This system is too salty

In front of Sotheby's headquarters in Paris, Zhao Mian watched from a distance, smoking a cigar.

More than 200 passionate young people marched and demonstrated there holding signs, and the leading Chinese youth was standing on the steps of the Sotheby's building to give a speech to the demonstrators.

"...The cultural relics looted in the colonial era must return to their homeland. Those merchants who sell the looted cultural relics are immoral. They should be hung on the street lamps..."

The speech was very provocative, and a crowd of young people under the steps applauded loudly.

Zhao Mian smiled when he heard the content of the speech through the translation software on his mobile phone.

Hanging street lights?The idea is retro, but creative and nice.

At this time, two black extended Renault cars drove out from the underground parking lot of the building. The cars did not stop but the speed was very slow. It seemed that the people in the cars were interested in the demonstrators.

After seven or eight seconds, the two cars accelerated and drove away.

The young man who was speaking also saw the two cars. He stopped his speech and jumped down the steps. He ran a few steps to a small motorcycle on the side of the road.

Stepping onto the back seat of the motorcycle, the young man said urgently: "Wilke, follow those two cars, they belong to the president of MP Company. This time we must find their lair of counterfeiting!"

"Put on your helmet and sit tight!"

Another scooter sped up and stopped in front of it, and Warren, wearing a helmet, said he would also join in.

The two small motorcycles accelerated and rushed out, crashing the two black cars far away.

Taking out his mobile phone and looking at the information, Zhao Mian confirmed that the Chinese youth was Wu Qing, the younger brother of Coco of the Institute of Cultural Relics.

The information was obtained from Xiangjiang's private detective Guo Cheng.

I have to say that Guo Cheng really has two talents, and he is very motivated to work after the money is in place.

Zhao Mian snuffed out the cigar, waved over a taxi, and asked the driver to follow the two small motorcycles.

The driver, who was of Algerian descent at first glance, asked in English with a strange accent: "Dude, what are you doing with those young people? Are you a policeman? Are you working on a case?"

"No, I'm their college roommate. They went to work in a manor without telling me. I was afraid they would be cheated, so I followed them to have a look."

The driver nodded, kicked the gas pedal and accelerated to follow.

Many international students who come to France work in major manors in their spare time, and their hourly wages are much higher than those in underdeveloped countries.

But at the same time, there are also many black intermediaries who introduce people to work, and they also like to deceive foreign students who are not deeply involved in the world.

It seems that taxi drivers in every country and region are very talkative, and the driver of Zhao Mian's car is no exception.

Along the way, the driver talked about sex. At first, he scolded the current policies of the French government, then he scolded France for its colonial rule in North Africa, and then he talked about football.

Zhao Mian brought the topic to the group of people who marched and demonstrated for cultural relics, "I watched Sotheby's for a while, and that group of people is quite interesting. They have no effect on your taxis."

"What effect will that have? I'm used to it. There are 1000 or 800 demonstrations in Paris throughout the year. Our taxis also regularly go on strike and demonstrations every year. They are all organized by trade unions. The traffic police are dealing with our cars unfairly."

"I have been in Paris for more than 20 years, and I have participated in hundreds of strikes and demonstrations. I have concluded that as long as the government is required to do things, basically things can be done, and those capitalists can't be achieved. What did the students ask for this time? There is no way for the cultural relics to go home, their request is to cut off the money of those vampires, it is simply a fantasy..."

Zhao Mian, who was sitting in the back row, nodded in agreement.

After driving for more than an hour, the taxi followed a country road near a vineyard covering an area of ​​nearly a thousand acres.

Zhao Mian found the two small motorcycles on the side of the road, but saw no one.

Handing over two hundred euros to the talkative driver, Zhao Mian said, "Leave a call, you park the car here, I have to go back later, and I'll give you another five hundred euros on the way back, how about it?"

"make a deal!"

Zhao Mian got out of the car, took a few glances, and walked towards the fence of the manor along the traces of the fallen weeds on the side of the road.

The country road was tens of meters away from the fence of the manor, and there were many trees and weeds along the way. After walking a few steps, Zhao Mian saw the three bewildered young men.

Two of them were stacked on top of Luohan. The one above was holding up his mobile phone to take pictures of the manor, while the other was looking around. This was a sentinel.

The short-haired, brown-haired Caucasian youth heard someone approaching, and immediately warned the two companions of the Arhat.

The two came down immediately and hid the mobile phone in their arms.

Zhao Mianshi ran up to the three people who were uncomfortable, and asked in Mandarin with a smile, "Brothers, what are you doing?"

