My magic stick is going to heaven!

Shang Yanzhou nodded, with a look of sudden understanding, and then said something serious:

"It seems that you haven't realized your mistake. In this case, you are here tonight and reflect on it."

After leaving this sentence, Shang Yanzhou turned around and walked out mercilessly, ignoring the howling ghosts and wolves in the Wen corridor.

After leaving the interrogation room, Shang Yanzhou explained to the police chief behind him as he walked:

"Let him stay in the interrogation room overnight to dry."

The chief of the police station nodded tremblingly, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. It wasn't until Shang Yanzhou left the gate of the police station that he completely lost his support and sat paralyzed at the gate.

Who would have thought that catching a thief who embezzled the official seal would actually catch the head of the friend of the Superintendent of the Police Department, what a shame.

After calming down, the chief of the police station stood up tremblingly, grabbed the collar of the young police officer, and ordered:

"Serve the master in the interrogation room well, don't neglect me!"

"Yes Yes!"

After finishing the order, the police chief let out a long breath, patted his big belly, and walked slowly back to his office. When he turned the corner, he heard a bold statement, which was extremely clear:

"The wind is blowing, the water is cold, the strong man will return tomorrow! Shang Yanzhou, you wait on the bed for me!"

With a bang, the chief of the police station slammed into the corner of the wall, kicked his legs, rolled his eyes, and fell limply.

The next day, under the service of a group of police officers, Wen Changlang finished grooming and used up his breakfast before sending him out of the gate of the police station respectfully.

Taking out the confiscated talismans and examining them carefully for a long time, Wen Changlang frowned in confusion. Most of these talismans were stamped by him, but they must not be used now.

If he was caught again, Shang Yanzhou, that gentle scum, might not come to bail him out.

But it's a pity to throw it away like this. It's better to keep it and use it later.

Then there are still some that have not been stamped, why not take them to Laopi Street, and earn some compensation back!

When Wen Changlang returned to the original stall, he found that his yellow gossip cloth was still there. It seemed that the people here were very friendly.

Sitting down cross-legged, Wen Changlang put out all the talismans and shouted again, the talisman stand is an important way for him to get rich, so he can't be neglected!

Counting the past two days, he has earned several hundred silver dollars, which is not a small amount of income. In addition to his small treasury, now he can be regarded as an invisible small class. Well, this deep capital is indeed where his fortune lies.

After such careful planning, a few more people came over and bought a few talismans. Wen Changlang couldn't keep up with collecting silver dollars. In the midst of his busy schedule, he saw a dirty hand stretched out in front of him. Inside was a silver dollar.

Wen Changlang waved at him without looking up:

"Ten silver dollars a piece, no credit! No bargaining!"

With a bang, after hearing the sound, the dirty hand threw the silver dollar directly in front of him, and then ran away.

When Wen Wenlang picked up the silver dollar and looked up, he could only see a sackcloth figure, a little broken child, why is this?

Shaking his head, Wen Changlang ignored this little episode, and once again devoted himself to the fun of collecting silver dollars.