Guo Xiaoyong stamped his foot and said, "If it were just for my own consumption, that would be fine, but this tea is for Mr. Nie Rong, the richest man in China who is visiting the mainland. Regardless of whether he accepts it or not, the taste must be the best."
Upon hearing this, the female boss glanced at Nie Rong sideways, her eyes making Nie Rong's heart pound.
Although he didn't know President Guo or think much of the female boss, at this moment, he felt a kind of old emperor or tyrant-like joy, and he suddenly took a liking to both of them. And if nothing unexpected happened, neither Chen Rou, Nie Zhao, nor Liang Lisheng could change his opinion.
But if nothing unexpected happens, then something unexpected is about to happen.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded outside the store. When everyone turned around, Director Zhao of the Public Security Bureau was at the door, with a policeman beside him holding a dog. As soon as the leash was loosened, the dog rushed in, jumped up and bit General Manager Guo.
Mr. Guo had an oil paper package in his hand, the contents of which he did not know. When he saw the dog carrying the package, he let go of it and smiled as he shook Director Zhao's hand: "Director Zhao, what brings you here?"
Director Zhao also felt something was off, because President Guo was an old acquaintance of his, but with so many police officers watching, and reporters outside, and even the richest man and his daughter-in-law inside the store, what could he say?
He asked the police officer inspecting the items, "What are these things?"
The police officer looked up and said, "Reporting to the chief, it's marijuana, a whole bag of marijuana."
Because marijuana is not banned in Hong Kong, Nie Rong didn't think much of it, but Liang Lisheng said, "In mainland China, marijuana is a drug."
You see, once the police arrived, the reporters stopped hiding, especially the Hong Kong reporters. They had long heard that the mainland was very strict about drug control, and as long as they weren't addicts, those in the drug business naturally felt that the stricter the official control, the better. So the reporters stopped pretending and all rushed in.
The shutter clicked rapidly, and a reporter asked, "Excuse me, police officer, are you making an arrest?"
Director Zhao was blinded by the flashing lights. He was about to leave because he wasn't good with words, but just as he was about to turn around, Chen Rou nudged him and whispered, "Why don't you tell us?"
A female reporter from Hong Kong said, "Yes, tell me, what kind of things does the police do about cases of marijuana possession?"
A male reporter said, "In mainland China, marijuana is also considered a drug. Will this gentleman be arrested?"
At the same time, Minister Guo squeezed in and asked loudly, "What happened?"
Looking at Director Zhao again, he asked, "Old Zhao, what's going on? There are so many reporters outside, not only from Hong Kong, but also from Taiwan, and it seems there are even some from Japan and South Korea. What exactly are you doing?"
Director Zhao hadn't intended to frame Minister Guo; he was simply handling official business. Since Minister Guo was preventing him from leaving, a thought suddenly struck him, and he asked General Manager Guo Xiaoyong, "General Manager Guo, that's nearly 200 grams of marijuana. Who gave it to you?"
Guo Xiaoyong was also confused. He looked at his brother and said, "My brother gave it to me. What's wrong with that?"
Possessing 200 grams of marijuana carries a minimum sentence of ten years. In addition, there have been rumors in recent years that the mainland is chaotic and unstable, and the crackdown policy is still in effect. What if foreign journalists discover drug trafficking but the police are not investigating thoroughly enough? What if the journalists expose it and it reaches the ears of the higher-ups?
Firstly, it was to convey to reporters the strictness of the laws on the mainland. Secondly, given the current situation, no matter how high your official rank or how powerful your background, if you are involved with drugs, it won't work.
So Director Zhao waved his hand and said, "Take them both away!"
When Minister Guo saw that the police had even arrested him, he became furious: "Old Zhao, what are you doing? I hold a position and I have important work to do. You can't afford to delay my work by detaining me like this."
Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, "He's a leader in the Taiwan Affairs Office! Who does the police think they are, daring to arrest him?"
Song Yuanchao sensed something was wrong, turned around, and saw Wan Daozai standing in the crowd.
He roughly understood what was going on.
The crowd outside the door grew larger and larger. Merchants from the entire market squeezed in, peering out to see the police arresting people and also to see what the richest man looked like. Even the urban management officers, having heard that Minister Guo was in trouble, all came over. Under these circumstances, of course, they had to leave.
Song Yuanchao scouted around first and found that he could also leave from the back. So he called Secretary An and told him to take A-Kuan, A-Yao and other bodyguards into the market immediately, while he escorted Nie Rong out through the back door.
Chen Rou and Liang Lisheng followed closely behind.
But as the group was walking, the female boss chased after them, calling out, "Mr. Nie, Mr. Nie!"
Nie Rong was also afraid of death. He had been walking very fast, but then he stopped abruptly and asked, "What's wrong?"
The female shop owner handed over a business card: "If you need tea, please give me a call."
Song Yuanchao took the business card, nudged the old man, and was about to leave when the female boss asked again, "Could I have your phone number?"
Nie Rong wanted to give it to him, but Song Yuanchao picked him up like a chick and ran away!
Let's go back to what we were talking about earlier.
Reporters were snapping photos, and someone asked, "Director Zhao, you're not really going to arrest Director Guo, are you?"
Others bluntly said, "He's a leader, so even if he really did sell drugs, it wouldn't matter, right?"
Normally it would be fine, but there are international friends here, and countries like Japan and South Korea love to talk about the mainland's authoritarianism, authoritarianism, and lack of human rights. Besides, Chen Rou just specifically asked Director Zhao to make a statement.
She went out from the back, but didn't leave; instead, she stood on the periphery of the crowd.
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