As far away as Melbourne.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Huang Youfeng found Yang Wei in a resort villa 80 kilometers away from the city.
The meeting between the two was very tense because in the past two years, Huang Youfeng not only had a new love, but also had a one-year-old child.
Because of a quarrel, he was beaten up by Huang Youfeng at Temasek.
"Give me back the property that belongs to me." First, he was physically cheated, and the lack of oxygen led to mental cheating. Yang Wei didn't want to continue to entangle with Huang Youfeng, "You can either give me cash or give me assets, about 15 million yuan."
Huang Youfeng's brows were twitching, Yang Wei was missing, and all the money belonged to him alone.
Now Yang Wei wants to take half of it, can he be willing to do so?
"Xiaowei," Huang Youfeng advised in the dark night on the grass outside the guest room of the manor, "we can get back together. Dividing the property will only hurt us both."
"I have entrusted a lawyer to file for divorce and property division this afternoon," Yang Wei said firmly, "We have no way back."
Huang Youfeng looks like one of the four evil men in Xiangjiang. No matter which one he is, he doesn't look like a good person.
Especially at this moment, in the dim environment, his expression became quite cold.
"Xiaowei, please think about it again."
Yang Wei turned around and left directly, refusing to think about it. She had only been missing for two years, and Yang Youfeng's son with another woman had been born for one year. What did this mean?
Huang Youfeng watched Yang Wei leave, and his heart slowly sank to the bottom.
Because he had bad ideas, he lost a lot of his legal savings, and he still had to split the remaining points in half, so he decided to take a risk.
At the same time, Zhang Jing came to Sentosa Cove.
The beautiful big cock said that the villa No. 23 owned by Huang Youfeng only had two nannies, so the risk was very low.
With the camouflaged leaves in his mouth, Zhang Jing walked to the path in the backyard of the villa as if nothing was wrong, and walked behind a camera to avoid the lens.
Masked, he jumped into the courtyard.
The backyard is about 15 meters wide and 10 meters long. In the League District and District D, this area is not large, but in Temasek it is very luxurious.
Unexpectedly, Huang Youfeng was still so rich after several major hemorrhages.
Using the prompts on his mobile phone and avoiding the three cameras, Zhang Jing entered the villa through the window.
Pass by the door of the room used by the servants and go around to the living room, which is decorated in a European retro style.
Take the stairs to the basement.
There's a swimming pool, a small six-seat movie theater, and a pretty solid-looking safe room.
Password door alloy door.
Pure password door alloy door.
The key point is that the password is automatically changed every ten minutes. Normally only Huang Youfeng can open it.
But technology is advancing. Zhang Jing reached out and grasped the metal handle, gently pulled it out, and the thick alloy door opened.
It seems as if the lock was forgotten.
What you see is neatly stacked new currency cash, like a pile of bricks.
Ignoring the cash, Zhang Jing came to the antique Yang Wei mentioned.
An ink painting, a calligraphy calligraphy, two pieces of celadon, and a colored wood carving of a female Bodhisattva about two meters high.
Take away all the antiques and keep the money...
Unlike the rice dollar and the euro, the new currency is a small currency and is not easy to launder, otherwise Huang Youfeng would not pile the money here.
In this case, just keep the money, use the gray money in this safe room to send Huang Youfeng in, and then occupy it... Thinking of this, Zhang Jing shook his head repeatedly. He just wanted justice to be done and fairness to be promoted.
No other ideas.
Move a blue single beanbag over, use it to block the safe room door that might close, leave quietly, and call the police.
The security police were very fast and arrived in less than three minutes.
In Melbourne, Zhang Jing opened the basement vault door and at the same time, Huang Youfeng received a message on his mobile phone.
The information showed that the safe at home had been opened, which frightened him to the point of losing his soul.
But after calming down, it was discovered that the villa surveillance did not call the police, and the nanny did not call.
Making him think the vault door was malfunctioning. ..
Feeling uneasy, Yang Youfeng decided to give up killing Yang Wei for the time being and go back to Temasek for a visit.
At noon the next day, Zhang Jing appeared on the second basement floor of the North Bank Museum of Silver Mine Bay in Xiangjiang.
Take out the antiques brought back from Temasek.
The ink paintings, calligraphy, and celadonware feel ordinary, but the approximately two-meter-long woodcarving of the colorful female Buddha looks valuable.
After waiting for about half an hour, Xu Zehong arrived.
Xu Zehong is the director of the museum, but he spends most of his time in Bingang City.
"Look," Zhang Jing pointed at the antiques he brought back in a space with moderate light and appropriate humidity and temperature, "see if they have any value."
Needless to say Zhang Jing, Xu Zehong recognized these as new goods at a glance and stepped forward to identify them.
"How is the progress of Mr. Fu Lei's revenge?" Zhang Jing crossed his arms and looked at the serious old man at work and asked.
"Five of the five Yang brothers and their five children have been buried with them. Others, including the Yang brothers themselves, are now hiding inside the base camp. I have sent more than thirty people into the Zen state to look for opportunities to attack the Yang brothers' base camp and kill them. .”
While Xu Zehong was talking, he took a magnifying glass and carefully observed the five antiques.
"Isn't it too risky?" Zhang Jing reminded Xu Zehong, "Five people were buried with him, and the spirit of the old master has been comforted in heaven."
Xu Zehong turned his back to Zhang Jing and shook his head, "Old Fu suffered a lot of torture and pain before his death. I will do my best to avenge him."
If the killing is no more than a nod, the torture is too much.
Feeling that the atmosphere was too heavy, Zhang Jing asked, "What has Xu Nuo been busy with recently?"
"She is currently working in paleontological research in southern Manila."
"Ahem," Zhang Jingqing coughed, "Professor Xu..."
Xu Zehong stopped inspecting the antiques and held a magnifying glass in his hand. He looked back at Zhang Jing and reminded him seriously, "You'd better call Associate Professor Xu, please feel at ease."
"Although I'm a little scumbag," Zhang Jing doesn't know what it means to be thick-skinned, "but my nature is not bad, and I am willing to do good."
Looking at the antique again, Xu Zehong asked Zhang Jing, "Would you let your daughter be with a man who has a group of girlfriends?"
"I think you should respect Xu Nuo's choice," Zhang Jing was not stumped by Xu Zehong on the second floor of the museum with a smooth and bright floor. "This is very important."
"She is not mentally mature."
It was obvious that Xu Zehong still had no way to go here, so he could only use the method of circling the earth to hit the enemy from behind.
The space was quiet for more than ten minutes before Xu Zehong spoke, "The ink paintings and calligraphy are both works by Zhang Daqian, and the blue and white porcelain statues should be non-precious antiques from folk kilns in the early Ming Dynasty."
"Where is the female Bodhisattva?" Zhang Jing asked.
"It is most likely a cultural relic from the early Ming Dynasty. The damage is quite serious. It needs to be x-rayed to see if there are any insect eggs inside."
Zhang Jing nodded and cooperated with Xu Zehong to move the 2-meter-high wooden painted female Buddha statue to the X-ray room on the same floor.
It was not a difficult task, and the test results came out quickly. Zhang Jing and Xu Zehong both looked at the front-facing film, only to discover a new secret.
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