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As the police announced the progress of the investigation, allowing the public to see the actions of the two staff members in the surveillance, the suspicion of fraud in Huaixinlou was finally cleared, and Huang Xingyun also jumped out at the right time, wantonly sensationalized, and cleared Song Wenyuan's grievances , while trying his best to establish a tall image of a counterfeit fighter for himself, he can't wait to call himself Fang Zhouzi 2.0.

Even in winter, the Antique Street was overcrowded from early in the morning on Sundays. Song Wenyuan walked slowly from the street with his hands in his windbreaker, casually looking at the things displayed on the stalls on both sides.

"Hi, Xiao Song!" A familiar stall owner waved to himself with a cigarette in his mouth.

Song Wenyuan walked over, glanced at the stall, and laughed all over, "I said, brother, you are still so dishonest today."

The stall owner deliberately put on a smirk, "What nonsense are you talking about? Take a look, "Snow River Map", "Orchid Pavilion Preface", "Spring and Autumn Notes"...all of them are priceless national treasures."

"Yes, yes, you are awesome," Song Wenyuan pointed at him through the air, and squatted by the stall with a smile, "I have never seen you do business like this, and I am going to run into a dead mouse. How can there be such a thing in the world?" How many sticks are waiting to deceive you?"

"You are the only one who knows how to do business," the stall owner stopped him angrily, and approached him with a mysterious face, "Hey, tell me, which song is Huang Xingyun singing?"

Song Wenyuan felt like coughing due to the smell of smoke in his mouth. He turned his head and smiled, "Then who knows."

"It's not kind! The scene of you two master and apprentice turning against each other made me look stupid." The stall owner pressed the butt of his cigarette on the sole of his shoe and said seriously, "Let me see, you master and apprentice, I still compare you." Believe you, I have been on this street for so many years, my brother also watched you grow up, that old man Huang Xingyun... His character is hard to say, since the death of his son, his mind has become more and more abnormal, you still have to Be careful."

Song Wenyuan paused, thinking of Hong Yang's crime evidence that Huang Xingyun had promised to hand over to him last time, but until now there was no more information, so he had to start wondering if this old guy was going to do something wrong again.

He took out a pack of Soft China and handed one to the stall owner, "Thank you for reminding me, brother, I know it well."

"Hey," the stall owner put the cigarette under his nose and sniffed it, squinting his eyes happily, "But Xiao Song, you have a good heart, so I'm going to waste it."

Song Wenyuan smiled and said, "Where is it, if you don't remind me, I really didn't think much about it. Teacher, he has been nice to me recently, and he promised to help me recover "Valley of Splendid Ten Thousand Flowers"."

"Does he know who has the book?"

Song Wenyuan said, "We all know that person, the old British Sir, Kembard."

"Didn't this old foreign devil abscond? Why did he show up again?"

Song Wenyuan smiled wryly, "Then I don't know."

"It must have something to do with Huang Xingyun, I knew this old man was not clean," the stall owner said decisively, "He used to wear a pair of pants with Kembard back then, but now no one knows where the books are, only he knows. Even if he is not the mastermind, he must be one of the masterminds."

Song Wenyuan's eyes drooped, revealing a bitter smile, and said in a painful voice, "I didn't tell anyone about this, because the truth is too cruel, and the teacher I admire from the bottom of my heart... actually did such a thing. The matter... when I knew the truth, it was simply... worse than cutting me with a knife..."

The stall owner patted him on the shoulder, "We all believe in you. There is no impenetrable wall in the world. If Huang Xingyun dares to frame you, he will definitely be punished."

"Alas..." Song Wenyuan sighed for a long time, until someone came to buy something at the stall, then got up and left with a sigh.

When he walked in front of the Huaixinlou shop, the haze on his face had all dissipated. His goal had been achieved. There was never a word of secrecy in the mouths of these hawkers who set up stalls everywhere. As long as one person knows, it doesn't take three days , I am afraid that the whole Nanjing antique shop will know the good deeds Huang Xingyun has done.

Hong Yang was on the phone, saw him coming in, said something in a low voice, quickly hung up the phone, greeted him with a smile, and said with an obscene smile, "It's so late today, is it too late to get out of bed? "

"Nonsense," Song Wenyuan laughed, "Tianzhen got up earlier than me. I didn't know where to play early in the morning. I went to the Public Security Bureau to confirm the progress of the investigation, so I came a little late."

Hong Yang was taken aback, "Then...how is the investigation going?"

"It's okay." Song Wenyuan walked forward slowly, stood face to face with him, looked at the man in front of him at the same level, "I'm sure the previous surveillance video was synthesized by computer."

A trace of obvious shock flashed across Hong Yang's eyes, "What?"

"We are all familiar with counterfeiting," Song Wenyuan said indifferently, "how could we not know that there is no such thing as a fake in the world, and a fake is a fake, and it can't be real."

Hong Yang looked at him in bewilderment, and smiled dryly, "That's for sure."

"Then why do you still commit the crime knowingly?" Song Wenyuan stared into his eyes, his voice was steady, but he couldn't hide the pain, he asked, "You know how rare this book is, why did you sell it to Kemba?" Where is De?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hong Yang yelled angrily, looked at him in shock, trembling, "Wen Yuan, are you doubting me?"

Looking at his flawless disguise, Song Wenyuan's heart ached like a knife. Except for Kang Tianzhen, the only person in this world who could be trusted by him was this person in front of him. They grew up together, knew their roots, grew up hand in hand, and understood each other's heart They also witnessed the embarrassment of each other's youth and ignorance.

