The moment he heard this voice, Feng Yun was obviously stunned.
Why does this movement sound so familiar?
Feng Yun soon poked his head out of the window curiously and looked at the crowd gathered not far away.
Soon he saw among the crowd a fat man wearing overalls and leather boots with a big belly but a unique sense of flexibility. He was squinting and reasoning with a thin middle-aged man in front of him.
This person exudes the aura of the world, and his skin is rough. He is obviously the kind of person who travels all over the world and is exposed to the sun and wind.
You could call this person fat, but he always gives people a strong feeling.
Just like now, he can grab the middle-aged man in front of him with one hand, so that his feet can barely touch the ground.
It completely refutes people's inherent understanding of fat people's physical weakness.
No one noticed that Feng Yun's eyes flashed with surprise at the moment he saw the fat man.
He seemed so interested in the fat man that he couldn't take his eyes off him.
At this time, the fat man was holding the middle-aged man's neck with his left hand, and holding a porcelain bowl in his right hand. His eyes seemed to be about to pop out of his sockets.
"You said that Fatty sold you fake goods, which is pure bullshit.
Do you know about antiques? This is something from the palace of the Ming Dynasty, but it has become a fake when it comes to you? "
The middle-aged man was obviously frightened by the fat man's aura at this moment, and his voice became much softer:
"I asked someone to authenticate it, and they said that this porcelain bowl was fired just last week at most.
And look, the bottom of this porcelain bowl says it’s for microwave use. Isn’t this a scam? "
The fat man was obviously feeling guilty, and he immediately subconsciously hid the porcelain bowl behind his back.
But he was obviously a piece of shit, and with an attitude of unreasonably messing with the situation, the fat man didn't give in at all.
"Don't be ridiculous, tell me, if you want to get your money back from the fat man today, there is no way.
The worst thing you can do is find the person who brought the punishment department. It’s not like Fatty has never been there before, so he’s still afraid of you? "
Feng Yun had been paying attention to what was happening over there, and seeing everything in his eyes, a somewhat helpless smile appeared on Feng Yun's face.
Patting the driver on the shoulder, Feng Yun pointed to the fat man in the crowd and said:
"Come back and take him to the military mansion. I have something to do with him."
The driver was obviously a little confused. After looking at Feng Yun through the rearview mirror, he said suspiciously:
"Director, this person looks like a gangster at first glance. If he wants to deal with something, he can just go to Secretary Ti Xing. Why go to all the trouble to take him to the military mansion?"
This means that there is no way to kill a chicken with a bull's-eye?
If you want to deal with this kind of person, it is just a matter of one word from the director of the military department. Wouldn't the criminal department handle it on your behalf?
When Feng Yun heard this, he didn't explain too much and just motioned to the driver to continue driving.
Although the driver was confused, it was his duty to obey orders, so he didn't say anything more.
After finally passing through Balipu, the road ahead finally became smooth. Feng Yun quickly returned to the military mansion with Yan Qilin.
Because Yan Qilin was still wearing a hospital gown from a mental hospital, his appearance quickly attracted the attention of many officers and soldiers.
Naturally, this matter reached the ears of the commander-in-chief in a very short period of time.
"What? Director Feng brought back a mental patient wearing a hospital gown?"
The commander-in-chief's brows were knitted together, and he snorted angrily:
"What on earth does this kid want to do? He wanted to set up some kind of polling bureau, and we helped him do it. But so far, he hasn't done anything to investigate the case. Instead, he found a mental patient?"
The deputy general standing next to him also sighed helplessly:
"Chief Soldier, I feel that this matter was not considered well from the beginning.
But strangely enough, although Director Feng is young, he has always been very calm.
Ever since that meeting, it was as if someone had suddenly changed, and everything he did was becoming more and more unreliable. "
The commander-in-chief paced back and forth in the office. After a while, he looked at the deputy general and said:
"You go to the polling bureau for me and ask Director Feng to give a time for solving the case. We can't just wait like this.
He has actually issued a military order. The opportunity must be given to him, but it cannot be given so blindly.
He had better know his responsibilities and what the order itself meant. "
"yes!"
After receiving the order from the commander-in-chief, the deputy general quickly left the office. At this time, Feng Yun had just returned to the simple warehouse with Yan Qilin.
"This is the polling bureau. Although it is a bit crude now, it is a good start."
Feng Yun's words reached Yan Qilin's ears, but they did not dispel the doubts in his heart at all.
Yan Qilin looked around suspiciously. Almost every place here showed perfunctory and sloppy.
Sliding across the table a little, thick dust will appear on your fingers. You don't need to think about it to know that this place has obviously been abandoned for a long time and has just started to be used.
But Feng Yun didn't seem to care at all. After he came back, he sat at his desk, as if waiting for something.
"What does the polling bureau do?"
Yan Qilin's setting in the previous folk game was that he was taciturn and aloof, so this also meant that every question he asked was very important to him.
Feng Yun looked at Yan Qilin and did not respond immediately:
"Don't worry, I will explain it to you clearly, but before that we have to wait for a while..."
While Feng Yun was speaking, a group of officers and soldiers had already followed Feng Yun's order and left the military mansion.
They headed straight for Balipu and soon surrounded the two entrances and exits of Balipu.
However, even now, Balipu is still choked with water, and the fat man full of charlatanism is still holding on to the middle-aged man, refusing to let him go.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that selling a porcelain bowl engraved specifically for microwave ovens as an antique is obviously a scam.
But the fat man seemed to have become a victim and had to drag the middle-aged man to ask for an explanation.
Its core purpose is nothing more than not refunding money or returning goods. Don’t blame people for their incompetence and the uneven road. Recognize the mistakes that should be made.
No matter what, this is the rule in the antique industry. It really doesn’t depend on anyone if you miss it.
As for this middle-aged man, he really couldn't explain it right now. In desperation, he even came up with the idea of spending money to avoid disaster.
However, at this moment, a group of heavily armed officers and soldiers came to Balipu. This place is called a ghost market. It is a gathering place of three religions and nine streams. Normally, you can't even see a public official, let alone such a group of heavily armed and menacing people. Officers and soldiers.
The appearance of the officers and soldiers also caused the gathered crowd to disperse quickly.
After all, this group of officers and soldiers was not someone to be trifled with at first glance. They were all walking in a hurry, obviously on some mission.
The fat man, who had just dragged the middle-aged man with a stern look, was stunned when he saw the officers and soldiers standing in front of his stall, and then changed his appearance like a face change:
"Hey, sir, what are we doing, why are we making such a big fuss? Are we going to buy antiques or something like that?"
However, after looking at the fat man carefully, the leading officer and soldier immediately waved his hand:
"Take it!"
