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Chapter 415: Strange Telegram!!!

Now it seems that the Christie's auction was a bit hasty.

In other words, Zhuang Zhou did not foresee enough.

Originally, the transactions were done privately, the circle was small, and everyone was just a member of the same circle.

Things are much simpler.

Of course, the main reason is that the previous baby was not vibrating enough.

This time, twelve golden dragons were put up for auction.

As a result, Christie's launched a massive publicity campaign.

It is precisely because of this vigorous publicity that it has become known to everyone in the circle.

It has also attracted a lot of attention outside the circle.

As soon as the news spread, the relevant departments took notice.

But according to Ma Changbo, things are fine now.

This is just a temporary investigation and has not been confirmed.

Zhuang Zhou sat on the sofa in the living room, brows furrowed, his mind full of thoughts.

He didn't expect that these twelve golden dragons would cause so much trouble.

I originally thought that this was just a treasure in his personal collection and he could do with it as he pleased.

But I didn't expect that there were such complicated factors involved behind this.

Zhuang Zhou pondered for a moment and asked:

"Boss Ma, how do we solve this problem?"

Ma Changbo sighed:

“How else can we solve it?

If this is really a national treasure, it must not be leaked. Even if it is put up for auction, it will be snatched up.”

Zhuang Zhou frowned slightly:

"Is there no other way?"

Ma Changbo hesitated for a moment before saying:

"It's not that there is no way, you just have to find someone, someone in the mainland, to smooth things over."

Find someone?

Zhuang Zhou thought for a moment and asked:

"Who are you looking for?"

Ma Changbo hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Find someone from the government, preferably from the Cultural Relics Bureau, and explain it clearly.

Or you have to provide the source to prove that it is from your personal collection."

Bureau of Cultural Relics?

Zhuang Zhou frowned slightly.

He doesn't know anyone in the Cultural Relics Bureau, so how can he find him?

and many more.

Zhuang Zhou suddenly thought of someone.

Isn’t Meng Xuan’s father from the Cultural Relics Bureau?

Yup!

You can find out more about the situation from him.

But it’s a bit troublesome to prove this person’s collection!

Even if he said he brought it back from Chang'an.

But how to prove it?

After a pause, Zhuang Zhou asked again:

"What if it can't be proven?"

Ma Changbo sighed:

“If those twelve golden dragons are indeed confirmed to be cultural relics that are prohibited from being photographed, you will be in trouble.

I have checked for you. The crime of reselling cultural relics is punishable by fixed-term imprisonment ranging from one to two years.

If you define it as a national treasure, it will be even more serious!"

"???"

Hearing this, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He took great pains to bring back the twelve golden dragons from the Tang Dynasty.

Do you want to bring yourself to jail?

End the call with Ma Changbo.

Zhuang Zhou felt mixed emotions. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

The most important thing now is to find a solution.

After thinking for a moment, Zhuang Zhou decided to call Meng Xuan's father first.

After all, he is the director of the Qingdu City Cultural Relics Bureau.

You should have a better understanding of this aspect.

By the way...what is Meng Xuan’s father’s name?

Oh, his name is Meng Tianxiang.

Pick up your phone and look for your contacts.

Only then did I realize that there was no phone number for Meng Tianxiang.

I had to find Meng Xuan.

I called and the call was answered quickly:

"Hello, Meng Xuan, I'm Zhuang Zhou."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xuan on the other end of the phone burst into tears.

"..."

Zhuang Zhou hurriedly asked:

"Why are you crying?"

Meng Xuan calmed down and asked while sobbing:

"Zhuang Zhou, where have you been?

I thought I would never be able to contact you again?"

Zhuang Zhou was moved and said softly:

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.

It's just that I've been a bit busy recently and haven't had time to contact you.

By the way, I have something to talk to you about. Can you send me your father's phone number?"

When Meng Xuan heard this, she immediately asked nervously:

"What's wrong?

Do you have something to do with my dad?

Did something happen? "

It seems that she doesn't know yet that photographing cultural relics is prohibited.

Zhuang Zhou planned not to tell her yet so as not to make her worry.

