Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 968 Late Night

Qin Zhao clenched his fists: "Why do you want to forge? Why do you want to hurt so many people?" "Why?" "Ghost Hand" laughed, "Because of money! In this world, only money is the most real. Those so-called antiques are just a pile of broken copper and iron. As long as I want, I can create countless "national treasures"!" "You are wrong!" Qin Zhao said loudly, "Antiques carry history and culture, they are priceless treasures. You are destroying our civilization by doing this!" "Civilization?" "Ghost Hand" said disdainfully, "In my eyes, there is only profit. However, since you are Qin Yuanshan's son, I can give you a chance. Join us, I promise that you will enjoy endless wealth and glory in this life." "Do you know my father?" Qin Zhao's pupils shrank suddenly, "Did my father get killed by you?" "Harm him?" "Ghost Hand" sneered, "He is looking for death! Back then, he insisted on tracking down our counterfeiting den and wanted to call the police. How could we let him succeed?" Qin Zhao felt his eyes go black, and the anger in his heart was instantly ignited. He rushed forward and fought with "Ghost Hand". Although the "ghost hand" is extraordinary, Qin Zhao, with a heart full of hatred, fights more and more bravely. At this moment, the police arrived. It turned out that Lin Zhixia was worried about Qin Zhao's safety and called the police after he set off. Seeing that the situation was not good, the "ghost hand" wanted to escape, but was caught by Qin Zhao. In the end, the "ghost hand" was subdued by the police, and the counterfeiting gang was also wiped out. After the case was over, Qin Zhao found the ancient book of his father in the office of the "ghost hand". Opening the ancient book, in addition to the knowledge of treasure appraisal, there is also a diary left by his father. It turned out that his father was indeed tracking down the counterfeiting group of the "ghost hand" that year, but unfortunately he was discovered. In order to protect Qin Zhao, he chose to leave alone. Looking at his father's diary, Qin Zhao burst into tears. He finally learned the truth about his father's disappearance and fulfilled his father's last wish. Accompanied by Lin Zhixia, Qin Zhao gradually walked out of the shadow of losing his father. Together, they run the Lin family antique shop, dedicated to promoting antique culture, identifying and protecting real cultural relics. Qin Zhao has also become the youngest appraisal master in the antique world. His name is well-known in the antique circle. However, Qin Zhao knows that the road to treasure appraisal will never end. Lin Zhixia looked at his firm eyes and felt something in her heart: "Then I will accompany you. My grandfather is a leader in the antique world. Maybe he can help us." With the help of Lin Zhixia's grandfather, they gradually got the clues of the counterfeiting gang. It turned out that the leader of the gang was a mysterious man named "Ghost Hand". He was proficient in antique counterfeiting technology and colluded with foreign cultural relics smuggling groups. After some twists and turns, Qin Zhao finally found the lair of "Ghost Hand". It was an abandoned factory hidden in the mountains, filled with various counterfeiting tools and semi-finished products. The moment he pushed open the door, he saw "Ghost Hand" holding a bronze ware and looking at it carefully. "You are finally here." "Ghost Hand" turned around, wearing a mask on his face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Qin Zhao, you are very smart, but your cleverness backfired. Do you think you can expose me?" Night Shanghai Dream In 1935, the water vapor of the Huangpu River wrapped in the halo of neon lights in Shanghai, immersing this "Oriental Paris" in a hazy and luxurious way. Sixteen-year-old Shen Mansheng clutched the silver bracelet her mother had stuffed into her before her death, standing in front of the gilded revolving door of the "Paramount" ballroom, looking at the glittering crystal chandeliers and the elegantly dressed people inside the door, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to another world. "Hey, where did you come from, little girl?" The heavily made-up foreman Wang Ma looked her up and down, her eyes lingering on her patched cheongsam for a moment, "This is not a place to beg for food." Shen Mansheng straightened her back and handed over the silver bracelet: "I want to be a dancer, this bracelet is worth half a month's meal money." Her voice still carried the immaturity of a girl, but revealed an unquestionable firmness. After her mother passed away from a serious illness, her younger brothers and sisters were still waiting for her to support them, so she had no choice. Aunt Wang weighed the bracelet, a trace of greed flashed in her eyes: "Okay, let's try it out tonight. If no one chooses you, you'll pack up and leave." That night, Shen Mansheng changed into the purple sequined cheongsam uniform in the dance hall and stood backstage shivering. On the dance floor, the phonograph played "Night Jasmine", and men and women spun to the music. The sound of champagne glasses clinking and teasing mixed together, making people dizzy. "Next, Mansheng!" Following the host's voice, Shen Mansheng walked onto the dance floor with her head held high. She had watched others dance in the alley since she was a child and secretly learned some basic skills, but at this moment she was so nervous that her steps were stiff. "Little girl, don't be afraid." A warm male voice sounded in her ears. Shen Mansheng looked up and bumped into a pair of deep eyes. The man in front of her was wearing a neat suit and a gentle smile on his lips. It was Gu Mingyuan who had just walked into the dance hall. He gently put his arm around Shen Mansheng's waist and spun her slowly. Under Gu Mingyuan's guidance, Shen Mansheng gradually relaxed. She found that this man's dance steps were elegant and powerful, and his every move revealed a different temperament from the people around him. At the end of the song, Gu Mingyuan stuffed a banknote into her hand: "You dance well, I'll come again tomorrow." In this way, Shen Mansheng stayed in the Paramount. She practiced her dance steps every day, observed the makeup and demeanor of other dancers, and soon became the "new favorite" of the dance hall. However, what she didn't know was that behind this decadence, there were countless undercurrents. Late one night, Shen Mansheng finished work and was about to return to the dormitory, but she ran into a thrilling scene in the alley. The owner of the dance hall, Mr. Chen Sanye, was having a secret conversation with several men in black. She hid in the dark and vaguely heard words such as "arms" and "Japanese". Before she could react, a big hand suddenly covered her mouth. "Don't make a sound." It was Gu Mingyuan's voice. He pulled Shen Mansheng to a corner and whispered, "Did you hear everything?" Shen Mansheng nodded, her heart beating wildly. Gu Mingyuan's eyes were serious: "Mr. Chen San colluded with the Japanese to smuggle arms, and I am collecting evidence. You must be careful not to let them find out that you know about this." Since then, Shen Mansheng and Gu Mingyuan have had a deeper intersection. She used her identity as a dancer to help Gu Mingyuan get information. As they got along, she was gradually moved by Gu Mingyuan's patriotism, and Gu Mingyuan was also attracted by her tenacity and kindness. However, their actions soon aroused the suspicion of Mr. Chen San. One day, Shen Mansheng found that her locker in the locker room had been pried open, and the note Gu Mingyuan gave her was missing.