"Thank you this time, by the way, I don't know what your name is?" Long Junchen knew that today's matter could end like this, and there must be the help of Lang Xiao. He is a smart person and knows who is behind this matter.

"You are from Chu Liu, and you can also be considered my immediate boss. I'll call you Brother Long, just call me Xiaolang." Lang Xiao said politely. Long Junchen's moves just now made Lang Xiao call this "Brother Long" convincingly.

"Whatever you want, you sit here, you won't be the one who calls me brothers." Long Junchen smiled helplessly, and asked while looking through the magazine.

"There was news on the Mosang house that our people were monitoring there for a few days. Indeed, there were a few foreigners who only appeared once, but they went in for a long time. Even when they came out, they took one person away from Mosang house." Lang Xiao briefly reported the situation, but his eyes were still looking at the coffee cup in front of him. The outsiders had no idea that the two strangers who seemed to be sitting back on their backs were having a conversation about state secrets.

"Is there someone else? Have you followed me wherever you went?" Long Junchen shook his hand with the magazine and almost didn't fall to the ground.

"After we arrived, they drove all the way to Linshui County. However, Linshui County has a complex terrain, and our people are really unfamiliar with the place. Once we enter the county town, we will lose it." Lang Xiao said ashamedly.

"Linshui County?" Long Junchen murmured, this Linshui County is located in the south of Yinhai City and is very remote. However, rural tourism has been popular in recent years, which has made this place a tourist destination.

But as Long Junchen, who has been engaged in antiques, knows another identity of Linshui County, which is the base for counterfeiting antiques.

How could this group of terrorists get involved in the antique fraud industry?

Long Junchen really couldn't figure it out, but he also knew that the current market situation was more fake than real money. It turned out that foreigners had improved their skills and the fakes they made could even be auctioned at domestic auction houses.

For money, people can do everything, let alone fake things, many people dig graves, but for the sake of a gold tooth in the mouth of the corpse, tell me whether this is fascinated by money.

Long Junchen also knew many fakes, one of them directly imitated Shen Zhou's style from thin air. Even with Long Junchen's eyesight, it would be difficult to tell the truth if he didn't know it in advance.

Fortunately, most of the people Long Junchen knew were traitors and would not let these fake calligraphy and paintings be circulated in China, but Long Junchen didn't know about them.

This Mosang house is related to fraud. Long Junchen is not surprised. What he wonders is how could this group of bloodthirsty terrorists interfere in the literary and antiques group?

"In this way, I'll meet the people from Mosang House. You can cover me up. If these people collude with terrorists, I may need firepower support. If they are just used, I can follow the clues." Long Junchen put down the magazine and left the cafe without waiting for Lang Xiao to speak.

Lang Xiao pursed his lips, drank the coffee, sat for another five minutes, and left.

Long Junchen left the cafe and walked straight to Mosang's house.

Mosang's house is built with green bricks and green tiles, which are simple and elegant, and the feeling of ink fragrance and copper smell is spread out.

Long Junchen tidied up his clothes and walked into the store. As soon as he entered the store, he saw a wide range of paintings, some real and some fake, and some fake.

But if people who don’t understand fake paintings buy them, they can only be regarded as suckers. If people who understand, the owner can be said to be a high-quality imitation. However, Long Junchen has to say that the fake calligraphy and paintings here can definitely be fake and real.

At this time, a person was lying leisurely on a rocking chair. This was the first time Long Junchen saw the person dragging his eyebrows to his mouth.

The old man held a small purple clay pot in his left hand. He was very thin and looked like he was only left with bones.

He heard the footsteps, narrowed his eyes, and when he saw that it was Long Junchen, he sat up suddenly, "Oh, isn't this Boss Long? Why did you have time to come to my husband's shop?"

"Do you know me?" Long Junchen asked himself that he had never seen this old man, but the latter seemed to be very familiar with him.

"Haha, Boss Long has a close relationship with Mr. Liang Jianguo. The calligraphy and paintings in the store are worth a thousand gold. It was very popular when it opened. Although I am not in conflict with the world, how could I not hear about it?" The old man picked up the purple clay pot, pouted and drank a sip of tea.

"Thank you, my husband, for your concern. How dare you ask me what you call me?" Long Junchen bowed and said. It seemed that he could not keep a low profile even if he wanted to be low-key.

"I am Bai Tingjing, everyone calls me Mr. Bai." Bai Tingjing laughed.

"Okay, Mr. Bai. Then just call me Jun Chen." Long Junchen bowed and said.

"Okay, Jun Chen, you came to me, probably not by strolling around, right?" Bai Tingjing still kept smiling and asked indifferently.

"Hahaha, I'll just take a look. How is it? Is the business good recently?" Long Junchen asked obscurely. If those terrorists came to buy paintings, then he could still find out what he asked.

"Hey, Jun Chen, you know that we won't open in March, so we'll have to eat for three years." Bai Tingjing said dyingly.

Long Junchen knew that this belonged to someone else's business secrets, and if others didn't tell me, it would be hard for him to ask more questions.

Long Junchen deliberately walked a few steps in the room and walked to a painting signed by the Ming Dynasty painter Dong Qichang.

Dong Qichang, whose courtesy name is Xuanzai, is a representative figure of the Huating School and is good at landscape painting.

Long Junchen saw this painting, which was the realest among all the fake paintings here, and it was also the best choice for Long Junchen to start a chorus.

"Oh, Boss Long has such a good eye. This is the original work of Dong Wenchang, a painter in the Ming Dynasty." Bai Tingjing saw Long Junchen stopping and watching, and couldn't help but step forward and say.

"Well, the drawing is quite similar, and it even has a bit of charm." Long Junchen pursed his lips and commented lightly.

However, Bai Tingjing had already heard this simple sentence. Isn’t this kid squeezing himself? He couldn’t help but laugh: “Whatever Boss Long said, our imitations are absolutely high-quality imitations, hahaha.”

"High imitation? Didn't you just say it was an authentic one?" Long Junchen curled his lips disdainfully and chuckled.

"Boss Long, you have good eyesight, I admire you, but are you planning to smash my sign?" Bai Tingjing gave a thumbs up sarcastically and said unhappily.
Chapter completed!