Although Zhou Qiqi has only set up a stall twice in this small market, she has already become the focus of everyone's attention.
Putting everything else aside, just the fact that she got rid of that troublesome Ran Hongxia made everyone feel incredibly happy.
Furthermore, the clothes on her stall were all unique in style and very attractive.
Furthermore, her unique business model, which involves clearly marked prices and no bargaining, not only makes it convenient for customers to buy but also saves vendors the trouble of haggling.
Many stall owners are now following suit.
As soon as she arrived, many people eagerly looked in her direction, hoping to see what rare and unusual items she had brought today.
The sock lady and the men's clothing lady who had set up their stall next to Zhou Qiqi last time have been setting up their stall here regularly ever since.
The two had been looking forward to Zhou Qiqi's return and even made a bet about it.
Upon seeing her, his eyes lit up, his face lit up with joy, and he couldn't wait to greet her.
But who would have thought that before they could even speak, several men in police uniforms strode over and, with stern faces, ordered Zhou Qiqi to come with them.
In the 1980s, people were simple and honest, and they rarely had any dealings with the police. In addition, due to the previous crackdowns, most people were afraid of the police.
In the eyes of the public, anyone who is associated with the police is not a good person.
Upon seeing Zhou Qiqi surrounded by the police, the crowd immediately stirred, with whispers rising and falling.
Some people looked puzzled.
"What did the owner of Qiqi Fashion stall do wrong? How did she get involved with the police...?"
"The young lady is a very nice person; it must be a misunderstanding..."
Some people spoke with a sour tone, tinged with jealousy.
"Judging from her appearance, she doesn't seem like a docile person, and her clothes are so expensive."
"She's so beautiful, could it be that she was a mistress and got sued...?"
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Regardless of what people speculate, being confronted by the police is definitely not a good thing.
The woman selling socks and the woman dressed in men's clothing exchanged a glance, their faces showing hesitation, but in the end they didn't dare to step forward.
Only Sister Zhao, who pulled the donkey cart, stood in front of Zhou Qiqi, her fists clenched tightly and her steps trembling slightly, her voice shaking slightly.
"Officers, are you sure you've made a mistake? Qiqi isn't a bad person!"
Zhou Qiqi felt a surge of warmth in her heart as she watched Sister Zhao, who was clearly terrified and whose arms were trembling uncontrollably, still trying to protect her.
She reached out and gently patted Sister Zhao's shoulder in a soft voice.
"It's alright, big sister, let me do it."
She remained calm and composed, speaking as if the situation before her was insignificant.
Sister Zhao nodded and subconsciously reached for the whip tied around her waist.
Zhou Qiqi looked at the two police officers in the lead with a friendly smile, neither humble nor arrogant.
"Excuse me, sirs, may I see your identification?"
"Identity documents?"
This question startled both police officers.
Normally, everyone who sees them is respectful and somewhat afraid, but this person not only showed no fear, but even dared to ask them for their identification.
The young police officer's face instantly darkened, and his tone became unfriendly.
"You're a criminal suspect, and you're asking us for identification? How arrogant! Don't you recognize our clothes? Aren't you coming with us?"
The older police officer next to him quickly reached out to stop him, and then gave Zhou Qiqi a kind smile.
"Hey, show your ID first, then ask questions. That's the rule, it should be done. The young lady's request is perfectly reasonable."
As he spoke, he deftly pulled his work ID from his shirt pocket and handed it over.
Although the young officer was reluctant, he had no choice but to take out his identification at the prompting of the older officer.
Zhou Qiqi examined the document with exceptional care, carefully checking the red plastic cover, the badge on the cover, the photos inside, and other information. Only after confirming that everything was correct did she smile and hand the document back.
"Officer Tan, Officer Huang, everything's alright now, thank you."
After the two had put away their documents, she took the initiative to ask a question, her voice loud and clear, showing no timidity whatsoever.
"I would like to ask, Officer Huang referred to me as a criminal suspect. Does that mean there is a specific case for which I have been summoned? What crime am I suspected of?"
That's a professional and clear question.
Officer Huang was used to using words like "police officer" and "criminal suspect" to scare people, bluffing to save time. Ordinary people would cooperate obediently once they were scared.
In reality, a summons warrant must be presented to summon a criminal suspect.
If Zhou Qiqi insists, they really can't afford it, and there's no way to actually take her away.
He was speechless for a moment, unsure how to answer. He mumbled a few words but remained silent.
Officer Tan, however, maintained his smile and waved his hand.
"No, no, it's not as serious as a summons. It's just that there's a problem with the clothes you sold before, and someone reported it to our bureau. We need you to come over and cooperate with the investigation."
As he spoke, he pointed to the police station not far across the street, his tone amiable.
"It's not far, just across the street, it won't take up much of your time! See if it's convenient for you to come with us."
The two police officers initially had grim faces and sharp eyes, leading everyone around them to believe that Zhou Qiqi had committed a serious crime.
In just a few words, the two men's attitudes changed drastically, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.
"This proprietress actually dares to challenge the police? What's going on?"
However, what everyone was more concerned about was what the police said: there was a problem with the clothes Zhou Qiqi was selling.
Zhou Qiqi, who was at the center of the storm, pondered for a moment and nodded.
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