They are confidantes who can deliver their backs to each other, but it was this confidant who stabbed him severely in the back.

Now, how dare you doubt him if you can still pretend to be so hypocritical and question yourself with a hurt face!

Song Wenyuan said coldly, "Why don't I doubt you? How do you explain the extra 8000 million in your account? The source of the funds is Kenbad. Besides the transaction, why did Kenbad give you 8000 million?"

Hong Yang paused, and immediately asserted, "It's a frame-up! Kembard framed me! Wen Yuan, why are you so confused, you can believe his so obvious sowing discord?"

"You know what the truth is." Song Wenyuan's eyes were full of pain. He stared into his eyes, approaching them step by step, and said in a low voice, "I only ask you, how dare you commit such a case? Have you ever thought about what to do with Bi Ying? Have you ever thought about what to do with grandma? You are unfilial, unfaithful, and unrighteous, so ask yourself if you are still a man!"

With his pressing step by step, Hong Yang retreated step by step, his back leaned against the counter, there was no way to retreat, he raised his eyes and met Song Wenyuan's eyes, the panic in his eyes faded away, bursting out with astonishing jealousy, Slowly sneered twice, "Stop talking nonsense, buddy, just because the 8000 million is not convincing, and it can't even be directly used as evidence, I can kill you for framing, and I can even sue you for defamation."

Seeing the blatant hostility in his eyes, Song Wenyuan was heartbroken and said sadly, "Are you admitting it?"

Hong Yang was startled, and looked into his pocket vigilantly, "Are you recording?"

Song Wenyuan was noncommittal.

"No, no," Hong Yang shook his head self-consciously, "You are not such a person."

"You know me very well," Song Wenyuan said in a low voice, "but I don't know you at all. What are you trying to do? We are no longer the lonely teenagers we used to be. You have a career, you have Biying, why do you still make such a move?" This kind of thing? I can't figure it out..."

Hong Yang didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on him, his teeth were clenched too tightly, and he unconsciously made a rattling sound.

The two confronted each other for a while, and Hong Yang suddenly laughed sinisterly, "Will you report me? Are you going to hand me over to the police? Song Wenyuan, you can't be so cruel, I'm your most trusted friend."

"You go and surrender yourself," Song Wenyuan said indifferently, "If you do such a thing, you will definitely leave clues, and the sky net will not leak. It is better to surrender than to be caught by the police, and you can reduce the punishment."

"Are you joking?" Hong Yang looked at him in disbelief, mocking, "I've been with Kang Tianzhen for a long time, and your brain is broken? There is no direct evidence, and I'm not even a criminal suspect. You want me to Surrender yourself? Let your mother shit!"

Song Wenyuan looked at him coldly, "Don't treat others as fools, do you really think there is no evidence? You dare to seek skin from a tiger, why don't you know that tigers can bite people?"

Hong Yang's complexion changed drastically, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Ken Bud? No, no, he is in danger and never wants to get involved with the police...is it Huang Xingyun?"

Song Wenyuan didn't deny it, and said calmly, "You turn yourself in, and help the police recover "Valley of Splendid Ten Thousand Flowers". I can help you manage and strive for a reduced sentence."

Hong Yang was silent for a long time, then stared into his eyes suddenly, and said with hatred, "You know, Song Wenyuan, what I hate the most is your superior and calm demeanor."

"What?" Song Wenyuan was taken aback.

Hong Yang retreated to the door, gritted his teeth and said, "I will save myself, I don't need your charity." After finishing speaking, he turned around abruptly and walked into the bustling crowd in Antique Street without looking back.

Song Wenyuan paused for a moment, and quickly chased out the door, only to see a crowd of people outside the door, but he couldn't see the figure of that person leaving.There was no expression on his face, but his fists were clenched fiercely.

Standing at the door and thinking for a moment, as if he suddenly thought of something, he took out his mobile phone to call Kang Tianzhen, only to hear the ringtone from outside the door, turned around suspiciously, just in time to see Kang Tianzhen taking out his mobile phone as he walked into the store.

Then he raised his head in a daze, and the two of them were holding their mobile phones, staring at each other. Kang Tianzhen burst out laughing, "What a coincidence, I was still wondering who called me."

He was wearing a dark blue woolen hat, and his forehead hair was messily protruding from under the brim, which made his smile look extra warm. Song Wenyuan seemed to have a warm current in his heart, and couldn't help laughing, "I was just about to call you, You come in."

Kang Tianzhen rushed over, hugged his waist, and kissed him sweetly, "Did you miss me?"

"Yes," Song Wenyuan smiled and hugged him tightly, as if holding the only treasure in this life, and couldn't help sniffing and kissing him deeply on his neck.

Kang Tianzhen noticed the problem sensitively, his smile gradually faded, and he said in a muffled voice, "Song Wenyuan, are you in a bad mood?"

"Well," Song Wenyuan responded in a low voice, "I have a showdown with Hong Yang, he..."

"Did he hit you?" Kang Tianzhen pulled him up and looked him up and down, "You didn't fight, did you? Would he abscond? Oh, why are you so impatient? What if he runs away? "

"It doesn't matter," Song Wenyuan said, "The book is in Kembard's hands."

Kang Tianzhen said urgently, "But if he absconds, he will escape legal punishment."

"It does not matter."

"How could it be indifferent?" Kang Tianzhen raised his head to look into his eyes, his voice stopped abruptly, only to see that Song Wenyuan's eyes were full of indelible sadness.

He suddenly understood why Song Wenyuan didn't care, because their friendship for more than ten years had been wiped out under the sanction of money. From then on, no matter how fair the sanction was, it would not be able to replace his lost feelings.