Chapter 1672 [1672] Why does it feel like this guy is scarier than a ghost?
"I'll explain it to you slowly later." After Ye Feng opened the lock, he did not push the door immediately, but fiddled with the two handles for a while.

Prince Anjou looked closely and found that there were thin strands of hair tied to the two handles. He was stunned again.

If Ye Feng had pushed the door open just now, he would have broken the hair and exposed his whereabouts.

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

Hair is so thin that it is difficult to detect.

In addition, it was so dark at this time that it was even more difficult to detect.

But Ye Feng was so observant that he could even see the strands of hair.

Prince Anjou suddenly felt terrified.

Why does it feel like this guy is scarier than a ghost?
It was certainly not by chance that Ye Feng discovered the hair tangled around the handle.

No matter how good his eyesight was, it was impossible for him to spot a single hair by chance in such a dark environment.

Mainly because I discovered it by chance when I was observing the copper lock just now.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart, this Mr. Simmel is really cunning.

The more he does this, the more it proves that there is a problem here, and it is a big problem.

After he untied his hair, he scanned it again with the system. After making sure there were no other problems, he slowly pushed the door open.

Anjou Prince was about to follow him in, but he stopped him, "You can't go in."

"Why?" Prince Anjou was a little displeased.

Ye Feng rolled his eyes immediately, "Have you never been a thief? Thieves all know how to cooperate with each other. One takes action, and the other keeps watch."

"If the two act together, they can easily be wiped out."

"Nonsense, who has ever been a thief?" Anjou Prince said, and suddenly stared at him suspiciously, "Hey, that's not right, why do you know so much? So, you have been a thief?"

"You are the thief. You have never eaten pork but you have seen a pig run. And you have to help me lock the door and tie my hair back."

"Why is this again?"

"Idiot!" Ye Feng tapped her smooth forehead, "What if that old man suddenly comes back and sees the door open? Wouldn't that alert the enemy?"

Anjou Prince pouted and rubbed his sore forehead, "Then why am I not the one going in, and you are outside?"

"That's fine. You go in and install these cameras." Ye Feng handed the cameras to her without saying a word.

"Forget it, I can't."

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

Ye Feng didn't say any more words and turned around and walked in.

Prince Anjou waved his fist at the air. "Who are you to order me around? I'm not your soldier."

Although she said this, she still did as Ye Feng said. After locking the door, she wrapped the hair around it and then hid back in the dark.

As soon as Ye Feng walked in, he smelled a pungent smell.

It was the smell of an unknown potion, probably used for aging.

I took out my flashlight and shone it, and was immediately stunned by the scene in front of me.

The space inside this workshop is very large, at least several thousand square meters.

Everywhere is filled with various workbenches for making ceramics, calligraphy and paintings, and lacquerware.

Ye Feng walked to a workbench where calligraphy and painting were being made. On the table lay a half-finished painting.

Upon closer inspection, it was a splash-ink landscape painting by Zhang Daqian.

The forgery technique of this painting is very sophisticated, and the brushstrokes, paper, and signature are all flawless.

If Ye Feng didn't use the system, it would be difficult for him to find any problems relying on his own eyesight.

There is another counterfeit calligraphy and painting workbench like this.

In addition, there are nearly ten workbenches for ceramics, lacquerware, bronzeware, etc.

"Tsk tsk tsk, these people are really crazy enough."

Ye Feng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, wondering how many counterfeits on the market came from here.

This is definitely a very profitable business. Then a question arises, who is the boss behind this counterfeiting workshop?

How can they run such a big illegal business without getting into trouble?

It can be seen that the boss behind the scenes is not a simple person!
And a very important point is that these man-made counterfeits don’t seem to be made simply for the purpose of selling?

Maybe we can dig up some big news?
Ye Feng admired the fake for a while, then took out his cell phone and took some photos.

These will be evidence later.

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

The installation location of these pinhole cameras is actually a very tricky problem.

It cannot be installed in a conspicuous place, otherwise it will be easily discovered.

But we also have to consider the picture being shot, otherwise it will be in vain.

He looked around first before starting the installation.

Just after installing two, there was a sudden roar of a car outside.

Ye Feng was suddenly shocked.

Oh no, someone is coming!
He looked around and saw a wooden box next to him.

The wooden box is about one meter long and wide, and is used to store finished lacquerware.

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

At the same time, Anjou Prince's nerves were also tense, and he looked at a van approaching from a distance in horror.

The van drove straight into the scrap yard.

Before the car stopped, the door was opened and several burly men jumped out.

Everyone was holding a shotgun in their hands, which shone coldly in the night, making people feel creepy.

In the dim light, Anjou Prince recognized that one of them was Mr. Smile, and the other was the bearded "Vulture" who had just delivered the goods to John Bull.

Her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

I didn't expect that this group of people would come back with guns.

Once Ye Feng is discovered by them, he will be in great danger.

How to do?How to do?
She was suddenly extremely anxious.

"Are you sure you are being followed?" Mr. Simmel asked with a dark face.

Vulture also looked a little nervous. "We found a tracker on the car. It's obvious that someone did it on purpose."

"Could it be those black market traders who did it?" Mr. Simmel said as he walked quickly towards the counterfeiting workshop.

"That shouldn't be the case. Those black market merchants are just trying to earn a commission for delivery, and they have no idea what we are doing. It's unlikely that they would risk doing such a thing."

"Who could it be then?"

"This...I don't know either."

"waste!"

Mr. Simmel came to the counterfeiting workshop while cursing.

I checked the copper lock first and found it was intact.

Then I looked at the hair I had arranged, and it was also intact.

This made him sigh in relief.

But to be cautious, he took out the key and opened the door.

A group of men entered the workshop armed with shotguns.

wow...

The lights came on, illuminating the entire workshop.

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(End of this chapter)