Central, Hong Kong, Suntech Auction House. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Wu Xingwei, who was supposed to go to Shenzheng's new home and enjoy a new life with his wife, walked into the manager's office accompanied by a young female clerk. The things that the "eldest brother" explained must be done, but fortunately, he has changed jobs, and there should not be many things like today in the future.

"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry to take the liberty of interrupting. After shaking hands with the main owner, Guan Xingwei habitually unbuttoned his suit.

Although I hadn't dealt with it before, I had heard the name Guan Xingwei more than once, and the short and fat manager Wang even suspected that there was an insider in the auction house and an informant in front of him.

Regardless of whether he used to be an errand boy in the police station, or jumped to the Financial Authority, he supervised money, especially large sums of money, Suntech Auction House once auctioned a single piece of art for hundreds of millions of dollars, and the one in front of him would definitely be associated with money laundering, Manager Wang did not dare to offend, while greeting uninvited guests to enjoy coffee, he smiled and said: "Guan Sir is serious, Guan Sir deigns to come, the contemptible people are flattered, and the contemptible line is flourishing." ”

"Mr. Wang is a busy man, so I won't waste Mr. Wang's precious time, and I want to inquire about one thing rashly. ”

"Guan Sir, it's not easy to do our business, reputation is more important than anything else, if it comes to customer privacy, I'm afraid I will disappoint you. ”

This old fox actually spoke to death as soon as he opened his mouth.

Guan Xingwei scolded secretly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, I am no longer serving in the police force, even if I don't change jobs, I and the department in charge of me are not responsible for investigating cases, and I can't even apply for a search warrant, so you can rest assured, it's okay to offend me." ”

"Why did Guan Sir say this. ”

"On the matter, Mr. Wang, it's okay to offend me, but there are some people who must never be offended, especially in your business. ”

"Guan Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean, I am a good law-abiding citizen, our auction house is a law-abiding auction house, and it has a history of more than 50 years. ”

"There is no doubt about this, and the key is that the customers who entrust your auction of art are not necessarily law-abiding. Frankly speaking, I was entrusted by a friend from the mainland police to inquire with you, he has been following your bank for a long time, if you don't help, he will be very disappointed, if you lose the mainland sellers and buyers, I doubt that your bank can continue to maintain the current brilliant performance. ”

Wang Fatzi was stunned, and Guan Xingwei struck while the iron was hot: "If he suspects that the artworks auctioned by your bank contain cultural relics that are strictly prohibited from being exported from abroad by the mainland, or that the auction of your bank is suspected of money laundering by corrupt officials in the mainland, then according to the relevant international judicial cooperation agreements that the Hong Kong government has joined, the police are fully obliged to assist in the investigation at the request of the mainland law enforcement agencies." ”

How to define cultural relics?

The longer I mix in this industry, the more I feel that those works of art are not so valuable, and the reason why they can be auctioned at a high price of tens of millions is not only the speculation of art investors and even institutions, but also the use of art investment for money laundering.

In other words, if someone else said this, Wang Fatzi would not pay attention to it at all.

But the person in front of me is none other than him, who has served as the head of the Joint Financial Intelligence Unit for more than ten years, specializing in anti-money laundering, and now although he has jumped to the HKMA, he is also a senior official of the Hong Kong government's financial regulatory department.

The mainland has taken back Hong Kong for so many years, and now it is not as good as before.

The cooperation between the police of the two places has become closer and closer, and the mainland public security do not know how many criminals they will hand over to the Hong Kong police in a year, and many of them have been handed over to the mainland by the Hong Kong police.

Wang Fatzi didn't want to be targeted by the mainland police and the Hong Kong police at the same time, so he wiped a handful of sweat and asked cautiously: "Guan Sir, what does your friend want to inquire?"

"At the end of last year, your bank sold a work by a mainland painter for 3 million Hong Kong dollars, the painter's surname is Wu, his name is Wu Cheng, my friend wants to know who entrusted your bank to auction it, what the real transaction price is, and who finally sold the work. ”

"There are auctions every week, and there are so many works of art that I want to see the auction records. ”

"Please. ”

"Guan Sir, Suntech is an auction house, not an immigration department or a police force, I admit that Suntech has customer information, but it is not as comprehensive as you think, especially some off-site buyers, we only have a phone number and a bank account, and the other party's surname does not know anything. ”

As the former head of the Joint Financial Intelligence Unit, Kwan Xingwei has always paid close attention to several major auction houses in Hong Kong, and has provided clues to the Commercial Crime Bureau on more than one occasion, cracking several cases of drug trafficking gangs laundering money through art auctions. ”

Wang Fatzi stood up but didn't leave, and said with a bitter face: "Guan Sir, it is the duty of the contemptible to assist the police in handling the case, but spreading it will inevitably affect the credibility of the contemptible." ”

"Don't worry, my friend will help your bank keep today's matter confidential, and there is no need for your bank to submit documentary evidence, let alone Mr. Wang to testify in court. ”

"Thanks, try the coffee, I'll be fine in a moment. ”

……

At the same time, Han Bo, who could only entrust his wife and old classmates to invite three experts to dinner, had just hurried to the Fourth Squadron of the Criminal Police Brigade of the Longhua Branch. I saw the heartbroken wife and daughter of the deceased, and also saw Huang Jiahui, whose shirt had been torn, his face was bruised, and he was crying with his arms crossed.

