"Young man, watch your language. This is Harbin, the Ice City of Northeast China, not your home. It's always better to maintain harmony when you're out and about!"
The old man took two steps back and stood side by side with the other old men, feeling a little more confident.
But I couldn't help feeling a little uneasy: this guy seemed to know something...
"Alright, since the old man has said so, let's have a serious discussion. I prefer to win people over with reason. You just said these are all cultural relics, did I hear you right? When did Dongguo start including 800-year-old gold coins from Faguo in its own cultural relic system? You're so arrogant, does your history teacher know? Also, I remember we invited you here to help with the authentication, when and who gave you the right to take these things away? Or are you just greedy and want to take some of them to resell for a quick fortune?"
With each word Gao Ang spoke, the old man's face darkened further.
By the time he finished speaking, the old man was already furious, his face turning purple. "Whether it's a cultural relic or not, we have to take it back and authenticate it before we can draw a conclusion. Our museum does things its own way, and it's not up to a young upstart like you to tell us what to do. Get out of my way."
Gao Ang ignored him and turned to look in Xia Weiwei's direction. "Beautiful lady, are you finished eating? Tell these old guys what their mission is."
Xia Weiwei quickly wiped her mouth, tidied the table hastily, and rushed over. "Gentlemen, our captain just wants you to do an appraisal. As for where these things went, you don't need to worry about that."
"Exactly! Even if these are cultural relics, it's none of your Harbin Museum's business. Shouldn't it be the Palace Museum that sends people? Who do you think you are?"
Gao Ang rolled his eyes at them, clearly annoyed.
Xia Weiwei and Gao Ang's back-and-forth banter infuriated the old men.
Relying on their superior numbers, the old men decided to use force.
The old man in the lead gave his companion a wink: Go!
After receiving the signal, his accomplice nodded, put his right hand behind his back, and gestured: Go!
The young men, seeing that their bosses had said so, thought, "What's there to be afraid of?"
They rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards the boxes, one in each hand, not caring whether they would damage the treasures.
Gao Feng looked at it and thought, "Good heavens, this is a direct, forceful approach."
"Fatty, if you break anything today, put it on my tab."
Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward.
Grabbing the nearest person, with just a tiny bit of force in his left hand, the guy flew out and slammed hard onto the table where Xia Weiwei had just been eating.
White, red, and all sorts of slurries covered him.
"Just say you're hungry. How can you travel so far to eat someone else's leftovers? Don't you have any shame?"
After dealing with that guy, Gang Ang immediately rushed to the door, grabbed a guy who was about to leave by the collar, and said, "What are you doing? Leaving without saying goodbye? That's so rude!"
With his left hand gripping the box containing the treasure, he swung his right hand backward, sending the guy flying towards the old men.
"Get out of the way!"
"Catch him! Why are you running? He's all alone!"
"Beat him up!"
"Call the police! They're assaulting a government official!"
Gao Ang turned around and saw that everything in front of him was in complete chaos.
A dozen or so people surrounded him, glaring at him angrily, but no one dared to run away anymore.
"What, that's it? There are at least a dozen of you, are you afraid of a mere kid like me? Come on, I haven't even warmed up yet!"
Gao Feng beckoned with his finger in a defiant manner, giving off an air of "Come here!"
The old man leading the group took a breath; dodging the human bomb that had just flown over had really worn him out.
“Young man, you wait,” the old man said sternly, then waved his hand. “Let’s go.”
"Hey, hey, who said you could leave?"
With his arms outstretched, he formed a wall in front of the crowd. "You thought you could take it by force because there were so many of you, but now that you feel you can't beat them, you want to run away and call for backup? You old man, you're too wicked! Don't rush, wait... for 3 more minutes."
"Waiting for what?" Xia Weiwei leaned closer and asked.
"Wait for the police officer, aren't they yelling that they're going to call the police?"
Upon hearing that Gao Ang had called the police, the old man and his group calmed down. "I thought you called for backup. Fine, you wouldn't let us leave, huh? Well, I'm not leaving then. Xiao Liu, go check on Xiao Zhang and Xiao Huang. See how badly they're injured, how many bones are broken, and if they're bleeding internally. When the police arrive, yell at them, make them cry as pitifully as possible. I don't believe they can cause any trouble on our turf."