Hearing the familiar accent, Wu Qing, the leader, breathed a sigh of relief, "Dude, we are investigating the evidence of MP Company's fabrication of counterfeit cultural relics. Which school are you from? You have a very fresh face?"

"I, I am..."

Before Zhao Mian finished talking about Hu Bian's identity, he heard a few quick footsteps, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

Those were six burly men in black suits running towards here, the distance was only tens of meters.

Zhao Mian also saw no less than three cameras on the wall in that direction.

It turned out that the behavior of several people climbing the wall had been discovered long ago.

The three young men also saw those big men, and Wu Qing said decisively, "Run!"

After speaking, he ran to the country road first, and the other two followed immediately.

Zhao Mian shrugged and followed.

On the road, two cars had already parked there by the two small motorcycles, and four strong men in the same black suits were waiting there with arms folded.

Zhao Mian saw that the taxi that had been waiting had already gone somewhere, probably slipped away.

A few people tried to turn around again, but were surrounded by people behind in an arc.

Wu Qing, the leader, saw that he could not escape, so he took a step forward and protested loudly in French.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

The burly men in black suits all grinned when they heard this, and the 40-year-old guy who led them laughed even more.

He didn't answer the words, and his opponent nodded, and a few of the group of strong men came out immediately and started to fight.

"Wait! Wait! We don't want to cause trouble. Today's incident was a misunderstanding. We deleted the mobile phone video. You can call the police and let the police deal with this matter. Don't do anything, it's not good for anyone!"

Seeing a few strong men wanting to do something, Zhao Mian loudly told them the solution in English.

The group of strong men gave Zhao Mian a playful look, and saw that their boss continued to walk towards Zhao Mian and the others without saying a word, with a smirk on his face.

Dry!Being an old man is easy to bully!

Seeing that these guys ignored his proposal, Zhao Mian felt a sense of hostility in his heart. He originally wanted to come to the manor at night to check the situation, but now he had to be ruthless.

"You three don't fight back later, find a place to squat down, so as not to accidentally hurt yourself."

After whispering something to Wu Qing and the three beside him, Zhao Mian looked coldly at the strong men who came to him.

The guy in the black suit that Zhao Mian was facing was [-] tall, with big arms and a round waist. He muttered slang words and reached out to grab Zhao Mian's front.

Zhao Mian also stretched out his right hand to touch the guy in front of him at the same time, and grabbed the guy's paw.

As soon as he touched the guy in the black suit, he felt an unstoppable force coming from him, and the bones in his hands creaked.

With a cry of pain, he had no choice but to kneel down following Zhao Mian's strength, and the cold sweat on his face couldn't stop breaking out.

When the other guys in black suits saw that their companions had suffered a disadvantage, they all shouted loudly, and took out sticks, electric batons and the like to greet Zhao Mian and the others.

Zhao Mian raised his leg and kicked the big face of the kneeling man, kicking the [-] guy out.

The strong man slid several meters and hit a tree and passed out.

Zhao Mian swept down the two guys who were close to him with a single kick, grabbed two swing sticks with his hands, and then used his body to break into the big men in black suits.

Zhao Mian seemed like a tiger in a herd of sheep, he couldn't see the shadows clearly when he waved his hands, and hit the fragile joints of the big men in suits with his stick.

A few guys howled ghostly and howled in pain, and followed Zhao Mian's "baton" to pose in various painful poses.

The few guys who were far away were hit in the crotch by the stone kicked by Zhao Mian's feet, and they all bent down in pain.

The leader at the head was taken care of intensively. He was hit by two stones on his face and a stick thrown from Zhao Mian's left hand on his crotch. His face turned purple and his facial features were all crowded together.

The three of Wu Qing, who were ready to be beaten up, were stunned. They stood there in a daze and watched Zhao Mian show off his might.

"Fuck! Chinese Kung Fu!"

The boy Warren, whose face was flushed with excitement, exclaimed loudly.

Wilke on the side also shouted repeatedly: "Bruce Lee! Chinese people really know kung fu!"

Wu Qing was still dumbfounded.

After letting out a sigh, Zhao Mian felt that it was meaningless to bully these weak chickens, so he used acupuncture techniques to hit all the guys in front of him with a stick.

Those who were clutching their crotches saw that their companions suddenly became motionless, and they all felt great fear in their hearts, and moved their feet back one after another.

Zhao Mian couldn't let them go, he came in front of several people in a flash, shot with both hands at the same time, and immediately stopped several guys.

The guy in the black suit was the only guy left who was the leader. He witnessed something beyond his knowledge, and took a few steps back in a panic, clutching his crotch.

