C587 Nothing but Water from a Bamboo Basket
C587 Nothing but Water from a Bamboo Basket
With a creak, Lin Han directly stepped on the brakes. He turned around and snappily asked: "What's wrong?"
"I'm getting off."
Lee Nanfang turned around and said to the baldy that was sneering at him, "I really don't like being glared at by people. If you can make a lackey like you stop looking back, then I'll let you send me to the city center."
"Brat, you are so arrogant. Are you courting death?"
From the moment Lee Nanfang got on the car, the baldy had been holding back. Now, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He abruptly got up from the seat and raised his hand to grab Lee Nanfang.
"Qiangzi, stop!"
Lin Han shouted.
However, Hadron acted as if he couldn't hear anything and continued to reach out to grab Lee Nanfang, who was hiding by the side door.
"Do you still want to continue working at Chengda Group?"
Lin Han raised his hand and pushed Qiang Zi onto the seat and cursed, "Can't you have more brains? You can stay here tonight! Hmph! I'll teach you a lesson later."
Hearing Lin Han's words, the man gritted his teeth and deflated like a deflated ball.
He had the guts to not listen to his cousin, but when he thought about the cold and arrogant Director Li, his heart trembled.
After stopping Qiangzi from going crazy, Lin Han coldly said to Lee Nanfang, "Scram."
If it wasn't because of the family heirloom, just with the word "scram", I would have knocked your teeth out of your mouth — Lee Nanfang twitched his mouth, pushed open the door and jumped out of the car.
The moment he closed the door, Lin Han started the car and sped away.
Boss Li only told him to bail Lee Nanfang out, but didn't say that he had to bring him back to the city. Just then, he was wondering if he should just leave him there when he couldn't stand the suggestion of Hadron asking to get off the car.
It was already past 2 in the morning. The road under the orange street lamp seemed particularly empty, but there were also cars passing by occasionally. Most of them were vans or something like that.
A certain hotel was open 24 hours a day. From far away, one could see that there was not even a single hair on the door of the lobby. The security guards also went to find a place to loaf around.
As for the barbecue stand in front of the hotel's parking lot, it had long since been removed and the cleanliness had all been gone.
He looked back and saw nothing. This made Lee Nanfang feel like he was a lonely ghost.
As the wind blew, the leaves of the French Parasol Tree along the road began to rustle and sway. The mottled light scattered on Lee Nanfang's face, giving him a very eerie and eerie look.
He wanted to curse.
The jumping curse!
The family heirloom he had hidden in the lamppost was nowhere to be found.
Who would be so bored as to pay attention to the hidden contents of the lamppost?
For this family heirloom, Lee Nanfang had racked his brains on the way back to get rid of those people who were following him. He had even found an opportunity to cooperate with the police and was brought back to the police station, sacrificing his little brother to fake Little Policewoman to peek at him …
He had paid such a heavy price, but in the end, it had all been for naught.
Who else wouldn't be angry?
However, no matter how angry he was, what could he do?
The lamppost could not speak, so he could not tell Lee Nanfang who took his family's treasure. Only when he kicked him twice could he make two buzzing sounds to protest against this unfair treatment.
It could not be that group of customers, such as the customers who rolled the skewers, the owners who set up the stalls, or just passersby.
Lee Nanfang was sure about this.
If one of them had taken his heirloom, Little Policewoman would have known.
After Lee Nanfang was taken away, he would definitely leave some people behind to continue monitoring the scene until news from the police station arrived.
The person who took away the family heirloom was definitely an awesome person. Otherwise, they definitely wouldn't be able to take away the item under the surveillance of the dark net.
"Who is it?"
Lee Nanfang looked up at the lights and muttered.
The light of the lamp could not speak, it would only shine on the quaint scroll.
Jinghong Ming slowly opened the scroll and laid it on the table.
Opposite the desk was Xie Qingshang.
When Lao Xie saw the woman on the scroll, the corner of his eye jumped a few times. He threw the half of the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with his foot.
The living room of Wu Tie's home wasn't big, but it had been cleaned up by his wife. If not for Xie Qingshang's arrival, even if the first batch of guests from Supreme Security Office came over, they would still have to put on their slippers. Even if they were throwing cigarette butts, even if they were talking excitedly and spitting saliva, they would still be disliked by Mrs. Jinghong.
Mrs. Jinghong had an unusual obsession with cleanliness, and many people believed that to be the case.
However, if they were to see that Xie Qingshang, who wore a pair of cloth shoes with mud soles, not only didn't change into slippers, but also randomly threw away his cigarette butt and sat beside Mrs. Jinghong who was making tea for them, they would know that she wasn't a germaphobic person.
Only a few people like Xie Qingshang were able to act so unscrupulously in the Wu family.
As for the juniors of Lao Xie and the others, if they dared to learn from them, it would be purely because their buttocks would be itchy.
"Is there a magnifying glass?"
Xie Qingshang pressed his hands on the table and asked without turning his head around.
Mrs. Jinghong immediately put down her teacup and quickly walked to the cabinet. She opened the drawer and took out a magnifying glass.
