"Bang!"

The door to the detention cell was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of the door hitting the wall was as if someone had kicked it open from the outside.

"Feng Bin, panicked, did you let the wolf chase you?" The fat policeman frowned and looked at the little policeman surnamed Feng and scolded.

"Ding-Ding, you come, come on."

"What's wrong?" The fat policeman frowned, and followed Feng Bin out of the detention room.

"Let you check that kid's information, what did you find?" The fat policeman asked in a deep voice, looking at Feng Bin's expression, he felt like he had stepped on a landmine.

"Team D." After taking a few breaths, Feng Bin handed the two pieces of paper he had just printed out in his hand to the fat policeman and said. "Let's take a look, we've hit the jackpot this time."

The fat policeman didn't speak, took the two pieces of paper and looked at them carefully, the more he looked at it, the tighter his brows wrinkled, his face was also uncertain, and layers of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, no matter how he wiped it, the beads of sweat seemed to be wiped off forever, and in less than a minute, the whole person was soaked with sweat.

Seeing the fat policeman's expression, Feng Bin knew that this time the game was going to be over, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

Grandma's, I'm just an intern, why the hell is such a thing? Feng Bin thought depressedly, he had already scolded the fat policeman's second-class friend in his heart. Hair is small, your second uncle, do you want to find out the identity of the person first? Which of these men and women is easy to mess with?

In addition to Yan Murong's information except for his name and age, all the files are almost confidential, and Su Qingwu is the same, but there are six words "Chairman of Huayuan Group" on the file.

Although he is only a student policeman, as a native of Yanjing, he also knows what the situation is in Yanjing, and the number of officials is like the sesame seeds on the baked cake. His classmates once said that a billboard on the street was overturned and smashed ten people, eight of whom were at the department and bureau level, and the remaining two were retired cadres at the ministerial level.

Therefore, in Yanjing's system, the first thing you have to learn is to have a strong eye, who can be offended, who can't be offended, you have to learn - now it's okay, you can step on people if you want to, and you can step on a small one. It's good now, just pick the biggest one, and the big ones are all up to the sky.

Who is Su Qingwu? is not only the chairman of Huayuan Group, the three major consortia in China, but also known as the first beauty in Yanjing, just some time ago, this goddess in the dreams of countless men got married, married to a man named Yan Murong - looked at the ID card in his hand, the man wearing a cheap sportswear happened to be called Yan Murong.

It turns out that they are really husband and wife, Feng Bin thought.

"Team D, what should I do?" Seeing that his captain was shaking around with fat all over his body, Feng Bin asked in a low voice.

"What to do? yes, what should I do? The fat cop muttered to himself, then took the phone out of his pocket with his trembling hand, and when the phone was connected, he yelled. Zhang Xiaosan, my ** ancestor, do you know that you killed me? ”

Listening to his captain's roaring voice recalling in the quiet corridor, Feng Bin couldn't help but shudder-grandma's, brother really brought it out.

Angry at the phone, the fat cop leaned against the wall and began to gasp for air, as if the roar had made him run out of oxygen in his lungs.

Until he was panting, he snatched Yan Murong and Su Qingwu's ID cards from Feng Bin's hands and said in a deep voice. "If you still want to live, come in with me and apologize." After saying that, he tidied up his somewhat messy police uniform, pushed open the door of the detention room and walked in. Only Feng Bin was left smiling wryly - your grandmother's, Lao Tzu is a student, who is to provoke whom? Didn't I just go with you to sweep the yellow twice, why did you have such a big deal?

In the detention room, Yan Murong still had that smiling expression, looking at the fat policeman standing in front of him sweating profusely, he knew that the information he and Su Qingwu must have startled this girl.

"Done?" Yan Murong asked with a smile on his face.

"Check—checked." The fat policeman said as he hunched over while wiping the beads of sweat that kept dripping from his forehead. He didn't even dare to glance at Yan Murong's expression.

"I don't embarrass you." Yan Murong nodded, pointed to the group of men and women who were squatting on the ground with surprised expressions and said. "Can you let them all go now?"

"Yes, yes." The fat policeman nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and quickly waved his hand to Feng Bin, who was standing behind him, signaling him to hurry up and make arrangements.

It wasn't until the couples who were inexplicably implicated were gone that the fat policeman looked at Yan Murong and said with a frightened face. "Mr. Yan, you see-this is a misunderstanding, don't take it to heart."

"I didn't take it to heart." Yan Murong showed a friendly smile that was harmless to humans and animals, and patted the fat policeman's shoulder. "Don't be afraid."

Not afraid? Probably? The fat policeman thought depressedly, if I didn't know your identity, it's better to say, but now that I know, it's hard not to be afraid--he regrets it now, regretting that he returned all the little things that the master taught him untouched. After thinking about it vigorously, he remembered that the first thing his master taught him was: in Yanjing, his eyes must be polished.

"Mr. Yan, then you see-"

"I see?" Yan Murong shook his head. "How to deal with this matter still has to be done, I just went out with my wife to open a room and you dragged me here and stood here for almost an hour, what do you say?"

"I-" The fat policeman had a bitter look on his face, and he couldn't say why. In his heart, he also slandered Yan Murong for a while. Your family is so awesome, your wife is so rich, you open a room and go to a fast hotel, isn't this sincere pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? What's more, I'm not a tiger.

"Embarrassed?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"No, don't be embarrassed." The fat cop shook his head repeatedly.

"It's good not to be embarrassed, since you are not embarrassed, I will not be embarrassed by you, everyone in the province is quite embarrassed."

Yan Murong heard the tongue twister-like words, and the fat policeman's head was about to cramp, but he couldn't say a word.

"Okay, don't put on a dead mother's face here." Yan Murong said impatiently. "I said I wouldn't embarrass you—tell me, who made you trouble?"

"Yes—" The fat cop hesitated.

"Embarrassed?" Yan Murong squinted his eyes and asked.

"No, don't be embarrassed."

Seeing Yan Murong's expression, the fat policeman thought to himself, anyway, the dead Daoist friend is not the poor Dao, so he will say it.

"It was Zhang Xiaosan who told me your address, and he asked me to trouble you."