Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Chapter 1672: Why Does It Feel Like This Guy is Scarier Than a Ghost?

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“I’ll explain it to you slowly in the future.” After Ye Feng unlocked the door, he did not push the door open immediately, he fiddled with the two handles for a while.

Anjou Prince focused her gaze and realized that there was a thin strand of hair tied to the two handles. She was once again stunned.

If Ye Feng had pushed the door open just now, he would have broken this strand of hair and exposed himself.

“How did you see the hair?” Anjou Prince asked curiously.

The hair was so thin that it was difficult to notice.

In addition, it was so dark that it was even more impossible to detect.

But Ye Feng was able to see every detail, he could even see a strand of hair.

Anjou Prince felt her hair stand on end.

Why did it feel like this guy was scarier than a ghost?

The fact that Ye Feng was able to notice the hair on the handles was not a coincidence.

No matter how good his eyesight was, in such a dark environment, he couldn’t find a strand of hair by chance.

It was mainly because he had discovered it when he was observing the copper lock.

He couldn’t help but curse in his heart. This Mr. Simir was cunning.

The more Mr. Simir acted like this, the more it meant that there was a problem, a very big one at that.

After removing the hair, he scanned it with the system again. After confirming that there were no other problems, he slowly pushed the door open.

Anjou Prince was about to follow him in, but he stopped her. “You can’t go in.”

“Why?” Anjou Princeton was a little unhappy.

Ye Feng immediately rolled his eyes. “You’ve never been a thief before? Thieves know how to work together. One is action, one is surveillance.”

“If the two of us act together, it’s easy to be wiped out at the same time.”

“Nonsense, who has been a thief before?” As Anjou Prince spoke, she suddenly stared at him suspiciously. “Hey, that’s not right. Why do you know so much about it? So, you’ve been a thief?”

“You’ve been a thief. You have to help me lock the door again and tie the strand of hair back.”

“Why is that?”

“Idiot!” Ye Feng tapped on her smooth forehead. “What if that old thing suddenly comes back and sees that the door is open, wouldn’t it alert the enemy?”

Anjou Prince pouted and rubbed her aching forehead. “Then why don’t I go in and you stay outside?”

“That’s fine too. Go in and install these cameras.” Ye Feng did not say anything and passed the cameras to her.

“Then forget it. I don’t know how to do it.”

“Then why are you still talking nonsense? Lock the door and find a place to hide.”

Ye Feng did not say anything else, he turned around and walked in.

Anjou Prince waved her little fist in the air. “Who are you to order me around? I’m not your soldier.”

Although she said that, she still followed Ye Feng’s instructions. After locking the door, she wrapped the strand of hair around the handles and hid in the dark.

The moment Ye Feng walked in, he smelled something pungent.

It was the smell of an unknown potion. It should be used for antiquing purposes.

He took out his flashlight and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The space inside the workshop was very large, at least a few thousand square meters.

There were all kinds of work tables for making porcelain, calligraphy, and lacquer.

Ye Feng walked to a work table that was used to make calligraphy and paintings. There was a half-finished painting on the table.

Upon closer inspection, it was Zhang Daqian’s painting of a landscape.

This painting’s forgery technique was very brilliant. Whether it was the brush techniques, paper, or signature, it was flawless.

If he did not use the system, it would be difficult for Ye Feng to find any problems using his eyesight alone.

There was a similar work table for forging calligraphy and paintings.

In addition, there were nearly ten work tables for porcelain, lacquer, bronze, and the like.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, these people are crazy.”

Ye Feng could not help but shake his head and sigh, who knew how many fakes in the market came from this place?

This was a profitable transaction.

The question that followed was, who was the boss behind this counterfeit workshop?

To be able to make such a big illegal business and not get into trouble.

It could be seen that the boss behind the scenes was not a simple person!

And most importantly, these fake products didn’t seem to just be for sale.

Perhaps he could dig out some big story?

Ye Feng admired the fakes for a while, then took out his phone and took some photos.

This would be evidence in the future.

After taking the photos, he began to install the pinhole cameras.

The location of these pinhole cameras was a tricky problem.

They could not be placed in a conspicuous position, or they would be easily discovered.

However, he had to consider the scene he was filming. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time.

He looked around before starting the installation.

Just as he installed two, a car suddenly roared outside.

Ye Feng was shocked.

Not good, someone was coming!

He looked around and saw a wooden box beside him.

The wooden box was about one meter in length and width. It was a box that contained finished lacquerware.

He hurriedly opened the lid of the box and jumped in.

At the same time, Anjou Prince’s nerves tensed up as she looked in horror at a van that was approaching from afar.

The van drove straight into the junkyard.

Before the car could stop, the door was opened and a few burly men jumped out.

Each of them was holding a hunting rifle in their hands, they glinted in the cold light of the night, making one’s hair stand on end.

Anjou Prince recognized one of them as Mr. Simir, and the other was the bearded Vulture who had just delivered the goods to John Bull.

Her heart was in her throat.

She didn’t expect that these people would return, and they were all armed.

Once Ye Feng was discovered by them, he would be doomed.

What should she do? What should she do?

Her heart was burning with anxiety.

“Are you sure you were followed?” Mr. Simir asked with a grim face.

Vulture was also a little nervous. “We found a tracking device in the car. Someone did it on purpose.”

“Could it be those black market merchants?” Mr. Simir said as he walked quickly towards the forgery workshop.

“It shouldn’t be, right? Those black market merchants only want to earn a commission for the delivery of goods, they don’t know what we’re doing at all. It’s unlikely that they’ll take the risk to do such a thing.”

“Then who could it be?”

“Uh… I don’t know.”

“Moron!”

Mr. Simir cursed as he came to the forgery workshop.

He first checked the copper lock and found that it was intact.

He looked at the hair he had arranged and found that it was also intact.

Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

However, he still took out the key to open the door.

A group of people entered the workshop with shotguns.

Whoosh…

The lights lit up the entire workshop.

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