Let the bullet fly for a while.
The night before President Wei left the crew, Wen Zichuan went to his room alone.
"Are you here to complain on behalf of Xiaoming, or do you have something else to talk to me about?" Wei Jing was his boss, so the look in his eyes when he looked at him was naturally scrutinizing.
"Both. Let's talk about Xiaoming first," Wen Zichuan said straight to the point. "I can see that you care deeply about him, but he didn't grow up in a normal family environment. He lacks clear judgment when it comes to relationships."
Wei Jing is in his thirties, but because he takes good care of himself, he not only does not look old, but also has a mature and handsome temperament.
However, as he had been in a high position for so long, coldness and arrogance became his normal state, and he exuded a certain dignity even when he was not angry.
"I warn you, don't be another Liu Shixing." Wei Jing glanced at him with a cold look.
"Liu Shixing?" Wen Zichuan didn't hide, but looked back calmly. "What do he and I have in common?"
"No?" Wei Jing said with a half-smile. "You've all dated Teacher Xiao Cheng before, and you're used to having a man around you. So you all think that's what love is supposed to be like. And you're trying to influence Xiaoming, to get him to break free from my control and pursue his freedom."
"So that's how it is. Then your dislike for Liu Shixing is indeed justified."
"Teacher Wen, I've spent a lot of money and effort to train you, hoping to gain your absolute loyalty. Just get along well with Xiaoming, and don't worry about anything else."
Wen Zichuan made the right bet. Based on his previous interactions with Liu Shixing, he felt that the man was a complete "naiveté".
Liu Shixing thought that his relationship with Wei Xiaoming was good enough, so good that he could easily raise his foot and step on Wei Jing's landmine.
And President Wei, like himself, hates his "stupid naivety".
"Boss Wei, I'm not Liu Shixing," Wen Zichuan smiled, "and I would never persuade Xiaoming to leave you. On the contrary, I don't want you to be unhappy because of Wang Jian's death."
"reason."
"Xiaoming has been crying a lot recently. I want him to be happy and have a good time filming."
"Isn't it more than this?"
"With you and Xiaoming backing me up, I can live a more comfortable life."
"What are you going to do?"
"Be a mouthpiece and tell Xiaoming what you want to say. Tell you Xiaoming's true thoughts."
"That's it? You won't get anything from me."
"I don't want much."
"Tell me about it."
"I want to know why Wang Jian went to Longji Mountain."
"Are you investigating him? Is it related to the truck falling off the cliff?"
"Yes, I believe you already know that there is another injured person in the car, Cheng Sizhou's master."
Wei Jing didn't speak for a moment. He bent his fingers and tapped the table lightly, as if thinking about something.
Wen Zichuan was not in a hurry and waited quietly for him to think. When his eyes moved down, they fell on his wrist.
Mr. Wei is only in his early thirties. He is like an old man who loves antiques. He likes to play with bracelets and the Guanyin statue displayed in the room of Heting Manor. He really likes these antiques and it doesn't seem like he is pretending.
"What a pity. Teacher Cheng's master should also be a great master." After a while, Wei Jing spoke.
"At Heting Manor, you told Cheng Sizhou that you collected a lot of antiques. If you wanted to transport them to another place, you would let Wang Jian go, right?" Wen Zichuan stared at him and asked.
"Why should I..." Wei Jing was about to answer when he realized that Wen Zichuan was lying to him. "Do you think I was the one who asked Wang Jian to go to Longji Mountain?"
Wen Zichuan retracted his gaze and adopted a humble attitude to appease the superior's emotions: "You like antiques, and he is transporting ancient porcelain. I don't have much experience, so I think they are the same kind of things."
In fact, it’s more than that.
Wei Jing's hobby of antiques and his main business are completely two different fields, and Wang Jian is just a driver, who is independent of Xingyu Feiyu's main business and does not affect each other.
Besides, he treasured those antiques so much that instead of asking others to do it, he might as well pick up a ready-made one to use.
