"Brother is now at the police station, your psychiatric president is going to sue me, and the police department will let me be interrogated. The gift is brushed up, if my brother squats in the bureau, he won't be able to broadcast it live to you. ”

Zhang Hui held a selfie stick and whispered to the camera of his mobile phone.

On the screen of the mobile phone, it is still the live broadcast room, although the identification of the fake procurement contract has set off a scolding war against Zhang Hui on the Internet, however, his live broadcast room is more popular, and there are more gifts, and the people who eat melons don't know what kind of psychology they have, and they actually set up a support club for him, claiming that they will continue to support him to kill Mu Guang Group.

The darkness of the human heart breeds unscrupulously through the Internet, and the heat represents everything.

Zhang Hui has more than 100,000 fans than before the accident.

He pointed the camera at a figure in the distance: "Let me show you, this is the mentally ill president, you can't see the human appearance, right?" I didn't almost scare Lao Tzu to death that day! I heard that many girls actually think he is sick and cute? Cut, isn't he a little more handsome than his brother......"

Before he finished speaking, it was dark in front of the camera, and the phone was held.

Looking up, a good-looking face appeared in front of me.

How good is it? With Zhang Hui's cultural level, he couldn't help but 'sleep' more than ten sentences in his heart, and almost began to doubt his own orientation.

Sure enough, appearance is the right way, could it be that the girl in his fans said that she was willing to marry this mentally ill president, just this face, she is holding the money to raise it, and it is estimated that they are also willing to raise it.

Mu Jinchen looked at him lightly.

"Forging company seals, counterfeiting signatures, and infringing on portrait rights are punishable by concurrently punishing you with at least five years in prison. Zhang Hui, I know that you are not the mastermind of the whole thing, and you don't need to bear the blame for others, what do you say? ”

His expression was very light, and his voice was very light, as if he was talking to you, and it seemed to be talking to the air, but I don't know why, a layer of cold sweat quickly appeared on Zhang Hui's back.

Why is this psychotic president so evil, as if he knows everything.

He smiled reluctantly.

The policeman came over and said, "Zhang Hui, come here for interrogation." ”

Zhang Hui swallowed his saliva, turned off the live broadcast of his mobile phone, and followed the police to the interrogation room. Mu Jinchen looked at him calmly, as if he wasn't worried at all about whether he would tell the truth.

Coming out of the police station, Jiang Zi, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him: "Mr. Mu, I have been digging as hard as I can on Kang Dawei's side, but Song Qiaozhi has done a good job, and Kang Dawei is really a distant relative of one of the dead and injured migrant workers." ”

Kang Dawei was the one who attacked Mu Jinchen with a dagger that day.

Mu Jinchen bowed: "I expected it." ”

The Jiang family and the Song family, although he had not had deep contact before, he had always heard of it, and the two of them were already known for their lack of leakage, not to mention that the Song family reacted quickly to this matter, and it was indeed not surprising that they could wipe the traces clean.

"That'...... What are you going to do next? ”

Zhang Hui's fake contract was exposed, and although it won back some reputation for Mu Guang and diverted some attention, most people still clung to the question of whether Mu Jinchen was mentally ill.

Mu Jinchen shook his head: "Please Miss Jiang send me the information you found, and I will deal with the rest of the things." Thank you very much. ”

He was distant, polite, and polite.

He faced the light, and his delicate facial features were not hidden, so amazing. But Jiang Zi looked at him, but it was like a layer of fog, he couldn't see through it, he couldn't touch it, it was clear that the person was in front of him, but it seemed to be in the sky.