"Come here and catch them. ([] .)"

At this moment, Yu Feibai got the interesting picture of Lotus Shrimp, looked down at it, and immediately waved his hand to order.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

In an instant, while Liu Ge and Shouzi were at a loss, seven or eight powerful and very strong young men rushed over from all directions in the teahouse. Then, under the attack of these people, Liu Ge and Shouzi had no idea at all.

Any room for resistance was immediately twisted into a mess.

"Ahhhh..."

In an instant, Sixth Brother and Slim Man were placed in various yoga poses, more like being fucked in the anus, screaming in agony.

Wang Guan had no time to pay attention to these two poor guys. After wiping the non-existent sweat on his forehead, he said with a smile: "Fei Bai, I thought you didn't understand what I meant, or you came here alone just to show off."

"Oh, to deal with two little thieves, there is no need for me to take action personally." Yu Feibai curled his lips and said, feeling arrogant.

At the same time, Yu Feibai also wondered: "As for you, you are not very strong and you should be able to fight. Why are you so afraid of these two guys? Why are you so timid and waiting for me to come and rescue you?"

"It's easy to beat, but what if you tear up the picture?" Wang Guan explained: "Besides, I really don't have the ability to take care of the picture and deal with these two people at the same time. It would be better if you bring people here and catch them all.

, and save a lot of trouble.”

"It's obvious at first glance that these two guys are not good people. If you hadn't stopped them last time, I would have wanted to call someone over to teach them a lesson and throw them into prison for reform."

Yu Feibai had a smile of satisfaction on his face, and frowned: "By the way, doesn't this picture belong to Mr. Ren? How could it fall into their hands?"

"This is a coincidence."

Wang Guan quickly told Yu Feibai everything about the theft of Feng's hometown.

"What? Feng's house was just robbed. You turned around and caught the thief. Good luck to you!" Yu Feibai was stunned when he heard the sound. Without saying anything, he took out his cell phone and asked Wang Guan to choose a number.

"What?" Wang Guan was confused.

"Lottery ticket!"

Yu Feibai said matter-of-factly: "Hurry up and help me choose some numbers. I must win the big prize today."

Wang Guan was a little dumbfounded, and he also felt that he had a lot of luck today. It was probably because God couldn't stand it after suffering from Ding Yang's failure, so he came to make up for it.

Then, under Yu Feibai's half-truth and half-truth urging, Wang Guan reluctantly clicked on a string of numbers. Yu Feibai felt like he had found a treasure, and he immediately used his mobile phone to place bets online.

Seeing this situation, Wang Guan didn't know what to say. He sighed and shook his head. He looked at Sixth Brother and Slim Man who were pushed to the ground, their faces twisted and screaming in pain. He also wanted to know how they stole the pictures from Feng's family.

came out. However, considering that it was reasonable to assist the police in arresting the thief, it would be a bit too much to interrogate the suspect in private.

Firstly, I don't have the power; secondly, finding the thief and taking back the picture is already a great achievement. If I even take care of the aftermath, I don't know how many people would feel resentful.

Thinking of this, Wang Guan also gave up the plan of questioning, patted Yu Feibai on the shoulder, and said with a sweet smile: "Let's go to Meishan immediately to give Mr. Feng a big surprise."

"good."

Yu Feibai nodded, waved his hand and said, "Take these two away for me."

With an order, seven or eight strong young men effortlessly picked up Sixth Brother and the thin man, then twisted them out of the teahouse as if they were being escorted, and pushed them into a military vehicle.

Many people nearby saw this scene and started talking quietly.

When Yu Feibai saw this, he quickly stood up and said loudly: "Don't get me wrong, these two guys are selling fake things. They actually defrauded me of hundreds of thousands with a fake product. I must teach them a lesson today."

When everyone heard this, they were doubtful.

However, there seemed to be some people in the crowd who knew Sixth Brother and Shouzi, but they somewhat believed Yu Feibai's words.

"Isn't that Lao Liu and Monkey? They've been fooling people with fake antiques all day long, so they're in trouble today."

"Who says it's not the case? It seems that he has provoked relatives from the military or something like that. He will have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die."

"The delaminated skin is light. It may go in and it may not come out in a few years..."

After a while, as Wang Guan and Yu Feibai left, the crowd of onlookers dispersed in twos and threes. Even if ordinary people encountered such a thing, no one might dare to stand up and accuse them.

Now it is even more impossible to offend a few soldiers for the sake of two gangsters with gray backgrounds.

Moreover, after this incident spread, miraculously, nearly one-third of the vendors in the Shuixianqiao Antique Market disappeared. It was not until two or three months later that they dared to set up stalls again.

However, as the parties involved, Wang Guan and Yu Feibai did not expect that their actions would cause some turmoil in the antique market. Along the way, they were in a good mood, almost singing loudly, and came to Meishan again.

He drove to the door of the No. 1 City Hospital and asked a few young soldiers to take care of Sixth Brother and Fatty. Then, Wang Guan took the pictures and led Yu Feibai to Mr. Feng's ward with ease.

