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Xue Ming walked around the hospital three times to confirm that the bicycle was lost. He almost laughed angrily. When he sent Shen Xiaoli to the hospital, he was too anxious and did not lock the bicycle and lost it.

"How dare you steal my bicycle? Don't they know that I am the son-in-law of the police chief? A birthday boy who eats arsenic thinks he will live longer?"

The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous I felt. When I returned to the surgery room, I found the old doctor suturing Shen Xiaoli's wound.

Xue Ming scratched his head and said to Cao Baoshan, "Uncle Baoshan, give me your car keys. I'll go to the Public Security Bureau."

"Why are you going to the Public Security Bureau?" Cao Baoshan said as he took out his bicycle key and handed it to him.

"My bicycle is lost, please Uncle Cao to stay and take care of Xiaoli." Xue Ming scratched his head in embarrassment. This matter was indeed a bit embarrassing.

"What the hell? Someone dares to steal your bicycle in the provincial capital?" Cao Baoshan also couldn't laugh or cry.

Xue Ming left the hospital on Cao Baoshan's bicycle and went all the way to the provincial capital public security bureau to find his father-in-law Zhao Qinghong and tell him exactly how the bicycle was lost.

After hearing this, Zhao Qinghong couldn't laugh or cry. She simply recorded a confession and sent her son-in-law away, "You go home first and wait for the news. I will set up a task force here to find a car for you."

Today's bicycles are roughly equivalent to the Mercedes-Benz and BMWs of the future. The public security organs will definitely open an investigation as a major case and will most likely solve the case.

After Xue Ming left, Zhao Qinghong immediately convened a meeting with capable officers and set up a task force to formulate strategies for solving the case.

A group of people went to the People's Hospital for an investigation, and a group of four people changed into plain clothes and went to the four major black markets for unannounced visits. There is a high probability that the stolen bicycles will be sold on the black markets.

Eight police three-wheeled motorcycles and two police jeeps drove out of the Public Security Bureau one after another. The police officers on board were all heavily armed.

People on the roadside stopped to watch. Judging from the momentum, it must be a major criminal case.

Xue Ming returned to the People's Hospital and found that Shen Xiaoli's wound had been stitched up and she was lying on the hospital bed with a tetanus injection. The wound looked like a centipede, which was a bit scary. The woolen glove on her left hand was still stained with blood.

"Doctor Qiao, will this child's face have scars in the future?" Xue Ming called Dr. Qiao outside the ward and asked in a low voice.

"I'll definitely keep it. I'll try my best to make the scar less obvious." Old Qiao shook his head gently. It's really pitiful for a girl to lose her appearance.

Xue Ming rode to the department store again and spent five yuan and three feet of cloth tickets to buy a red gauze scarf and a pair of red textile gloves. There was only so much he could do.

Returning to the hospital, he gave Shen Xiaoli the gloves and tied a red gauze scarf around her neck to block the wound. The gauze scarf seemed to be a special kind of fabric and was not thick.

Shen Xiaoli happily accepted the gift from her master. Xue Ming returned the car key to Cao Baoshan. "Uncle Cao, please continue to take care of Xiaoli. Zhao Xue and I will notify her parents."

"Ride my car back." Cao Baoshan escorted Xue Ming to the door of the hospital, took out ten yuan and handed it to Xue Ming, "This is the money to buy scarves and gloves."

"No need, she is my wife's student, and the well that hurt her was my invention, so I should buy things for her." Xue Ming refused to accept Cao Baoshan's money.

"She was injured by my well at my house. I must bear all the responsibilities, including medical expenses and living expenses." Cao Baoshan stuffed the money into Xue Ming's pocket.

There was no need to continue to be humble now. Xue Ming collected the money and rode back to Cao's house. It seemed that Cao Baoshan was also a good comrade, at least responsible.

The Cao family has returned to calm. The top leader Qin Ruhai took reporters to the guest house to rest. Dong Yanyan took the children back to school. Only Feng Juanjiao and Zhao Xue were left at home.

