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When Vice President Feng was annoyed, he heard some audience booing.

He turned off the microphone just now, and the audience didn't hear a word of the conversation with Xu Qiang and Ma Lijin, but the audience was not stupid, and they had already guessed what he wanted to do.

It must be calming down!

Those who watch the excitement are not afraid of big things, and the audience only want to watch things big.

Guessing that Vice President Feng wanted to calm things down, of course they were unwilling and did not agree.

All of a sudden there were uproars, which made Vice President Feng even more distressed, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't just rush over and gag the audience, right?
What's more, some viewers are constantly taking pictures and sending messages. I'm afraid that what happened now has already been spread on the Internet, and it's too late to stop it.

"Okay! Since you insist on calling the police, that's your freedom. I can't control it, but can't you disclose some evidence?" Vice President Feng said.

"It's okay, I asked you just now, you said that all the antiques were collected three days ago at the latest, and they have been locked in the safe since then, no one has touched them, right?" Xu Qiang stopped dialing.

"Yes!"

"This is the problem. I judge that there is a world in the lotus inkstone. The joints are glued together. This glue has a special smell. It will take at least 24 hours to dissipate after use. Go and smell the inkstone. It is now Isn't there a faint smell of glue?" Xu Qiang pointed out.

Upon hearing this, Vice President Feng immediately came to the referee's seat.

Picking up the inkstone on the table, he sniffed it close.

Sure enough, there was a faint but distinct smell.

It's not the smell of the inkstone itself, but a smell of glue.

His face darkened immediately, what Xu Qiang said was right, I'm afraid something really went wrong, and it was still a big problem.

Just when Vice President Feng was about to say something, suddenly a person came down from the auditorium and walked straight to the referee's seat.

"Hi, Vice President Feng, my name is Zhou Shuxiang, and I took out the inkstone. I think I have the right to know what went wrong!" A man in his 30s came up and directly stated his intention .

"How do you prove that the inkstone is yours?" Vice President Feng did not know Zhou Shuxiang.

"When I lent the inkstone to you, you had detailed registration information, which can be checked by others. In addition, there is a name and date on the bottom of the inkstone. It was once my youngest son played with it while I was away. It was carved with a knife!" Zhou Shuxiang explained.

Vice President Feng quickly checked, and it was exactly what Zhou Shuxiang said.

He didn't need to check the registration information at all, he knew that what Zhou Shuxiang said was definitely right, and he believed that Zhou Shuxiang would not dare to mess around in public.

After confirming, Vice President Feng felt his head was a little big.

There is Xu Qiang, which has already given him a headache.

And now that the owner of the inkstone is here, he has even more headaches.

"Mr. Xu, can I know what happened?" Seeing that Vice President Feng didn't seem to want to say anything, Zhou Shuxiang directly asked Xu Qiang next to him.

"I suspect that there are universes in your inkstone, but it has been opened by someone, and then stuck with glue, if you don't believe me, you can smell your inkstone, you can smell the glue..." Xu Qiang smiled, he is not afraid Things go wrong.

If Zhou Shuxiang dared to ask, he dared to speak.

When Zhou Shuxiang heard it, his eyes widened immediately. He pushed the inkstone up to his nose and smelled it, and sure enough, there was a strange smell that he had never smelled before.

"You mean the contents have been taken out?"

"I can't be sure, I'm just suspicious, that's why I insisted on calling the police, because the inkstone is yours, even if you find that there may be a world inside, you should ask for your permission first, and then open it to check. In other words, you didn't open it yourself, right?" Xu Qiang asked Zhou Shuxiang.

"How is it possible? I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. Although I like to collect, but my identification ability is not high. I don't know that there is a universe in the inkstone. I trust the activity association, so I responded to the association's activities and lent the inkstone. I didn't expect This kind of thing happened, Vice President Feng, should you give me an explanation?" Zhou Shuxiang was annoyed.

After answering Xu Qiang, he turned to question Vice President Feng.

Although the antique competition was organized by the Ma family, and the Ma family needed some antiques as competition supplies, they borrowed the channels of the Antique Association, and the association was responsible for the collection and storage.

Hearing Zhou Shuxiang's questioning, Vice President Feng felt even more headache.

Things are getting bigger!
The director of the inkstone has come to the stage and stated that he has not opened it himself. It can be concluded that someone has touched the inkstone, and the time is when the inkstone is kept in the association.

"Can you stop rambling, since you said there is a universe inside, why don't you just open it and let us have a look?" Someone shouted from the audience.

Immediately afterwards, other viewers also responded, wanting to see what was there.

"I'm also curious, Vice President Feng, why don't you just open it and see what's left inside?" Zhou Shuxiang also aroused his curiosity when he heard the audience's request.

He also wanted to know what was in the inkstone that he had collected since his grandfather's generation, was it a priceless treasure?

Has it been taken away in advance?

Hearing Zhou Shuxiang's request, Vice President Feng seemed a little hesitant.

Once opened, there is absolutely no room for recovery.

"Mr. Xu, there must be a way to open it?" Seeing that Vice President Feng hesitated again, Zhou Shuxiang aimed at Xu Qiang again.

Because he could see that Xu Qiang was not afraid to make things big.

If there is one person on the scene who dares to drive, it must be Xu Qiang.

