Wang Tianliang is not a young playboy. His daily life is very regular. Since he handed over the power to his son Wang Jiwen, there have been very few social engagements. He usually goes to Liyuan to listen to operas, but he just plays golf and chats with his old friends.

Xiao Liu is Wang Tianliang's official driver. He knows the old man's daily routine a week in advance, and he is inseparable from him.

Wang Jiwen called Xiao Liu. He was a young man in his thirties. He was not tall, and had a suit and tidy dressing up his hair. He looked very clean.

Xiao Liu was running around with Wang Tianliang when he was in his twenties. The young man was down-to-earth and hardworking. The old man liked him very much and treated him very well. Since Wang Tianliang got sick, the young man has been depressed all day long and has lost weight.

When Xiao Liu learned that the master asked him to ask about Wang Tianliang, he was very active. He remembered very well and repeated the incident a year ago without missing a trace.

Although Wang Tianliang was a rough man, he became gentle and elegant after being influenced by the upper class, and liked to collect some literary, calligraphy and paintings.

As the saying goes, nine out of ten ancients are fakes, and nine out of ten ancient objects are fakes. Wang Tianliang has also paid a lot of tuition fees on it over the years.

The Wang family is well-off, so Mr. Wang’s expenses on this are nothing. Playing is one aspect. Wang Tianliang mainly wants to use this hobby to make friends in the business world.

This is true. Most of the people who like cultural relics are business elites. Through this hobby, they get to know each other and then cooperate in business, which has brought a lot of connections to the Wang family. The money spent on cultural relics is not worth mentioning compared to the benefits it brings.

Mr. Wang has been immersed in the cultural and entertainment industry for many years and his eyesight is getting stronger and stronger. Everyone in Donghai City knows that as long as someone gets a good thing, the first thing is to find Wang Tianliang. Some people want to take advantage of an antique object, but they also pass Wang Tianliang's hands first. He dares to sell it to others if he doesn't want it.

A year ago, Wang Tianliang and his old friend finished their afternoon tea and were about to go home to rest, when they suddenly received a call from moving bricks (similar to a broker who sells information to make a living, and the middle introduces the person), saying that someone came up with an ancient jade.

Wang Tianliang loved porcelain and didn't care about jade, but that day was fine. The brick-moving person was also an old relative, and it was not easy to dispel his face, so he asked Xiao Liu to drive there.

The meeting place was in an unofficial club. This was the best place for people in the upper class in Donghai City to drink tea, chat and talk about business. Xiao Liu came here dozens of times and was familiar with the road.

After sending Wang Tianliang in, Xiao Liu waited outside. It took Wang Tianliang half an hour to go in and out, and his face was not good after coming out. Xiao Liu and Wang Tianliang have been together for many years. After observing the words and expressions, they knew that the old man was in a bad mood. Without asking much, they drove home. Wang Tianliang was plagued by resentment at night.

Li Daoran touched his chubby double chin. The strange thing happened after touching the ancient jade. The next step was to find the brick-moving person.

Donghai City said it was not big or small, and wanted to find someone to find a needle in a haystack.

However, it is much easier to find someone in a certain field. The cultural and entertainment industry is just such a big circle. It is even more of a leader in being able to get in touch with a business tycoon like Wang Tianliang. Moreover, the person who moved bricks has a name and a surname.

The brick-moving man named He Yunchang, who is from Shaanxi, was a ancestral home. He once squatted in a bureau because of digging graves and digging graves. After coming out, he did not dare to do it. He relied on his previous connections to start a business of antique intermediaries and taking kickbacks.

However, He Yunchang's phone number could not be reached. He told someone he was familiar with that he disappeared half a year ago, as if he had messed with some big shots, and he hid in fear of being retaliated.

However, this is not a problem for Wang Jiwen. The Wang family has a wide connection and it is easy to find someone. Moreover, it is the information age, and there are cameras everywhere. If you want to hide, you will not evaporate in place.

An hour later, Wang Jiwen's mobile phone sent a message, He Yunchang's hiding place was found, and even the detailed records of what he had eaten recently showed how detailed the Wang family's intelligence network was.

The team set off, led by Li Daoran, followed by Wang Jiwen, Wang Yutong and Bai Fengjiu, and drove to where He Yunchang was hiding.

Tiezha Street is located in Baiyun District, Donghai City. The surrounding high-rise buildings and the shanty towns on Tiezha Street seem out of place.

This is a village in the city. Due to various disputes, there is no plan so far. Dirty and messy are synonymous with Iron Slag Street.

In the early morning, there was a layer of morning mist floating above the Tiedra Street. The rolling shutter door of the hair washing room opened. The fallen woman in exposed pajamas squatted on the street and brushed her teeth. The hot steam of fried dough sticks in the distance was steaming. The bare-butt child chased the wild dog and ran around. The taxi driver shook the lathe and whistled. The fallen woman pulled the hem of her nightgown and squirted toothpaste foam and cursed.

A Cadillacrede parked next to the fallen woman. Wang Jiwen, who was wearing a suit and tie, got off the car and looked up at the sign "Xiaoli shampooing hair" on the door sign.

"Brother, do you wash your hair?"

The fallen woman came forward and wiped the toothpaste foam from the corner of her mouth, revealing her own charming smile, but the loose skin and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes made this woman in her forties lose her capital to seduce.

Bai Fengjiu and others got off the car one after another, and the smiles on the fallen girl's face gradually disappeared. It seemed that these people were not here to have fun.

"I'll look for He Yun."

"I haven't heard of it, you've found the wrong place."

The fallen woman rolled her eyes, pulled the flip flops and turned into the house, and Wang Jiwen followed her.

"I said why are you like this? I said that if this person is not there, I will come in. Get out of here quickly! Otherwise, I will call you!"

The fallen woman pinched her waist and was about to curse her, but a hundred-dollar bill came over. The fallen woman's face suddenly turned gloomy.

The fallen woman reached out to get it, Li Daoran took back his hand, took out another 200 yuan, and said with a smile: "Information is equivalent to exchange, tell me where the person is, these are yours."

The fallen woman stepped forward and snatched the money, then turned around and shouted, "Old He, someone is looking for it."

After saying that, the fallen woman left with her loose breasts.

"Who is looking for me?"

A few seconds later, the door curtain was opened and a thin middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed cheek walked out.

This person is He Yunchang, whose pseudonym is He Yun. Although he is thinner than in the photo, he is not wrong.

Wang Jiwen straightened the point and asked directly what ancient jade he had seen for his old man and who was the one who wanted to sell the jade?

He Yunchang's eyes were dripping, and his mouth was full of yellow teeth.

"Mr. Wang, it's not that I don't want to say it. I really can't remember it. Let's leave a phone number and when will I remember it? I will reply to you."

Wang Jiwen narrowed his eyes. This cunning He Yunchang obviously wanted to quarrel with him.

"How much does it cost? Offer a price."

He Yunchang smiled and stretched out a finger.

"One million?" Wang Jiwen took out the check book from his arms without caring.

"It's one hundred million!" He Yunchang said loudly.
Chapter completed!