Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2066: Chapter 1888: Public Prosecution Initiated

He’s here.

He flew in with excitement!

That day.

Right after landing at the airport, he headed straight for the museum. He thought, don’t look for the museum folks yet, first confirm the location, take some photos, gather ’evidence’, to prevent the museum from faking things.

Full of enthusiasm.

He walked in.

Then… got lost.

The museum was too large, with many levels, and the cultural relics exhibition halls were like a maze. He searched and searched, and finally, after much effort, by three in the afternoon, he damn well found it at last.

At that moment.

A flood of complaints filled his heart.

Then.

Click, click, click!

A flurry of photos.

Afterwards.

He went to the Museum Management Committee.

“Bang!”

A few photos were thrown domineeringly onto the opponent’s table.

“You figure it out.”

In short — he wanted money.

Return it?

Not appropriate.

If it stirred up a big fuss, he’d be in deep trouble just with the inheritance tax.

He exclaimed boldly.

He felt he could completely intimidate the other party, after all, the origins of the items must be questionable. How could there be an imitation of an undisplayed collection? Clearly, he was going to make a fortune again.

Perhaps.

Cashing in this way would be safer. Once he got the money, he’d pay off the debt, then buy a new yacht, and he wanted to change houses too. The thought of those passionate Dutch girls excited him.

However.

The dream was beautiful.

The reality was brutal.

Finally.

“Get lost!”

Though not that direct.

The implication was similar. However, the other party did offer one piece of information: “We only purchase images of various real or fake cultural relics, not the genuine product.”

“Unexhibited ones.”

“We accept them regardless of authenticity.”

In an instant.

He was dumbfounded.

What to do?

Their reasons were sound, insisting it was an imitation.

“I don’t believe it, I want to see the commodity.”

He challenged.

“No way.”

“Why not, since it’s all fake anyway.”

“If anyone could come up, find an excuse, and touch our imitations, how could we conduct our work? If you want to see it, fine, first provide evidence of genuine product collection.”

“Second, please bring in experts able to authenticate.”

“Third, …”

A whole list of ten conditions.

Instantly.

He was frozen in place.

Evidence?

Even if there was, he wouldn’t dare present it, not to mention there wasn’t any. Some photos couldn’t really prove anything. Expert? For something that hasn’t surfaced, without even a picture known to the outside world, how to determine its authenticity.

Lawyers.

Application.

Commitment letter.

Media.

…

Running through the whole procedure, he would definitely secure a ’ten-year prison stay’ qualification. Thinking that, all he felt was fear, clearly, tackling it head-on was digging his own grave.

Then.

He asked where it was bought from.

“No comment.”

And then.

There was no and then, the other party ignored him further, leaving him mentally shattered, then kicked out by the Security Guard, standing outside the museum for two hours, unable to decide whether to stay or go.

Came with hope.

Left bewildered.

At the time.

He thought a lot, even if he found out from the museum the source of the ’drawings’, he wouldn’t dare confront them. Whether it was the thieves or the handlers, neither were figures he could mess with.

Dare to blabber!

“Bang!”

A peanut could send him to see God.

This world.

The darker places are existences he dare not touch, and so, these days, wandering around Xin’an City, hoping to find a way to recover his losses, but the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

Today.

He bumped into Hughes.

He wanted to see if this all-powerful aristocrat had any solutions.

Who knew.

The other party completely ignored him.

Hmph.

He refused to believe there was no ’reasonable’ place in this world. Based on his inheritance through bloodline and the fortune hidden by skill, even if illegal, he couldn’t just accept it, could he?

Unreconciled.

Next day.

“Another sunny day.”

“Ding Dong!”

A summons flew in from domestic.

“Boom~”

The sunny day.

Suddenly felt turned into a thunderstorm.

Reading it.

“Whoosh!” His face turned ashen as paper, the content was simple: the museum was inquiring their country whether he had that collection under his name, saying the museum suspected he was here for extortion.

Upon checking.

It seemed there was no registration.

Well.

A public prosecution was looming, tax evasion was a serious crime.

“Can never go back.”

Once back.

Explain it clearly, and it’s tax evasion, couldn’t explain it, and then there’s the museum’s extortion lawsuit right after, regardless of which option he took, he’d likely face huge trouble.

Damn.

How didn’t he think of this at the beginning.

Book a ticket.

Pack up.

Head out.

“Crunch!”

His hands felt a chilling sensation.

“It’s over.”

…

Shanghai Stock Market.

Just at dawn.

Tang Qing was heading to the park in a car, glancing at a piece of information that passed by his eyes. Tang Qing hadn’t known about this beforehand, the Fighters sent this information only after they finished. Tang Qing took a quick look.

“Serves you right.”

Wastrel.

Tax evader.

Various other illegal activities could fill a list, and now coming to extort, what a joke. In fact, the so-called genuine product was indeed not in Tang Qing’s possession; it had been copied by Fighters who infiltrated earlier.

Why not take it?

Heh!

Do we lack it?

Warehouse piled like mountains.

Under normal circumstances, we wouldn’t do stealing; the initial infiltration was just to see how many treasures were buried, not to steal anything. As for who did the stealing, of course, Tang Qing knew.

But he had no interest in solving the case.

Thus.

For someone who came for extortion and wasn’t a good person.

No need for words.

By the Fighters’ standards, of course, knock him down with one hit, hurt him first, otherwise, buzzing around the ears is very annoying. A bit more sinister, and tell him who stole those items.

Ha!

Knowing things you shouldn’t.

Death.

Is his only outcome.

Now.

With no life-threatening worries, the Fighters have shown mercy, however, this also served as a warning for Tang Qing, better take down these controversial items, keeping them invites flies.

“Replace all with issues, get new ones!”

“Yes.”

“Also get in touch with contemporary artists from various countries, expand the exhibit stock, forget those abstract works, stick to realism as the standard.” After all, Tang Qing couldn’t appreciate a blob of paint.

Then.

Tang Qing added:

“Also.”

“Allow these artists to set their own selling prices, or auction their works, but they must be exhibited for a certain number of days.” Though the museum wasn’t short of money, it didn’t mean others weren’t.

“Yes, Commander.”

…

Park.

Accompanied by the melodious music, the day’s work began. In the affiliated hotel, many guests came and went, as major universities’ cooperative research institutes continuously approved and sent groups over.

“It’s raining.”

Tang Qing looked out the window.

March.

The light rain drizzled.

Another spring, likewise, he hadn’t kicked the ’old habit’ of enjoying watching rain, he could watch for an hour. Ayman left this morning, saying she was heading to Xin’an City to see the big diamonds.

Today.

Huaxia’s headlines were yesterday’s major procurement.

Thirty thousand plus three thousand.

This implied that Huaxia’s desert and Gobi would reduce by another two point five percent. It’s already a lot, knowing that the island across the strait only had thirty-six thousand square kilometers.

Surely.

It’s significant.