solution for a moment.

Just then, the door to the conference room opened.

Zhang Yang's attention was quite focused. When he saw someone about to come out, he simply walked past Master Zou and walked forward, as if he didn't see the old Taoist priest at all.

Then he walked past Billie Liu who had just left, pushed open the door of the conference room and walked straight in.

Mr. Liu thought he was here for a meeting and quickly made way for him.

……

In the meeting room, Lao Gao sat on a chair with a gloomy face, supporting his chin with one hand, motionless, as if thinking about something. Next to him, the aunt stood with her back against the chair, staring at the top of Lao Gao's head with a depressed look, as if she had something to say but couldn't.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang interrupted and asked at the right time.

The aunt looked up at him, shook her head and said, "Nothing, just a small matter."

"Are you sure it's a small matter?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang. Lao Gao and I have some things to deal with, so we can't accompany you later. How about I take you out first?"

"That's okay."

Zhang Yang looked at Lao Gao deeply. He was actually very curious about what had just happened in the meeting room, but he really had no right to ask.

I could only go over and pat Lao Gao on the shoulder:

"Thank you Master Gao for your hospitality today. I'll be leaving now. We can have another chance to communicate later."

Perhaps it was Zhang Yang’s words that disturbed Lao Gao’s thinking, and his posture finally changed.

He stopped supporting his head and suddenly stood up from his chair and said to Zhang Yang's back:
"and many more!"

"Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment."

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Yang turned around and asked, with an expectant look on his face.

But the lady next to him seemed to have predicted something. She walked up to Lao Gao and made a "hush" gesture to him, telling him not to speak in a hurry.

Then he left Zhang Yang aside, pulled Lao Gao to a corner and had a detailed chat with him.

The two people seemed to be speaking in dialect, which Zhang Yang could not understand. However, judging from their expressions, the old lady seemed to be a little annoyed. She crossed her arms and looked very unhappy.

Lao Gao's face was livid, he said little, and his attitude was very firm.

"That's fine, I won't take care of this matter anymore!"

The aunt finally speaks Mandarin.

But he just said this, and then walked away angrily. When he passed by Zhang Yang, he didn't even bother to say hello.

After the aunt left, Lao Gao went over and closed the door of the meeting room.

Just when Zhang Yang was wondering what the other party was going to do, Lao Gao turned around and suddenly knelt down in front of Zhang Yang.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Yang hurried over and tried to help the other person up.

But Lao Gao knelt down and backed away repeatedly, while raising his hand to make a "no" gesture.

"Mr. Zhang, please listen to what I have to say first."

"Okay, then tell me quickly."

Zhang Yang found a chair nearby and sat down.

As long as he doesn't stand in front of Lao Gao, the other party is not kneeling to him.

"My son has been kidnapped, and now the kidnappers are demanding that we exchange him for the museum's artifacts before they release him."

"Eh? Mr. Zhang, aren't you surprised?"

"Surprised? Yes, yes, I am a little surprised, but it's okay. Kidnappers often make all kinds of weird requests nowadays."

“Ours is different.”

Lao Gao explained Zhang Yang's words:
"The kidnapper I met this time wanted to take our country's top cultural relics and sell them outside!"

"It's very serious in nature."

"Actually, there's no need to say so much. Just tell me how I can help you."

"We are all craftsmen. If I can help, I will definitely help."

"I……"

Lao Gao was stuck for a moment, gritted his teeth and said:

"I would like to ask you, Mr. Zhang, to pretend to be the son of our museum director."

(End of this chapter)