Quickly comforted:

"Don't be nervous, it's not a bad thing.

It's just that I have something to ask him about cultural relics. Can you help me contact him?"

Meng Xuan hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed:

"Okay, I'll make the contact for you.

Wait a moment."

After saying that, Meng Xuan hung up the phone.

Not long after, the phone rang again.

Zhuang Zhou picked up the phone and heard a middle-aged man's voice:

"Hello, is this Zhuang Zhou? I am Meng Tianxiang, Meng Xuan's father."

Zhuang Zhou said quickly:

"Hello Director Meng, I'm Zhuang Zhou!"

"Well, I heard from Meng Xuan that you have something to talk to me about?"

"Yes, that's right. I've been in some trouble recently and would like to ask you about cultural relics."

Hearing this, Meng Tianxiang couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Oh? What exactly is it?

You can tell me about it. ”

Zhuang Zhou took a deep breath and briefly explained the whole story.

After listening to Zhuang Zhou's narration, Meng Tianxiang was silent for a while before speaking:

"You mean, you provided the twelve golden dragons at the Christie's auction in Hong Kong?"

Zhuang Zhou could only laugh and cry:

"Yes, it's me."

Meng Tianxiang paused for a moment and asked again:

"What happened to your twelve golden dragons? Why were they considered cultural relics that cannot be photographed?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled bitterly again:

"I don't know either. I just came back from a business trip and learned the news."

"You're going on a business trip out of town. Isn't there no internet in that place?"

Meng Tianxiang obviously didn't believe this.

"No...how can I put it?"

"I heard from Meng Xuan that you often go on business trips and you can't contact anyone. Where did you go?"

Zhuang Zhou hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Director Meng, are you free at noon? I'd like to invite you to dinner. Let's talk in person!"

Meng Tianxiang thought for a moment and said:

"Sure, let's go to Uncle Meng Xuan's store! I happen to be in a meeting here."

"Good Le!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Zhou called his father back.

After asking, I found out that the contractor for the villa in my hometown has already been negotiated.

My cousin Zhuang Fei was the general contractor, and he was responsible for purchasing materials and workers.

Mr. Zhuang asked Zhuang Zhou for his opinion.

Zhuang Zhou didn't say much. He could not avoid the social customs and relationships in his hometown.

Then he called his cousin Zhuang Fei back and told him his opinion.

I just reminded you again and again that only good materials should be used.

When he has time, he plans to go back and take a look.

You can earn the money you deserve, but you also have to ensure the quality.

As soon as I hung up the phone, Meng Xuan called again to ask about the situation.

Zhuang Zhou simply told his uncle that they were going to have dinner at his restaurant later.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xuan immediately said that she would also go there at noon.

Zhuang Zhou originally didn't want her to worry about this matter.

But I had no choice but to agree.

Blow dry your hair and tie it up.

Zhuang Zhoucai picked up the car keys, drove out and headed to the private restaurant.

But the man had just got on the car and was about to leave.

Another call came in.

Zhuang Zhou took a look and found that it was the strange number that had called more than fifty times before.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhuang Zhou?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I am, who are you?"

The other party said directly:

"I'm from the Qingdu Police Station. My name is Lin Yuan. I want to talk to you about something."

Zhuang Zhou suddenly thought of something.

"Is it about the twelve golden dragons?"

"Yes."

Lin Yuan replied:

“We now suspect that you are engaged in illegal trading activities and would like to ask you to come to the bureau to cooperate with the investigation.

We need to discuss the specific situation in detail after we meet.

Please come to Qingdu Police Station as soon as possible. We need to learn more about your situation."

This counts as an oral summons.

This is the obligation of every citizen.

Zhuang Zhou took a deep breath and agreed:

"Okay, Officer Lin, I can cooperate with the investigation.

Well, I'll go over there this afternoon!"

"About what time?"

"Well, two o'clock, okay?"

"Then I'll wait for you at two in the afternoon."

"Ok!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help feeling a headache.

He didn't expect things to develop like this.

But he certainly knew what he was doing.

After all, those twelve golden dragons were brought back from the Tang Dynasty by him personally.

But how to prove it now?