Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Facing Hu Yanni's expectant expression, Ye Chuan smiled, but he was deeply moved. "It may be difficult for the inland to open up in the short term, but there will be a day when you come to me and I will take you to taste every snack in Beijing."

"Well, you must not break your promise then!" Jenny said with a playful smile, but tears already flashed in her eyes.

After the banquet, both the host and the guests were still reluctant to leave.

This dinner broadened their horizons and made them feel as if they had seen another world. This experience could become a topic of conversation for many years to come.

When they were about to leave after their meal, they were both a little reluctant to leave, wondering when they could taste such delicious food and enjoy such thoughtful service again.

Lei Luo patted their shoulders and said with a smile: "Tomorrow we will go to the same place again. Please let you taste enough! Let's talk again!"

Wei Dong thought he was just being polite and gave up, so he quickly responded, "Inspector, you are so kind. We are busy with official duties and we don't want to bother you too much."

However, Lei Luo waved his hand and confirmed his words: "It's settled now. Bring Brother Ye with you tomorrow. This will be considered as a farewell party for you in advance."

At this point, the two men realized that Lei Luo was not being polite, so they said humbly, "Then I'll trouble you, Inspector."

There has been no progress in the Tsim Sha Tsui gold disappearance case since the beginning. The United States headquarters was furious and directly sent key officials to fly to the United States.

The police station conducted a carpet search of almost all hotels, big and small, on Hong Kong Island, but the gold worth 300 kilograms disappeared without a trace, not even a trace could be found.

Airports and train stations have also increased security checks, but there is still no sign of gold.

From the police's perspective, Smith was a heavy suspect, but no clues related to gold were found in his home or office.

David Tom, a senior official representing the U.S. central bank, visited the police station early in the morning for two consecutive days, and his conversation with Detective Edward lasted until late at night. Because he had evidence of U.S. agents in his hands, he remained calm and friendly in his interactions with the local police station.

In desperation, Edward had to once again strengthen security, questioning and intimidating people with criminal records one by one, and strengthening strict inspections at airports and train stations. "Mr. David, I really can't do anything about this, I can only express my deepest apologies.

Such frequent security checks will make citizens feel panic and continuous.”

David understood that this case posed a serious challenge to the police department.

The United States sent him to , with the original intention of pushing the police to investigate the case.

However, after exhaustively discussing the details of the case and meeting with security personnel, he knew that solving the mystery would be almost impossible.

Ever since the bus loaded with gold left the bank, dozens of sharp eyes on the bus have never left the door.

During the entire delivery process, they kept a close eye on Smith as he put the gold bars in, and each package was carefully inspected one by one.

Despite such strict monitoring, something unexpected happened in the end, and even the outline of the body could not be clearly outlined.

The vehicle's door locks suddenly disappeared, leaving only an empty shell of the twenty-four gold boxes.

After careful consideration, David realized that unless a perfect trap was set from the beginning, it would be a fantasy and almost impossible to steal such a huge amount of data in full view of the public.

In other words, at least dozens of senior executives and security personnel may have worked together to participate in an elaborate scam.

But David was unwilling to conclude that no matter how powerful he was, he could not convince so many people to participate.

The stricter the confidentiality, the lower the risk.

He firmly believed that the fewer people knew about this, the better.

In addition to economics, David also majored in psychology during college.

If he doesn't become a bank clerk in the future, he might choose to become a psychotherapist.

As he spoke to Smith, the top brass, and others separately, his knowledge of psychology told him that their testimonies were true by picking up subtle facial expressions.

David thought about it again and again but couldn't figure it out.

Even the most perfect crime has its flaws.

However, many days had passed since the case was filed, and neither he nor the police department had any clues on how to solve the case. "Inspector Edward, what should we do now?"

Edward spread his hands and responded: “Mr. David, we have tried all possible methods and asked every relevant person more than once.

We are now re-checking the residences and offices of senior bank branch executives, and also tracking down their connections in Hong Kong!"

David nodded and agreed to this move. If nothing was achieved this time, he would have to report the progress to the board of directors.

Another day passed, and the police department officially entered the search phase after once again comprehensively reviewing the interpersonal connections of all senior executives and their security members.

Almost all Harbor Police forces joined the operation, going deep into the homes and offices of the people involved one by one.

Everyone cooperated very well with the police search. They took the initiative to show their home and office safes and open any locked drawers.