"The magnifying glass is not of much use. Just by looking at it with the naked eye, one can see that the patterns on the incense burner are very strange, and may be hiding some sort of information. "
When Xie Qingshang laid on the scroll and read it a few times with his chin, he did not find anything strange, only then did Jinghong Ming shake his head and say.
Xie Qingshang did not say anything and just handed the magnifying glass back without turning his head, just like how he knew Mrs. Jinghong would catch it.
A scroll that was only ten centimeters wide and half a meter long, how much weight could it possibly weigh?
However, when Xie Qingshang picked it up, the veins bulging on the back of his hands were clear under the light.
He held the scroll horizontally in both hands, slowly tilting it left and right as he faced the light.
Using the light to check the hidden secrets inside the portrait didn't mean much to Xie Qingshang and Cao Yi.
Jinghong Ming squinted his eyes and held his breath as he stared at the portrait.
The ancient maid in the portrait did not show any changes. She still carried a hoe like Lin Daiyu.
After a full five minutes, Xie Qingshang finally put down the scroll. He exchanged glances with Jinghong Ming, and the two of them shook their heads at the same time.
Inside the scroll, there were no secrets other than that it was old enough and the patterns on the censer were very strange.
To put it simply, this was an ancient painting that cost around five hundred thousand dollars.
However, if it was just an ancient painting, why would Lee Nanfang spend all his time to hide it by his side?
As the saying goes, a wise son cannot be a father to another.
Xie Qingshang was not Lee Nanfang's father, but he could be considered half a father. It was clear that if this guy didn't know a certain value from the scroll, he would be disdainful of competing with the Americans and MI13 for $500,000 just like that.
He had long since called Jinghong Ming and treated this scroll as a trading product of "atonement", and took the initiative to present the treasure.
Not to mention, if it was just an ancient painting, why would the people from the Thirteen Divisions of Militaries pay such a huge price to obtain it?
Why do Americans, like their wives were stolen, go after them in such a big way?
Jinghong Ming didn't know about these two reasons, but it was mainly related to their duties.
However, he would never go to MI13 to ask what was going on. He still followed the rules, and since there was a case over there, he wouldn't interfere carelessly. If Lee Nanfang wasn't involved in this, then there really wasn't much to it.
At the beginning, they wanted to contact Lee Nanfang and have him confess that there was a secret within the scroll.
Later on, he thought about it and decided that he couldn't do that.
If Lee Nanfang knew that they took it, no matter how unhappy he was, he wouldn't dare to ask for it. That was for sure.
It was also certain that Lee Nanfang wouldn't be in a hurry after finding out that the item was taken away by them.
With the IQ of those people at MI13, they would immediately deduce that the thing was taken away by them. Then they would give up on investigating Lee Nanfang and come to the door to hold Jinghong Ming's hand.
Therefore, Lao Xie and the others wouldn't let anyone know that it was them who took the scroll.
"What should we do?"
Lao Xie asked after Jinghong Ming rolled up the scroll and put it in a box.
Jinghong Ming asked, "What do you mean?"
"I'll bring eight hundred back."
"Alright."
"Now."
"Alright."
Jinghong Ming didn't say much, he immediately picked up the phone and started arranging for the car.
Woo!
As the wheels passed through a small puddle of water, they splashed with water. Old Song, who was carrying food to a hospital cafeteria in a box, blew a tune and casually glanced at the rearview mirror outside the window.
Just as Old Song was about to look away from the splashing water, Xinn'er shuddered.
He saw a foot.
A foot drooped from the top of the container, swinging as the car sped along.
"Holy shit, how come there's a foot in my car?"
Suddenly, Old Song, who was trembling in fear, roared in his heart and stomped on the brake.
The cargo that was moving at over 80 knots per hour suddenly came to an emergency halt. The tires rapidly rubbed against the ground, producing an ear-piercing screech.
"F * ck you, can't you say something to laozi before we stop?"
Lee Nanfang was lying flat on the top of the truck. He had just fallen asleep for a short while, but suddenly felt that his body had started flying, so he immediately realized what was going on. He immediately reached out to grab the truck, and the inertia caused by the car's sudden stop made him feel like he was a kite that was about to go out of control as he quickly flew forward.
The mirror on the left side of the box fell to the ground with a thud. After flipping a few times, it stopped moving.
Anyone who saw someone fly through the air like a kite in a beautiful arc and land on the ground with a "pa da" sound would be scared half to death.
This was truly a disaster that fell from the sky.
Old Song had always been a kind person. He never bullied the old and handicapped. At most, he would just hide it from the yellow-faced woman at home, raising lazy female university students. How could he encounter such a disaster?
He didn't even need to get out of the car to look, Old Song knew that the man was already dead.
To fall down at such a high speed and not hang up, it was simply unforgivable.
Escape?
Nobody saw it anyway.
I remember, there didn't seem to be any surveillance here.
Old Song swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, his eyes were rolling around randomly.
However, if he were to run away and this thing on the ground was still able to save him, wouldn't that be the same as causing his death?
A few hundred meters ahead was Beijing Hospital. With Old Song's relationship with Chief Liu, it would not be a problem to quickly arrange for a doctor to rescue it.
Flee, or not flee?
Maybe he should just run away. Old Song was just thinking about this when the guy who had fallen to the ground suddenly rolled over and landed under his tire.