Chapter 195 - Chapter 195: Chapter 159: Cant Let Comrade Lin Be Snatched Away! (Please Subscribe)_2 (1/2)
Chapter 195: Chapter 159: Can’t Let Comrade Lin Be Snatched Away! (Please Subscribe)_2
Hu Shu’s expression shifted slightly, and he sighed again, “After all, it was a chess game lost by a single move. From now on, the world of antique forgery will be yours.”
No sooner had he spoken,
than Directors Zhao Gang and Li Zeguang immediately turned to look at Lin Chuan with a slightly stunned expression.
Lin Chuan’s mouth twitched as he thought, Why are you two looking at me?
I am on the side of justice right now, helping you catch the heads of a criminal gang.
I abide by the laws!
As for antique forgery, I would never imitate and sell fake antiques!
Ahem, the ones I make are all genuine; it’s those people from the past who imitated my creations.
The rain outside the window had stopped.
Strands of sunlight pierced through the thinning clouds after the rain, a pale golden light falling upon the leaves still dotted with droplets, reflecting sparkling specks.
The breeze blew gently, dispersing the clouds, revealing the clear and profound azure sky, while the air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and fresh scent of moisture, refreshing and invigorating.
After Hu Shu and Gao Qinglin were taken back to the police station, they confessed to their crimes without reservation.
The genuine Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase reappeared in view of the Cultural Relics Bureau.
A major antique forgery gang was uprooted in its entirety, involving a vast amount of money that was hard to estimate. For a time, both the police station and the Cultural Relics Bureau were abuzz.
…
In Han River Province, at the office of the police department,
Zhong Chengming, dressed in a dark blue administrative jacket draped over his shoulders, slowly put down the phone with a satisfied smile on his face and genuinely admired, “That boy, well done! Really well done indeed!”
“Dad, what’s making you so happy?”
At that moment,
a young man about twenty-five or twenty-six years old walked in, about one meter eighty tall, with a square face, short hair, and a slightly yellow complexion.
At the sound of this voice, Zhong Chengming’s prior smile immediately sank.
Zhong Xunfeng, his son.
Zhong Chengming looked up at Zhong Xunfeng, sizing him up.
Zhong Xunfeng wore a dark blue cotton shirt, slightly worn at the collar and cuffs, but clean and neatly washed, topped with a bulky khaki work vest. He wore durable jeans and had deep brown outdoor boots on his feet, the tops still stained with some uncleaned mud.
“You, even when coming to the office, don’t know to change into something more suitable.”
Zhong Chengming looked at his son’s appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched; truly, other people’s children always seemed better.
“I just stopped by to get a drink,” Zhong Xunfeng said with a smile, helping himself to a cup and pouring tea from Zhong Chengming’s teapot into his own.
Gurgle, gurgle, filled up.
“By the way, where are you off to this time?” Zhong Chengming asked, glancing up.
“This time, I’m going to Anling. Our Archaeological Team received intelligence about a suspected large-scale tomb,” Zhong Xunfeng replied with a smile, and immediately gulped down two mouthfuls of tea.
“Anling…”
Zhong Chengming murmured, “You’re always out and about, yet I never see you dig up anything significant. Young people of your age, on their own, are capable of taking down a major criminal gang.”
“Who’s that impressive?”
Zhong Xunfeng asked casually.
“The young man who accidentally damaged the national treasure-level artifact some time ago, Comrade Lin Chuan.” As Zhong Chengming mentioned Lin Chuan, a somewhat pleased expression appeared on his face.
“Wasn’t he supposed to pay restitution and serve time for shattering that jade vase? How does that connect to taking down a criminal gang?” Zhong Xunfeng asked curiously.
He had felt sorry when he learned that the thin-walled jade vase had been broken.
“Xunfeng, don’t just judge by appearances. In reality, the jade vase that Comrade Lin Chuan broke was a fake. He followed the clues and single-handedly uncovered a major antique forgery gang lurking in Modu. This is a remarkable achievement in the entire detective case-solving arena, enough to serve as a classic case and become a model for criminal investigation,” Zhong Chengming praised sincerely.
Zhong Xunfeng frowned in confusion, “But isn’t he a web novel writer? How does he solve cases?”
“Don’t underestimate a web novel writer,” Zhong Chengming corrected.
“Then when I said I’d write about my archaeological experiences and publish them online after I’m done with archaeology, why didn’t you support it?” Zhong Xunfeng countered.
Zhong Chengming’s face darkened: “Ah, it’s not that I don’t support you writing novels; it’s that I don’t support you continuing in archaeology. With your dad’s skills, if you learned just fifty to seventy percent, solving criminal cases wouldn’t be a problem! And then to write your detective experiences into a novel, would I not support that?”
“I won’t argue with you about this. I will do archaeology, and I will also write novels,”
Zhong Xunfeng quickly steered away from the topic to avoid an endless bombardment.
Indeed, Zhong Chengming was an expert detective in his youth, solving countless cases and establishing outstanding achievements.
That’s how he reached his position today.