In the president's office on the top floor of Zhanfeng.

It's sunny in the morning. In the twinkling of an eye, it's cloudy. Under the low pressure of the dark curtain, it seems that it can squeeze out torrential rain.

"You mean all the goods received today are genuine?" Jiang Fengming heard her description, straightened his back and slightly locked his eyebrows.

"Yes, it's rare to see the genuine yuan glaze on the market now. The other party can take out so much at one time. I doubt the origin of Shangjia." She said cautiously, tightening her voice.

"You mean there's something wrong with the origin of the goods?"

Jiang Fengming's remark is not a question. He clearly knows that there are not so many genuine yuan glazes on the market now, so it is very likely that the current batch of goods are just "fished out" from the underground.

"Immediately send someone to check the owner and origin of the goods. I must make it clear that we can't accept the cultural relics without proof." His tone is very serious, which shows the importance of things.

"All right, I'll check it now!" Shen Qingqing immediately went back to her office seat, opened her notebook and began to look for the goods registration records.

However, she was surprised to find that the information on the registration form was only an antique transportation line, and there was no specific information about the seller.

She raised her head to Enron and asked, "Enron, who is the new batch of Yuan glazes collected from today's warehouse docking with you?"

Enron youyou glanced at her from the computer and said carelessly, "I'm not sure. I got it from my business."

"And the man? Shall I ask him? "

Perhaps Shen Qingqing's tone was hasty, which finally caused Enron's doubt, "what's the matter, what's wrong with that batch of goods?"

"I can't make it clear for a while. Tell me the name of the business first, and I'll find him." Shen Qingqing got up and said she was going to walk outside.

"He asked for marriage leave and went to MALDI for his honeymoon. I don't think he can get in touch now." Enron frowned.

Shen Qingqing sighs with chagrin. She looks into Jiang Fengming's office and sees him standing by the window. She goes back to the computer, opens the address and telephone number of the transportation company she just found out, and leaves the office quickly.

She would like to go to the transportation company in person to find out who sold the goods to Zhanfeng.

Shen Congzhi, Shen Qingqing's father, had received a batch of genuine antiques before Shen's antique shop became Zhanfeng company. However, Shen Congzhi didn't care and bought some of them.

Who knows, there is something wrong with the origin of those antiques. They are underground products. At that time, the police sealed up Zhanfeng company on the charge of illegal sale of cultural relics. Shen Congzhi could not stand the blow of bankruptcy and jumped from the window of the president's office

Shen Qingqing sadly closed her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, which was enough to prove her fear.

Those memories with a gray tone, when she saw those yuan glazed porcelain, constantly emerged in front of her eyes.

Six years ago, she was too young and weak to save Shen. But today, she must Save Zhanfeng, can't let that year's tragedy repeat!

She opened her eyes full of determination and courage.

That antique transportation company is in the neighboring city of s city. She bought a bus ticket to K city as soon as possible and got on the bus without hesitation.

After waiting for the vehicle to start, she sent a regular message to Jiang Fengming.

When Jiang Fengming received the message. She has already arrived in K city.

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