Unfortunately, the results of the search were the same as the first time. There was no progress in the case. Not only the missing gold, but not even a single fragment was found.

At this moment, David sat in Edward's office in frustration, covering his face. "Mr. David, you can also see the results of our search.

We police officers are really powerless.”

With a tired look in his eyes, he said: "What key has been missed? I haven't slept well for several nights in this case. As soon as I close my eyes, all I can think about is this - and the missing 300 kilograms of gold."

"Oh, and the vehicles of those staff members were not inspected. But do you really think they would be stupid enough to put so much gold directly in the car? That's six tons of gold."

David stood up and said, “Even if there is a tiny possibility, we have to search it.

I returned to the headquarters in the United States to give an explanation to the shareholders. "

"That's settled! Let's start now!" Edward stood up and shook his shoulders with relief.

He then called Roaroe and another captain, and led more than a dozen police officers into the parking lot of Bank of America, where all the executives' luxury cars were parked.

David called out all the occupants of the vehicle one by one and conducted a thorough search in public, even under the seats and any other place where items could be hidden.

While checking the trunk of Mr. Smith's car, there was a sudden excited shout:

“Found a lock!”

Everyone was immediately excited and rushed forward.

A policeman holding a brand new bronze lock stood out.

Smith's eyes widened in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

Captain Edward opened the briefcase and took out a sealed plastic bag, which contained the key item - the key to the evidence.

He glanced at Smith, then inserted the key into the door and turned it gently. With a click, the lock opened. "What, what's going on? How could this happen?" Smith said in a lost voice, as if he had seen something incredible.

Although the theft case in Tsim Sha Tsui has made significant progress, Ye Chuan has no time to care about it.

At this moment, he and Hu Yanni were strolling on the famous Hollych Road, the most famous antique street on Hong Kong Island.

Ye Chuan originally thought that the situation in Hong Kong Island was the same as in the mainland, and did not take this industry very seriously.

After all, it had been less than twenty years since the war, and the flourishing period of art had not yet begun.

However, when he heard Hu Yanni mention that there were hundreds of antique shops here, his joy was beyond words.

As the first road opened after the port was opened, Hollyge Road retains many quaint buildings. There are rows of antique shops on both sides of the street, and some roadside vendors display antiques on plastic stalls.

Ye Chuan did not rush into the store. He and Hu Yanni strolled around and admired the antiques displayed by street vendors.

What surprised him was that most of the antiques on the stalls were genuine, but they were relatively new and far less valuable than they would be in the future.

When passing by a stall, Ye Chuan slowed down and squatted down slowly.

The stall was filled with all kinds of binoculars, probably about twenty of them, and each one looked old.

The stall owner was a good salesman. When he saw the customer, he raised his lips slyly and immediately recommended enthusiastically: "Sir, these are good items from Britain. Each one has a history of more than a hundred years."

Without answering, Ye Chuan smiled slightly.

There are nine telescopes in total, almost all of which are from the last few decades.

One of them caught his special curiosity—it was a retractable design similar to the others, but clearly much older.

The old traces are purely the result of years of accumulation, with no deliberate imitation of antiques. This era has not yet reached the point where fake second-hand goods confuse people.

Ye Chuan stared at the telescope for a long time. Suddenly, a light flashed and disappeared in an instant. Only he noticed it.

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he quickly checked the system information, and found that his energy points had unexpectedly increased by 70 points.

In Ye Chuan's mind, an idea suddenly emerged: Since there are so many antiques here, why not extract some energy points? Finding an antique street of the same scale in inland China is almost like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After making up his mind, he focused on the telescope in front of him and looked at it carefully.

Unscrewing the monocular, what comes into view is the nameplate. After the passage of time, the writing has become blurred and only the number "18" can be barely made out.

This number just verified his guess. This is an old telescope made in the 19s and has a history of more than 40 years.

However, as a simple telescope, it can only provide 70 energy points.

So he asked, "Boss, how much is this telescope?"

The boss responded with a polite smile - but it was a bit forced, "Sir, are you only interested in this one?" Ye Chuan replied with a half-smile and half-sarcasm tone: "Hey, boss, this is the only one I'm interested in among these nine!"

The vendor showed a helpless expression and said admiringly: "Oh, you have a sharp eye! You can spot my best goods at a glance!"