Chapter 89 I'm here to surrender
An hour later, a middle-aged man angrily walked into the police station near Yanjiang Road.

After entering the door, he stood in the hall and shouted:

“Are the police here?”

"Someone wants to blackmail me for one million. I'm so pitiful. Is there anyone who cares?"

"One million! I'm so miserable!"

This kind of commotion not only attracted the police officer on duty, but also the director who was about to get off work, to come over.

"Lao Deng?"

The director recognized the middle-aged man who was crying miserably.

"What's wrong with you? What are you doing?"

"Director, you've come at the perfect time!"

Old Deng wiped away the non-existent tears from his eyes, walked forward and raised the scroll in his hand:

"Someone lied to me that this painting was an authentic work of Zhang Daqian and asked me to pay one million yuan. But in fact, this was painted by a modern artist and has nothing to do with Zhang Daqian."

"Has someone set you up?" asked the director.

He handles cases along Yanjiang Road and often encounters antique-related scams.

As soon as I heard what Lao Deng said, I roughly understood what was going on.

"Yeah, they set up a big scheme for me, trying to bankrupt me."

"Do you have any way to prove that this painting is fake?"

“It’s better not only to check whether the painting is new or old, but also to be able to prove that it is worthless,” the director reminded.

This is the key to the antique fraud case.

"It should be possible." Old Deng nodded decisively.

He simply lifted the painting up and unfolded it in the air:

"See? This is a copy of a mural."

“This painting is completely new, indisputably new.”

"An expert friend of mine told me that this thing was probably copied from a mural by a modern person, no more than 20 years ago."

"Director, you have to make the decision for me. You know, I even sold my car just to raise money to compensate for this painting..."

The director looked at the scroll in Lao Deng's hand and nodded seriously.

"Well, Lao Deng, you take notes and we'll talk slowly..."

"Don't talk too much, just file the case now!"

Suddenly, a loud male voice came from the door, and then a male policeman in uniform walked in:

"Hello, Director. I am the deputy director of the Provincial Department's Cultural Relics Task Force. My last name is Tu."

"I'm here to help keep an eye on this case."

……

Boss Deng stepped in and punished those who had set up the scheme for him.

This is Zhang Yang’s second step.

The people who set up the scheme include Mr. Cai and the muscular man Lao K;

There is also the owner of a calligraphy and painting shop on Yanjiang Road mentioned by Boss Deng.

The old man in his family borrowed the painting from that boss.

This person is most likely the rare one who helps Mr. Cai find antiques.

Zhang Yang also thought about calling the police to arrest Mr. Cai.

But he always felt that Mr. Cai was guarding against him and that he might not succeed, and it was very likely that Xiao Pan would take the blame in the end.

Therefore, it would be best for Xiao Shen to contact her uncle and send someone to help Boss Deng seek justice, approaching the case from a strange angle.

As for the fact that it happened to be Deputy Team Leader Tu, it was purely a coincidence.

Who made him the deputy team leader? This position is supposed to do dirty and tiring work.

Zhang Yang thought about it and Mr. Cai said that he would use high technology to check the murals after returning.

Even if you pay to cut in line, it will still take at least three or four days.

This time is enough for Uncle Shen's people to track down Mr. Cai.

By then, the police will be surprised to find that Mr. Cai has a lot of cultural relics, including bronze artifacts, murals, and everything else.

But the development of things is often unexpected.

First of all, what Mr. Cai calls high-tech is actually taking photos with a mobile phone and editing pictures with a computer.

It was done in less than half an hour. After finding no problem, Mr. Cai went straight to the airport with the shopping contract for the murals that he had prepared long ago.

Bronzes are a little more troublesome, as replicas must be identified on-site at the Cultural Relics Bureau and a "Certificate of Replicas of Cultural Relics" must be issued, so Mr. Cai handed the matter over to Xiao Pan.

What’s interesting is that Mr. Cai and Xiao Pan split up into two groups, but neither of them escaped.

Xiao Pan didn't run away because when he was applying for a counterfeit certificate at the Cultural Relics Bureau, after he took the "authentic" and "counterfeit" out of the box, the staff swapped their positions and he couldn't tell them apart.

It was the first time that the staff in charge of guiding encountered someone issuing a replica certificate, but it turned out that they could not tell which replica it was.

And this is the case with all five items.

The suspicion was so great that the staff reported it directly to their superiors, seized the antiques, and called the police.

As for President Tsai, he didn't understand the policy clearly and he just had bad luck.

Murals are not allowed to be taken out of the country directly.

Although the staff also felt that it was too much to say that three identical murals were all authentic.

But rules are rules.

You have to get a certificate for each item before you can sell it.

If it were just that, it would be fine. It would be nothing more than asking the secretary to bring the things back and get a new certificate.

Mr. Cai can still leave first.

But as luck would have it, there happened to be an expert in Dunhuang culture at the airport, who recognized at a glance that the murals that Mr. Cai brought had a strong Dunhuang style.

And they were all things he had never seen before.

It is very important to understand that this has never been seen. After several generations of research, the more than 50,000 square meters of murals in Dunhuang have been fully recorded.

Will a few fish slip through the net at this time?
The expert called the police on the spot. He would rather be a clown than ignore any possibility.

This made Mr. Cai's idea of ​​giving up the mural and having his own people leave first come to nothing.

……

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After instructing Boss Deng to call the police, Zhang Yang has not left the house since.

He is waiting.

Wait for the police to come and investigate.

He had even thought about how to behave when facing the accusations from Xiao Pan and Mr. Cai so that they would not become suspicious of him.

After waiting for a full half month, everything outside the courtyard was calm.

The expected police car never arrived.

Zhang Yang couldn't hold it in any longer, and knowing that Officer Tu was in charge of Boss Deng's case, he called him.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hello? Zhang Yang, do you want to report it or turn yourself in?"

Officer Tu was in a good mood and was in the mood to joke with Zhang Yang.

"Neither. I want to know something."

"Is it related to some case? There are regulations for this kind of thing, I can't disclose it."

"It's okay, just tell me as much as you can."

Zhang Yang's requirements are not high.

"Okay, then ask me if I know."

"There is a boss named Deng on Yanjiang Road..."

"We can talk about this case," Officer Tu answered quickly, "Boss Deng asked you for help, right?"

"Let me explain first. It's not that I was being aloof. It's just that when he asked me a few days ago, the case hadn't been completed yet."

"Today, his case has come to an end. The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop who defrauded him admitted that he paid 200 yuan to ask a teacher from the art academy to help him copy the painting."

“So there is definitely no need to pay for this money.”

"But the calligraphy and painting shop owner is involved in other cases, so I'm afraid he won't be sentenced so quickly for the fraud."

"Another case? Is it a case of trafficking in cultural relics?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Ok?"

Officer Tu on the other end of the phone raised questions.

"Why do you say that? Zhang Yang, you're not here to turn yourself in, are you?"

(End of this chapter)