Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

than Directors Zhao Gang and Li Zeguang immediately turned to look at Lin Chuan with a slightly stunned expression.

Lin Chuan\'s mouth twitched as he thought, Why are you two looking at me?

I am on the side of justice right now, helping you catch the heads of a criminal gang.

I abide by the laws!

As for antique forgery, I would never imitate and sell fake antiques!

Ahem, the ones I make are all genuine; it\'s those people from the past who imitated my creations.

The rain outside the window had stopped.

Strands of sunlight pierced through the thinning clouds after the rain, a pale golden light falling upon the leaves still dotted with droplets, reflecting sparkling specks.

The breeze blew gently, dispersing the clouds, revealing the clear and profound azure sky, while the air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and fresh scent of moisture, refreshing and invigorating.

After Hu Shu and Gao Qinglin were taken back to the police station, they confessed to their crimes without reservation.

The genuine Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase reappeared in view of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

A major antique forgery gang was uprooted in its entirety, involving a vast amount of money that was hard to estimate. For a time, both the police station and the Cultural Relics Bureau were abuzz.

...

In Han River Province, at the office of the police department,

Zhong Chengming, dressed in a dark blue administrative jacket draped over his shoulders, slowly put down the phone with a satisfied smile on his face and genuinely admired, "That boy, well done! Really well done indeed!"

"Dad, what\'s making you so happy?"

At that moment,

a young man about twenty-five or twenty-six years old walked in, about one meter eighty tall, with a square face, short hair, and a slightly yellow complexion.

At the sound of this voice, Zhong Chengming\'s prior smile immediately sank.

Zhong Xunfeng, his son.

Zhong Chengming looked up at Zhong Xunfeng, sizing him up.

Zhong Xunfeng wore a dark blue cotton shirt, slightly worn at the collar and cuffs, but clean and neatly washed, topped with a bulky khaki work vest. He wore durable jeans and had deep brown outdoor boots on his feet, the tops still stained with some uncleaned mud.

"You, even when coming to the office, don\'t know to change into something more suitable."

Zhong Chengming looked at his son\'s appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched; truly, other people\'s children always seemed better.

"I just stopped by to get a drink," Zhong Xunfeng said with a smile, helping himself to a cup and pouring tea from Zhong Chengming\'s teapot into his own.

Gurgle, gurgle, filled up.

"By the way, where are you off to this time?" Zhong Chengming asked, glancing up.

"This time, I\'m going to Anling. Our Archaeological Team received intelligence about a suspected large-scale tomb," Zhong Xunfeng replied with a smile, and immediately gulped down two mouthfuls of tea.

"Anling..."

Zhong Chengming murmured, "You\'re always out and about, yet I never see you dig up anything significant. Young people of your age, on their own, are capable of taking down a major criminal gang."

"Who\'s that impressive?"

Zhong Xunfeng asked casually.

"The young man who accidentally damaged the national treasure-level artifact some time ago, Comrade Lin Chuan." As Zhong Chengming mentioned Lin Chuan, a somewhat pleased expression appeared on his face.

"Wasn\'t he supposed to pay restitution and serve time for shattering that jade vase? How does that connect to taking down a criminal gang?" Zhong Xunfeng asked curiously.

He had felt sorry when he learned that the thin-walled jade vase had been broken.

"Xunfeng, don\'t just judge by appearances. In reality, the jade vase that Comrade Lin Chuan broke was a fake. He followed the clues and single-handedly uncovered a major antique forgery gang lurking in Modu. This is a remarkable achievement in the entire detective case-solving arena, enough to serve as a classic case and become a model for criminal investigation," Zhong Chengming praised sincerely.

Zhong Xunfeng frowned in confusion, "But isn\'t he a web novel writer? How does he solve cases?"

"Don\'t underestimate a web novel writer," Zhong Chengming corrected.

"Then when I said I\'d write about my archaeological experiences and publish them online after I\'m done with archaeology, why didn\'t you support it?" Zhong Xunfeng countered.

Zhong Chengming\'s face darkened: "Ah, it\'s not that I don\'t support you writing novels; it\'s that I don\'t support you continuing in archaeology. With your dad\'s skills, if you learned just fifty to seventy percent, solving criminal cases wouldn\'t be a problem! And then to write your detective experiences into a novel, would I not support that?"

