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"Dude, have you received the text message? It seems that something big happened to the Song family antique shop. The theft of cultural relics that has been raging these days has nothing to do with the Jiang family. New evidence shows that it was the Song family. , I have the latest photos here. The photos were taken in front of the door by a buddy of mine who lives next to the Song family. They are absolutely high-definition."

"I received it too, but the photo is different from yours. We can exchange it."

"Didn't Seinfeld resist and was shot dead on the spot?"

In less than 5 minutes, in the antique collection circle where there was no secret at all, news about the cultural relics in the Song family spread like wildfire, and many versions spread quickly.

"Hello everyone, now we are going to broadcast an important case of the recovery of cultural relics. The police in our city have gone through undercover fighting and comprehensive investigations to collect evidence. Finally, today, a 1.28 extraordinarily large cultural relic theft that shocked Zhongzhou three years ago has been cracked." It is reported that the value of cultural relics involved in the whole case is as high as 3000 million.

According to the important clues provided by the insiders who participated in the cracking of the case, the police and armed forces came to a well-known antique company in Zhongzhou City, and what everyone sees now is the shooting scene at that time. "

On the screen of Zhongzhou Provincial TV Station, Tong Wei, holding a microphone in his hand, was spitting and explaining to others. In the screen, the official police surrounded the Song family compound.

As soon as the screen turned to the cut scene in the Song family's storage, Tong Wei continued to explain in a passionate voice: "After the unremitting efforts of the police, we finally found the cultural relics under the canvas, and the cultural relics you see now are The cultural relics that were stolen that year, and after the collective appraisal of the professor of cultural relics, it has been confirmed that all the cultural relics are the cultural relics that were stolen that year."

"awesome."

In front of the TV ratings monitor of the provincial TV station, Jin Zhongliang’s sparse and almost bald head was covered with a few strands of sparse hair. Jin Zhongliang watched the rising ratings line emotionally, and held his hands together nervously. His eyes widened, and he was unwilling to leave Fluttering's almost linear growth rate for a moment.

He has been the director of the provincial TV station for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen the ratings soar so fast. When Tong Wei brought the information up, he hesitated whether to broadcast it. It seems that his move is right. up.

"Keep playing, this is the best opportunity to increase your popularity."

Jin Zhongliang encouraged the person in charge of broadcasting the news. He didn't expect Jiang Hao to give him such a big gift, and said emotionally to the TV editor: "Tell Tong Wei, and do a series of reports according to his request. "

"Yes."

The editor immediately informed Tong Wei, who was recording Song Fei's confession in the Public Security Bureau, of the director's intentions by phone, which made Tong Wei full of energy for the time being.

In the advanced ward of Zhongzhou Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Brother, you said that you are too old, so you can't stay angry. The doctor told me that your heart disease can't be stimulated anymore. The doctor said that if the stimulation is too large, it may directly cause the heart to stop. .”

Song Yuan, who was wearing a Tang suit, carefully peeled apples for Song Hualiang. He couldn't understand the temper of his elder brother, even if he was too angry, he could only try his best to persuade him.

"Hey, how can I not be angry." Song Hualiang sullenly, his eyes full of anger, if it wasn't for Jiang Hao's accidental joining in Sai Jiangnan, he would have successfully traded ancient paintings with the Jiang family directly, and it wouldn't have happened. When I left in a hurry, the box fell to the ground and all the antiques were broken.

If the antiques hadn't been broken, the auction wouldn't have been delayed, and the tragedy of killing Lin Quansheng because of participating in the black market to find the corresponding antiques wouldn't have occurred, so he had a bad relationship with the Lin family.

If the auction is not for the sake of cooperating with the Song family, it will definitely ask for a large amount of liquidated damages. The Song family's business has been unlucky recently, and it has obviously started to go downhill. He is recuperating in the hospital. With the Song family's antique transaction volume, how could he sustain it.

"Jiang Hao provoked everything." A cold light flashed across Song Hualiang's eyes.

"Jiang Hao's appreciative ability is indeed very strong, and I was also folded in front of him!" Song Yuan thought of Jiang Hao's skillful appreciating skills, and his scalp tingled for a while. This Jiang Hao is simply the nemesis of the Song family. People will definitely be unlucky if they meet him.

"However, fortunately, the auction house didn't cut off the business with us because of this. Are all the antiques ready to be traded tomorrow?" Song Hualiang asked with concern. If there is a mistake in the cooperation with the trading house, the Song family will really There is no credibility at all.

"Don't worry, brother, I'm in charge." Song Yuan hesitated for a moment, and said painfully: "But this time, the transactions are all the treasures of our Song family."

"If we don't bring out some heavyweight antiques, how could the auction house not pursue our breach of contract?" Song Hualiang sighed with a wry smile, squinting and said, "When escorting antiques this time, we must find a safe candidate.

