Uncle Wu seemed to know Jun Chen's temperament and did not go around the corner. He said directly: "This Mo Yibai, after leaving your store, I went to find a group of people."

"Who?" Long Junchen asked slowly.

"It seems like Bandel, a group of more famous gangsters in Yinhai City." Uncle Wu immediately answered.

"Bandel? What are you looking for them?"

"This Mo Yibai has found a few Bandell's people and is now breaking into your store. I don't need to say more about what I do." Uncle Wu laughed and was caught by them, so they would have good fruits to eat.

"Hey, don't be anxious this time, this group of people is useful." Long Junchen stopped Uncle Wu from trying to solve the problem of violently.

Long Kewu was slightly stunned and hurriedly grabbed the bullet and loaded it. His subordinates who were ready to take action, "Wait a minute, don't go first."

Long Junchen curled a cunning look at the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "In this way, do what I said. Now, secretly take pictures of their entire theft process, and then follow them after they leave my shop with a big swagger. Don't lose it."

Long Junchen paused and continued, "They probably won't give the goods to Mo Yibai directly tonight. When they arrive at a place to rest, you will call the police immediately."

"Call the police?" Long Kewu was slightly stunned, but he quickly ordered his subordinates to start recording.

"That's right, just call the police. Just do what I say. When you call the police, you say that you see a group of people sneaking. Don't mention any calligraphy and paintings, just call the police as a passerby." Long Junchen said, and a smile of a winner appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, Jun Chen, I understand." Long Kewu knew Long Jun Chen's scheming, and the latter would never be aimless, so he didn't ask much, and agreed directly and hung up the phone.

Then, Long Junchen quickly called Xu Yicheng, "Hey, Xu Yicheng?"

"Wan, the King of Ten Thousand Dragons?" Xu Yicheng wanted to curse, but when he saw that it was Long Junchen's phone call, he was not disrespectful.

"Buy the nearest flight and come to Yinhai City now." Long Junchen finished speaking, and without waiting for Xu Yicheng to speak, he hung up the phone directly.

Although Xu Yicheng was reluctant, it was midnight, but he still got up from the bed and rushed to the airport.

In the second half of the night, Long Junchen returned to bed again and fell asleep.

The next morning, Long Junchen had breakfast and arrived at the Art City early. When he came, there were already many people around him.

The new store he opened yesterday was now open. The paintings and calligraphy inside were looted, and the golden nanmu chair was smashed to pieces.

Everyone around them whispered to each other there.

"I'll go, didn't this store open yesterday? It's too miserable."

"It is said that the paintings inside are all famous works handed down by Liang Jianguo and Jiang Zhiguo, and they are of great value."

"I just said that when I was sleeping last night, why was there such a big noise next to me? It turned out that this happened."

The police had blocked the scene at this time, evacuated the onlookers, and protected the first scene.

Long Junchen smiled pursed his lips and crawled out of the crowd at the right time, deliberately pretending to be like he had just arrived at the scene.

"Oh my God! What's going on! How could this happen? I just opened the store yesterday?!" I have to say that Long Junchen's acting skills are really vivid, tears rolling in his eyes, and he trembled like a little white rabbit with his tail stepped on.

"May I ask, are you the owner of this store?" One of the policemen stepped forward and asked Long Junchen.

"It's me, comrade police, what's going on?" Long Junchen said even more.

The police hurriedly comforted him: "Don't worry, we have tracked down the suspect, now please go back to the bureau and investigate."

After saying that, the police took Long Junchen into the police car, and several people quickly left the scene and headed to the public security bureau.

Yesterday, or rather, early this morning, Long Kewu asked Long Kewu to call the Yinhai City Public Security Bureau directly without giving the local police station in Qingshan Town.

This is what Long Junchen has kept a secret. If he calls the local police station, Mo Yibai might be able to interfere, and the investigation will definitely not go so smoothly.

But if you provoke the King of Ten Thousand Dragons, everything will definitely be the same as you want, but Long Junchen wants to end this grudge soon.

When they arrived at the police station, several policemen took Long Junchen to an outside of a room. There was a mirror inside, with several people sitting in prison uniforms, and dozens of calligraphy and paintings were rolled up next to them.

The police carefully spread out two pictures and asked, "Look, are these two pictures yours?"

Long Junchen took a closer look and saw that it was Liang Jianguo’s picture of "Two Dragons Playing with the Pearl" and "The Rogue's Chichi"?

Long Junchen nodded quickly, wiped his tears, and simply replied: "Yes, these two paintings are from my store."

"Then, guess how much is the total value of the paintings and calligraphy you stolen this time?" the policeman asked, glanced at the criminals next to him who bowed their heads and said nothing.

These prisoners are all Bandell's people and are also routine offenders. However, Bandell's people are usually entrusted by others to do things, so the mastermind behind the scenes is actually more difficult to deal with than Bandell himself.

Long Junchen naturally understood the police's implicit voice, not to mention that his original paintings were of great value, so he simply said the truth: "At least three hundred million."

"Three hundred million?!" This time, the police exclaimed directly. The prisoners were trembling all over, their pupils contracted, and they looked at Long Junchen with a smile in fear.

"That's right, three hundred million." Long Junchen looked calm, as if he was talking about a small family matter.

"Well, this comrade, this is what it is. If your batch of paintings can be estimated to be 300 million, then the sentencing will be completely different." The policeman was also shocked and thought Long Junchen was talking nonsense there, and immediately reminded him.

"I'm in this industry, wouldn't I know? At the lowest price, I have to sell for 300 million." Long Junchen wrapped his arms around and looked at the prisoners who were silent with a smile.

"That comrade policeman, can I say something?" Suddenly, a prisoner raised his head and looked at his slightly decent dress. He was probably the leader of this group.

"What are you going to say?" The policeman stared at the prisoner with bright eyes.

The prisoner did not dare to look at him, lowered his head and said in detail like a mosquito and flies: "The value of these paintings is definitely not worth a single person. I suggest that we can ask our Yinhai City, the branch president of the National Treasure Appraisal Guild, and President Mo Yibai, to get an appraisal. We will be convinced if we sentencing us."

The prisoner didn't speak loudly, but the words were as if they were prepared in advance, which made people unable to refute. Long Junchen couldn't help but sneer and said to himself, "Assuming that Mo Yibai still kept a backup plan, but I've been waiting for your move."

Long Junchen was happy, but he still kept a little calm on his face, "Okay, but, you prisoners, would you steal paintings that don't know whether they are true or not? Or is someone who actually knows the truth or not, and I'll send you here again?"

The prisoner was choked and said nothing. The policeman next to him looked at Long Junchen, "Mr. Long, then let's go and ask President Mo to make an appraisal. Don't worry, we will give you a fairness."

"Okay, then please come." Long Junchen nodded slightly, then left the interrogation room, found an open space, and called.
Chapter completed!