Chapter 511

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when Yang Zimei turned into the store, she met Lin Qingmei, who was anxious and asked, "sister Qingmei, what happened?"

As soon as Lin Qingmei saw her, she grabbed Yang Zimei's arm like a drowning man catching a life-saving straw. "Xiao Mei, help us find a way. Yesterday, a man came to the shop to buy a teapot made by Lu Yu of the Ming Dynasty. Today, he took the industrial and commercial personnel and cultural relics to fight against counterfeits. He said that we bought fakes in Moxuan and wanted to seal them up, but those who cracked down on counterfeit goods were going to be punished The organizer investigated and dealt with our antiques, and then announced that 80% of our antiques are fakes, which is clearly unjust... "

After listening to Lin Qingmei's account, Yang Zimei's pupil slightly shrinks.

Song Xuan's Antiques identification ability is high, and he is noble and clean. He never intentionally makes a fake business. Even if there is a fake, he can't identify it himself.

However, Yang Zimei has helped him to screen out all the high imitations that have no substance. What's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, the purple clay pot of Lu Yu's boiling tea in the Ming Dynasty was identified by her. How could it be a fake?

Obviously, someone deliberately wanted to frame song Xuan and Mo Xuan.

"Sister Qingmei, don't worry. Don't worry. Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night. Mr. Song will be fine."

Yang Zimei stroked Lin Qingmei's shoulder and let her calm down. "I'll help Mr. Song. You sit down too anxious. It's bad for the fetus."

"Well."

A lot of Yang Zi Mei's eyes settled down on the chair.

"Sister Qingmei, who is the one who bought the purple clay pot?"

"The man in the blue T-shirt."

Lin Qingmei points to a middle-aged man in a blue T-shirt, who looks a little fat and has a pair of short-sighted glasses.

The man's temperament with some kind of obscenity, the eyes behind the spectacles are erratic.

What Yang Zimei hates most is this kind of uncle. This is not a person who is willing to spend several hundred thousand yuan on antique. There must be something fishy among them.

She opened her eyes to see him --

Huang Liang, 45 years old, was a vagrant without employment. She was abducted and abducted all day long with a certain background.

She used the eye of heaven to see what happened to him yesterday.

as like as two peas, he bought a purple sand pot and went out of Moxuan. He sneaky into an office building, exchanging the same purple sand pot with another person, holding a stack of money in his hand.

As for who that person is, Yang Zimei can't see clearly, because her heavenly eye can only see the activity fragments of the party concerned, and she can't see too much. If she sees too much, her head will be congested and dizzy.

But that's enough.

Huang Liang was obviously instructed by someone to buy the real purple clay pot and replace it with a fake one. Then he planted booties and framed song Xuan. It is estimated that the same person instructed Huang Liang to crack down on counterfeit goods and run industrial and commercial offices.

How dare to frame song Xuan? She is angry and her eyes shrink slightly.

At this time, there were several police cars. As soon as the police got out of the car and asked who was song Xuan, they didn't say anything. They just handcuffed him and pulled him into the police car.

"Song Xuan --"

Lin Qingmei got up in a hurry and wanted to catch up with her. However, she moved her fetal Qi, and her stomach quickly twisted and hurt. Ouch, she covered her stomach, her face was pale, and she was sweating.

Yang Zimei quickly helped her sit down, took out the silver needle, to help her pacify fetal gas.

Lin Qingmei slowed down and seized Yang Zimei's hand in fear. "Xiaomei, song Xuan has been arrested. Please work hard. You can accompany me back to my mother's house. I'll ask my father and my brother to find a way."

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