If Wang Jian still had some humanity left and was grateful for the education he had given Wei Xiaoming, he would definitely get the job done; even if he was not humane, he would have to obey President Wei for the sake of his constant flow of money.
"Then you really don't have much knowledge." Wei Jing said disdainfully, "Didn't Teacher Cheng say that selling unearthed cultural relics is illegal? I'm also running a company, so there's no need for me to break the law."
Wen Zichuan sneered inwardly. The person who could reduce Liu Shixing's sentence could actually say such words.
He raised his eyes and looked over bluntly: "You have seen that batch of porcelain, right? Otherwise, how would you know that it was an unearthed cultural relic?"
Wei Jing was speechless when asked by him, and was slightly angry because he was put in a passive position.
Wei Xiaoming had already questioned Wang Jian about his death, but he really loved his godson, so he endured it again and again.
Who the hell is Wen Zichuan? How dare he speak to me in that tone?
"What answer do you want to hear?" Wei Jing's tone was as cold as ice. "I asked Wang Jian to transport the unearthed porcelain to Longji Mountain. So what? I'm a collector and have a lot of vacant real estate. If it was my collection, why didn't I keep it properly? Instead, I had it transported away?"
Wen Zichuan remained silent. What President Wei said made sense, but he was not completely convinced.
"You said Xiao Cheng's master was also in the car," Wei Jing thought for two seconds and continued, "If Wang Jian knew such a master, he would have recommended him to me long ago, and I wouldn't have needed to look for Teacher Xiao Cheng. Since Wang Jian doesn't know him, then his master's goal has nothing to do with Wang Jian, it can only be the porcelain in the car."
"Mr. Jiang is well-informed. He wouldn't let him leave ordinary antiques lying around until New Year's Eve. He'd definitely go into the mountains to track them down... There are porcelain kiln ruins on Longji Mountain, so the probability of the car containing unearthed porcelain is even higher..."
"Do you still think that I was the one who assigned Wang Jian to do this?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wei. I was inconsiderate."
"Retreating to advance is useless to me. If it weren't for Xiaoming, I wouldn't bother to explain it to you."
"Boss Wei, you know Wang Jian. Do you really not know who assigned him?"
"I do nothing but keep an eye on him every day?" Wei Jing stopped him from questioning. "Wen Zichuan, investigating cases is the police's job, not yours. You're on the set, getting paid, but your mind isn't on the filming. I don't think a new actor can do two things at once. Think about it carefully. Are you worthy of the company's attention and cultivation?"
Mr. Wei was right. He had only one thing on his mind: one was thinking about Cheng Sizhou, and the other was immersed in the performance. As a newcomer with little experience, he had not yet developed useful skills, so it was inevitable that he would be distracted and make mistakes.
Wen Zichuan calmed himself down and thought that this time was not a complete failure. At least Wei Jing reminded him that the whereabouts of the porcelain was also a very important clue.
Because collectors would not transport their collections to a desolate place like Longji Mountain. If they were not collectors, who could they be? Who could have access to unearthed cultural relics?
Once he started thinking about it this way, Wen Zichuan had no idea what to do. He could only focus on filming first and then see if Brother Zhou had any results.
"Thank you, Mr. Wei, for the reminder. I will work hard and won't be distracted again."
Wen Zichuan had asked all the questions he wanted to ask, and when he turned and walked to the door, he was stopped by Wei Jing again.
"Wait a minute!" Overbearing CEO Wei felt like he was being taken advantage of. He said a lot, but Wen Zichuan didn't explain anything he should have. "What are Xiaoming's real thoughts? What did he tell you?"
Wen Zichuan stopped: "He said he doesn't like you."
Wei Jing: “…”
Amidst President Wei's shock and astonishment, Wen Zichuan quickly left the room.
He signed a contract with Xingyu Feiyu and took on a debt of five million. If he continued to work diligently, he would be manipulated and arranged by others just like in the second sound. He knew there was a pit ahead, but he had no choice but to jump into it and could not escape the fate of a miserable ending.
