Chapter 587: : Playing with a bamboo basket

It is about 40 minutes' drive from the airport to the city. Lin Han personally drove a few kilometers away. Li Nanfang sitting behind suddenly slapped the door and shouted, "Stop, stop."
With a creak, Lin Han directly stepped on the brakes, then turned around and asked angrily: "What's the matter?"
"I want to get off."
Li Nanfang said to the bald head who turned his head and sneered at him: "I don't like being stared at him. If you can tell your running dog not to look back, then I promise you to send me to the city. ."
"Boy, you are so mad, you are looking for death?"
From the moment Li Nanfang got in the car, his bald head was forbearing. Now he couldn't help it anymore, he knelt up from the seat suddenly, and raised his hand to catch him.
"Qianzi, stop!"
Lin Han shouted sharply.
However, Qiangzi continued to reach out to catch Li Nanfang who was hiding by the door of the car like he could not hear.
"Do you still want to work in Chengda Group?"
Lin Han raised his hand, pushed Hadron onto the seat, and cursed: "Can you be a brainer, you guard tonight-hum, I will teach you later."
After listening to Lin Han's words, the Qiangzi who gritted his teeth immediately collapsed like a flat ball.
He had the courage not to listen to his cousin, but his heart trembled when he thought of the cold and arrogant President Li.
After stopping the Qiangzi from going crazy, Lin Han said coldly to Li Nanfang: "Go away."
If it is not for the sake of family heirlooms, I would have to knock you out of your mouth because of the fact that you are a heirloom----Li Nanfang pouted, opened the door and jumped out of the car.
As soon as he closed the car door, Lin Han started the car and whizzed away.
President Li only asked Li Nanfang to be released on bail, but he didn't say that he must be taken back to the city. Just now he wondered if he was thrown in the middle of the road. He himself couldn't stand the strong son who offered to get off the car. It was exactly what Lin Han meant, and let him get out of the way.
It was already more than two o'clock in the morning, and the road under the orange street lights looked extremely empty, but there were occasional cars passing by, most of which were vans. This was to go to the city at dawn to transport things. , Or sent out.
A certain hotel is open 24 hours a day, and you can see that there is no personal hair in front of the hall from a long distance, and the security guards also went to find a place to be lazy.
As for the barbecue stalls in front of the hotel parking lot, they have also been withdrawn long ago, and they have been cleaned up.
Looking back, he was empty and there was no individual figure, which made Li Nanfang feel like a lonely ghost.
When the wind blew, the French plane tree leaves on the side of the road shook rustlingly, and the mottled lights fell on Li Nanfang's face, which looked strange and gloomy.
He wanted to scold his mother.
Jumping scolding mother!
The heirloom he had hidden in the pole of the street lamp was so absent.
Anyone who is full and has nothing to do will pay attention to the hidden things in the poles of the street lights?
For this family heirloom, Li Nanfang struggled to get rid of those stalkers during the trip back this way, and he did not hesitate to find opportunities to cooperate with the police to be taken back to the police station, sacrificing his little brother to peek at the fake police flower-- -
Paying such a big price, but in the end it was nothing.
Who is it, who is not angry?
But no matter how angry, what can we do?
The street light pole couldn't speak, and couldn't tell Li Nanfang who took his heirloom. He only made two buzzing noises when he kicked him twice to protest the unfair treatment.
It will not be the group of diners, the owner of the stall, or the pedestrians passing by.
Li Nanfang is sure of this.
If one of them really took his heirloom, the fake policeman would have known it.
After Li Nanfang was taken away, the rhinitis plainclothes would definitely leave people behind and continue to monitor the scene. He would not be withdrawn until there was news from the police station.
The person who takes the heirloom is absolutely awkward, otherwise he must not take things away under the surveillance of the dark line.
"who is it?"
Li Nanfang looked up at the light and asked in a muttered voice.
Of course, the light doesn't speak, it just shines light on that antique scroll.
Jing Hongming slowly opened the scroll and laid it flat on the case table.
On the opposite side of the case, it was Xie Qingshang.
After seeing the woman on the scroll, Lao Xie's eyes jumped a few times, and he threw half of the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his feet.
The living room of Jing Hongming's house is not big, but his wife has cleaned it up. If it weren't for the thankfulness, even if the first deputy bureau of the Supreme Security Bureau came to the house, he would have to change into slippers, not to mention throwing cigarette butts. , Even if he speaks a little more excitedly, and spouts water----Ms. Jing Hong will be disgusted.
Madam Jing Hong has an unusual habit of cleanliness, which many people think.
But if they were shown the gratitude for wearing a pair of cloth shoes with mud on the soles, not only did not change slippers, but also littered her cigarette butts. Madam Jing Hong, who was sitting next to making tea for them, did not frown her eyebrows. You will know that she has no cleanliness.
To be able to be unscrupulous in Jing Hong's house, only a few people who have been hurt by love are thanked.
As for the younger generation of Lao Xie and others, if they dare to learn from them, it is purely itchy buttocks.
"Is there a magnifying glass?"
Xie Qingshang put his hands on the case table and asked without looking back.
Madam Jing Hong immediately put down the tea cup, walked quickly to the cabinet, opened the drawer and took out a magnifying glass.
