Chapter 103 Embroidering One's Face
The overhead light cast a pale, stark light, and the two people's shadows were fixed on the gray wall.
Yang Zhigao and General Manager Zhao watched intently as Lin Sicheng left the counter and turned into the aisle.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked back.
Those two gazes were like two arrows, piercing straight towards us.
Like a wolf?
Or does it resemble an eagle?
Yang Zhigao felt like he was prey being watched.
His pupils contracted sharply, and he gripped the teacup tightly.
His eyes darted away instinctively, and when he looked again, the person was nowhere to be seen.
"Fuck your mother!"
He gritted his teeth and cursed.
In that instant, without reason, without warning, and even out of control, I suddenly felt a pang of fear.
But I'm a coward?
Having struggled for half my life, what kind of scenes haven't I experienced, what kind of ruthless people haven't I seen?
I was actually stunned by a child?
He was secretly annoyed, but gritted his teeth: millions of dollars in income, ruined by this little bastard?
If I don't mess with you, I'm not surnamed Yang.
Lin Changqing? Even Lin Changtian was useless...
"Old Zhao, get him!"
His voice was deep and menacing.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no response.
Yang Zhigao turned around and was taken aback.
Old Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the doorway, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
That son of a bitch is even worse than me?
Yang Zhigao immediately retorted, "What are you panicking for?"
It's more than just panic.
Mr. Zhao wiped his sweat, his lips trembling, "Chairman Yang, does he know I'm from Jinghong?"
Yang Zhigao was stunned for a moment.
He was so angry he was about to explode, wishing he could kill that little bastard on the spot, that he didn't really pay attention to what was being said.
"What happened to Jinghong this time?"
Mr. Zhao lowered his voice, almost roaring, "He knows this is hazardous material!"
Yang Zhigao was shocked: "How is this possible?"
Mr. Zhao didn't speak, but pointed to the table. The two men involuntarily focused their gaze on the Guanyin statue in the center of the desk.
Then, they slowly moved upwards and collided.
Suddenly, the two of them were jolted awake: the store contained tens of millions of yuan worth of hazardous materials.
Although it's not easy to define, the problem lies precisely in the difficulty of defining it...
"Old Zhao, don't panic... maybe that kid just had a coincidence!"
"Okay, I'm not panicking..."
Mr. Zhao nodded vigorously, but his hands trembled...
...
The autumn sun scorched the road, and golden willow leaves swirled in the wind.
Just a wall away, the police badge of the Public Security Bureau gleamed brightly.
Shang Yan and Fang Jingxian stood frozen by the car, their throats bobbing, a lump of anger stuck in their chests, but they couldn't exhale it.
Instinctively, the two exchanged a glance, then turned their heads at the same time to stare at Lin Sicheng, who was twenty paces away.
With the phone pressed to his ear, one hand in his pocket, and his feet shifting back and forth, he unconsciously kicked the brick edge of the green flower belt.
Relaxed, casual, and leisurely.
After two rings, a lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, as if the person had just woken up: "Lin Sicheng, you're here so fast?"
Lin Sicheng paused, then checked the time: That's right, eleven o'clock?
"Teacher, you're still not up?"
"No!" Wang Qizhi yawned. "I was planning to have a couple of drinks with you last night, but you didn't come, so I had some by myself!"
"And then you got yourself drunk?"
"Otherwise what? If you're in a good mood, shouldn't you drink to your heart's content?"
Lin Sicheng didn't know what to say.
Then came the gurgling sound from the receiver, like someone drinking water: "Have you finished looking at it for Shang Yan?"
"I've finished looking at them!" Lin Sicheng came back to his senses and started to get down to business. "I looked at two items, one is a Buddha statue from the Wahan period in Myanmar, and the other is a standing Guanyin statue made of Wei Liao. They are both quite large, about half an arm's length tall."
"Huh, a Buddha statue for the Sunday Festival?" Wang Qizhi immediately understood. "Is it being sold as a tribute Buddha statue for the Ming Dynasty?"
