1:57 pm.
Zhuang Zhou drove to the municipal police station with Meng Xuan.
As soon as I got off the car, I saw Lin Yuan waiting at the door.
I didn't expect him to be a young man. He looked about the same age as me.
Zhuang Zhou stepped forward and extended his hand:
"Hello, Officer Lin!"
Lin Yuan nodded and shook hands with Zhuang Zhou:
"Hello, Mr. Zhuang. Please follow me."
Zhuang Zhou followed Lin Yuan into the police station and came to an interrogation room.
There was already a staff member inside.
"Can I come?"
Meng Xuan interrupted and asked a question at this time.
"Of course not!"
Lin Yuan refused immediately, and then said:
"By the way, it's best to give your phone to her for safekeeping!"
Zhuang Zhou still knows this.
Generally, you can bring your mobile phone.
However, in order to avoid interfering with the recording of the confession, you will be asked to turn off the phone.
Or temporarily handed over for safekeeping.
Since Meng Xuan couldn't go in, Zhuang Zhou simply gave her the phone.
Let her find a place outside to wait.
Just then, the cell phone rang.
Zhuang Zhou asked, "Who is it?"
Meng Xuan glanced at the phone screen and replied:
"It shows Mr. Hou!"
Hmm, why is Mr. Hou calling?
Zhuang Zhou glanced at Lin Yuan and said:
"Can I take a call first?"
"Why? Is it important?"
"Yes, I don't want to delay business matters!"
"That's fine! Come in after you finish answering it!"
It was just a verbal summons, so the attitude was naturally very good.
Zhuang Zhou responded with an "OK" and took the phone that Meng Xuan handed to him.
Pressed the answer button:
"Hello, is this Brother Zhuang?"
The other party asked tentatively first.
Zhuang Zhou replied, "It's me. Mr. Hou, what's going on?"
"Where are you now?"
Zhuang Zhou said truthfully, "At the Municipal Bureau."
"Oh, is it convenient to talk?"
Zhuang Zhou held the phone and signaled to Meng Xuan with his eyes that he was going out to answer the call.
Meng Xuan understood what was going on, so she nodded and said nothing.
Zhuang Zhou slowly walked to the corridor outside and found a secluded corner.
"It's convenient now, what's wrong?"
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Hou instructed:
"I've heard about your situation, and I've asked someone about it.
Don't worry, it's not as serious as you think."
"Thank you, Mr. Hou, for your concern!"
Zhuang Zhou was still very polite.
"Why are you thanking me? I'm calling to tell you that when you're recording your statement later, you must say that the Twelve Dead Golden Dragons are replicas."
Zhuang Zhou didn't expect that Mr. Hou's instructions were the same as what Meng Tianxiang said.
But this is indeed the only way.
"Okay, I'll remember that!"
"Also, you have to remember, if they ask you about your bank statements, do you know how to answer?"
This is a problem that Zhuang Zhou cannot avoid.
You can find it by simply checking the bank statement.
"Please teach me, Mr. Hou?"
Mr. Hou coughed twice and said:
“You just have to remember that these are all transfers you make as a business.
To check bank statements, you must have authorization, otherwise personal information is protected by law."
Zhuang Zhou understood now and said quickly:
"Okay, I'll remember that!"
After chatting for a few more words, Mr. Hou finally gave an exhortation:
"There's one more thing you need to remember. Regarding the Twelve Golden Dragons, you could say you obtained them by accident and don't know their true value.
If it is truly a national cultural relic, you can offer to donate it to the country unconditionally."
“???”
Now it was Zhuang Zhou's turn to be dumbfounded!
Donate to the country?
That’s tens of millions!
Seeing that Zhuang Zhou did not answer, Mr. Hou asked with concern on the other end of the phone:
"Brother Zhuang, there are ways to make money, knowing what you should and shouldn't earn.
How to make money and how to spend money are both a science!"
Zhuang Zhou no longer hesitated and replied immediately:
"Okay, Mr. Hou, I'll remember that!"
Hang up the phone.
Zhuang Zhou handed the phone to Meng Xuan, said a word of comfort, and went into the interrogation room.
"Mr. Zhuang, please take a seat!"
Lin Yuan gestured for Zhuang Zhou to sit down, then showed his ID and began questioning him.
"Name?"
"Zhuang Zhou."
"gender?"
Zhuang Zhou was stunned for a moment. Isn’t this obvious?
I used to encounter this kind of situation all the time when watching TV.
You clearly know the gender, but you still insist on asking.
Zhuang Zhou didn't know why, so he could only answer truthfully:
"male."
"age?"
"twenty three."
“…”
Zhuang Zhou answered Lin Yuan's questions one by one, and someone next to him took notes.
"Next, let's talk about the Twelve Golden Dragons, shall we?"
Zhuang Zhou told the whole story.
Mainly based on what was mentioned in the previous conversation with Meng Tianxiang, he insisted that this was a replica.
Rather than banning the photography of cultural relics.
After listening to Zhuang Zhou's narration, Lin Yuan couldn't help but frown:
"You said it was just a replica?"
"Yes."
“Is there a certificate from an appraisal agency?”
“Not at this time.”
Then, Zhuang Zhou told them that he had authorized the transportation of the golden dragon back to the Qingdu Cultural Relics Bureau.
"Ship it back? Does that mean you're not planning on putting it up for auction?"
Zhuang Zhou was speechless.
There are already restrictions in place, so what's the point of filming?
"I'm not going to film it anymore. Since the Twelve Golden Dragons are so important, I'm going to donate them to the country."
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