"The effect of a magnifying glass is not great. You can see these patterns on the incense burner with the naked eye. It is very strange and may hide some information."
When Xie Qingshang was lying on the scroll, his chin almost touched and looked at it several times, and he didn't see anything else, Jing Hongming shook his head and said.
Xie Qingshang didn't speak, and still passed the magnifying glass back without looking back, just as he knew Madam Jing Hong would catch it.
How heavy can a pair of scrolls that are only about ten centimeters wide and about half a meter long?
But when Xie Qingshang picked it up, the raised blue veins on the back of his hand were very clear under the light.
He held the scroll with his hands flat, facing the light, and slowly tilted it left and right.
Using light to see the secrets that may be hidden in the portrait is really nothing to the two of Xie Qingshang.
Jing Hongming narrowed his eyes slightly, held his breath, and stared at the portrait.
The ancient maid in the portrait has not changed in the slightest, she still carries a flower hoe, like Lin Daiyu.
After a full five minutes, Xie Qingshang put down the scroll and looked at Jing Hongming, and the two shook their heads together.
There is no secret in the scroll, except that it is old enough and the pattern on the incense burner is very strange.
Simply put, this is an ancient painting with a price of around US$500,000.
But if it was just an ancient painting, how could Li Nanfang rack his brains to hide by his side?
As the so-called knowing son Mo Ruo father----
Xie Qingshang is not Li Nanfang’s dad, but he is barely half a dad. It’s clear that if this man doesn’t see a certain value from the scroll, he would never disdain for half a million dollars, just like this with Americans. , MI13 "match wit and courage".
I had already called Jing Hongming a long time ago, using this scroll as a bargain for "atonement of merit" and offered to offer treasure on his own initiative.
What's more, if it's just ancient paintings, why do people from MI13 pay so much to get them?
Americans, why do they pursue the pursuit like their wife was stolen?
Jing Hongming didn't know why these two, mainly related to duties.
But he would never go to MI13 to ask what was going on. He still abides by the rules. Since there is a case over there, he will not intervene indiscriminately-if this matter does not involve Li Nanfang , Really nothing, worthy of them as a thief.
At the beginning, they wanted to contact Li Nanfang to let the servant confess what was secret in this scroll.
After thinking about it, I couldn't do this.
If Li Nanfang knew that they had taken the things, no matter how upset he was, he would not dare to open his mouth to ask for it, that's for sure.
It is also certain that Li Nanfang will no longer be anxious after learning that things have been taken by them.
According to the intelligence quotient of the people from MI13, they can immediately infer that the things were taken by them, and they would give up the thorough investigation of Li Nanfang, come to the door to hold Jing Hongming’s hand, and say well, why bother to intervene This case.
Therefore, Lao Xie and the two would not let anyone know that they took the scroll.
"How to do?"
After Jing Hongming rolled up the scroll and put it in a box, Old Xie asked.
Jing Hongming asked, "What do you mean?"
"I'll take it back to 800."
"it is good."
"Leave now."
"it is good."
Jing Hongming didn't say much. After nodding, he immediately picked up the microphone and started arranging the car.
Woo!
When the wheels passed through a small depression, a high level of water splashed. Lao Song, who drove a box of goods to deliver food to a hospital canteen, blew a small song and looked at the rearview mirror outside the car window.
When the splashing water fell, Lao Song was about to look back, but his heart trembled suddenly.
He saw a foot.
One foot drooped from the top of the cargo, swaying with the inertia of the car rushing.
"Fuck, how can there be a foot in my car?"
Suddenly, Lao Song, who was frightened, roared in his heart and stamped his foot on the brake.
The container cargo with a speed of more than 80 per hour suddenly braked, and the tires that stopped suddenly rubbed against the ground, making a harsh scream.
"Your sister, can't you talk to Lao Tzu before you brake?"
Li Nanfang was lying flat on the top of the truck. He just fell asleep for a short time. After suddenly he felt his body fluttering up, he immediately realized what was going on. He quickly reached out and grabbed the car. The big inertia when the car stopped suddenly caused him. The whole person floated forward like a kite out of control.
Wiping the reflector on the left side of the cargo, it fell to the ground with a click, and after several rolls, it stopped moving.
Anyone who sees someone like a kite, draws a graceful arc in mid-air-slams on the ground, two tumbling will stop moving, you will be frightened to death.
This is really a disaster from the sky.
Lao Song was kind-hearted all his life and never bullied the sick. At most, he kept the yellow-faced lady at home and raised a lazy and delicious female college student. How could he suffer such a catastrophe?
There was no need to get out of the car to see, Lao Song also knew that the man below had died.
Falling down at such a fast speed, not hanging up, is simply intolerable.
escape?
No one saw it anyway.
I remember, there seems to be no surveillance head here.
Lao Song swallowed with great difficulty, his eyes gurgling wildly.
But if he escaped, if the goods on the ground could be rescued, wouldn't it kill him?
A few hundred meters ahead, it is Jinghua Hospital. With the relationship between Lao Song and Director Liu of the logistics, it is no problem to arrange a doctor to rescue the goods quickly.
Escape or not?
Otherwise, let's run away, anyway----Lao Song just thought of this, the thing that had fallen down suddenly rolled and rolled under his tires.
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