The big stone tablet is the real owner tonight.
The four police comrades slowly bent down, let the stone tablet slowly fall to the ground, and pulled away to the side to take a deep breath.
Li Aiguo and Director Han both approached and picked up flashlights to check.
Wang Weidong also squeezed in.
The stone tablet is covered with mud and moss, and its surface is mottled. Many places have been weathered. The vague inscriptions that are vaguely visible have a unique sense of vicissitudes of history.
This should be a cultural relic, right?
Wang Weidong was about to ask, but Li Aiguo couldn't help it anymore: "Xiao Han, is this the reason for such a big battle tonight?"
Director Han squatted on the ground and stroked it carefully with his palms, his excitement beyond words.
"That's it! It looks like a stone tablet from the Qing Dynasty...not...it should be from the Warring States Period."
A stone tablet from the Warring States Period...that's really a national treasure.
This guy is a thief, why should he be shot?
"This is the Warring States Period! Comrade Public Security, please take a closer look. This is clearly from last week." When the tall and thin man heard this, he trembled all over and shouted quickly.
Because he was being held up by the police comrades, he was unable to rush over and could only struggle desperately towards this side.
"Last week?" Director Han was stunned, his palms trembling when he touched the stone tablet.
According to the information provided by the informant, a local master brought a Warring States stone tablet to the pigeon market and prepared to find a seller.
That's why the local government launched such a big battle.
"Yes, it was last week, and I asked him to make it artificially." The tall and thin man didn't know whether to explain clearly. He was probably going to explain it here today. He struggled so hard that the two police comrades almost couldn't hold him back.
"Did you make it?" Director Han looked suspicious, thought for a moment, and waved his hand: "Drag him over here."
The two police comrades dragged the tall and thin man to the stone monument and released their hands, but still held his collar tightly.
The tall and thin man was kneeling next to the stone monument, sweat dripping from his forehead, and desperately wiping the upper left corner of the stone monument with the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket.
Soon, the soil on the stone tablet was wiped clean, revealing a line of small words.
When the tall and thin man saw the mark emerging, he breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed on the ground, and said with a smile: "Did you see, I asked the stonemason to carve the date on it."
Director Han was a little upset when he saw that the stone tablet from the Warring States Period had changed from the one from last week.
Staring at the tall and thin man: "Tell me, what's your name?"
"Big gold tooth!" Seeing that the police comrades believed what he said, the tall and thin man quickly replied.
Big gold teeth!
Wang Weidong was stunned. This name was so familiar.
Big Jinya is a celebrity.
He makes a living by reselling antiques in Panjiayuan, and has a gold tooth found in an ancient tomb embedded in his mouth.
Da Jinya has a wide network of contacts. He was the first to introduce several back-fighting businesses to Lao Hu. Later, he also had a back-fight with Lao Hu and Fatty Wang in the Longling Cave and was the "Minister of Logistics".
Wang Weidong looked up and down at the big gold tooth. He was nearly thirty years old, tall and thin, wearing a sheepskin jacket, a white scarf on his head, and a white cloth tied around his waist. He looked like a farmer from Shaanxi.
It shouldn't be the big gold tooth who causes big troubles.
Thinking about the time, it was wrong. At this time, Panjiayuan in the capital had not yet started selling antiques.
From Da Jinya's subsequent confession, Wang Weidong knew that his original name was Jin Liuzi, and he was said to be a descendant of Jin Wushu.
He made a living by forging cultural relics. This time his family really ran out of food, so he ran to the outskirts of the capital, stole a stone tablet, forged it into a cultural relic, and planned to sell it to the wronged.
"Your name is Jin Liuzi, why are you also called Da Jinya?" Director Han seemed to know this person and believed a little bit of his words.
Big Jinya opened his mouth, revealing a big golden tooth.
"Did you see it? It's pure gold, passed down from ancestors."
"Passed down from generation to generation, from generation to generation, big gold teeth."
Good guy, the golden tooth of love must be passed down.
This family is so cool...
Wang Weidong's heart moved and he asked with a smile: "Big Jinya, do you have a son?"
"Yes, a young man." Da Jinya replied, and then looked at Wang Weidong suspiciously.
"How do you know?"
Of course I knew, and I also knew that he would accomplish great things in tomb robbing in the future.
