He looked at the cold-looking young man in front of him. The words were clearly respectful, but when they fell into his ears, they sounded like orders at the moment.
That is the oppression of the soldiers by the superior, and the admonition of the eagle to the chicks.
He had no choice.
Mr. Su's face turned pale. At this moment, he realized the gap between himself and the other party. The previous contempt and debauchery caused by his age finally became the consequences of his own death.
He nodded and answered him very respectfully: "Yes... Okay, let's go back to the private room where we just talked."
Chen Qing nodded calmly. He looked at the screen of the phone in his hand, hesitated for two seconds, and finally placed his finger on the delete key.
He looked up at Mr. Su in front of him and asked, "You should know how to answer when the police come."
His expression tightened, but when he saw Chen Qing pointing at the phone in his hand, his heart dropped.
"I understand...of course I understand."
"Then let's go."
He walked ahead and returned to the private room minding his own business.
In the private room, the three young people were still sitting, but after Chen Qing and the others came in, they looked at Mr. Su's reserved and serious look and tried to tease him a few times to bring the atmosphere back to their familiar environment.
"Oh~ What's wrong with Boss Su? This is..."
Their voices were ruthless, and Chen Qing was already very unhappy at the moment.
"Shut your mouth."
He glanced at the people at the table. The three gangsters were usually not angry with such students.
They slapped the table under their hands, but before they could stand up, Mr. Su behind Chen Qing had already walked up to them and slapped the young man in the lead.
"What Mr. Chen says is whatever he says. Don't you understand that I want you to shut up?"
His voice was sharp, and he was no longer as helpless as when the three of them came in for the first time.
He slapped him so hard that the young man's face twisted, and two teeth came out of his mouth with a pop.
The two teeth fell on the dining table, jingling, jingling, rolling and bouncing.
Then there was a jingle, a jingle, a jingle in their pockets.
That was the cue for a text message.
They looked embarrassed, with stubbornness on their faces, as well as some worry and fear.
They looked at Boss Su, who had his back turned to them, and wondered whether they should sit down.
Some people spend money and want to have fun, so they have to have a horse boy to do something for them.
Boss Su is like this, and so are they.
Chen Qing looked a little more serious as he listened to the ringing in their pockets.
He looked at the leader and stretched out his hand: "Give me your phone. Don't look at it."
He emphasized, and at this time, Boss Su seemed to realize something.
He turned his head, his expression unchanged: "Didn't you hear what you said?!"
The ruffian seemed to want to pout, but at this moment his mouth was already twisted. He pouted and took out the mobile phone from his pocket.
"What's the password?"
"1437."
Chen Qing unlocked it, and what appeared on the screen was the appearance of the four police officers when they died.
"It's a big deal."
He pinched his eyebrows and saw Boss Su's curious expression.
"Want to see it?" he asked with a sneer.
But Boss Su didn’t answer.
"Watch it if you want. You'll die after watching it anyway." He stared into Boss Su's eyes, but the scoundrel behind him got angry: "Why are you pretending? You're fine, aren't you?"
When Boss Su heard this, a thoughtful look flashed across his face. He turned back and asked the other two horse boys, "Have you received it too?"
The two people looked at each other, and just when they were about to say something, their expressions changed.
They looked at Boss Su's face and turned pale.
As pale as if he had been dead for a long time.
The face was dead. They looked at Boss Su and stretched out their hands to touch their faces. The fingertips of that hand curled up the corners of their mouths, making a smile.
Then, in the next moment, they ran wildly towards the window of the private room. They jumped into the window with a precise diving posture. After about 10.85 seconds, a car honked from the car outside the restaurant. The sound of the flute.
"hiss."
Behind Chen Qing, Kalans was the only person here who dared to make a sound.
Looking at Chen Qing again, Boss Su's face had turned pale. All he could think of was that pale and smiling face.
That face, as stiff as a corpse.
He felt the cell phone in his pocket vibrating slightly, and he felt that the sweat that had leaked out from him at some point had soaked his bottom clothes.
It was a bit cold, his neck was like a rusty gear, and he looked up at the air conditioner little by little.
It's a bit cold, the air conditioner is turned on at 28 degrees.
"Pass this order, if everyone receives an unknown letter, please delete it directly and do not open it."
In front of him, Chen Qing was playing with the man's cell phone, his expression as before. After he finished speaking, the man behind Mr. Su wanted to speak again, but looking at Chen Qing's indifferent expression, the questioning words in his mouth But he was still unable to say it.
"Sir..." Behind Chen Qing, Kalans was a little worried: "If you do this... will I accidentally miss it?"
Although he was asking a question, it was actually a reminder.
