Wang Bin glanced at Zhou Wensheng and sat down again.
"Are you going every week?" Zhou Wensheng took a puff of cigarette and asked quietly.
"It's not every week. If our store doesn't have the style that the eldest lady likes, Mr. Yan will take her to other stores to buy clothes, so she doesn't buy clothes in our store every week." Feng Lan answered carefully and seriously road.
Zhou Wensheng nodded.
This is consistent with what they reported during their investigation.
"Are you familiar with the other stores?" Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes from his cigarette.
"It's familiar but not too familiar." Feng Lan thought for a while and said.
"Glib talk!" Wang Bin slapped his hand on the table, so shocked that Feng Lan almost jumped out of the interrogation chair.
"Really..." Feng Lan almost cried, "Let's say we are not familiar with each other. We are all on the same floor, and we greet each other when we meet. Sometimes we are together during morning meetings, but it is really not familiar. After all, Colleagues are enemies, and those of us who make clothing, especially those like us who specialize in private customization, are afraid of having our designs copied by our peers, so we don’t move around much.”
Zhou Wensheng nodded slightly.
Feng Lan's explanation is reasonable.
"Then have you seen this person?" Zhou Wensheng held up the photo of Zheng Yu after plastic surgery in front of Feng Lan.
Feng Lan glanced at the photo, her body shivered involuntarily, and she said tremblingly: "She is the same person as the girl just now."
"Why don't you think this is Han Weiwei?" Zhou Wensheng put the photo back on the table and asked in confusion.
"She can imitate the face of the eldest lady, but she cannot imitate the temperament and demeanor of the eldest lady."
It's similar, Tang Tang also mentioned it.
It seems that anyone who is familiar with these two people will not mistake them for each other as long as they meet face-to-face.
"How many times has she been here since she became like this?"
"Just once..." Feng Lan narrowed her eyes and recalled carefully.
"How many times!" Wang Bin scolded with a frown.
"Twice at most!" Feng Lan responded hurriedly.
"Aren't you curious when she looks like this?" Zhou Wensheng exhaled a puff of smoke and asked.
"Mr. Yan told me about the arrangements. What right do I, a small store manager, have to be curious about..."
"Don't you girls all like gossip?" Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes from his cigarette, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at Feng Lan with a faint smile on his lips, "You haven't talked in private?"
"Don't dare, don't dare..." Feng Lan shook his head like a rattle, "Mr. Yan specifically confessed that this matter is known to God and the earth, he knows it and I know it, and no third person is allowed to know it." , how dare I discuss it with others in private..."
Zhou Wensheng nodded.
Regarding this point, Feng Lan's two statements were the same, so it seemed that he was not lying.
But since Yan Shaojun does not allow a third party to know, does the person who transferred the money to Feng Lan know about it?
Zhou Wensheng frowned slightly, took a puff of cigarette, glanced at the record in front of Wang Bin, and scratched a mark with his fingernail on the line where Feng Lan mentioned the transfer.
Wang Bin glanced at Zhou Wensheng and nodded lightly.
"We haven't discussed it in private. You should have thought about it secretly, right?" Zhou Wensheng put out the cigarette butt and asked.
"Alas..." Feng Lan sighed, "We have seen this kind of thing so many times that we don't need to think about it in detail. It's just that this girl was kept by Mr. Yan, and then the girl had plastic surgery to look like a young lady in order to please Mr. Yan. ." Feng Lan lowered the corners of his mouth with disdain on his face, but there was a trace of envy in his eyes.
"Are you envious of her?" Zhou Wensheng sneered.
"No...no!" Feng Lan's face changed, "Whose good girl would envy a bitch who interferes in other people's families!"
"But she has lived the life you want, right?" Zhou Wensheng looked into Feng Lan's eyes, paused, and continued, "You don't have to wear the same clothes every day. She wears the same clothes as Han Weiwei, and the food is not bad. If you have money for plastic surgery, someone will pay for all the expenses. If she embraces the big tree of Yan Shaojun, she will save at least ten years of struggle."
"Just her? She deserves it!" Feng Lan had the word "disdain" written all over his face.
"Who does she think she is? After plastic surgery, she looks like a eldest lady, and she is the eldest lady? No matter how beautiful a sparrow is, she can't turn into a phoenix!" Feng Lan's facial features were almost distorted.
"She said she wanted to become Han Weiwei?" Zhou Wensheng's heart suddenly tightened.
"She is overestimating her abilities!" Feng Lan curled her lips.
"What did she say!" Zhou Wensheng exuded the aura of wanting to eat people.
"She...she..." Feng Lan was so shocked by Zhou Wensheng that her breathing became rapid. "She asked me if she looked like Han Weiwei. I asked her why she asked like that. She said she was the most qualified to be Yan Shaojun. Wife, she also said that she will replace Han Weiwei sooner or later..."
Under various psychological offensives, Feng Lan vomited everything he knew about the situation.
Zhou Wensheng's brows also furrowed into a deep frown as Feng Lan confessed.
Obviously, Zheng Yu told Feng Lan that he was the most qualified to be Yan Shaojun's wife, so he must have a "king bomb" in his hand that could control Yan Shaojun.
But now that "Wang Zha" was in hand, why did she choose to commit suicide?
Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but think of his previous speculation - the child in Zheng Yu's belly was most likely Yan Shaojun's!
Perhaps, this is the "king bomb" in Zheng Yu's hands.
So far, almost all the questions have been explained. There is only one last question - why Zheng Yu committed suicide.
"When you met her, did you feel that she was world-weary?" Zhou Wensheng wanted to see if he could find some clues about Feng Lan.
"Her?" Feng Lan was stunned, "She is as proud as a proud peacock. How could she be world-weary!"
"What did you say about her showing off?"
"I said, your face now is almost exactly the same as the eldest lady, but we can still recognize it at a glance. You are not the eldest lady." Feng Lan lowered his head, secretly glanced at Zhou Wensheng's face, paused, and continued. , "She asked me why, and I said, the eldest lady has a temperament that she doesn't have."
"Is she angry?"
Feng Lan shook her head gently and said: "No, I was worried for a moment that I would say the wrong thing and make her unhappy, but she just nodded thoughtfully and left without saying anything. .”
gone.
Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes of his cigarette and fell into deep thought behind the gray-blue smoke.
Zheng Yu underwent plastic surgery to look like Han Weiwei, which was obviously a planned thing.
After the plastic surgery was successful, she revealed to outsiders that she wanted to replace Han Weiwei.
Now it seems that this behavior is not just a simple show off, but also a kind of temptation.
Test the difference between yourself and Han Weiwei.
If she leaves without saying a word, there are two possibilities.
First, she believed that temperament cannot be learned in a short while, so she gave up.
Second, she went back and tried to imitate Han Weiwei's temperament.
wrong!
A thunderbolt flashed through Zhou Wensheng's mind.
There is a third possibility!
She wants to find someone to discuss countermeasures!
Zhou Wensheng was so shocked by his idea that the cigarette ashes fell on the table.
Find someone to discuss countermeasures!
Who to look for?
