Ma Jian was sitting in the office watching He Ren's live broadcast at this time. He Ren didn't do much video treasure appraisal during this period, which made him a little uncomfortable.
The effect was still good when He Ren first started live broadcasting, catching two in three days. Now it has been more than a week, and just yesterday during the live broadcast, he encountered a Kui Kou Bowl that was suspected to be an obvious weapon.
As soon as Ma Jiang called, the comrades in Gan Province said that the eldest brother had already handed it in...
This made Ma Jian very depressed. As a civil servant, he had too few opportunities to make meritorious deeds!
Originally, He Ren was broadcasting live outdoors today, but Ma Jian didn't have much hope. The things on the street stalls usually didn't require them to call the police. Even if there was a problem, the comrades at the police station could handle it.
From what I saw earlier, it was pretty much what Ma Jian was thinking. He Ren was taking several beauties to a live broadcast, obviously on a trip.
Ma Jian was embarrassed, He Ren, you are such a good bait, it would be a pity not to go fishing, how can you lose your mind by playing with things?
Unexpectedly, before Ma Jian finished sighing, his phone rang.
Hearing Zhang Nuo explain what happened, Ma Jian became excited, "You mean there are cultural relics in those cloth paintings?"
Zhang Nuo didn't know the specific situation, so he had to report it truthfully, "He didn't explain clearly. He only said that he had a big job and asked you to come and see..."
"I'm not far from you. I'll be there soon, fifteen minutes! No, ten minutes!"
Ma Jian was very excited. He finally had a chance. He immediately shouted, "Xiao Li, come with me. Let's live."
Xiao Li also met He Ren. He was present the last time Ma Jian went to police officer He Ren to cooperate. At this time, he skillfully started the car and asked casually, "Brother Ma, is that He Ren again?"
Ma Jian nodded, "Yes, it's this guy. Didn't there be documents on it some time ago that focused on the trade and loss of cultural relics? This guy has helped us a lot."
Xiao Li was a little strange, "Brother Ma, we have paid a lot of attention to other treasure appraisal anchors, but the probability of encountering trouble is not as high as that of He Ren. Isn't it a bit too coincidental?"
"How would I know……"
Ma Jian responded casually, "Has He Ren encountered a lot of things?" He thought it was a little short just now. But after thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is indeed a bit much. It has been less than a month since He Ren's live broadcast, and there have been several outdoor broadcasts in the middle, and problems have already occurred four times.
"Maybe this is also a kind of talent, right? This kid He Ren has some talent..."
He Ren didn't want this kind of talent. He was holding the human skin thangka in gloves to stall for time.
I have to say that the thangka is quite beautifully made, and it is not big. It is not made in one piece, but a piece of skin from the back is cut off and embroidered on cotton.
If the sale is really allowed, it should be able to sell for five to six hundred thousand. If it goes up for auction, it may be over one million.
The boss was a little amused, "Young man, are you doing this very professionally? Thangkas are different from ordinary paintings. You are not afraid to touch them."
He Ren shook his head, he didn't dare to touch...
After looking at it for a long time, the boss began to wonder, "Young man, what are you looking at? Isn't it just a Padmasambhava? Can you still see flowers? I have many more similar thangkas, much better than this one. It’s still beautiful, why don’t you look at something else?”
He Ren was shocked, and his voice began to tremble, "Boss, do you have anything else that you haven't shown yet?"
"Yes." The boss took the thangka out of He Ren's hand without leaving a trace, put it on his arm, and then lowered his head and took out five small thangkas from the travel bag on the side, "Take a look. They are all here, all of them are Guru Padmasambhava, and the last one is from the late Qing Dynasty."
He Ren took it tremblingly, as if what he held in his hand was not five thangkas, but five human lives...
While He Ren was looking at other thangkas, Ye Zi asked in a low voice, "Boss, how can I sell this thangka?"
"This one..." The boss showed a sly smile, "The embroidery work on this one is better than the one you have. I really can't sell it for less than five thousand."
Ye Zi grabbed the boss's arm and shook it, "Boss, I already bought one from you, so why don't you make it cheaper?"
He Ren had finished reading the thangkas in his hands and let out a sigh of relief. He thought the boss still had human thangkas, but it turned out that he was not, it was just a simple Guru Padmasambhava, which almost scared the boss to death...
But He Ren was shocked when he heard Ye Zi's price inquiry again, and immediately looked at Ye Zi with wide eyes, "Oh, what are you doing?"
Ye Zi pretended to be innocent and looked at He Ren innocently, "Brother Ren, what's wrong? Don't you want this thangka?"
"I don't want it...but you can't want it either."
Ye Zi was stunned, but the boss was not happy, "Young man, what are you talking about? This thing belongs to me, I can sell it to whomever I want! Sister, don't listen to him, I'll sell it to you for three thousand yuan ”
He Ren was numb, and Ma Jian hadn't come yet. It was hard for him to explain to Ye Zi, what if the boss ran away? It will be troublesome to catch him then.
"Oh, Ye Zi, it's not what you think. You can't have this thangka anyway."
The boss was anxious and grabbed He Ren's arm, "Please tell me clearly, why can't you take my things?"
"Yes, He Ren, tell me, why can't I take the boss's things?"
At this moment, Ma Jian suddenly arrived. He and Xiao Li vaguely surrounded the boss and He Ren in the middle. Ma Jian pulled away the boss's hand and asked the same question.
When He Ren saw Ma Jian arrived and was wearing plain clothes, he immediately understood what he meant, and then whispered in Ma Jian's ear about the human skin thangka.
"Human skin? Damn it!"
Ma Jian was shocked. He didn't know the history and origin of thangka. He grabbed the boss's wrist and twisted it with his backhand, and almost took out the gun. He thought the boss had killed someone for a painting.
"Ouch, it hurts, what are you doing?"
Although he was a civilian, Ma Jian's skills were not outstanding. The boss immediately knelt down and said, "Who the hell are you? What are you going to do?"
Xiao Li saw that the leader was already taking action, so how could he stand by and watch? He immediately rushed over and pressed his knee on the boss's back, knocking him to the ground.
The boss was pinned down by Xiao Li, his head came into close contact with the ground, and he couldn't help but howl, "Who on earth are you? My name is not in vain, I am the eighth boss of Nancheng. I am so anxious that I can do anything. You can do it!”
As soon as the boss howled, a group of onlookers gathered around to watch the excitement. Ma Jian took out his police officer ID and showed it to everyone.
"The police are handling the case. Please stop watching and disperse."
Xiao Li had already taken out the handcuffs and put them on Nancheng Laoba.
"Nancheng Laoba, right?" Xiao Li was merciless in these two attacks, and almost broke Laoba's wrist, "Let's see what you can do."
The boss immediately got scared and said, "Uncle policeman, I was joking."