Chen Qing nodded, deleted the text messages on his phone, and threw the phone back without saying anything else.
The man stretched out his hand to pick it up, but his hand was shaking. After picking it up four or five times, the phone bounced off his hand four or five times, and finally fell to the ground.
Mr. Su looked at him, his lips were already a little white, but the worry in his heart didn't seem to lessen much. He watched Chen Qing walking towards the sofa, and quickly followed him: "But... Sir, what's my problem?"
Chen Qing turned his head and stared at him indifferently for a while.
After staring at Mr. Su and getting angry, I asked him: "You don't know what you are thinking? You have been a lieutenant general for decades, so you don't know any rules."
After Chen Qing finished speaking, he picked up the previous glass of water to drink. But when he lifted the water, he paused when he was about to drink it: "Please change the bottle of water."
As he spoke, Karans left, but Mr. Su stood aside, looking timid.
He watched Chen Qing drink water and his expression improved a lot before he murmured: "Is there... no solution to this?"
Chen Qing looked at him with an even stranger expression: "Didn't I already give you a solution?"
He gritted his teeth: "But not like this!"
"You have to follow rules when doing things. You took other people's things and depleted their money, so you don't want them to be angry?"
Chen Qing asked him with a smile, his eyes turning to the piece of jade pendant left behind before: "Yu Han, please don't use it to pull it out, it's rude."
Sweat ran down his face. It seemed that at this moment, this was what he was really worried about: "Please tell me."
"You don't care about text messages?"
"It's better if you don't look at it. The evil spirit is real." He spoke hastily.
"What else did you take?"
"A painting and a gauze bed."
Chen Qing was stunned for a while, his expression a little dull: "Then you are really wicked."
"The money left under the ground...how do you calculate it as money?" He chuckled, and Chen Qing finally understood.
No wonder the other party asked to fulfill the contract here. Firstly, this is the base camp, which makes him feel at ease. Secondly, the stolen goods are here to make it easier to deal with things.
The so-called acquisition is nothing more than Shuanzi paying Gouzi.
Chen Qing shook his head and asked him, "Where is the painting?"
He dug his nails into the corners of his clothes, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he spoke to Chen Qing: "You are so shameless and offended...
I hope that no matter what you see, you will not reveal it in the future.
As a reward... this piece of jade... and half of the cash from the sale will be given respectfully afterwards. "
Chen Qing nodded, feeling a little curious. Seeing that Chen Qing agreed, Boss Su immediately rushed out without stopping, while Chen Qing followed calmly behind.
Kalans and Ma Zai followed at the end, and the group headed up to the higher private room.
After going up two floors, Chen Qing's expression finally changed.
He looked at a portrait being split into more than a dozen pieces. Each piece of paper had some old paint on it. Not far away, there was a pile of already processed and sealed picture albums.
"What a great player, Boss Su." At this moment, Chen Qing couldn't help but sigh.
This is definitely a master of forgery. An authentic work has been broken into dozens of pieces by him at this moment.
"I have only heard of this kind of fraud on the Internet before. I thought it was just a weird rumor in the antique world..."
There was light in his eyes, and it seemed to open a new door for him.
"It's not that magical..." Boss Su smiled awkwardly, but there was obvious pride in his eyes: "It's just a few tricks. By peeling off the stacked rice paper fibers, you can finally make the top of each portrait Really, although this method is not popular, it is barely available to some experts."
Chen Qing nodded and looked at the painting that was still being borrowed in the middle of the room. It was no wonder that the other party was unwilling to exchange it.
It's all been torn down like this, how can we pay it back?
Chen Qing stepped forward. The painting showed a picture of a woman holding flowers and sitting under a tree by the river.
The woman seemed to be alive, and her eyes followed her, making people feel that she was always looking at her.
"Did you find it? Mr. Chen." Boss Su followed up at this moment and sighed: "The craftsmanship of these ancients is really too strong. If it hadn't been passed down..."
He shook his head and said: "No matter what angle you look at, the woman in the painting will always look at you, but the imitation we made cannot.
But...as long as no one sees the real thing, this isn't a problem. "
Chen Qing estimated that if he followed the current borrowing progress, he would probably be able to produce more than a dozen imitations.
No wonder he didn't want to give it back.
Chen Qing shook his head. He didn't even open the eyes between his brows, but an extraordinary power had already seeped out of the painting.
"This painting is interesting." Bu Zhaozhao's figure appeared next to Chen Qing.
“The owner of the painting has a lot of grievances, it’s been going on long enough, and enough people have died, it’s almost turned into a non-relic.
pity……"
She shook her head, and Chen Qing naturally understood what that pity meant.