The guy opened the car door and took out a shotgun from inside and pointed it at Zhao Mian.

"Devil! Don't come here! Or I'll shoot you!"

The guy yelled in a fluent New York accent.

Zhao Mian stopped in his tracks, his expression was calm, and the killing intent surged in his heart.

He clasped a few steel nails in his right hand and stared coldly at the black suit. As long as the guy pulled the trigger with his finger, Zhao Mian would shoot the steel nails in his hand, targeting the guy's eyes and throat.

"Devil! Remove your magic and release my men!"

"This is acupuncture in Chinese Kung Fu, and none of your men died!"

shouted Warren, who had been squatting behind a tree for a long time.

"Wu Qing then shouted: I have already called the police, put down the gun quickly!"

Zhao Mian still stood there without moving, eight or nine meters away from the leader in black suit with gun.

The leader in the black suit was secretly relieved when he heard that he had called the police and that his subordinates were not in danger, but he still didn't put down his gun.

He feels very bad now, as if he has returned to the time when Baghdad was surrounded by several times local armed forces a few years ago.

At that time, only four of his mercenary squad were dead, and he planned to donate his white underwear and raise the flag to surrender.

surrender? !

The word flashed through his mind, and the leader in the black suit thought about it and his eyelids twitched a few times.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he quickly raised his arms with guns, "I surrender!"

Fuck!Are you so skilled?Zhao Mian couldn't help being stunned, and said in his heart that it really is a traditional art skill, so proficient.

Taking a step forward, he reached out and took down the shotgun and threw it on the ground. Zhao Mian did not embarrass the guy who was still holding his hands high in front of him.

After lighting a cigar, Zhao Mian asked, "It's a good thing you surrendered early, otherwise you would have died."

"Yes, yes, it's not worth it for that little salary. Sir, please restore the personal freedom of my men, they have no threat to you. Please also give me a cigar, you should treat the captives well."

The three of Wu Qing who came over looked at this strong man with a flattering smile, and it was difficult to reconcile him with the cold, arrogant and domineering look just now.

Zhao Mian threw him a cigar, and continued to ask: "Who owns this manor and has so many bodyguards?"

The leader in the black suit took the cigar and smelled it, his eyes lit up, and he took a puff, "The manor belongs to the chairman of MP. He lives here two or three days a week. As for the secrets in the manor, I don't know." .”

Zhao Mian heard that this guy wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't continue to ask.

Warren and Wilke came to Zhao Mian excitedly, and waved their mobile phones loudly saying their admiration and admiration for Zhao Mian.

"I recorded more than half of it. It's amazing. This is real Chinese Kung Fu. Sir, I want to worship you as my teacher!"

"Me too! Me too!"

Zhao Mian stopped the two from kneeling and kowtowing, and said to the three, "Do you have a lawyer? If you don't have one, contact them immediately, otherwise you will have trouble entering the police station."

"I'll call the school right away, and the school can take care of it."

"I contacted the embassy. These Frenchmen actually intended to rob and imprison me. I want to tell the embassy about my tragic experience."

Wu Qing also took out his mobile phone, "I contacted Paris TV, there is a friend there, I think he will be interested in today's matter."

The face of the strong man in the black suit turned dark, but he didn't dare to say anything when he saw Zhao Mian beside him.

Zhao Mian blew out a smoke ring and said, "I just came to Paris and I'm not familiar with the place, so please contact the embassy. We must let the embassy decide for us today."

The face of the burly man in the black suit turned even darker, and he thought that it seemed that his group were the victims of the beating.

Zhao Mian and the others were talking on the phone when they heard a roar of engines, followed by a dozen taxis.

These taxis came at full speed with their horns on their horns, and surrounded the two vehicles of the strong man in the black suit.

A group of drivers with iron rods, baseball bats and other weapons got out of the taxi, and the leader was the Algerian immigrant who pulled Zhao Mian over. His name seemed to be Leonardo or something.

Leonardo came to Zhao Mian, looked him up and down, saw that Zhao Mian was unharmed, and then said, "It's good that you're fine, I just called someone when I saw something was wrong, and there are brothers coming from behind."

Zhao Mian smiled and said, "You've got your heart, I'm fine." Didn't he think that Leonardo is still a fastidious guy.

Seeing the black suits posing motionless, the drivers became more curious and kicked and poked.

What's more, they rummaged through the pockets of the black suits and put all the wallets, rings, necklaces and so on into their own pockets.

Seeing that Zhao Mian pretended to stop them immediately, "Don't touch them, the police have been called just now, and the police are probably coming soon."