At this time, the door was ajar and there was a faint sound of conversation. Wang Guan didn't pay attention to it. He pushed the door open and walked in with a bright smile: "Mr. Feng, look what I brought to see you..."

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Guan was stunned. He saw six or seven more people in the spacious room than in the morning. Among them was a middle-aged man, sitting by the bed and having an intimate conversation with Mr. Feng. In fact, everything is opposite.

Wang Guan felt that the people in the room were strangers, but those people regarded him and Yu Feibai as uninvited guests.

Just when someone frowned and was about to scold him, Mr. Feng spoke up and said with a slight smile: "Wang Guan, didn't you just come here this morning? Why are you here to see me again now?"

"Here, let me introduce you. This is my son. After he found out that I was hospitalized, he flew back from Guangdong Province to see me."

During Mr. Feng's introduction, the middle-aged man beside the bed stood up, with a smile on his face, and nodded: "Wang Guan, I have heard my father mention you a lot during this time. Thank you for coming to see him..."

Mr. Feng's son seemed enthusiastic, but Wang Guan always felt that there was some vigilance and deliberate alienation in his words, as if he was on guard against something.

"He is a member of the system, and his official position is probably quite high..."

At this time, Yu Feibai whispered something, which suddenly made Wang Guan realize.

People who work in a mixed system cannot avoid intrigues, so when looking at people, they will always unconsciously speculate whether the other person has some ulterior motive in approaching them.

"Feng Hui, this is not your office. Don't use your methods on others."

Knowing his son is more like his father, Mr. Feng obviously also knew his son's thoughts. He scolded him rudely and then said with a smile: "Wang Guan, don't worry about him. He has an occupational disease. He has been at the customs for a long time, and everyone he sees suspects him.

Smuggled.”

"customs?"

Wang Guan was a little surprised, nodded to Feng Hui, and didn't mind. After all, as a son, he also understood Feng Hui's thoughts. He was just afraid that Mr. Feng would be confused for a while and be deceived.

This is not impossible. Su Dongpo's petition is a good example. Therefore, although Wang Guan was a little unhappy that Feng Hui classified himself as a liar with ulterior motives, for the sake of his filial piety, he just

Don't care about it anymore.

At this time, Mr. Feng asked curiously: "By the way, you just said, what good things did you bring to see me?"

"Mr. Feng, sit tight. You will be shocked when you see this. I think it is necessary to call a doctor to come and take care of you to prevent your heart from being stimulated and fainting." Wang Guan joked.

Next to him, Feng Hui frowned slightly and couldn't help but said: "If it is something very scary, don't let the elderly see it."

"You go ahead and don't get in the way here."

Mr. Feng became angry and scolded: "Can't you tell that Wang Guan is joking?"

"Dad, I am doing this for your own good..."

Feng Hui was very helpless and whispered: "The doctor said that you need to rest now because you can't stand the stimulation."

"I have been through the gates of hell for a long time, so why should I be afraid of excitement?"

Mr. Feng sneered, then reached out to push Feng Hui away, sat up and said, "Wang Guan, take out the things. I want to take a closer look to see what kind of thing can make me faint."

"Mr. Feng, you have lost and found it, you have to take it..." At the same time, Wang Guan did not show off any more, he directly took out the scroll hidden behind his back and handed it to Mr. Feng.

"This is……"

In an instant, Mr. Feng's eyes widened, and his whole person seemed to be an empty shell, sluggish. Fortunately, this situation only lasted for a few seconds, otherwise Feng Hui would have been anxious again.

Just when Wang Guan doubted whether Mr. Feng was really stimulated, his old body suddenly burst out with movements as fast as that of a young man, and he took the picture away from Wang Guan's hand in an instant.

The rope of the picture scroll was not tied, so Mr. Feng rolled it out very easily. He looked down and saw the familiar lotus leaves, lotus flowers, shrimps and water plants. He was immediately excited and his body started to tremble.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Feng Hui saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Painting, the lost painting..." Mr. Feng's voice trembled, he rubbed and looked at it repeatedly, and said with surprise: "Yes, it is real, it is the original painting."

"What?"

When Feng Hui heard this, not only did he not show a happy expression, but his expression became cautious. He looked at Wang Guan warily and asked in a deep voice: "Why is this thing in your hand?"

At first, Wang Guan didn't think much about it, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, the stupid thieves who stole the painting actually took something from me and sold it to me, and they were hit by a gun. They deserve to be unlucky..."

"Where's the thief?"

Feng Hui asked, his eyes full of suspicion. At this time, Wang Guan felt something was wrong and frowned. It seemed that Feng Hui was doubting that he was a thief.

Wang Guan guessed it right. Feng Hui suspected that the theft of pictures and the recovery of pictures were a good show directed and performed by Wang Guan. Moreover, he was willing to send back pictures worth 20 to 30 million, so he wanted to plot something.

, I’m afraid it’s even more terrifying.

Bad intentions, sinister intentions!

At this time, Feng Hui's mind was filled with conspiracy theories...
Chapter completed!