A treasure-appraisal maniac

Lu Fei focused on the agricultural vehicle in the video.

The vehicle is a diesel agricultural truck commonly seen in rural areas.

This kind of car has high horsepower and is often overloaded.

The rear trunk of the agricultural vehicle in front of me has been extended by more than two meters.

All three box panels have been removed, and it becomes a flatbed truck.

The lumber was stacked neatly on the cart, with a layer of red, white and blue tarpaulin pressed on top.

The vehicle was processed and the license plate was removed.

But the spray code on the driver's door caught Lu Fei's attention. .??.

[Ancient agricultural machinery from the Qing Dynasty, accurate to carry two tons]

Qinggu is a place name, Qinggu Town in the northern suburbs of Bianliang.

Qinggu Agricultural Machinery, as the name suggests, is the Qinggu Town Agricultural Technology Station.

With this spray code, it can be determined that this vehicle is registered in the name of Qinggu Town Agricultural Technology Station.

With this clue, it will be much easier to find the bearded man.

"Boss Zhang, pull up the video of your transaction and let me take a look." Lu Fei said.

Zhang Chunlin was embarrassed for a while!

"Well, I deleted the surveillance video of the transaction and storage."

"hehe!"

"Boss Zhang is quite meticulous in his work!"

After Lu Fei finished speaking, Zhang Chunlin stood up smoothly.

"Mr. Lu, you must help me!"

"Boss Song knows me. I'm really not a bad person."

"It's just that this time I got carried away by the interests and did something stupid."

"In this case, I will give you these red sandalwood aniseed materials for free. I just ask you not to report me."

"I have an elder and a younger one, so I can't go to jail!" Zhang Chunlin choked and almost cried.

Song Jinfeng also helped to plead for mercy.

"Brother, Lao Zhang is really a good person."

"Otherwise, my brother wouldn't have brought you here directly."

"Do you think if this matter can get over, try to help him out?"

Lu Fei nodded.

"Don't worry, Brother Song, I have a sense of discretion."

After saying that, he handed Zhang Chunlin a cigarette, and the latter waved his hands repeatedly.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu, I don't smoke."