"Husband, Shen Xiaoli's injury is not serious, right?" Zhao Xue looked slightly anxious.

"It's not serious. Uncle Cao is accompanying her to the People's Hospital. We will notify the adults of the Shen family." Xue Ming said.

"Poor child!" Feng Juanjiao hurriedly went to the kitchen to make two bowls of egg soup, put them in lunch boxes and planned to visit her in the hospital.

Xue Ming took his wife to Shen's house by bike. Zhao Xue was unhappy along the way, "Husband, I feel so panicked. What was originally a good thing turned out to be like this?"

"It's normal to be sad when you are extremely happy. It's okay." Xue Ming didn't dare to tell his wife about the lost car, not because he was afraid of her complaining, but because he didn't want to cause her any more troubles.

The two came to Shen's house and found that there was no one in the Shen family. Neighbors said that Shen Xiaoli's mother worked in a textile factory, and Shen Xiaoli's father, Shen Hongbin, returned to Dandan Farm to take care of his sick father.

Xue Ming left a note and stuffed it under the door, went to the department store to buy two bottles of wine for his wife to carry, and rode to visit Mr. Jin Shi.

Mr. Jin is a collector. He attended the wedding of Xue Ming and Zhao Xue and is best at framing calligraphy and paintings.

Framing is to use paper or silk fabric as a foil to decorate books, calligraphy and paintings to make them beautiful and durable.

"Hey, why hasn't my granddaughter's belly moved yet? Comrade Zhao is going crazy thinking about his great-grandson, right?" Jin Shi teased Zhao Xue as soon as they met.

"Grandpa Jin is disrespectful." Zhao Xue blushed and ran to the main room to chat with the granddaughter of the Jin family.

Jin Shi stroked his white beard and laughed, then turned to joke with Xue Ming, "Xiao Xue, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."

This old guy needed a beating, so Xue Ming didn't bother to talk nonsense and just pulled him into the house, carefully taking out the calligraphy treasure from his bag.

"Xue Ming is a good comrade!" Jin Shi murmured to himself as he stared at the inscription, the expression on his face becoming more and more solemn.

What an honor this is. How can Comrade Xue Ming be so virtuous and capable? The old Xue family’s ancestral graves are filled with smoke?

Jin Shi took out the key, opened a cabinet, took out a rosewood box, opened the box and took out a calligraphy and painting.

This was also a piece of calligraphy. Xue Ming's eyes lit up. It turned out to be a piece of calligraphy written by Zhang Xu, a great calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty. This thing would be worth a fortune if it were authentic.

"It seems that the children know who Zhang Xu is. The two of us communicated. I exchanged the bellyache post for the teacher's inscription." Jin Shi's face flushed with excitement and his breathing became a little short.

"If you are still alive in fifteen years, I will exchange it with you. Now I ask the old man to help me frame the calligraphy." Xue Ming didn't even want to refuse.

Although the bellyache post was good, it had no political significance. He also expected Mo Bao to protect his wife and relatives in a few years, and he would wait until the 1970s before considering an exchange.

"Okay, I have to live for another fifteen years even if I grit my teeth." Jin Shi clenched his back molars and put away the abdominal pain sticker, and worked hard to frame Xue Ming's calligraphy treasure. Before mounting it, he actually bowed to the calligraphy treasure.

Xue Ming clasped his hands behind his back and admired the antique calligraphy and paintings in the house. In three years' time it will be 1966. When the time comes to destroy the four olds, will all the treasures in the house burp?

"Mr. Jin, I suggest you hide the treasure or find a buyer to sell it as soon as possible." Xue Ming said.

After receiving no response for more than ten seconds, Xue Ming turned around and saw Jin Shi solemnly mounting calligraphy.

Xue Ming suddenly had a good idea and considered whether to find an opportunity to steal this house of treasures and hide them in a space, euphemistically called protecting the safety of cultural relics.