"almost!"
"Tsk, if it weren't for you, we'd have to pay at least two or three million in compensation. Shang Yan owes you a huge favor!" Wang Qizhi took a sip of water. "And what's the other bottle?"
"A jade Guanyin statue with vibrant green and floating patterns, a dangerous find!"
"Haha, another few million, did the seller beat you up?"
Wang Qizhi laughed gleefully, but suddenly his laughter stopped abruptly. "Wait, what juicy gossip are you going to share!"
Lin Sicheng felt relieved: He knew Wang Qizhi must know.
"Dangerous material!"
Wang Qizhi was stunned: This wasn't an ordinary antique transaction; this was a setup...
After a few seconds of pause, Wang Qizhi's tone turned serious: "Where did you see it?"
"Kaiyuan!"
"Is there any more?"
“Yes!” Lin Sicheng sighed. “A whole store, eight counters, four display cases, at least several hundred items. I don’t even know how many are in the warehouse…”
"Warehouse? What warehouse?"
Wang Qizhi took a breath, then slammed his water glass down on the table with a thud. "Lin Sicheng, do you even know you've stabbed someone in the throat?"
Lin Sicheng chuckled, "I know!"
"What are you laughing at?" Wang Qizhi sobered up considerably. "You come back first, I'll handle the rest!"
Lin Sicheng looked across the street: "Teacher, I'm at the entrance of the police station!"
What, do you want to report this to the police?
Wang Qizhi sneered: "Wishful thinking!"
Lin Sicheng said helplessly, "Teacher, I originally came to consult with Director Guan. But I feel that you have more experience, so I would like to ask you to help me analyze how far this case can go if we handle it?"
"It won't take long, at most two or three years. You know the reason very well: local institutions lack scientific and effective appraisal methods. Hundreds or thousands of items all have to be sent to the capital for testing. What does that mean?"
To put it bluntly, obtaining evidence is too difficult.
But that's enough.
The hazardous materials were just a pretext; as long as Chairman Yang got in, even if it was only a six-month sentence.
But the Hetian jade case is a clear case of fraud, involving a larger sum of money, a wider scope, and a worse impact. If it gets exposed, Chairman Yang will never be able to get out of prison again.
Lin Sicheng nodded: "Thank you, teacher!"
"Go ask Guan Xingmin first, then come home and we'll discuss it further! Also..."
After a pause, Wang Qizhi's voice became more serious, "As the saying goes, a cornered dog will jump over the wall. Lin Sicheng, you'd better not be careless!"
"Teacher, I know!"
Otherwise, he wouldn't have run to the police station as soon as he left the mall.
Lin Sicheng let out a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.
Having been reborn for eighteen years, it was as if he had been given a cheat code, with more and more resources available than he could possibly use. Therefore, Lin Sicheng never considered using any connections or conveniences to satisfy any of his personal desires.
But why not lend it when necessary?
Personal grudges are one aspect, but morality is another: someone like Yang Zhigao can deceive people out of their entire life's work. He himself can't even count how many people he has harmed so far.
I just can't bring myself to not send it in...
After pondering for a moment, Lin Sicheng dialed Guan Xingmin's number again: "Director Guan, are you at the office? Oh, I'm helping out at the provincial department. You can go ahead and get back to work!"
"It's nothing much, I just wanted to ask: do you want to make a contribution?"
"Haha, I miss it so much, I dream about it! That's good, I'll call you again when you're not busy..."
Lin Sicheng let out a sigh of relief after hanging up again.
Besides fraud, Yang Zhigao had also committed numerous acts of threats and extortion in his previous life, which is why he was ultimately sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve.
Therefore, we definitely need to be careful.
But as the saying goes, the sooner Chairman Yang is arrested, the fewer people he will harm.
Hmm, thinking about it this way, revenge becomes secondary?
Fighting evil and upholding justice... isn't that exactly what describes us?
Lin Sicheng chuckled as he pondered, trying his best to flatter himself...
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