"No problem! But you need a knife..."

"I have it on my car key, but it's very small. Do you think it's enough?" Zhou Shuxiang handed over his car key. There is a pocketknife on the car key. It looks like it is for decoration, and it is very practical. Low.

The folding knife is too small, and the blade is only three or four centimeters long when unfolded.

Xu Qiang nodded to indicate that it was enough, took Zhou Shuxiang's jackknife, and went straight to scratch the inkstone, making everyone's hearts aroused.

Even if the inkstone is spliced ​​together, it is actually a box in the shape of an inkstone, and you can't scratch it casually, you have to find the splicing interface.

Where Xu Qiang scratched down, there was no trace of the interface at all.

In fact, Xu Qiang couldn't see it either, because the interface was covered up. When he cut it down, he opened his ghost eyes to look at the aura. The place where two different auras meet is the place where the inkstone is spliced.

With one stroke, there is only enough strength, and as long as the hand is steady enough, only the glue can be cut without hurting the inkstone itself.

Of course, only people like Xu Qiang can do it. If it were an ordinary person, even if he scratched in the right place, the inkstone might be injured or even broken.

Xu Qiang cut down with one stroke, followed by more than ten strokes.

Put down the knife, hold the two ends of the inkstone and pull it slightly.

The inkstone was opened, and there was indeed a space inside.

"What's inside, you can see for yourself!" Xu Qiang handed the inkstone to Zhou Shuxiang, but did not take out the contents.

Zhou Shuxiang held the inkstone and tilted it on the table.

Immediately something slid out, it was a small inkstone.

"It looks exquisite!" Zhou Shuxiang's eyes lit up looking at the small inkstone that fell on the table.

The inkstone that fell out looked very exquisite.

At least compared to the lotus inkstone used as a packaging box, the artistic beauty is more than one level higher. If it is really an antique, he will make a lot of money.

"I don't bother the two masters, Mr. Xu, please help me identify it!" After reading it and sighing, Zhou Shuxiang handed the small inkstone to Xu Qiang.

Xu Qiang put the inkstone on the table within 5 minutes.

"If I read it alone, maybe you have doubts. There are 8 referees present. You might as well ask them to read it together, and then everyone will write down the answers for you to compare..." Xu Qiang decided to drag everyone into the water.

Zhou Shuxiang agreed as soon as he heard it, and pushed the inkstone to the eight referees.

The referees were also very interested, and took them one by one to check.

After reading it quickly, everyone's faces were not very good-looking.

Under Zhou Shuxiang's urging, everyone wrote down the answers.

Zhou Shuxiang was the first to look at Xu Qiang, and his face immediately changed.

"How is it possible?" He was obviously dissatisfied with Xu Qiang's answer.

Then look at other people's answers, the more you look at the more ugly faces, because the Chinese answers are basically the same, but the way of expression is different.

"Vice President Feng, look, it's actually a high imitation inkstone, isn't it absurd that it took less than a year to make?" Zhou Shuxiang questioned Vice President Feng.

The identifications of Xu Qiang and others are the same. Although the small inkstone poured out of the lotus inkstone is very exquisite, it is not an antique.

It is a fake made by imitating an antique, but the imitator's craftsmanship is relatively high, and ordinary people can't tell it apart, but they can't hide it from experts, nor can they hide it from Xu Qiang who can see the aura.

Zhou Shuxiang was overjoyed, and immediately thought of settling accounts.

Because the lotus inkstone was collected by his grandfather, he threw it to his father, and his father passed it on to him, and the small inkstone inside was just made less than a year ago, so it cannot be the original collection of the lotus inkstone.

Then there is only one explanation, the original collection has been taken away, and the time is within two or three days after he sent the inkstone to the Antiques Association.

"Mr. Zhou, don't get excited..." Vice President Feng, who just had a headache just now, now even has a toothache, and things are getting worse.

He looked at Xu Qiang, who was smiling brightly, and wished he could slap him across the face. At the same time, he regretted that he shouldn't have agreed to Ma Bowen's request to be the host of this competition.

I thought it was just manual work for a family, but I didn't expect it to be a big pit. If one is not handled well, his reputation will be greatly affected.

"Why don't you get me excited? My inkstone is an ancient inkstone from the Ming Dynasty. The market price is close to 50 yuan. An antique in a box of 50 yuan must be more valuable and precious, but now it is gone and stolen. , and it was stolen from the Antiques Association..." Zhou Shuxiang's voice rose.

With that said, he took out his phone.

Regardless of what Vice President Feng said, he just did what Xu Qiang didn't do just now, and called the police, claiming that an antique worth millions of dollars was lost.

Wow!
Vice President Feng had a headache, but the audience was excited.

It was really exciting. I thought it was just an antique competition, but I didn't expect it would involve a big case. They are all witnesses.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Xu Qiang looked at the silent Ma Lijin beside him.

Since Zhou Shuxiang took the stage, Ma Lijin has not spoken again.

"Don't you want to say no?"

"Okay, it's your right to say it or not. If you don't say it, no one can force you to say it, but it doesn't suit your personality. I guess you have a guilty conscience? Did you arrange someone to do it?" Xu Qiang smiled. explain.

He was sure that this matter must have an inseparable relationship with the Ma family.