Sure enough, Ma Shaohua's attitude immediately became much more amiable. After returning the "passport" to Yang Jing, Ma Shaohua asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Yang, did you buy all these things?"
Yang Jing nodded and said, "Yes, I bought all these things today. Although I am a British Chinese, I like our domestic culture very much. You two should be able to understand that what I say is not false. My father taught me Chinese since I was a child, so my Chinese has always been good."
After a pause, Yang Jing continued, "It is precisely because I have always longed for China that I returned to China for the first time. I wanted to see the beautiful scenery of my motherland and do something for it. Coincidentally, when I came to Yanjing yesterday, I heard that there was a ghost market in Panjiayuan today, so I came here and bought these things to collect."
"And you two don't have to worry. I won't take the things I bought out of the country. I'm going to invest in some business in China this time, and maybe I'll settle down in China for a long time, so I'll only keep these things at home in China and won't take them out of the country. I can guarantee you this."
"What are so many people doing gathering at the door?" Lao Xue's loud voice suddenly sounded outside the door. Along with the voice, Lao Xue walked in quickly from outside pushing his bicycle.
When he saw the two policemen, Old Xue, who had been full of vigor just now, suddenly became wilted.
"Hey, isn't this the cavalry? How come you have time to come to my place today?" Old Xue leaned the car against the wall, bowed his head and came over to greet the third-level police superintendent.
Perhaps because of the presence of Yang Jing, a British-Chinese, Officer Ma's tone became much more polite. He smiled and said to Xue Renfa, "Old Xue, our station just received a report that someone in your family is reselling cultural relics, so I brought Xiao Li to take a look."
Xue Renfa's face was clearly filled with anger when he heard this. It was obvious that he could not stand this kind of slander. However, he suppressed his anger and said with a smile, "Captain Ma, how could anyone resell cultural relics here? You know what I do. I bought these things from scrap yards. I have the receipts issued by the yards here."
As he spoke, Old Xue looked at Yang Jing, slapped his forehead and said as if he had suddenly realized something: "Captain Ma, you don't suspect Mr. Yang of reselling cultural relics, do you? Oh, those guys who made random reports didn't understand the situation and called the police. They really deserved it. Mr. Yang and I met at the ghost market in the morning. Mr. Yang bought a few things at the ghost market. Because he had no place to put them, he rented this wing room in my house. Moreover, Mr. Yang also bought all the junk I bought from the scrap yard. Mr. Yang is doing legitimate business. How could he resell cultural relics?"
The cavalryman didn't say anything, but the young police officer named Li Dong beside him suddenly spoke to Yang Jing.
But he didn't speak Chinese, but English. A string of English words came out of the mouth of this young police officer, and it was quite fluent.
As soon as Officer Li spoke English, Yang Jing knew what he meant. It was obvious that the two policemen were very vigilant. After they could not find any problems with their passports, they used this method to test.
Didn't you say you are a British Chinese? Then can you understand what I am saying in English?
Although the two policemen were already 80% convinced when they saw Yang Jing's appearance, after all, this young man had a pair of blue pupils, and Chinese people could not grow pupils of this color. However, they still had to test it.
As soon as Officer Li spoke English, Old Xue was stunned.
Lao Xue usually sets up a stall in the market and has come into contact with foreigners many times, but his English level is only limited to the level of "come if you come, go if you go, nod if you choke, shake your head if you don't", and when he usually communicates with foreigners, he speaks and gestures at the same time. To Lao Xue, the foreign languages spoken by Officer Li are no different from listening to a foreign language.
Instead, Yang Jing stood there with a smile on his face. After Officer Li finished speaking, he smiled and said a lot in English, and his accent was obviously better than Officer Li's.
If Officer Li's English is the kind of Mandarin with a corn stubble flavor, then Yang Jing's English is the Mandarin spoken by a serious news anchor. Although they are both English, everyone can hear the difference between the two.
When Yang Jing said this, Officer Li's face suddenly changed. The English he learned in the police academy was mostly American English. He had never heard of this legendary London accent...
After Yang Jing finished speaking with a smile, he looked at Officer Li quietly, while the young Officer Li had a look of defeat on his face.
"Captain Ma, Mr. Yang's English is absolutely fine. I can guarantee that." Officer Li whispered to the captain beside him, and Captain Ma nodded slightly.
"Mr. Yang, although I believe you are not reselling cultural relics, and I also believe that you are a British Chinese, but as police officers, since we have received a report and dispatched the police, we must have a complete investigation result. So I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, we need to see the things you bought, and you also need to explain how you deal with the things you bought."
Yang Jing spread his hands and said, "That's no problem. The things are all here. However, these things were bought at the ghost market. You must know what the ghost market is like. There are no invoices or purchase agreements for these things, but someone can prove the origin of these things, because before I put them here with Brother Xue, I once deposited them in the duty room of the market."
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