In order to continue to cooperate with the auction house, we have adjusted the liquidated damages to [-] times. Once there is a mistake in a cultural relic, the liquidated damages alone cannot be afforded by us. "

"Fifty times!"

The corner of Song Yuan's mouth twitched. The auction house with such high odds was obviously trying to blackmail people, but in order to win cooperation opportunities, the Song family seemed to have no other choice.

"Be optimistic about Song Fei, don't let him cause trouble for me." Song Hualiang frowned slightly, and seriously reminded Song Yuan.

"Ah."

Song Yuan nodded understandingly. He didn't know whether he should tell Song Hualiang about Song Fei's plan to frame Jiang Hao and Jiang's Ningyue Pavilion, but thinking of Song Hualiang's physical condition, he decided to cover for Song Fei.

Song Fei's approach is a bit excessive, but throwing the hot potato to the Jiang family is a way to combat the Jiang family's arrogance. He can't be indifferent to the rise of the Jiang family. In his heart, he very much agrees with Sein Fei to frame the Jiang family strategy.

Jingle Bell!

Song Yuan's phone rang like a small river of text message reminders, and several text messages rang at once.

"Turn on the TV and watch the news. The Song family has become famous."

Song Yuan opened the text message and looked at the contents of each text message inexplicably, not knowing what the content of the text messages meant.

Song Hualiang noticed the strangeness on Song Yuan's face, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Someone said that the Song family was on the news? It must be a spoof." Song Yuan put the phone in his pocket carelessly, but the text messages in his pocket quickly followed one after another.

"Just turn on the TV and check it out." Song Hualiang looked at Song Yuan's buzzing and vibrating cell phone, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. So many people sent text messages to Song Yuan, how could it be a spoof? Could it be that something happened to the Song family?

"it is good."

Song Yuan picked up the remote control, pressed it against the large LCD screen hanging on the wall, and looked at the TV screen in boredom.

Whoa!

I just turned on the TV, and in the safe picture, there are rows of wooden frames falling down continuously with the bony rice brand effect, and they were broken in an instant, and the crisp sound of porcelain falling came from the high-quality audio. outgoing.

"Provincial TV station, why are you ordering news at this time?"

Song Yuan glanced suspiciously at the special logo of a wave in Shenjiang City on the upper left of the TV. This time point should be the time when the TV series is broadcast. Could it be that the provincial TV station has adjusted the program, so it is known that it is a spoof again!

"Why is this scene so familiar..."

Song Hualiang stared at the scene in the screen, his heart was shocked, his face became paler the more he looked at it, he jumped off the bed, barefoot, regardless of his shoes, stood in front of the TV, and said in a trembling voice: " Isn't this the storage warehouse of our Song family?"

"How is it possible? How could people from the TV station enter the tight storage room of our Song family." Song Yuan bit his head in disbelief. Few people could enter the storage room of the Song family, let alone reporters.

"What you just saw was what happened in the Song Family's storage vault. According to insiders of the police, Sein Fei smashed all the antiques to cover up that the Song Family is a place dedicated to hiding stolen goods..."

Tong Wei's words were like a bolt from the blue, making Song Hualiang and Song Yuan unable to move.

"It's really our family's repository, so isn't the broken china just...."

Song Yuan's tongue was robbed, and his eagle-like eyes were full of horror. Looking at the fragmented porcelain in the picture, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He felt that the sky was dark, and he couldn't hear a single word that Tong Wei popped out quickly. .

"It's all broken?"

Song Hualiang stared madly at the porcelain pieces in the picture, his heart was bleeding, his face was already pale without any blood, his head was dizzy, he took a breath, swallowed, and said in a slightly trembling voice : "Have the batch of antiques we sent to the auction house... been moved out of the storage?"

"According to the Song family's trading principles..." Song Yuan's eyes were full of fear, and he said bravely, "They were all taken out before they were sent to the auction house."

"What is the appraised value of the batch of cultural relics sent to the auction house?" Song Hualiang's vision has been turned upside down. He still clearly remembers the specific amount of the antique transaction in his mind, but he is too nervous to say it out.

"It's worth... more than 1000 million." Song Yuan's scalp tingled for a while, and his usually calm hands began to tremble unconsciously.

"That is to say... we have to face more than five... billions of dollars in compensation. The cultural relics in the Song family's storage are all broken, and the Song family is... finished." The TV screen shaking faster and faster in front of Song Hualiang's eyes With a sweet voice, a mouthful of blood spewed out wildly, and Song Hualiang, who was clutching his heart, fell directly to the ground when his legs softened.

Song Yuan was no less stimulated than Song Hualiang, he almost fainted along with his elder brother, staggered, walked out of the room in a daze, and shouted loudly: "Where is the doctor, hurry up and save me, my elder brother fainted."