My magic stick is going to heaven!

Entering the interrogation room, Shang Yanzhou lightly tapped the interrogation table, and the police officer in charge of the interrogation quickly got up, and patted the seat where he had sat with the document in his hand, for fear that his big butt would tarnish this place. The young master of the Shang Mansion.

"Tell me, what happened?"

While sitting down, Shang Yanzhou asked in a flat tone.

When Wen Changlang saw Shang Yanzhou, his eyes were full of stars, and he raised his mouth pitifully, and said:

"No... I didn't do anything wrong, I just set up a stall to do business normally, and these people arrested me! Look, my skin is broken, it hurts~"

After speaking, Wen Changlang really stood up and bent down, stretching his handcuffed hands in front of Shang Yanzhou, with a very aggrieved tone in his tone.

Shang Yanzhou glanced lightly at the scratched back of the hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly:

"Do I still have to blow it up for you?"

"Well, if you want to brag to me, I don't mind, hehehe."

"Sit down!"

Shang Yanzhou's warm smile suddenly sank, he picked up the previous documents and patted them on the interrogation table, looking businesslike.

Curling his lips, Wen Changlang sat back listlessly, and said in a depressed voice:

"Didn't I just stamp a few stamps on my talisman? I thought that stamping a stamp would make my talisman much more advanced and of guaranteed quality. Besides, you gave me the big red seal. If I If you make a mistake, you are an accomplice!"

Shang Yanzhou nodded, his sharp eyes swept over, and then his voice was slightly cold:

"Did I give it to you? Did I respond?"

Wen Changlang: "...No, but...I just put a few big red seals on it. As for being so laborious? If I ruin my business, I will pay it back!"

Shang Yanzhou listened quietly to his whining, his slender white fingers tapped lightly on the table, the dull voice had a strong rhythm, and the more he listened to it, the more flustered he became.

"You... why don't you say a word?"

"What should I say? Do you know what that seal means?"

Wen Changlang blinked and asked, "What does it represent?"

"official seal,"

Shang Yanzhou stood up, put one hand in his trouser pocket, his posture was lazy, and his tone was even worse:

"What you are holding is the official seal of the Superintendent of the Police Supervision Bureau. As long as you stamp it down, you represent the Police Supervision Bureau, and stealing the official seal is an act that endangers the country. According to the law, you should be sentenced to more than five years in prison."

"Five years?!"

Wen Changlang jumped up from his seat. He had a stinky face that never admitted his mistake, but after hearing it for five years, it drooped down and hurriedly flattered him:

"Master Governor, I was wrong! I shouldn't have stamped your big red seal everywhere! I admit my mistake! But didn't five years in prison kill me and cut off my money! You must save me!"

Shang Yanzhou was indifferent: "You know, I always deal with business."

Wen Changlang cried and tugged at Shang Yanzhou's little finger:

"I'm not an official business, I'm a private matter!"

Shang Yanzhou gently hooked his lips to him, then withdrew his hand neatly, and then said lightly:

"I have always kept a clear line between public and private."

Wen Changlang: "..."

After being dumb for a long time, Wen Changlang finally came to his senses. Looking at the expression on Shang Yanzhou's face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, he suddenly felt that it was so dazzling:

"You lied to me! I won't believe you, do you know who my little brother is? My little brother covers me, so I'm not afraid of you!"

Wen Changlang's tone was full of nostrils, but his eyes slanted at Shang Yanzhou's still smiling face, and he didn't understand.