Wang Weidong just laughed.
Although it was certain that the stone tablet was a forgery of Big Gold Tooth, Director Han decided to take the stone tablet back to the police station for identification by cultural relic experts.
The stele was so heavy that it took five or six people to carry it to the car.
Wang Weidong was panting from exhaustion and confused.
How did Da Jinya transport this large stone tablet to Pigeon City?
At this time, it was already dawn, the pigeon market was cleaned, and a group of bill dealers were escorted out by the police comrades.
In the crowd, Wang Weidong seemed to find a familiar person.
He has a shrunken head, a thin face, and wears plastic-framed glasses, always exuding the temperament of a cultured person.
Scream, isn’t this Yanbu expensive?
Yan Bugui seemed to have seen Wang Weidong a long time ago, hiding his head in his cotton-padded jacket and deliberately turning his face away.
But his trademark plastic-framed glasses gave him away.
Wang Weidong's heart moved and he walked over with a flashlight, shining a bright beam on Yan Bugui's face.
With concern on his face: "Third uncle, why are you here? Did the police comrades arrest you by mistake?"
"You are a people's teacher, how could you become a criminal?"
Yan Bugui's face turned red to the roots of his ears. He hesitated and opened and closed his mouth: "Weidong...I..."
The police comrade nearby saw that the two knew each other and quickly explained: "We found a match ticket, two soap tickets, and 15 cents from this old man. We suspect that he is a bill dealer."
Yan Bugui almost cried when he heard the nature assigned to him by the police comrades. He quickly explained: "It's not reselling, this is all what I saved. Really..."
"Whether he is a ticket dealer or not, we will investigate clearly." The police comrade was very dissatisfied with him interrupting without permission and waved his flashlight.
Glaring at him: "Be honest!"
"Yes...yes...I'm a teacher." Yan Bugui shrank his neck and grinned to the side.
Wang Weidong knew that Yan Bugui was usually shrewd in calculations, but as for selling bills, he didn't have the guts.
With a thought in his heart, he first whispered to Yan Bugui: "Third uncle, don't worry, I will help you explain to the police comrades."
Then, under Yan Bugui's expectant eyes, he walked up to Director Han.
Director Han is angry about the fake antiques.
"Director Han, look." Wang Weidong stretched out his arm and pointed in Yan Bugui's direction.
"What are you looking at?" Director Han looked in the direction he was pointing. There were only a few white clouds floating in the bright sky.
He turned back and looked at Wang Weidong with a puzzled expression.
Wang Weidong smiled and said: "Director Han, I mean, it's almost dawn and the residents will get up soon. Let's close the team."
Since the stone tablet was confirmed to be a fake, Director Han already knew that the mission was a failure.
Although he was unwilling to do so, he still hesitated and nodded helplessly: "Close the team!"
In Yan Bugui's view, Wang Weidong said a few words to Director Han.
Director Han looked here twice, then stared at Wang Weidong, and nodded with a livid face, as if he was embarrassed.
But I did agree.
Yan Bugui breathed a sigh of relief.
Now there is help.
Wang Weidong, a boy who usually keeps quiet in the courtyard, is unexpectedly a good person.
It seems that I want to introduce him to a few more good girls.
"Close the team!" Director Han shouted loudly.
Li Aiguo and the public security comrades boarded the truck and asked the bill sellers to line up.
This task is indeed simple. You can go back to sleep later.
Wang Weidong took out the crank handle from his seat and headed towards the front of the car.
The young man who stole the watch suddenly jumped out of the truck and shouted.
"I don't want to squat on the fence!"
After landing, he staggered to his feet and ran towards the cab.
He also pulled out a black military thorn from his cotton pants.
Under the pressure of survival, he was extremely fast and reached the front of the car in an instant.
Damn it, are you trying to rob a truck?
Li Aiguo jumped down across the gang of cars, but it was too late.
The police comrades in the truck all looked stunned.
How did this kid do it with the thorn hidden in his crotch?
Director Han raised his pistol and was about to pull the trigger when he saw a black light sliding across the sky and heading straight for the young man's head.
There was a muffled sound of "dong".
The young man fell to the ground and twitched several times.
The military thorn fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
“Kuang Dang”
A curved black iron rod stained with blood fell to the ground in the distance.