After saying hello to the two deputy leaders of the task force, Han Bo walked directly into the leftmost interrogation room and sat down in front of Huang Jiahui.

"What's going on, how did it get like this?"

"Report to the Korean Bureau, the deceased's wife did not control her emotions just now, thinking that her husband's accident was caused by Miss Huang, and even suspected that Miss Huang had an improper relationship with the deceased. ”

"Officer Huang, don't embarrass her, if it weren't for me, Teacher Wu wouldn't have come to Shenzheng, I'm ...... I...... I'm sorry for Mr. Wu, and I'm sorry for Mrs. Wu. Huang Jiahui cried loudly, tears flowing.

Not like pretending, Han Bo was a little surprised, and while motioning for Huang Jianfeng to sit down, he asked in a slow voice: "Miss Huang, I understand your mood at this moment, but in order to find out the cause of Mr. Wu Cheng's death, I will give Mr. Wu Cheng's spirit in the sky and Mr. Wu Cheng's relatives an explanation, I hope you will cheer up and cooperate with our public security organs to figure out some situations." ”

"You ask, I'll cooperate. Huang Jiahui wiped a handful of tears, and her makeup was completely ruined.

Chang Caiyan, who was standing on the side, took out a pack of tissues and handed it over very tacitly.

Han Bo flipped through the transcript of the interrogation made just now by Huang Jianfeng, the captain of the Criminal Police Brigade of the Security Bureau, and looked up and asked, "Miss Huang, how did you and Mr. Wu Cheng meet?"

"I've known each other for a long time, I'm from Dongshan, I'm a student of Mr. Wu, and I came to Shenzheng after graduation. ”

"Wu Cheng has a family and a career in Dongshan, and he has already become the leader of the upper house, how did he think of resigning to be honest?"

"After graduation, I didn't have any contact with Mr. Wu until I went to Donghai to participate in an event last summer, where I met Mr. Wu, he was very happy, turned down the entertainment and invited me to dinner, chatted a lot, asked me about my current situation, and asked about the current situation of our students. ”

Huang Jiahui took a few deep breaths in a row, and said in as calm a tone as possible: "When I talk about some so-called masters who are sensational, someone rushes to smell a fart, and a few strokes are worth millions, but the works of painters who are really dedicated to art are not cared for, and Mr. Wu is very unwilling."

When I went to Tokai to participate in that event, I was supposed to get to know the painters and talk to them about cooperation, which was similar to the editor of a publishing house. I wanted to help him, so I suggested that he come to Shenzheng for development, after all, there are more auction houses in Shenzheng, and the art market is more prosperous than in his hometown......"

In her words, Wu Cheng is a painter who has never met talents, his ambition is not in his career, and he is a little unwilling to accept the status quo, after returning to his hometown from the East China Sea, he weighed it for two months, and decided to resign and come to Shenzheng to set up a studio, and let the former student be his agent to help him sell paintings.

The deceased's wife was on the second floor, and it is easy to verify whether this is the case.

Han Bo nodded slightly, and asked quietly: "You have been working in Shenzheng for several years, and you have been working in Yanhuang Culture and Art Investment Company, you have connections and connections, and with the help of your disciple, Mr. Wu's paintings should sell well, right?"

"Not good. ”

Huang Jiahui shook his head and said dejectedly: "Mr. Wu's oil painting level is very high, several works have won awards, it seems to be messy, but it is actually coordinated, and the proportion of cold and warm is just right. Up close, a pile of paint. Looking at it from a distance, the scenery of the mountain village. Thick and unrestrained, unrestrained.

But such a good painting is not popular. For more than half a year, more than 30 paintings were sold, but they were all bought by the working class and hung in the living room as decoration. The boss who is engaged in art collection investment only recognizes the author's fame, does not look at the level of the work, and is more interested in Chinese painting. ”

"None of the paintings sold at a high price?" Han Bo stared at her.

Huang Jiahui was silent for a long time, and suddenly raised his head: "There is one, Mr. Policeman, it is about Teacher Wu's reputation, I can say it, but can you help me keep it secret?"

"Miss Huang, the oil painting circle is so big, there are some things we don't know if you don't say something?"

"Do you know about the auction?" asked Huang Jiahui nervously.

Han Bo glanced down at the text message he had just received, and said lightly, "Do you want me to give you some tips, such as Hong Kong Suntech Auction House?"

The police really know!

Huang Jiahui sighed secretly, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "I have been working in Yanhuang for several years, I have seen and even participated in the hype, I think things are too simple, thinking that a painter like Mr. Wu can become popular as long as it is carefully packaged and hyped up with a little hype, so I commissioned Hong Kong Suntech Auction House to auction a work and invite a few friends to participate in the bidding......"

I sent it to auction, and I auctioned it back at a high price.

Wu Cheng trusted her as a student very much, and the 300,000 yuan commission given to Suntech Auction House was given by Wu Cheng, and all the savings were not enough, and he borrowed some from relatives and friends in his hometown, and as a result, a painting of 3 million yuan was hyped, and the other paintings were still unpopular, including the one that was auctioned back at a high price.

If she is shooting herself in the foot, it is no wonder that Wu Cheng's wife hates her so much.