"Oh ho, so righteous and self-righteous, old man?" Gao Ang walked up to the old man in the lead, looked him up and down, his disdain in his eyes was undisguised. "Originally, I didn't plan to do anything to you, but what you said made me laugh. What, do you think the Bingcheng City Police Bureau is your family's property? And what about those shady things you've done? Do you really think they're so airtight that no one knows?"
He tapped the old man's nose, glanced at the group of guys looking around and preparing to run away, and continued, "It's too late. Don't bother looking for a way out. Think about how to confess and get leniency."
Just then, the sound of a police siren came from afar.
Hearing Gao Yang's words, and considering what he had just said, the old men were genuinely starting to panic.
No way, how did he know about what we did so discreetly?
If this guy really has any evidence, he might not just be going to jail, he might even be eating peanuts.
"Hey buddy, is there some misunderstanding? We just saw these treasures and were heartbroken. We just wanted to take them back and study them carefully. We really didn't have any other intentions..."
"No way, I'm not your buddy. What, scared? Stop right there, don't move."
Gao Ang called out to a young man who was trying to sneak away, "Hey, if you run away now, it's considered resisting arrest, which is an even more serious crime. You'd be sentenced to five years instead of one year."
What resistance to arrest? He's just trying to fool these bastards into thinking they don't understand the law. The city police haven't even arrived yet, what resistance to arrest?
Upon hearing his words, the few people who were about to slip away immediately stopped and sheepishly squeezed back into the crowd.
A short while later, a group of police officers walked in. The one in the lead immediately showed a stack of arrest warrants: "Huang Youliang, Zhao Sanben, Dong Dahu... suspected of trafficking and smuggling cultural relics, money laundering, and involvement in organized crime... These are arrest warrants. Cuff them all!"
The group of people who were so arrogant just now instantly became deflated.
Especially the old man in the lead, who looked like a wilted eggplant, aged decades in an instant.
As his men apprehended the criminal, the head clerk approached and asked, "Are you all alright?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing, just that some things were broken."
It seemed that Fatty Jin knew this police officer, and he took the lead and started chatting with him.
Taking this opportunity, Xia Weiwei pulled Gao Yang aside and asked, "When did you call the police? And what are their charges?"
Gao Ang pulled out his phone and waved it. "I called the police from the very beginning. Their conversation was recorded by the operator. As for their crimes... I think the Bingcheng City Police Bureau probably already discovered their incriminating evidence. Let's just close the net today!"
Xia Weiwei pursed her lips; she had only believed Gao Feng's nonsense because she had been misled.
Well, if the Municipal Bureau already knew these people were problematic, then when she went to the Harbin Museum to borrow them, no one stopped her.
If these people have problems, at least the 303 Bureau should have relevant information about them on their desks.
The items that need to be appraised by these people this time include many national treasures, and it is neither morally nor logically appropriate to put these national treasures in danger.
She was finding it increasingly difficult to understand this guy.
Not only was there a significant difference in their social status that month, but she also held a clear advantage in terms of wealth and material possessions.
But now, in such a short time, they're already able to directly contact her boss's boss to assign her tasks...
"Fine, I won't say it then, who cares..."
Xia Weiwei pursed her lips and then went to look at the beautiful jewelry.
After the Harbin City Police Department handcuffed those people and took them away, they routinely questioned Gao Feng and his associates.
"What are these?"
The leader pointed to the boxes piled up in the living room and asked with a serious expression.
He couldn't help but feel serious. He didn't recognize the others, but he had a deep impression of that dog head.
This idea, starting from history textbooks, is basically deeply ingrained in the bones of every Dongguo person.
"It was brought back from overseas. Let her tell you the specifics."
Gao Feng pointed at Xia Weiwei, passing the buck on the explanation to the 303rd inning.
Xia Weiwei glared at him with displeasure, then took out her ID and went to the side with the team leader to explain the whole story.
With the matter considered settled, Gao Ang took out his phone and called Xia Yu.
"Captain Xia, don't do this kind of thing again, it's pointless."
"Mr. Gao, what's wrong?"
“You know it, and I know it too. It wouldn’t look so good if I said it out loud. I just hope this is the only time. Otherwise, we didn’t have a very deep relationship to begin with… Let’s stop here.”
Gao Ang had been holding back his anger all day, so his words were inevitably a bit harsh.
