An Ning brought the police to the town's supply and marketing cooperative. When Zhu JianShe was led downstairs by the officers, his heart skipped a beat the moment he saw her.
'How is she here?'
An Ning had simply left too deep an impression on him.
"Zhu JianShe, correct? We've received a report that you've committed fraud. Come with us to the police station."
"How is that possible? I'm the manager of the supply and marketing cooperative. How could I possibly commit fraud!"
Of course, Zhu JianShe couldn't admit it. He flatly denied the accusation, his voice booming, showing no sign of guilt.
"Officers, there must be some misunderstanding. I'm willing to cooperate with the investigation, but you can't make accusations like that."
Zhu JianShe spoke with such earnestness that for a moment, a few of the onlookers were actually convinced.
