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Zhang Wei naturally didn't understand what Qin Chuan and Jiang Wenchi were talking about, maybe it was guilt, maybe it was to convince himself, he cried and explained: "I took them to the hospital, they got this terrible disease, and they won't live long .I thought that since someone wanted to buy it and one of them was also sold, it would be better to sell both of them. Get more money back, and the rest of the brothers and sisters can live a better life.”

Jiang Wenchi and Qin Chuan looked at him with indifferent eyes, without saying a word.

Zhang Wei felt guilty after being stared at by them, and finally couldn't help covering his face and sobbing: "Comrade police, I really know that I was wrong. Ever since I sold my brothers and sisters, I have nightmares every night, dreaming that they were killed. Can you help me find them, I am not married anymore, even if I am a bachelor for the rest of my life, as long as they are all safe and sound!"

Qin Chuan: "What are the characteristics of the sister Qin you mentioned?"

Zhang Wei recalled: "She is four or five years older than me, in her early thirties... Oh yes, she has a tattoo of a flower on her arm."

*
The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the velvet curtains into the luxuriously decorated rooms of the clubhouse.

Jing Ke was wearing a black suspender dress with a flower tattoo on her arm. She put a box on the table and opened it. Inside were rows of golden gold bars, which were particularly dazzling under the setting sun.

The middle-aged man who had traded with Cheng Yao before sat across from her, glanced at the money, and asked doubtfully, "What does this mean?"

Jing Ke's voice was hoarse: "I don't need a reason to send money to Mr. Zheng."

The man smiled: "I, Zheng Hongguang, don't accept everyone's money. Where's Cheng Yao?"

Jing Ke also laughed: "Cheng Yao's task of developing drugs has been completed, and Granny Meng sent her family abroad for pleasure."

Zheng Hongguang asked suspiciously, "'Meng Po'? Isn't Cheng Yao your new 'Meng Po'?"

Jing Ke pushed the gold bars to Zheng Hongguang: "We don't need Mr. Zheng to worry about the 'personnel transfer' within our X Group. Mr. Zheng only needs to believe in our sincerity to cooperate with you. No matter who is the 'Meng Po', we will treat you His intentions can only increase but never decrease."

Zheng Hongguang picked up a gold bar and played with it: "Money is the closest thing to the devil among all human inventions. It can remove us from any place other than heaven. But you new 'Meng Po', if you are really sincere, Should you at least sit here and talk to me yourself?"

Jing Ke smiled: "The heart is already here, does it make any difference whether the person is there or not? Mr. Zheng is not the kind of ordinary person who will be trapped by vain etiquette, right?"

Zheng Hongguang chuckled: "Tell me, what else do you want me to do before you push me into hell?"

Jing Ke: "Don't let them continue to investigate the matter of Zhang Huan's family."

Zheng Hongguang frowned speechlessly: "Such a trivial matter, do you still want me to take action?"

Jing Ke: "Take people's money and help them eliminate disasters. We will continue to give you money, and it will only be more than before."

Zheng Hongguang looked at the box of gleaming gold bars. After a while, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hey, Bureau Song, are you free to sit down tonight?"

*
Xinchuan City Bureau, in the director's office, Song Jianxin smiled and answered the phone: "I don't have time, there are a lot of things in the bureau recently. If you have anything to do, just give instructions..."

Song Jianxin listened to the phone, his expression gradually serious, and his brows gradually frowned: "Well, that's fine. That case? Well. I'll think about it."

*
On the other side, Zheng Hongguang hung up the phone proudly.

Jing Ke smiled: "Thank you for your hard work."

Zheng Hongguang waved his hand: "Some small things."

*
Xinchuan Municipal Bureau, in the office of the case brigade, everyone is analyzing the case.

Li Yiran: "This family is too weird. My mother was kidnapped, my father only cared about giving birth, and my elder brother sold my three younger siblings!"

Cao Tianyuan: "I've been a criminal policeman for so many years, but my jaw almost dropped when I heard this kind of thing."

At this moment, Song Jianxin opened the door and walked in.

Everyone was surprised: "Ju Song."

Song Jianxin nodded to everyone and called Qin Chuan: "Team Qin."

After Song Jianxin finished speaking, he stood at the door and did not come in. Qin Chuanhe immediately understood and greeted him.

Song Jianxin said to Qin Chuan in a low voice: "It's been a busy day, and we police officers have to combine work and rest. Let everyone take a rest. You call Xiao Jiang and go out with me to do something."

Qin Chuan frowned suspiciously, and looked back at Jiang Wenchi.

Jiang Wenchi didn't know why, so he walked towards the two of them.

*
Qin Chuan and Jiang Wenchi followed Song Jianxin into a high-end hotel, and a waiter guided them in front.

The hotel is magnificent and can be called carved beams and paintings. The carpets on the corridors are exquisitely crafted and beautifully shaped, and they are quiet and silent when stepped on. It can be seen by Jiang Wenchi, a fake rich second generation who "passes through the rich". Not cheap.

The waiter led the three of them to the door of a private room and knocked softly on the door.

Zheng Hongguang opened the door to greet him, and warmly held Song Jianxin: "Song Bureau is here, and the scorpion is shining."

Song Jianxin: "Mr. Zheng, you're being polite. If you're a prickly pear, other people's houses will be like chicken coops and kennels."

Zheng Hongguang laughed: "Ju Song really knows how to joke."

Song Jianxin: "This is Captain Qin and Xiao Jiang from our Criminal Investigation Detachment's Special Case Brigade."

Zheng Hongguang looked Qin Chuan and Jiang Wenchi up and down: "I have heard of you for a long time, please come in."

A professional bodyguard stood guard at the door, holding an exquisite plate in his hand.Zheng Hongguang took out his mobile phone and put it on the plate, motioning for Song Jianxin and the others.

"Old rules, Bureau Song, don't mind."

Song Jianxin took out his mobile phone and put it on it: "Everyone knows the rules."

Qin Chuan and Jiang Wenchi looked at each other and silently put the phone on the plate.Only then did Zheng Hongguang feel relieved, and invited everyone into the private room.

"please."

Everyone entered the private room, and the table was full of sea ginseng and abalone.The curling smoke rising from the incense burner is elegant and luxurious.

The four of them sat down, and the hotel manager said flatteringly: "Mr. Zheng has a lot of distinguished guests here today, Bureau Song is here."

Zheng Hongguang: "Old Zhang, you must use good wine to entertain guests. Open my two bottles of Moutai from 95."

Manager Zhang: "Okay, Mr. Zheng, only when you come can you drive this year's Moutai."

Zheng Hongguang: "Hey, if you have wine, you have to drink it. Otherwise, what do people want to live for? Like those so-called big leaders, they will tell me to go to their unit restaurant for lunch if they see the sky. Life is hard, haha, what's the matter?" Strong."

Manager Zhang: "You still have prestige and energy. You have invited Bureau Song here today."

Song Jianxin: "I am also in the honor of Mr. Zheng, otherwise how would I have the opportunity to drink Moutai in such a good hotel."

Zheng Hongguang was so coaxed by Song Jianxin's words that he narrowed his eyes and laughed.