However, he always felt that Xia Yu was behind all of this, but he didn't know why.
"Well, fine, since Mr. Gao thinks I did something wrong, then... I'll pretend I did."
Xia Yu didn't argue, and from his tone, it seemed like he was a little aggrieved.
Gao Yang's anger, which had almost subsided, had largely dissipated after those bastards were handcuffed and taken away.
But Xia Yu's clearly aggrieved answer ignited his anger. "First, you clearly know how valuable these things are, yet you had someone from Bingcheng do the appraisal. Second, even if you did, you chose someone with a shady past. Third, the contact person you assigned me is a greenhorn. What do you mean by that? Are you trying to make a fool of me, or do you have some other purpose?"
In the end, Gao Long's words became harsh.
Xia Yu on the other end of the phone also became serious, tapping the table with his left hand and staring at a folder on the computer screen, but he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
Gao Feng was right; he was indeed the one who orchestrated it.
He had plans for every point, but it seems this guy guessed in the wrong direction...
“Mr. Gao, what you’re saying… is just your subjective speculation. There are people and experts in Bingcheng, so there’s no need to send people from Kyoto, is there? As for your claim that those people have shady pasts, I have no information on that. And that ‘greenhorn’ you mentioned… he’s an old acquaintance of yours. It’s not appropriate to talk about him like that behind his back, is it?”
"What's inappropriate about it? She's right in front of me. She's only been in your department for a few days. What else could she be but a 'greenhorn'?"
Gao Ang didn't care about Xia Weiwei's angry glare at him. He turned around, thus avoiding Xia Weiwei's anger.
"Also, don't interrupt me. To be honest, I used to have a little bit of goodwill towards your bureau, including you," Gao Ang said through gritted teeth, pinching his little finger. "But now, you've squandered all that goodwill. You can call me arrogant, or you can call me fearless, but I'm telling you, we don't need to deal with each other anymore. People like you disgust me."
"No, Mr. Gao, are you sure you've misunderstood something?"
Xia Yu's face turned a little ugly. He didn't expect that Gao Feng would speak so harshly of his tiny little thoughts.
Moreover, he never expected that Gao Ang would act so unpredictably.
Whether in the arena of power or the business world, even if there is a deep-seated hatred between two people, it is something only they know, and they will never openly show it on their faces, let alone be as direct as Gao Ang, face to face.
After all, there's a saying: "Leave a way out for each other, so that you can meet again in the future."
"There's no misunderstanding. Even if there is, it's your own fault and has nothing to do with me. Let Xia Weiwei go back. I don't plan to give these things to you. I'll hand them over to the Palace Museum myself."
After hanging up the phone, Gao Ang immediately added Xia Yu to his blacklist, along with Xu Qing.
Xu Qing also deleted Xia Weiwei's WeChat account. He originally wanted to delete Xia Weiwei's as well, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.
"Fatty, I need a favor. Arrange a cargo plane for me, the kind that flies, to Kyoto."
"No problem, a minute."
Jin Guanrong went to make a phone call, and Xia Weiwei came over.
"What happened between you and Captain Xia? He told me to go back."
"You can go back now. There's nothing for you to do here. You've worked hard."
Although Gao Ang harbored resentment towards Xia Yu, he wouldn't take it out on Xia Weiwei.
"By the way, you can take those shares back now, right? You're not working at the Shanghai Municipal Public Security Bureau anymore, so the 303 Bureau shouldn't have any rule that prohibits subordinates from being legal representatives, right?"
"No, it depends on when you're free. Well... I'll be going now."
......
After Xia Weiwei left, Gao Ang took a shower and lay in bed talking with Qian Sui:
"Does Xia Yu have any connection with those people?"
"There are no obvious traces on the surface, but some of this person's movements seem very strange."
"For example?"
“His license plate was seen near that mental hospital, but the surrounding surveillance system did not have any trace of him; he also went to Harbin, and frequently, but he did not use his own ID card, he changed his identity many times. Every time he went to Harbin, he would go to a bar and stay there overnight.”
"Is that the bar where he has his girlfriend? Or is there some secret there?"
"I don't know. I checked, and the legal representative of this bar is a Saudi national, and coincidentally, his place of origin is Novosibirsk."
"Novoberia?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "The green rabbit seems to have appeared in Novosibirsk, right?"
