Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

Meng Jiuan is a very influential person in Hong Kong and has seen all kinds of top-notch luxury goods. So when choosing a gift for him, the price is secondary and the thought behind it is more important.

Zhu Baishao simply went to a jewelry store, selected two glass-type purple jade beads, and asked the salesgirl to help her make them into a pendant.

Well, I’ll hang it on Meng Jiuan’s Buddhist beads bracelet to declare my sovereignty.

She left the store carrying her bag, and a lot of people, both men and women, followed her stealthily. She looked calm and returned to the underground garage in the astonished gazes of passers-by, and saw four people standing next to her Porsche.

They were wearing casual clothes, but they all had a calm and capable temperament and a serious expression. When they saw her, they were obviously stunned for a moment, as if they did not expect Zhu Baishao to be so charming.

One of the older men came back to his senses first. He stepped forward, took out a stack of documents from his pocket, showed them to Zhu Baishao, and said, "Miss Zhu, after surveillance investigation, we found that you were the last guest Mr. Hong Wenjun met before his death. Now we need you to go back with us for investigation."

Zhu Baishao didn't expect that they would act so quickly, but it was understandable that Hong Wenjun exposed his own dark secrets in a live broadcast, which also implicated many upper-class figures in Guangzhou. He also fell to his death, and nearly a million people watched it. The incident became a big deal. Now many live broadcast recordings are circulating on the Internet, and the Internet police can't stop it.

What's more, there are media outlets that are eager to watch the fun and add fuel to the fire, which has a very bad impact.

It’s no surprise that they were able to quickly lock onto Zhu Baishao.

Zhu Baishao's eyebrows relaxed, a smile appeared on her face, and she nodded gently, "Okay."

She shook the car keys in her hand and asked, "Should I drive with you or take your car?"

Seeing her cooperation, the middle-aged man's expression softened a little. He nodded, pointed at the two cars on the side, and said, "Then please, Miss Zhu, take our car and go with us."

On the way to the police station, Zhu Baishao picked up her phone and shook it, then said naturally, "Can I send a message to my boyfriend?"

The middle-aged man sitting next to her frowned and said in embarrassment: "Miss Zhu, given the current situation, it would be safer for you to reduce your contact with the outside world."

Zhu Baishao used her slender, white fingers to swipe the screen, found the pinned post, and typed in the input box: I have something urgent to do and may be back late, don't wait for me.

Then she handed it to the middle-aged man, letting him see the text she had typed, and then she raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Is this okay?"

The smile is as bright as a spring flower, and the bright red cinnabar mole between the eyebrows shows a bit of obedience.

The middle-aged man nodded. He felt that a girl like Zhu Baishao, who was not at the crime scene when the incident occurred, had no chance of being involved in this matter.

The reason I came to invite her was because she was the last person Hong Wenjun saw before he died, and I wanted to ask her if she had noticed anything unusual in Hong Wenjun's behavior.

Seeing this, Zhu Baishao sent the message.

They soon arrived at the police station and were taken to a room similar to an interrogation room. A female police officer poured her a glass of warm water.

"Thank you." Zhu Baishao thanked politely.

"Ms. Zhu, I wonder why you suddenly came to Ditian Building today? According to our investigation, this is the first time you have met Mr. Hong Wenjun since you went to college, right?"

The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice. Someone was holding a recorder and someone else was taking notes of the questioning on a computer.

Zhu Baishao's bright eyebrows drooped slightly, and she smiled bitterly, "Since you have done the investigation, you should know about my mother's situation... How can I dare to refuse a powerful person like him who wants to see me..."

As she spoke, her eyes became red and moist, and she tilted her face slightly, as if some sad thing was brought up on her mind, and her whole body exuded a faint sadness.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then continued, "According to our investigation, the meeting time you and Mr. Hong Wenjun had agreed to was in the evening. Why did you go to Ditian Building so early, around 4 p.m.?"

Zhu Baishao raised a hand to wipe the corner of her eyes, then raised her head. The corners of her mouth turned up, but her eyes were bitter. "Because I know what he wants to do when he sees me, so I went there early, just because I don't want to..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the interrogation room became a little quiet. They could all imagine what would happen when Zhu Baishao met Hong Wenjun at night, given her looks.

The middle-aged man coughed twice before asking, "If Mr. Hong Wenjun had other thoughts about you, how did you leave safely?"

This sentence is a bit sharp.

Zhu Baishao pursed her lips, a look of hesitation appeared on her face, as if she didn't know how to start the conversation, and her hands unconsciously grabbed the Hermès bag on her lap.

Seeing her hesitation, the female police officer next to her came over and comforted her.

Zhu Baishao whispered, "My mother was once his lover. She was tricked into taking that kind of stuff and committed suicide after a breakdown from drug withdrawal. I...I asked him if he did it. There were people selling that kind of stuff in Sunflower before, but it wasn't him either. He asked me why there were people selling that kind of stuff in Sunflower..."

"I scolded him a few times, saying that he dared to do it but not to admit it. He frowned and said something about someone stealing his business. Then he sat there staring at the teacup in a daze. I saw that he looked unhappy, so I left in a hurry..."

"Oh yeah, before I left, I knocked over the tea he poured for me..."

As the people in the interrogation room listened to her story, they all began to imagine the situation in their minds, and their expressions were serious.

This means that in addition to Hong Wenjun, there is another group of forces in Guangcheng that are selling those unspeakable things.

……

The questioning in the interrogation room was still going on, but Meng Jiuan, who had sensed that something was wrong, had already started to act.

He asked someone to check Zhu Baishao's real-time location and saw that she was at the police station. Then, combined with the news Zhao Lei reported half an hour ago, he had a guess in his mind.

The elder that Shaoshao went to meet should be Hong Wenjun.

Such a scum of the world, Shaoshao wouldn't be in any danger, right? He would never allow Zhu Baishao to get into trouble.

Meng Jiuan's face suddenly turned gloomy, the Buddhist beads in his hand were clenched tightly, his eyes were full of coldness, and his aura was terrifying. Anyone who saw him at this time would never believe the rumors outside that Meng Jiuan was a Buddhist.

What kind of Buddha is this? It's more like a demon.

Meng Jiuan picked up his phone, opened the address book, and made a call.

In an office in the Guangcheng Government Building, the internal telephone rang.

"Hello." The mayor of Guangzhou answered the phone.

"Mayor, I'm Meng Jiuan..."

Outside the police station, there was a sudden sound of car brakes. There were about a dozen cars in front and behind, and it was not over yet. More cars continued to drive towards the police station.

A policeman came over and knocked on the door of the interrogation room. "Captain, the mayor, the municipal party secretary, the director of the Finance Bureau, and many other leaders are here..."