Yun Qianxun's phone rang as soon as he dialed, and Mai Xiaoji said: "Brother Yun, I have a woodcut New Year painting here, which is said to be from the Ming Dynasty, and I want you to appraise it." ”

Nangong Yue suddenly leaned over to the microphone, "There is a person in the office who wants to sell it to us." ”

Is this necessary? Mai Xiaoji glanced at Nangong Yue, but before he could come back to his senses, Yun Qianxun's reaction was also puzzled, "New Year's painting, Xiaoji, you wait, don't let that person go, I'll go over and see it right away." ”

"It's so polite, I'm so embarrassed to come over. Mai Xiaoji smiled.

"Teacher Yun, we are waiting for you with the guests. Nangong Yue interjected again.

Putting down the phone, Mai Xiaoji was a little dissatisfied, the leader called, the secretary always talked on the side, and the daughter-in-law on the other end of the phone was specified, and there was a divorce.

When the two came outside, Sun Jiajun looked a little anxious, and looked at the watch on his wrist, "Mr. Mai, I'm going to the north by train." In this way, if you transfer money immediately, 700,000, the lowest, I will sell it immediately. ”

Mai Xiaoji was tempted and couldn't help but bargain, "500,000, how?"

Sun Jiajun gritted his teeth, "Okay, it's just 500,000, transfer it immediately, I can't get the train in time." ”

dropped 500,000 directly, Mai Xiaoji was very happy, but Nangong Yue stopped his mobile phone, "Mr. Mai, let's wait for Teacher Yun to come." ”

"I've found a friend to identify it, it's absolutely true!" Mai Xiaoji pushed Nangong Yue away, and he saved 500,000 at once, which was a rare and excellent opportunity.

"Mr. Sun, what time is your train?" asked Nangong Yue.

"Ten o'clock!"

"It's coming soon, I can't catch it by rocket, or I'll retreat, and I'll bear the loss. Nangong Yue said.

"Oh, I'm mistaken, it's eleven o'clock. ”

"As far as I know, the trains from Binjiang to the north are early in the morning and at night, and there are not many at eleven o'clock, right?" Nangong Yue asked again.

"Look at my memory, it's the train at night, but I made an appointment to meet up with friends and take the train together. Sun Jiajun smiled.

Nangong Yue's face fell, walked around behind him, stopped in the direction of the door, and said with a cold face: "There are so many cars going to the north in Binjiang, there are at any time period. From the moment you enter the door, you are on alert, hunched back, and full of lies. Say, what is your purpose?"

"I don't have any purpose, I just sell paintings. If you don't buy it, I can sell it to others, regret it!" Sun Jiajun turned his face, his head was high, his lower lip was pursed, he was full of ruffianism, he hurriedly rolled up the painting, and walked to Nangong Yue, "Get out of the way of Lao Tzu!"

Mai Xiaoji finally sensed that something was wrong, quickly took a few steps forward, and put his hand on Sun Jiajun's shoulder, "Dude, don't be in a hurry to go, I bought this painting." ”

"I'm not selling it yet!"

Sun Jiajun suddenly made a move, put his hand on the back of Mai Xiaoji's hand and pulled forward suddenly, arched his body and wanted to have an over-the-shoulder fall, Mai Xiaoji was already prepared, and the fixer on the Golden Circle mobile phone was aimed at him.

Sun Jiajun's body froze suddenly, and at this moment, Nangong Yue snatched the painting in his hand, fled to the inner room in a few steps to lock the door, and shouted, "Xiaoji, I call the police now, you entangle him!"

Isn't it? Mai Xiaoji wanted to cry without tears.

At this time, Sun Jiajun also came to his senses, found that his hands were empty, he was very annoyed, and swung his iron fist at Mai Xiaoji. The fixer came into play again, and Mai Xiaoji was not polite and kicked him.

Sun Jiajun woke up again, he didn't know what was going on, he felt that this house was evil, and he didn't get entangled, he didn't even want a painting, he opened the door and ran.

