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"Get—Master of Forgery of Cultural Relics."

"ah?"

"What is this?"

Lin Hongfei showed a surprised expression, and with the influx of countless knowledge, he finally understood what this was.

A master of forgery of cultural relics, to put it crudely, is someone who is good at forging cultural relics.

After acquiring this ability, Lin Hongfei can easily imitate some cultural relics, and even a master identification expert in the antique shop will find it difficult to discover the clues.

"I can't afford to engage in counterfeiting of cultural relics these days."

"However, with this ability, I can easily identify the authenticity of cultural relics."

"People who are good at making fakes can naturally identify the loopholes in fakes."

"When you have nothing to do, you can go to Panjiayuan and Liulichang to pick up some antiques."

Lin Hongfei was quite satisfied, with a smile on his face.

After arriving at the police station's office, I made a cup of hot tea, picked up a copy of today's new "Beijing News" and started reading it, and also lit a cigarette.

"A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, and a newspaper to read for a day."

"This life is quite comfortable!" Lin Hongfei said with great satisfaction.

But before he could finish reading the front of the newspaper, a police officer said carefully outside the door: "Director Lin, there is someone outside asking to see you!"

"Who is it?" Lin Hongfei asked.

"The shopkeeper of Dongfuxing, Jiang Maowen!"

Lin Hongfei frowned slightly, thinking that he asked Jiang Maowen to come yesterday, why did he come to see him today.

What does this kid want to do?

Are you looking down on yourself, deliberately coming a day late, and neglecting me?

"Tell him, he's not free!"

Lin Hongfei was too lazy to pay attention to Jiang Maowen anymore. If he had time, why not take a comfortable rest? He had been very busy these days.

"Yes, Director!"

The police officer immediately went out, and the humble attitude he had just faced Lin Hongfei immediately disappeared, replaced by a bit of arrogance.

"Police officer, Director Lin..."

Jiang Maowen hurried forward to greet him. Before he could finish speaking, the police officer interrupted:

"Director Lin is busy with official duties today and has no time to meet with outsiders!"

"Ah, this..."

Jiang Maowen was stunned, and then quickly asked: "When will Director Lin be free?"

"Then how would I know? I'm just a gatekeeper, so I can inquire about the director's affairs?" The police officer was not polite and said straightforwardly.

Seeing that Jiang Maowen wanted to say something else, the police officer interrupted directly: "Okay, come back tomorrow!"

After saying that, ignoring Jiang Maowen, the police officer went straight back to the concierge to keep watch.

Jiang Maowen's face suddenly turned pale. It seemed that Director Lin was angry with him because he had offended others.

"No, I have to find a way to ease the relationship, otherwise I will never want to do business in Beicheng District in the future."

"I have to find a middleman to help me negotiate peace, but who can I find..." Jiang Maowen had a sad look on his face, thinking as he walked.

Today was a rare leisure time. Lin Hongfei spent the whole morning hiding in his office drinking tea, smoking, reading newspapers, and laying down on his back.

In the meantime, Zhang Jincai came in once and said that he would be invited to Dongxing Tower for a drink in the evening.

Lin Hongfei chuckled and agreed immediately. He had already forgotten about giving up drinking in the morning.

At noon, Lin Hongfei, who had been lying flat all morning, took a rare exercise and called a foreign car to go to the famous Mujia restaurant in the capital to eat a bowl of fried dumplings.

After eating and drinking, Lin Hongfei was bored and let the driver take him to the overpass for a walk.

Although it was already lunch time, the performers had not stopped yet. They were still performing hard for the small audience around them, trying to make as much money as possible.

For people who perform on the ground like them, the wind will be reduced by half and the rain will not rain at all, so they have to take advantage of the sunny weather and work harder.

Lin Hongfei held a handful of oceans in his hand and walked along the overpass. He passed by a ditty singer and saw a short, fat man with a shaved head singing with a smile:

"In the fourth watch, when Zhang Xiucai took off his pants, Yingying said, Xiaonu's daughter is the chaste daughter..."

"Alas!"

"What a vulgar ditty!"

Lin Hongfei looked disgusted and threw two pieces of ocean to the ditty.

Naturally, the ditty singer had no time to thank him, but the young apprentice carrying the gong walked over quickly, bowed deeply to Lin Hongfei, and said:

"Thank you for your two dollars!"

"Master, what do you want to hear? My master will sing it to you later!"

For a moment, Lin Hongfei felt that he was not visiting the overpass, but watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

"Well, don't sing such vulgar things, it's too inelegant."

"Just give me a touch!" Lin Hongfei said.

The little apprentice almost burst into laughter, this man is really interesting, he said something elegant, and then asked him to sing the next sentence.

When the master who sang the ditty knew it, he just opened his mouth and started singing. He knew a lot of these three vulgar ditty.

It’s not that he likes to sing this stuff, it’s mainly because young and old people who go to the overpass like it. Whatever the guests like, naturally he will know what he can do.

Of course, don't say that the old and young men walking on the overpass are vulgar and vulgar, and lower-class people cannot be put on the stage.

Those upper-class people will naturally not listen to these three vulgar music, they just come to the real thing.

After singing all the songs, Lin Hongfei still shook his head in disgust: "It's so vulgar, it's really against morals."

Then, he threw another three ocean dollars over!

After Lin Hongfei walked around, when he was approaching the end of the overpass, he found a martial arts stall.

There were only seven or eight people around this stall, and all of them were just watching the stall owner wielding knives and practicing martial arts, with no intention of paying.

Lin Hongfei had no intention of staying. After all, the performers on the overpass were famous for being showy, and they were useless.

However, after Lin Hongfei took a few more glances, he stopped and stopped to watch.

A few seconds later, Lin Hongfei said to himself: "He has real skills and is a very good swordsman!"

In the open space in front of me, I saw a strong young man in his early twenties dancing with a five-foot sword. He danced like a tiger, and he didn't look like a showman at first glance.

After the young man finished performing his sword skills, he bowed to the onlookers with his hands raised, then picked up a gong and said respectfully: "Everyone, if you feel that this young man used the sword very hard, please support him."

Although the words were polite, no one made any move to pay for it, which was obviously because they wanted to have sex for free.

A look of disappointment quickly flashed in the young man's eyes. He had real skills, but he couldn't get any money.

If I don't make any more money today, I'm afraid that I and my companions will go hungry.

"clang!"

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from the gong. The young man lowered his head and saw a piece of silver falling on the gong.

In an instant, the young man raised his head suddenly, his eyes quickly fell on Lin Hongfei, and Lin Hongfei said with a smile:

"You are talented!"

"but··"

Lin Hongfei pointed to the young men and women behind him:

"Do they have any skills?"

The young man was very smart and immediately understood what Lin Hongfei meant. He immediately called to his companions behind him:
Chapter completed!