Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

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"Was it you who called the police?"

Liu Qing immediately cast her gaze on President Li, her eyes filled with rage, even flashing a hint of chilling coldness.

President Li's complexion was incredibly unsightly, and he quickly shook his head, speaking with a sobbing tone, "Sister Liu, it definitely wasn't me who called the police!"

"Only you, I, and Old Wolf knew about this. Who else could it be?" Liu Qing furrowed her brows tightly, her expression darkening.

"Could it be Lin Chuan, that kid?" Liu Qing's pupils suddenly constricted.

"Impossible! He's at home counting money right now!" President Li hastily said.

"We need to think of a way to escape!" In the midst of panic, Liu Qing made a split-second decision.

However, the whole Green Leaf Ceramic Factory was already surrounded by the Anling Criminal Police Brigade and anti-fraud police, leaving no way out.

Let alone two big players escaping.

Even if a fly showed up, it would have to obediently put its hands on its head and squat down, waiting for interrogation.

Outside the ceramic factory office, the flashlights were still flickering, and the sound of alarms was particularly clear in the quiet night sky, incessantly pouring into the ears of Liu Qing and President Li.

Their hearts grew increasingly uneasy.

"You are surrounded. Don't struggle in vain. Hands on your head, squat down!"

Bang!

The door to the office was broken open, and a piercing voice came in.

Shen Qianqian held the gun with both hands, pressing it against Liu Qing's head, while another officer quickly cuffed her hands.

President Li was treated similarly.

During that night's operation, the Anling police had arrested the three leaders and some so-called associates, successfully closing the case.

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"Name."

"Liu Qing."

"Gender."

"Female."

"Occupation."

"Antique dealer."

In the interrogation room, Shen Qianqian, dressed in a clean and tidy police uniform, tied up in a high ponytail, her countenance coldly fixated on the woman in front of her wearing a purple cheongsam: "Just antique dealing?"

"Yes, I've always been engaged in the trade of antique items. I surveyed the Anling Antique Market a while ago and found it very promising, so I thought about developing in Anling."

Sitting on the cold interrogation bench in the room, Liu Qing attempted to conceal the truth.

On the way back to the police station after being arrested, she had been silent, pondering which link had gone wrong, leading to the Anling Police's significant arrest operation.

She had yet to come up with an answer.

Besides, she was also considering whether the police had any evidence in their hands against her.

But, thinking it over and over, she still had no answer.

In her eyes, this arrest operation was too peculiar, like it had descended out of nowhere.

Was it a coincidence?

Or was it Old Wolf who had led the police here, so she was incidentally brought back for investigation?

It was very possible!

"Other than antiques, have you not engaged in any other industries?" Shen Qianqian questioned at a leisurely pace.

"No."

Liu Qing shook her head.

"Have you had any business dealings with the Old Street Factory District in the Myanmar area?" Shen Qianqian's gaze sharpened as she watched Liu Qing and asked.

Liu Qing was startled inside, but she maintained a calm façade and shook her head again in denial, "I haven't heard about the Old Street Factory District in the Myanmar area."

"Is that so?"

Shen Qianqian suddenly curled her lips, smiling faintly, and placed an A4 paper in front of Liu Qing.

Liu Qing looked down and her face instantly stiffened.

On the paper were recorded her numerous contacts with the factory district in Myanmar.

"Are you sure you've never heard of the Old Street Factory District in the Myanmar area?"

Shen Qianqian asked again.

Liu Qing looked up into Shen Qianqian's eyes, feeling an overwhelming pressure, and the ice-cold walls around her seemed to nibble at her skin like little insects.

That contact record felt like a bomb placed before her, ready to ignite at any moment.

She gritted her teeth, "I've never heard of it, some overseas customers need to order some ceramic antiques, and I can't distinguish what factory district they are from."

Shen Qianqian didn't seem troubled by Liu Qing's refusal to acknowledge, went back to the table to get another piece of A4 paper, laid it in front of Liu Qing and with a blink, inquired, "How about now, have you heard of it now?"