Mai Xiaoji shouted and chased after him, Sun Jiajun, who fled to the stairs, suddenly took out a knife, Mai Xiaoji hurriedly stopped, looked at Sun Jiajun again, jumped directly from the handrail of the stairs to the opposite side, and jumped downstairs.

The other party has a knife, can't chase, Mai Xiaoji ran back to the office to look through the phone of the security office, and when he found it, almost two minutes had passed, looking down from upstairs, Sun Jiajun had already run to the street, and there was an answering motorcycle outside, which was soon gone.

"Open the door, open the door, it's all gone, it's safe. Mai Xiaoji patted on the door, and Nangong Yue poked her head out, still holding the painting in her hand, "I just said that he is not authentic." ”

"Awesome, I've convinced you. Looking at it now, his painting looks like it was stolen, so people are scared when they come. Mai Xiaoji pondered, still regretting in his heart, the stolen goods could not be sold, and he had to find the owner.

Unfolded the New Year's painting again, and Nangong Yue took a few photos to commemorate it. Yun Qianxun arrived panting, and asked when he entered the door, "What about the New Year's paintings?"

"Here it is. Mai Xiaoji pointed to the coffee table.

Yun Qianxun hurriedly approached, knelt on the ground with one leg, and looked at the New Year's painting with his face for a moment, and said excitedly: "Yes, that's it, I finally found it." ”

"Brother Yun, is it the painting you lost?" asked Mai Xiaoji with wide eyes.

Yun Qianxun waved his hand, pointed to his throat again, Nangong Yue brought him a cup of tea, and drank it in one go, only then did he say a source that made Mai Xiaoji tremble.

This painting, which originally belonged to the Xining Museum, cannot be measured by money. It was stolen from an exhibition three years ago, and it also caused quite a stir, and the police pursued it across the province for months, but in the end there was no result. Unexpectedly, it surfaced in this way today.

The word woodcut New Year painting is an extremely sensitive word in the sound of major appraisal experts.

With sweat streaming down his face, Mai Xiaoji was very afraid that a transaction would be with a cultural relics dealer.

"Xiaoji, is there a money transaction here, have you participated in the acquisition and resale, and have you called the police?" Yun Qianxun asked a series of questions.

"No, oh, call the police. Mai Xiaoji wiped the cold sweat on his head and told him what had happened, Yun Qianxun listened very carefully, and patted his thigh vigorously after listening, "If the person runs away, you won't be able to clear the suspicion." However, I can testify to you, but it is difficult to say whether it will be effective or not. ”

At this moment, the police also arrived, because Nangong Yue called the police and said that it involved Ming Dynasty calligraphy and painting, and the police were also very sensitive, and four special police officers came.

Mai Xiaoji, as the connector of the lost cultural relics, is naturally concerned by the police, or the old rules, take a trip, right?

"Comrade policeman, I can testify that it was Mai Xiaoji who called the police and gave me a notice to try to intercept the antiquities dealers. Yun Qianxun said responsibly.

"Is there a recording of the call?" the officer asked.

"No!" Yun Qianxun shook his head, he didn't have this habit, and he didn't even know where the recording button on his phone was.

"I have. Nangong Yue flashed out, "Officer, this is a voice recorder, it's still running, and the landline also has a recording, because from the beginning, we suspected that the person was coming from the wrong way." ”

Mai Xiaoji was grateful and moved, if it weren't for Nangong Yue's cleverness, he might have become a sinner in a daze.

"Doctor Nangong, we will investigate carefully. The police took the recorder, retrieved the audio file, played back the landline recording, and made a half-hour transcript, but did not take Mai Xiaoji away.

However, Yun Qianxun followed the police, and he had to protect the cultural relics, and then contact the Xining Museum to return the objects to their original owners.

almost broke the law, Mai Xiaoji almost collapsed, "Doctor Nangong, how many voice recorders do you have, just two of them I saw handed over to the police." ”

"I bought a few online, but you're responsible for wholesaling a ton for me. Today's incident must be a trap. Nangong Yue said.