Solving A Case: My Teacher is Ji Jie

【Ding! Congratulations to the host, the cultural relic identification ability has been upgraded to lv7.] "Huh huh?"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows involuntarily.

I almost thought that I had heard it wrong.

I haven't solved any case!

How has the ability to identify cultural relics improved?

This happened.

It always feels a bit unreal!

Under curiosity.

Qin Feng immediately checked the system news.

That's right!

it's true.

Improved one level.

Could it be?

Qin Feng stroked his chin.

"Just talked with Bai Ling's father for a long time."

"He also taught himself a lot of knowledge about cultural relic identification." "Learning can also improve the skill level?" "I think it should be like this." Qin Feng nodded secretly. Other skills, if you own it, you don't have much training, so naturally it won't improve.

Where is the ability to identify cultural relics.

There was also a famous teacher who taught it. "Five Six Three" sat in the car.

Feel the extra knowledge in my mind.

Qin Feng's hands are itchy.

An empty stomach of knowledge of cultural relic identification.

How can it be done without practice?

Ever since.

Qin Feng immediately drove to visit the famous Panjiayuan in Yan City.

It made Qin Feng pick up a leak.

I bought a piece of Ge Kiln porcelain for 10,000 yuan.

From the perspective of Qin Feng's knowledge reserve.

If you resell the porcelain yourself, you can sell at least one hundred thousand yuan.

But I think my house hasn't been renovated yet.

Qin Feng didn't bother to sell this baby.

When the time comes, put it at home, it will be more face.

Isn't it more high-end and high-end than leather sofas?

on Monday.

There is no case on hand.

Everyone also had a rare leisure time.

but.

It was more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

Just when everyone thought they could pack up and get home from get off work.

Zheng Yimin brought in two men.

A 40-year-old middle-aged man with small eyes.

The other one seemed to be only twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

"Old Zheng, is this the one who came to report the crime?" Zeng Keqiang pointed at the two men, curiously asked. "What kind of report!"

Zheng Yimin turned his head and waved his hand with a smile. "Can't you see it? Come with me!" "This is Old Zhao, this is Xiao Dai."

"They are all from He Province. There is a case to come to our Yan City for investigation. Let the six teams help us." "Hello!" The visitor is a guest.

Naturally, it is to be welcomed.

The six groups immediately applauded. "You're welcome, you're welcome."

The man named Lao Zhao smiled embarrassedly and bowed slightly, "I am definitely going to cause you trouble these days. Please forgive me." "Hey! What is this saying?"

Zeng Keqiang got up, stretched out his hand and walked towards the two of them.

"If I go to He Province to handle a case in the future, I will inevitably have to trouble you." "If I don't have you then!"

"Maybe I don't even know where the south, east, and northwest are." Zeng Keqiang and Lao Zhao held hands together.

"Let's not talk too much, let us talk about the case first, is it okay?"

"Until now, we still don't know what case you are investigating." "Medium!"

Old Zhao nodded solemnly.

He put his hand in his pocket and didn't know what to take.

The gaze flicked over everyone's face. "Tang Bohu, have you heard of it?"

"Of course I've heard of it!" Bai Ling said loudly, "Tang Yin, the head of the four talents in the south of the Yangtze River." "Old Zhao, what happened to Tang Bohu?" Huang Tao stood up excitedly.

Suddenly, his mind opened up, "Did Tang Bohu crossed it? He killed someone at your place! Now he absconded?" "Huang Tao, stop interrupting."

Huang Tao's conjecture has gone beyond the scope of conjecture.

It's just nonsense.

Suddenly, Zeng Keqiang rolled his eyes.

And that old Zhao also smiled embarrassedly. "Where can it be!" "That's it."

With that, Lao Zhao took out a photo.

In the middle of the photo is a painting.

"This painting! It's the real work of Tang Bohu."

"It was originally in the hands of an old man in our province."

"But half a month ago, I was cheated away by a guy named Qiuxiang."

"According to our information! That Qiuxiang is your Yanshi native, the dancing girl that the old man hooked up in a karaoke hall in your Yanshi a year ago." "Of course, if it were just these, we wouldn't bother you." According to the information, that Qiuxiang came to Yan City to prepare the painting." "She has contacted a cultural relics smuggling group."

"What we mean by long is that we will kill this Qiuxiang and the cultural relics smuggling syndicate." The words were over.

There were no people talking in the entire office for a while.

As for the reason.

Help Lao Zhao, that's for sure.

But the actual difficulties are not without them.

"Old Zhao." Zeng Keqiang took a cigarette suddenly, "Yan City is so big, with a population of tens of millions." "If you guessed correctly, Qiuxiang is still a code name."

"Just look for it, it's really like finding a needle in a haystack."

"Da Zeng, I think we still have a 0 to find the direction..." Qin Feng thought for a moment, his eyes lit up, and said, "King, KTV." It's not impossible." "I'd better let my friends check it by the way." "Check people in this kind of place, we are really not as neat as they are." Zeng Keqiang went out and walked towards the toilet.

Don't guess, it must be a call. but……

I don't know that this call took too long.

There are still too many calls.

Twenty minutes later, Zeng Keqiang walked back slowly.

"Lao Zhao, Xiao Dai, let me make arrangements for you first, and find Qiuxiang, it will take time!" "Yes."

Afterwards, Qin Feng settled down with Zeng Keqiang.

Because of economic reasons.

Both of them stayed in the cheapest kind of hotel.

Qin Feng tried to persuade him several times but couldn't.

In their words.

The funds in the bureau are inherently small, so they have to save some money.

And to sleep, just have Zhang Chuang.

Qin Feng was very moved.

Treated them to a good meal that night.

The next day.

office.

Zeng Keqiang stood up abruptly after answering the call.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go, old Zhao Qin Feng, there is news about Qiuxiang, it seems that she is a wine seller in a Longding KTV." "I want to go, I want to go too." Hearing words, Bai Ling quickly ran behind Qin Feng. "You can not."

Zeng Keqiang glanced at Bai Ling, then shook his head.

"Where we go, it's a bit bad for women to go." "Oh, that's it!" Bai Ling walked away 5.1 wittily.

"Sometimes! This man is convenient for handling cases." Jiang Han stood up while smiling.

What he didn't expect was.

Zeng Keqiang actually shook his head at him.

Jiang Han was suddenly upset. "I am male."

"That won't work either." Da Zeng still shook his head, "You can't go where we went."

"With your righteous expression and this serious face, the probability of being discovered is ten times higher than ours and we can't stop it." "This is also wrong!"

"Oh, stop! Don't ask me, I just want to solve the case now."

Long Ding ktv. Qin Feng old Zhao Zeng Keqiang just entered.

A woman in her thirties greeted her.

"Three, do you open a box? We have a sister here to sing with you!" "Come two, remember, I want Qiuxiang."

"Okay, don't worry, Chunxiang Xiaxiang, as long as a few people want it, I promise to be satisfied!".

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