"I won\'t argue with you about this. I will do archaeology, and I will also write novels,"

Zhong Xunfeng quickly steered away from the topic to avoid an endless bombardment.

Indeed, Zhong Chengming was an expert detective in his youth, solving countless cases and establishing outstanding achievements.

That\'s how he reached his position today.

And yet, he had a particular passion for archaeology, leading to a serious disagreement between father and son about career planning.

No one could persuade the other.

Professional interests are not inherited, but stubbornness is.

Zhong Chengming seemed to have accepted the situation. He took a sip of tea from his thermos to ease his mood, then asked, "How long will you be in Anling for this inspection?"

"At least a couple of months, possibly a year or two,"

Zhong Xunfeng replied.

"Be careful out there," Zhong Chengming cautioned.

Zhong Xunfeng smiled and waved his hand, "Don\'t worry, we\'re a professional archaeological team. Generally speaking, there\'s no danger."

"Better safe than sorry," Zhong Chengming advised.

"Alright, got it."

Zhong Xunfeng replied, then after chatting briefly about family matters, he left the office and set off for Anling City with his archaeological team.

Before long,

a middle-aged man in a white shirt knocked on the office door: "Elder Zhong."

"Zhang Biao, you\'ve come at the right time."

Zhong Chengming\'s face lit up with a heartwarming smile upon seeing Zhang Biao.

Zhang Biao handed over the documents he was carrying to Zhong Chengming and reported, "Elder Zhong, on behalf of Anling Police Station, I have reported to the provincial office on the progress of drug prohibition work in Anling City."

"Alright, go ahead."

"Currently, Anling City is vigorously carrying out drug prohibition propaganda..." Zhang Biao reported with a solemn expression.

Zhong Chengming nodded frequently, commending, "The work is very well done."

Zhang Biao immediately laughed, "It\'s all under Elder Zhong\'s guidance... "

"No need for flattery."

Zhong Chengming waved his hand and then inquired, "Have you got the list for the drug prohibition model spots I assigned earlier in the city?"

Zhang Biao turned to the last page of the materials, "These are the drug prohibition model villages we have assessed."

Zhong Chengming nodded, "The progress is good. Your anti-fraud and anti-gambling work are also well done. Going forward, the focus is to accelerate the transformation of Anling City into a drug-free city, making it a green, safe, and civilized model city for Han River Province."

"It\'s a daunting task, but... we guarantee to complete it!"

Zhang Biao nodded solemnly.

"It\'s a challenging task for any city, but you have already taken down the tough bone of anti-fraud, and I\'m very confident in you," Zhong Chengming said, smiling.

Zhang Biao\'s eyebrows rose, and he chuckled awkwardly, "Elder Zhong, as you know, there\'s a key person involved."

"Lin is a treasure of Anling. You must take good care of him."

Zhong Chengming praised once more.

"Of course, but currently, he\'s still in Modu, involved in a case of antique damage,"

Zhang Biao sighed softly.

Zhong Chengming gestured for Zhang Biao to sit down, smiling, "I was just about to talk to you about this."

"What are your instructions, Elder Zhong?"

"I\'ve just received news that the case Lin is involved in has been cracked," Zhong Chengming said with a smile so wide that even the corners of his eyes began to crinkle.

"Solved?" Zhang Biao was startled.

"Yes," Elder Zhong nodded slowly.

"How was it solved? Comrade Lin has been cleared of the suspicions, hasn\'t he?" Zhang Biao asked quickly.

"Ha ha, Comrade Lin solved the case himself, and he led the Modu police to unearth a large Antique Forgery Gang. Do you think he has cleared the suspicions?" Zhong Chengming said slowly.

Hiss!

Zhang Biao inhaled sharply and couldn\'t help saying, "That\'s Comrade Lin\'s strength!"

Zhong Chengming smiled and then gave instructions, "Comrade Lin has shown an amazing ability in appraising treasures and criminal investigation with his recent visit to Modu. Now, both the Modu police station and the Cultural Relics Bureau value him highly and are intent on getting Comrade Lin to settle in Modu. You should know what to do."

"Elder Zhong, I understand!"

Zhang Bian nodded immediately.

Comrade Lin Chuan, Anling City\'s talent.

We cannot let him be snatched away by these institutions in Modu!