Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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When Yang Zimei turned into the shop, he met Lin Qingmei with an anxious face and hurriedly asked, "Sister Qingmei, what happened?"

When Lin Qingmei saw her, it was like a drowning man caught a life-saving straw. He grabbed Yang Zimei's arm and said quickly: "Little eyebrow, help us find a way. Yesterday, someone came to the store and bought a Ming Dynasty Lu Yu tea and purple sand. The pot, with business and industry personnel, as well as cultural relics, came over to counterfeit, and said that we bought fakes from Moxuan and wanted to seal them up, and those who dealt with fakes investigated our antiques, and then announced that 80% of us were fakes. This is obviously an injustice ... "

After listening to Lin Qingmei's account, Yang Zimei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Song Xuan has a high ability to identify antiques, and he is very clean. He never deliberately engages in counterfeit goods. Even if there is a fake, he has no way to identify it.

However, Yang Zimei has already screened for him, and picked out all those imitation high-quality imitations, and put them in the store for sale. They are absolutely authentic. Besides, the Ming Dynasty Lu Yu tea and teapot was identified by her. How could it be a fake?

Obviously, someone deliberately wanted to frame Song Xuan and frame Mo Xuan.

"Sister Qingmei, don't worry, don't do bad things, don't be afraid to knock at the door in the middle of the night, Mr. Song will be fine."

Yang Zimei stroked Lin Qingmei's shoulders and let her calm down. "I'll help Mr. Song. You sit, it's too anxious for the fetus."

"Ok."

Looking at Yang Zimei's gaze, Lin Qingmei's mood calmed a lot, and she sat down in a chair.

"Sister Qingmei, who is the one who buys the purple sand pot?"

"That's the man in the blue T-shirt."

Lin Qingmei pointed at a middle-aged man in a blue T-shirt, looking slightly fat, with open hair and posing as a pair of myopic glasses.

The man's temperament was intriguing, and the eyes behind the spectacles were erratic.

What Yang Zimei hates the most is this type of uncle. This will not be a person willing to spend hundreds of thousands to buy antiques, of which there must be something tricky.

She opened his eyes to see him--

Huang Liang, a 45-year-old unemployed, has been abducted all day and has a certain background.

She used heaven's eyes to see what happened yesterday.

I saw that he bought a purple sand pot and went out of Mo Xuan, sneaking into an office building, and exchanging a purple sand pot that looked exactly the same with another person, holding a stack of money in his hand.

As for who that person is, Yang Zimei couldn't see clearly, because her heavenly eyes could only be seen by the parties' activities, and she couldn't see much, too much, and her mind became **** and dizzy.

However, this is enough.

That Huang Liang was obviously led by someone. After buying the real purple sand pot back, he replaced it with a fake one, and then planted a lot of money to frame Song Xuan, as well as these anti-counterfeiting commercial and industrial offices. It is estimated that all were led by the same person.

She dared to frame Song Xuan. She was angry, and her pupils narrowed slightly.

At this time, there were actually several police cars. The police officers got out of the car and asked who Song Xuan was. They said nothing, and handcuffed him directly, pulling him into the police car.

"Song Xuan-"

Lin Qingmei was anxious, stood up, and wanted to catch up. Who knew that the fetal gas was moved, and the stomach twitched quickly, with a whine, covering her belly, her face pale and cold sweats.

Yang Zimei quickly helped her to sit down, took out the silver needle, and helped her soothe the fetal gas.

Lin Qingmei eased over and grabbed Yang Zimei's hand in fear. "Little eyebrow, Song Xuan was arrested. Thank you for your hard work. You will accompany me to my mother's house. I will let my dad and my brother think of a way."

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