"You mean, Zheng Yu, got those clothes from Feng Lan?" Yan Shaojun's face turned pale, and his hands clenched into fists were trembling slightly. .
"Yes." Zhou Wensheng took a puff of cigarette and nodded.
"Is Feng Lan planning all this behind the scenes?!" Yan Shaojun's back molars squeaked.
"No, no, no, it's not her." Zhou Wensheng put out the cigarette butt, shook his head slightly, and denied Yan Shaojun's words, "She is just a chess piece."
"Who is that person standing behind her?" Yan Shaojun's eyes were so angry that they were about to spit out fire.
"Then I have to ask you, or Chairman Han." Zhou Wensheng raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Yan Shaojun calmly.
"What do you mean?" Yan Shaojun's face turned livid instantly.
"On the second floor of the Pearl Department Store, five or six women's clothing stores suddenly started to collectively renovate and upgrade their stores. Mr. Yan must have heard about this, right?"
Before Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, Wang Bin beside him cooperated and showed the photos of the scene taken at that time.
"I...how did I know." Looking at the photo of a city surrounded by poems and paintings, Yan Shaojun felt a little panic in his heart.
"That's Weiwei's property...how did I know..." Yan Shaojun tried his best to hide his panic, "Besides, the upgrade and decoration of the store are their own business, how did we know..."
"Mr. Yan doesn't seem to be worried that One City One Poetry and Painting will destroy some important clues due to decoration." Zhou Wensheng interrupted Yan Shaojun with a leisurely smile.
"What do you mean?" Yan Shaojun was stunned when he heard this, and then a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.
"Or is it that Mr. Yan actually hopes to destroy some important clues?" Zhou Wensheng's thoughtful eyes wandered over Yan Shaojun's face.
"I don't understand what you're talking about!" Yan Shaojun glared at Zhou Wensheng and muttered.
"Then let's change the topic." Facing Yan Shaojun's "showing off", Zhou Wensheng didn't feel the slightest displeasure. He smiled and motioned to Wang Bin to take out another photo.
"This is a brooch we found behind the safe passage door on top of the Sunshine Garden. Mr. Yan, take a look. Do you recognize it?"
The photo is Song Qiao’s black heart coneflower brooch!
Yan Shaojun glanced at the photo: "I don't know him!"
"Mr. Yan, let me remind you that you will be legally responsible for lying to the police~" Zhou Wensheng tapped his slender fingers on the table and reminded.
"Binzi, send the photo to Mr. Yan so that Mr. Yan can take a closer look." Zhou Wensheng said with a smile.
Yan Shaojun's hand that took the photo was trembling.
"Mr. Yan still can't remember?" Zhou Wensheng smiled and took out a box of matches, struck it without haste, lit a cigarette, and continued, "Young people often forget things. I will mention it to Mr. Yan. Wake up. 'Yu Guang' National Documentary Photography Competition. According to our investigation, your Yan Group is the largest sponsor of this photography competition, and you yourself attended the awards night and delivered a congratulatory message."
"I...I want to think about it, I want to think about it..." Yan Shaojun lowered his eyes, but the panic in his eyes still flowed out from the corners of his eyes.
"Yes, yes, I remembered!" After a moment, Yan Shaojun gathered his emotions, raised his head again, and met Zhou Wensheng's eyes, "I remembered, this is the award-winning medal at that time! And only the first prize was won Only the winners! That winner seems to be called...called..."
"Song Qiao." Zhou Wensheng said softly.
"Yes! That's the name!" Yan Shaojun shouted excitedly.
"Yan Shaojun." Zhou Wensheng suppressed his smile and said coldly, "You like acting so much, why don't you go to Hengdian to join the crew? Song Qiao and you are schoolmates, one grade below you. When you were in school, you had a very close relationship. Better than usual! I heard that you planned many activities together at that time, and you even praised his ability in public, saying that after he graduates, you must invite him to join the Yan Group..."
"Fart!" Yan Shaojun suddenly interrupted Zhou Wensheng angrily, "Even if I were blind, I wouldn't think highly of him! Every day, just because I know how to take pictures, I just follow me around like a follower. Let’s eat and drink! If I hadn’t given him money to change equipment, he would have been relying on the three melons and two dates in his pocket. Still want to take up photography? Let’s go and dream of his spring and autumn dream!”
"So, you admit that you gave Song Qiao the money to buy photography equipment?" Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
"I..." Yan Shaojun was stunned for a moment, then quickly covered up the anger on his face and stammered, "I did it so that he could give us better results!"
"Then since he wants your money and you want his photography skills, and you both get what you need, why are you so resentful of him now?" Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes of his cigarette and raised his eyebrows at Yan Shaojun. said.
"He..." Yan Shaojun hesitated for a moment.
Zhou Wensheng's questions did not follow the routine at all. Such questions made Yan Shaojun, who had not slept all night, feel extremely tired.
All the previous preparations were completely disrupted, so chaotic that Yan Shaojun was unable to piece together a reasonable answer in a short period of time.
"Did he do anything to feel sorry for you?" Zhou Wensheng's eyes were hidden behind the smoke, and he couldn't clearly see the emotions inside.
"He..." Yan Shaojun frowned imperceptibly, "He secretly photographed Weiwei!"
"Oh?" Zhou Wensheng was like a child who discovered a new toy, his eyes filled with excitement that could not be concealed, "Did you discover it?"
"I...I just noticed that he would appear next to Weiwei many times, with a camera hanging on his chest...so...so I guess that the person Weiwei said was following her is probably Song Qiao..." Yan Shaojun His brain was working rapidly, desperately organizing language and weaving stories.
"Oh," Zhou Wensheng nodded, "That means you have noticed Song Qiao appearing next to Mrs. Yan many times. Did you go and ask him?"
"Ask him?" Yan Shaojun snorted and said, "When I found him for the third time, I beat him, and I will beat him every time I see him."
"He has been beaten, why does he keep showing up next to you again?" Zhou Wensheng asked after taking a breath of cigarette.
"Take people's money and do things for them," Yan Shaojun blurted out.
"Did Song Qiao tell you?" Zhou Wensheng chuckled.
"I...I guessed..." Yan Shaojun's eyes became evasive again.
"Excuse me, Mr. Yan, please guess again, who ordered Song Qiao?"
"How did I know this!" Faced with Zhou Wensheng's increasingly unserious questions, Yan Shaojun became more and more angry.
"Oh, then I understand. What Mr. Yan means is that you discovered Song Qiao's candid photos and gave him a beating warning. After that, Song Qiao still followed and secretly took photos. Mr. Yan suspected that Song Qiao was instigated by someone else, right? .”
"Yes!" Yan Shaojun replied after thinking for a while.
"Then I would like to ask Mr. Yan to see another photo."
"It's fun to dig a hole and fill it in the crematorium... These chapters will complete Han Weiwei's case. In order to match all the previous clues, I have to get it right little by little, so the update will lag... Please read it. Wait patiently [expression]"