"Yes, Novosibirsk is very large, but the address this person registered is within the area where you last visited Saudi Arabia."
Gao Ang stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, muttering to himself, "This must be a coincidence. If it were us, would we be so stupid as to register using our own territory's identity?"
"Um, are they stupid? Or are they just feeling confident, or do they think they won't be discovered?"
If they are so confident, it's understandable. If their assumptions are correct, Xia Yu has made a deal with these people from the Sand Kingdom.
With Bureau 303 as their backer, it's understandable that they might act with impunity.
As for the second reason, it's understandable. Who would randomly suspect them for no reason?
Moreover, everything they did was legal and compliant, and Chitose didn't find anything unusual in the bar's accounts.
There was no money laundering or smuggling; it was just a simple bar with perhaps a little bit of illicit business.
"Have you traced the money laundering methods of those old men?"
"We've traced part of it, and the mastermind behind it is a Saudi oligarch with considerable wealth. However, this oligarch has been out of the public eye for a long time, and I haven't found any information about him online in the last three years."
What's this person's name?
"Ramovic".
Gao Feng nodded; he was somewhat familiar with the name.
It's very simple. When he was in high school, this guy spent a huge sum of money to acquire a football club in England, but it all fell through in the end.
In retrospect, acquiring football clubs may also be a means of money laundering.
"Let's sort out our thoughts... These old men are using their positions to smuggle and resell cultural relics, laundering the money they get through certain money laundering channels, then dividing the spoils according to a certain ratio, and finally transferring them to this Ramovich in Saudi Arabia. And this time, the person who introduced these old men to us is Xia Yu, and the bar that Xia Yu often goes to happens to be owned by a Saudi... Let's investigate the relationship between that Saudi and Ramovich."
"Wait a moment..." After a few minutes of investigation, Qian Sui concluded, "This Saudi man doesn't seem to have anything outstanding on the surface, and his resume is clean. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a cover document. Give me a little more time..."
While Qian Sui was gathering information from various sources, Gao Ang began to ponder how deeply Xia Yu was involved in this matter.
According to his initial guess, Xia Yu might want to annoy him, or perhaps he saw that Xia Yu had plenty of money and wanted to take a cut from his spoils.
He didn't care much about these things. After all, Bureau 303 was not a government unit. It was built with funds from Xia Jiancheng's personal funds or funds from other places, so it was understandable that it was short of money.
But judging from the current situation, this guy might not be so clean after all.
"Sir, we have the results. That identity was indeed fake. His real identity is a former KGB member. After the collapse of the Great Sand Empire, these KGB employees also scattered and went their separate ways. This person followed Lamovic. He worked as Lamovic's driver and bodyguard, but later, because of a small mistake, he was fired by Lamovic and exiled to our Eastern Country."
"If they call it exile, they're probably just planting spies or acting as intermediaries, right?"
"That should be correct."
Ang Gao looked at the ceiling, a helpless smile forcing a smile. "Money is tempting, isn't it? Organize the information and send it to..."
After thinking for a long time, Gao Ang still couldn't figure out who to send it to.
Bureau 303 is not under the control of any department, and the national supervisory authorities have virtually no binding effect on it.
The key point is that he doesn't have any substantial evidence yet; all he has is that Xia Yu frequents that bar, and the legal representative of that bar has some issues.
In a power struggle, these things are enough to trip someone up or prevent them from advancing any further.
But Bureau 303 is different; to put it bluntly, this department is a civil agency.
"Send it to Xia Weiwei."
After much deliberation, Gao Ang had no choice but to send the items to this silly woman first.
Her father, Xia Jiancheng, was at least the founder of Bureau 303. If Bureau 303 were truly a civilian organization, she would likely have considerable influence, even if she is currently just a low-ranking officer.
"Leave a message for this woman. Once we've dealt with these things, we'll begin the transfer of those shares."
...
Over the next few days, Gao Ang took a chartered plane arranged by Fatty Jin and transported all the national treasures to Kyoto.
This time, he didn't dare to look for random people again, and went directly to the old man's old comrade-in-arms.
Things went much more smoothly after that. The Palace Museum wasn't very interested in those overseas artifacts, which relieved Gao Feng's anxiety.
He also rejected the Palace Museum's offer to buy those overseas cultural relics at high prices because he wanted to annoy those Western nobles.
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