Chapter 134 - Chapter 134: Chapter 126: Is He Pretending to be a Pig to Eat a Tiger? (Seeking Subscriptions)_2 (1/2)
Chapter 134: Chapter 126: Is He Pretending to be a Pig to Eat a Tiger? (Seeking Subscriptions)_2
“`
“Was it you who called the police?”
Liu Qing immediately cast her gaze on President Li, her eyes filled with rage, even flashing a hint of chilling coldness.
President Li’s complexion was incredibly unsightly, and he quickly shook his head, speaking with a sobbing tone, “Sister Liu, it definitely wasn’t me who called the police!”
“Only you, I, and Old Wolf knew about this. Who else could it be?” Liu Qing furrowed her brows tightly, her expression darkening.
“Could it be Lin Chuan, that kid?” Liu Qing’s pupils suddenly constricted.
“Impossible! He’s at home counting money right now!” President Li hastily said.
“We need to think of a way to escape!” In the midst of panic, Liu Qing made a split-second decision.
However, the whole Green Leaf Ceramic Factory was already surrounded by the Anling Criminal Police Brigade and anti-fraud police, leaving no way out.
Let alone two big players escaping.
Even if a fly showed up, it would have to obediently put its hands on its head and squat down, waiting for interrogation.
Outside the ceramic factory office, the flashlights were still flickering, and the sound of alarms was particularly clear in the quiet night sky, incessantly pouring into the ears of Liu Qing and President Li.
Their hearts grew increasingly uneasy.
“You are surrounded. Don’t struggle in vain. Hands on your head, squat down!”
Bang!
The door to the office was broken open, and a piercing voice came in.
Shen Qianqian held the gun with both hands, pressing it against Liu Qing’s head, while another officer quickly cuffed her hands.
President Li was treated similarly.
During that night’s operation, the Anling police had arrested the three leaders and some so-called associates, successfully closing the case.
…
“Name.”
“Liu Qing.”
“Gender.”
“Female.”
“Occupation.”
“Antique dealer.”
In the interrogation room, Shen Qianqian, dressed in a clean and tidy police uniform, tied up in a high ponytail, her countenance coldly fixated on the woman in front of her wearing a purple cheongsam: “Just antique dealing?”
“Yes, I’ve always been engaged in the trade of antique items. I surveyed the Anling Antique Market a while ago and found it very promising, so I thought about developing in Anling.”
Sitting on the cold interrogation bench in the room, Liu Qing attempted to conceal the truth.
On the way back to the police station after being arrested, she had been silent, pondering which link had gone wrong, leading to the Anling Police’s significant arrest operation.
She had yet to come up with an answer.
Besides, she was also considering whether the police had any evidence in their hands against her.
But, thinking it over and over, she still had no answer.
In her eyes, this arrest operation was too peculiar, like it had descended out of nowhere.
Was it a coincidence?
Or was it Old Wolf who had led the police here, so she was incidentally brought back for investigation?
It was very possible!
“Other than antiques, have you not engaged in any other industries?” Shen Qianqian questioned at a leisurely pace.
“No.”
Liu Qing shook her head.
“Have you had any business dealings with the Old Street Factory District in the Myanmar area?” Shen Qianqian’s gaze sharpened as she watched Liu Qing and asked.
Liu Qing was startled inside, but she maintained a calm façade and shook her head again in denial, “I haven’t heard about the Old Street Factory District in the Myanmar area.”
“Is that so?”
Shen Qianqian suddenly curled her lips, smiling faintly, and placed an A4 paper in front of Liu Qing.
Liu Qing looked down and her face instantly stiffened.
On the paper were recorded her numerous contacts with the factory district in Myanmar.
“Are you sure you’ve never heard of the Old Street Factory District in the Myanmar area?”
Shen Qianqian asked again.
Liu Qing looked up into Shen Qianqian’s eyes, feeling an overwhelming pressure, and the ice-cold walls around her seemed to nibble at her skin like little insects.
That contact record felt like a bomb placed before her, ready to ignite at any moment.
She gritted her teeth, “I’ve never heard of it, some overseas customers need to order some ceramic antiques, and I can’t distinguish what factory district they are from.”
Shen Qianqian didn’t seem troubled by Liu Qing’s refusal to acknowledge, went back to the table to get another piece of A4 paper, laid it in front of Liu Qing and with a blink, inquired, “How about now, have you heard of it now?”
Liu Qing looked at the content on this A4 paper.