"Hey, Xu Yicheng, have you arrived?" Long Junchen's voice was very rude, because he really thought how could this guy be so uneasy?

Xu Yicheng, the president of the National Treasure Appraisal Guild, has never been beaten in his life. Unexpectedly, this apprentice chose this guy who forgot his righteousness when he sees profit.

Long Junchen and Xu Yicheng have a good relationship, so in addition to being angry, they also hope that Xu Yicheng can recognize the true face of this apprentice.

An old man's trembling voice came from the other end of the phone, "King of Ten Thousand Dragons, I'm here, where are you going now?"

"Okay, in Qingshan Town, don't call me the King of Ten Thousand Dragons, just call me Brother Jun Chen." Long Jun Chen frowned and reminded.

"Okay, Brother Jun Chen, I just got off the plane and was still in Yinhai City. I was rushing towards Qingshan Town!" Xu Yicheng said in a hurry.

"Then you come to the Public Security Bureau directly, just the Public Security Bureau in Yinhai City, let the driver drive faster." Long Junchen lowered his voice and said, after saying that, he quickly hung up the phone.

At this time, Mo Yibai had already arrived at the Public Security Bureau. Long Junchen did not expect this guy to be so fast, and he felt that he had already prepared. It seems that this guy is very well-informed.

Long Junchen touched his chin and smiled and looked at Mo Yibai who had just entered the door. The gloom in the latter's eyes was almost flowing out.

"President Mo, why did we meet again?" Long Junchen smiled and greeted him.

Mo Yibai pursed his lips without a smile, "Don't be smiling there, I'm here to do the serious business!" Mo Yibai said seriously.

At this time, the police also saw Mo Yibai and hurriedly met him, "Oh, President Mo, I'm really embarrassed. Please come to our bureau all the way."

The policeman was not old and named Feng Nan. When he met Mo Yibai's aura of being arrogant without anger, he naturally felt cold sweat.

Feng Nan felt his throat dry, and he spoke for a little while and continued, "We are dealing with a theft case, and now it involves the amount of stolen items. However, these stolen items are all calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, and we are not sure about it.

You are a treasure appraisal expert and an authority. If you ask you to take a photo, we can also handle the job." The policeman rubbed his hands and looked at Mo Yibai.

Mo Yibai laughed, "It is my honor to be able to contribute to the case solving. No need to talk about it, where is the painting?"

Seeing that Mo Yibai was so straightforward, Feng Nan quickly took him to the interrogation room.

As soon as Mo Yibai entered the interrogation room, he saw the prisoners sitting there dejectedly. Mo Yibai cursed in his heart, and then walked directly to the painting as if he had pretended not to see them.

I have to say that Mo Yibai is really good at acting. He has seen this painting several times, but he is still scanning it back and forth in a decent manner.

From time to time, he would touch the paper with his hands, stroke his chin, and tumble his mouth for a while, making Long Junchen almost believe that this guy was appreciating calligraphy and paintings seriously.

For Mo Yibai, he is now in a difficult situation. If he says these paintings are fake, then Long Junchen will definitely finish playing them, but these paintings will definitely not avoid the fate of being burned directly as fakes.

These are all naked gold. Mo Yibai really couldn't bear it, but he looked at the group of useless wastes of Bandel. If he didn't testify, these people would have to squat for at least ten years. At this price, he wouldn't have to offer himself. Now Mo Yibai clenched his fists, but he had no choice but to sigh inwardly, it's a pity that these paintings are.

He made up his mind and said slowly: "The papers of these paintings are a bit old and the brushstrokes are delicate, but some of the artificial traces of the mistakes are too obvious. They feel too artificial and should be fake. Moreover, they are fake paintings that someone deliberately made."

Mo Yibai's words are really too cruel. It seems neither salty nor light, but anyone with a discerning eye can hear that these paintings are artificially fake. These are two different things about antique works and fakes. To put it bluntly, it tells you that it is fake, but there is still artistic value and the price is at will.

And fakes are fraudulent, which is illegal. Mo Yibai's mouth curled up an undetectable smile and looked at Long Junchen with a fierce look.

Feng Nan was also stunned and murmured at the corner of his mouth: "Fake it? Or is it artificially fake? Mr. Long, what's going on?"

Although Feng Nan was young, he still reacted to what Mo Yibai said, frowned, and looked at Long Junchen, and his eyes were not so friendly in an instant.

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes, his face deliberately pretended to be a little ugly, but his heart was still unpredictable.

"If you want to add a crime, why don't you worry about it? President Mo will turn these genuine products into fakes with just one word?" Long Junchen said calmly.

"I have been in the treasure appraisal industry for more than ten years. I have studied under the number one treasure appraisal master of Shenzhou Kingdom Xu Yicheng. I have never missed my eyes!" Mo Yibai sneered, retorted at Long Junchen's rebellion and sneered.

The prisoners around him saw Mo Yibai gaining the upper hand and agreed, "That's right, when President Mo became famous, you didn't even have all your hair!"

"The words of President Mo are the truth. You, a profiteer who sells fake money, are you stealing your paintings to be the way for heaven!"

These prisoners were simply changing their minds when they saw the wind. They just lowered their heads and kept talking, but now they were rustling like crickets.

Feng Nan scolded, "You guys are quiet!" Then he turned to Long Junchen and said, "Mr. Long, it seems that you have to cooperate with us to investigate." After that, he waved his hand, and several assistants next to him were holding a handcuff and preparing to cobify Long Junchen's hands.

"Wait, can these paintings be fake in just one word of this guy?" Long Junchen raised his eyebrows and said unhappily.

Feng Nan also frowned, but he glanced at Mo Yibai, who was calm next to him, and said with a thorny forehead, "What is the identity of President Mo? How could he just talk about it casually? He said it was fake, so it must be fake!"

"What if these paintings are true?" Long Junchen was not in a hurry at all, even though those assistants were already around him.

"Hmph, if these paintings are fake, I, Mo Yibai, will retreat and will never set foot in the antique world!" Mo Yibai hummed. Now he just wanted to quickly put this guy in prison, saving him a lot of dreams.

"You're serious about this?" Long Junchen's mouth curled up with a joke, and his eyes looked like he was looking at the lamb to be slaughtered.
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