There is a popular term nowadays, called "managing up". He used Wei Xiaoming to control Wei Jing, which was better than flattering him a hundred times.
He dared to tell Wei Jing that Wei Xiaoming didn't like him, so he could just wait patiently for Wei Jing to come to him again.
A ball is interesting only when it is passed back and forth.
Mr. Wei is indeed a smart man. He can come up with a roughly correct conclusion by just thinking about the official announcement of the car accident and falling off the cliff for a few minutes, but that doesn't prevent him from borrowing strength from him.
He wanted to climb up step by step and get more of what he wanted from Wei Jing.
Wen Zichuan had been away for a month, and Yangliuan's house had been almost empty for a month.
Cheng Sizhou finally came back and turned the house upside down, but he couldn't find the paper, and Yu Ming never answered his calls.
After the weekend, he went back to work. He didn't believe that Yu Ming was not avoiding him on purpose. Brother Yu, who was never late or left early, didn't even show up for class!
Cheng Sizhou was angry, and now no one cared about him, so he punched the safe where the porcelain pieces were kept twice. The metal plates made a dull sound that echoed in the restoration room.
"Teacher Cheng, what's wrong with you?" An intern ran over quickly, looking nervous.
"Have you learned how to pick locks?" Cheng Sizhou asked randomly.
"Pick the lock?" The intern was stunned and even had a little doubt. Restoration technology should... not include picking the lock, right?
"Don't you dare? I'll give you ten times the courage. If Old Yu gets angry, I'll take care of you."
The intern looked embarrassed, thinking Teacher Cheng was joking, but he clearly wasn't laughing. "Pick- ing the lock is considered damaging public property... Well, why don't we wait until Teacher Yu comes back? He has the key."
"Where did he go?"
"He's on leave, didn't you know?"
"Ask for leave?"
"It seems like something happened at home. He said he would be back in a week."
Cheng Sizhou shook his head helplessly, laughing with a chill in his heart. Senior Brother Yu really put on a complete show. He actually ran away at such a critical moment. Isn't this just making things more obvious?
If it was true as Yu Ming said, that no clues were found, then there would not be any need to try every means to avoid him. On the contrary, he had already found the clues, but for some reason, he had to avoid talking about it.
"Teacher Cheng, I've also seen the police notice," the intern said, choosing his words carefully. "Are the broken porcelain pieces in the cabinet related to Mr. Jiang's injury?"
"I think so. It was found by the search and rescue team from Longji Mountain." The police have reconstructed the course of events, and Cheng Sizhou has nothing to hide.
"Last time I heard you say it was persimmon-colored porcelain," the intern rubbed his hands. "Since it's persimmon-colored porcelain, and it appeared in Longji Mountain, could it be related to the six-handled porcelain gui in the museum?"
After his reminder, Cheng Sizhou suddenly remembered that the six-eared porcelain gui exhibited in the porcelain exhibition was unearthed from the ancient kiln site of Longji Mountain?
Because of Gu Yanxun's notes, he specifically asked his master whether the porcelain gui was real or fake. His master said that it was real.
What happened? My memory is really getting worse. How could I have forgotten such an important clue?
Cheng Sizhou turned on the computer, called up the latest version of the cultural relics survey list, and immediately retrieved two pieces of information: the purple gold glaze six-eared porcelain gui from the Longji Mountain Mutao ancient kiln, unearthed from an unnamed tomb in Beiling Village in 1998.
If I remember correctly, the excavation of the ancient kiln site in Mutao Village at the end of the last century was led by Director Zhang. Later, Mutao Village merged with several surrounding villages and was promoted to Mutao Town, which was under the jurisdiction of Huaili City.
Where is Beiling Village?
Cheng Sizhou couldn't find the village on the online map, so he thought, why not ask the curator directly.
"Teacher Cheng—!" Another intern went to the restroom and came back to him, "I just ran into Director Wu. He asked you to go to the director's office."
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