Liu Qing looked at the content on this A4 paper.

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Suddenly!

Her pupils shrank abruptly!

The paper shockingly recorded the facts of her numerous money laundering activities for the Old Street Factory District in the Myanmar area, as well as the text version of her phone calls with the Old Street Factory District.

It detailed the antiques she auctioned and the revenue she received.

She suddenly realized that this capture operation by the Anling Police was not instigated by Old Wolf, but was targeting her!

"You can keep silent, but take a look at these as well," Shen Qianqian brought another A4 paper and placed it in front of her.

This piece of paper recorded the antique frauds she had perpetrated in the past two years.

The paper listed the relevant information of the victims and the amounts defrauded.

Liu Qing swallowed hard, her eyes, somewhat murky, filled with disbelief.

The three A4 papers Shen Qianqian placed in front of her made her feel stripped bare.

Yes, that was the feeling.

She suddenly felt as though there was not a single secret left on her, all her criminal records were exposed!

But Liu Qing's brow was tightly furrowed.

What she didn't understand was how the Anling Police could have found so much detailed information about her?

"Are you ready to confess now?" Shen Qianqian looked at Liu Qing with a smile and asked.

For the first time, she felt that interrogation was such an easy task, with all the information clear and the naked evidence laid out in front, making it impossible for the suspect to refute.

"Can I ask a question?"

Liu Qing took a deep breath and suddenly asked.

"Go ahead," Shen Qianqian nodded.

"Who gave you these materials?" Liu Qing asked, raising her eyes to look at Shen Qianqian.

"No comment."

Shen Qianqian immediately refused, protecting the source of their material.

Liu Qing fell silent, her mind spinning rapidly, sifting through people she might have offended recently and those who might have investigated her.

She had made a clean sweep of previous scams.

Lately, she had been focusing all her efforts on the antique fraud targeting Zhang De from Happiness Community, even becoming his girlfriend.

Could it be... Did Zhang De discover the Antique Scam, so he investigated me?

That's what Liu Qing thought.

But the next second, she shook her head, discarding the thought; considering Old Zhang's intelligence, he couldn't even see through the Antique Scam, much less investigate her criminal record.

Zhang De's daughter, Zhang?

Another candidate flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed this thought as well. She had dealt with Zhang a few times; Zhang was assertive but not overly so and relied more on her boyfriend.

Lin Chuan?

Lin Chuan!

When that name appeared in her mind, she startled, suddenly piecing the whole thing together!

Lin Chuan was not an antique newbie!

How could a newbie score something like 'Fengtian One Tael' right off the bat?

Moreover, tonight at seven o'clock, she had planned to hand over 'Fengtian One Tael' to Old Wolf, and it was precisely then that the police made their move to capture him.

Now it seemed that the 'Fengtian One Tael' was more like a trap.

A trap especially designed for her in this Antique Scam!

And the architect and planner of this trap was Lin Chuan.

Yes, he wasn't a newbie in antiques, he pretended to be a newcomer!

He had fooled everyone!

Plus, he had started his own Network Security Company, so his computer skills must be outstanding; these materials were likely provided by him!

Thinking this, Liu Qing's brows were almost twisted together.

"I know who it is,"

Liu Qing suddenly looked at Shen Qianqian and started speaking.

Shen Qianqian's face paused, turning back to Liu Qing, wanting to see what trick Liu Qing was planning.

At that moment, Liu Qing met Shen Qianqian's gaze and said word by word, "These materials were provided by Lin Chuan, right?"

"Does it matter who brought them?"

Shen Qianqian hesitated for a moment, her brows slightly furrowed.

Liu Qing slumped on the cold tiger bench, a trace of desolation emerged in her eyes, and she murmurred:

"I've set up scams for years, only to fall into a trap set by a kid without even noticing."

"I'm so stupid, really. I only knew that he had no knowledge in antiques..."