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Author: Jing Fatty’s Fatty

"Miss Nan, we meet again."

When Nan Qiao got out of the car, he saw Huang Jianlong who had just left yesterday.

Huang Jianlong was waiting for him at the door. When he saw her getting out of the car, he immediately came over to greet her.

Different from yesterday's politeness, today's words are more respectful.

"Yellow Team."

Huang Jianlong had a smile on his face, "You're welcome, Miss Nan, just call me by my name."

Although he is much older than Miss Nan, now is no longer the time to rank based on age.

Whoever has the ability is the master.

It is obvious that Miss Nan is capable.

Yesterday, he was still worried about human traffickers, and the biggest person in the city called his office.

I asked him politely and asked him to tell me about the new case with his flattered expression.

And told him that the matter had been taken over by the Beijing Police Department.

He was so happy that he didn't care who took over, as long as he got this thing sorted out.

Who would have known that the investigators from Beijing came to the office in the evening and wanted to see Nan Qiao by name.

He originally planned to call Nan Qiao, but they said there was no rush. It was too late now and he could just come back tomorrow.

There's nothing else he doesn't understand.

Nan Qiao is simply a noble person in his way of handling cases.

"Let's call him Captain Huang." Nan Qiao smiled.

Huang Jianlong didn't care, "Okay, Miss Nan can shout whatever she wants."

As long as Nan Qiao is happy, you can call him grandson.

Nan Qiao didn't know the person who came to handle the case, so he said it was Gao Fuchi who should have named him.

Nan Qiao felt that Gao Fuchi was becoming more and more arrogant now.

It was obvious that he was a gangster, but he directly asked the Beijing case investigators to come by name.

However, Nan Qiao also expressed his understanding when thinking about the model of checks and balances between various companies in the capital.

It's just that being too arrogant is always bad.

She estimated that the person who secretly wanted to get over Fuchi's head was probably thirty or not in his fifties.

"Miss Nan, Master Cheng, please take a moment to speak." One of the police officers invited the two people into the office.

Huang Jianlong was very sensible and did not go in.

Nan Qiao glanced at Cheng Qingyi. He usually heard other people call Cheng Qingyi Brother Cheng or his name. This was the first time he heard the term Master Cheng.

It's quite novel.

The police did not know Cheng Qingyi, but Gao Fuchi told them this name.

Before leaving, Gao Fuchi told them that the person next to Miss Nan could just call him Master Cheng.

"The capital has sent a total of thirty people here, and everyone else has gone into the mountains, but I still have some questions to ask you."

"Okay." Nan Qiao nodded, and then asked: "Have all those people confessed?"

They interrogated me all night last night. Not only did they interrogate me, they also used some extraordinary methods.

But there is no need to tell Nan Qiao these things.

"I told them something. The children rescued that day were all kidnapped or bought by them."

The policeman's expression turned cold, "Some of them were originally from orphanages, but they were sent here with special status."

Most of the people with special identities are "middlemen".

They go to orphanages to adopt children based on various certificates that they have no children, and then resell them in various ways after adopting them.

"Their protective umbrellas have several layers, and their identities are also in various forms. Some even have high official positions, and there is no way to find out."

"Most of the children have been identified. Only one little boy has not yet been identified. His identity must have been erased."

Speaking of little boys, the first thing Nan Qiao thought of was the fair and tender child.

The policeman seemed a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!