Upon hearing this, Leonardo also stopped the "earning extra money" brother.

"Sir, as long as you are fine, then we will withdraw first. Some of my brothers are illegal immigrants, so we can't see the light."

Leonardo greeted, and a dozen taxis all roared away again.

Before leaving, Zhao Mian gave Leonardo a stack of Euros with a face value of 1 to express his gratitude, and a stack of more than [-] Euros.

"Bruce, we're friends now. You can call me from your car in Paris and I'll be there on call."

Leonardo waved goodbye to Zhao Mian and his party, and then drove away.

"Your name is Bruce, too. It's the same name as Bruce Lee. No wonder you're so good at kung fu."

Warren, Wilke, and Wu Qing approached Zhao Mian again and wanted to learn from a teacher, but Zhao Mian ruthlessly refused.

More than 20 minutes later, sirens sounded from a distance, and the nearby police came. The efficiency was really low enough.

Zhao Mian snuffed out the cigar and turned around to relieve the acupuncture points of those posing in black suits.

Plop~plop, the black suits who had been dented for so long suddenly regained their freedom and sat down on the ground, looking at Zhao Mian with a faint smile in horror.

Zhao Mian and the others were brought into the Paris East City Police Station.

As soon as he entered the police station, the leader in the black suit regained his energy, yelling and declaring his presence, and looked back at Zhao Mian and the others from time to time, but he didn't dare to stay longer.

After staying in the police station for about two hours and drinking three cups of coffee, Zhao Mian and Wu Qing were kicked out by the people in the embassy.

Warren and Wilk stayed an extra hour before being kicked out by their school's deputy dean of the law department.

"Secretary Yang, thank you so much. If you hadn't come, we would have stayed in the police station for a long time."

Secretary Yang, in his thirties and wearing glasses, waved his hands and said, "Thank you very much. It's very good that you find the embassy when you encounter something."

After a pause, he said to Wu Qing: "The cultural relics homecoming demonstrations you organized are very famous in the world recently. There are several journalist friends from major domestic media who want to interview you. I wonder if you have time?"

Wu Qing said excitedly: "Great, if I have time, I can still contact a few leading companions to be interviewed together."

After leaving each other's phone calls, Wu Qing left in a hurry.

Secretary Yang shook his head with a smile and said, "It's good to be young, to be aggressive."

Zhao Mian also nodded, "Yes!"

"Zhao Mian, Sun Hao in Beijing has something to ask you, come with me in the car."

Zhao Mian froze for a moment, nodded and followed.

There was an encrypted phone in the extended car with a diplomatic license plate. Secretary Yang picked up the phone and handed it to Zhao Mian after saying a few words.

"I heard that you went to Paris, and you happen to have a job, so you can do it by the way."

Sun Hao's voice came from the receiver, and Zhao Mian was speechless for a while, "Boss, I'm still traveling, what kind of plane are you flying?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal. An international cultural relics dealer named Gu Yun happens to be in Paris right now. You can check it out by the way. If you're sure, you'll be arrested and sent to the Interpol headquarters. Then the embassy will come forward to get it." Come from the country."

Zhao Mian had a black line on his face, "Is it so complicated? I don't have time, and besides, it doesn't seem to be the responsibility of your department."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Zhao Mian agreed to come down, and Sun Hao on the phone urged Zhao Mian to return to the capital to join the job, as if he was following his brother for a living.

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Yang had already opened a lockbox and took out a folder and handed it to Zhao Mian.

"Gu Yun, formerly known as Qin Fei, was born in a rural area in northern SX province. He dug 18 ancient tombs during the Spring and Autumn, Warring States and Qin and Han dynasties in China more than ten years ago, and sold a large number of national treasures abroad. After he fled abroad, he exchanged countless With this identity, he recently came to Paris as a Fiji diplomat, and the cable reported that he would sell a batch of national treasures unearthed in China. We must not let him go this time!"

Seeing Secretary Yang's gritted teeth expression, Zhao Mian nodded and said: "Those small countries really have no morals, they can sell anything."

"The identity of the diplomat is likely to be fake, but Fiji said that it needs a real person to go to the embassy to confirm whether it is fake. This is fucking outrageous!"

Xiaoguo's unrestricted coquettish operations made the gentle Secretary Yang burst into obscenities.

"Don't worry, this guy can't escape, and those cultural relics will go back to the country, I said!"

As Zhao Mian opened the document, there was a half-length photo on the first page. He was a man in his 50s, wearing a white suit, with bushy and well-groomed hair. Hu looked very energetic.

Zhao Mian frowned, this man looked at Mian Shan, as if he had seen him somewhere before.