What he said was a joke, but what he faced was the police's questioning. Boss Zheng remained silent and did not dare to answer.
Chen Shu sneered and said: "How can Boss Zheng care about this small business? To put it bluntly, if your shop is crowded with people one day, I think there will be a big problem. At that time, I can
You have to come in and take a good look."
After saying that, he took the teacup on the table and drank it in one gulp.
Boss Zheng scratched his scalp and his expression relaxed, knowing that the police were not here to question him.
He smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
Seeing that the points were almost settled, Chen Shu handed over a piece of information and said in a deep voice:
"Okay, let's get down to business. This is a battery car that was stolen recently. The time and location are all marked on it. There are also a few surveillance screenshots of the thieves. They should be two boys in their teens or 20s, I guess.
New veteran. Check it out for me."
Boss Zheng picked up the tea cup and moistened his dry lips, then carefully read the materials in his hand page by page.
Upon seeing this, Chen Shu knew that he had to contact other people on the phone after reading the materials. Sitting here by himself would probably affect his performance. He winked at Zhu Chaoran, and the two of them got up and walked to the shop outside the small room.
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The shop is rectangular in shape. The innermost east side is a small room where the three of them were drinking tea. On the west side, looking through the ajar door, is a small storage room with things neatly arranged.
The rest of the store, except for a small aisle on the right, is full of battery cars. These cars are polished and neatly arranged. If it weren't for the words 'Used Cars' clearly written on the door of the store,
Three words, neither of them could tell that these were old cars.
Zhu Chaoran is a person who likes racing. When he was looking around the store, he saw a retro motorcycle with a full sense of technology in the corner of his eye-the French iconic Django 150. He couldn't help but sit on it.
He lowered his head to find the car keys and prepared to start the car to enjoy his hand addiction.
A boy who had been sitting in the corner since they entered the store bravely limped over to them, reached out and took Zhu Chaoran's right hand, and said softly according to Boss Zheng's previous address:
"Boss, you can't test the car in the store, it's too dangerous."
Zhu Chaoran, who was being pulled by a boy, was too embarrassed to continue fussing with it, and said with a smile: "I didn't want to start it. I just wanted to start it and listen to the sound of the car."
When the boy heard this, he said very naturally: "This car looks good, but the sound is not good. Waiting for a traffic light will make your breasts hurt. I suggest you don't start it."
Zhu Chaoran's eyes suddenly lit up and he knew that the other person was also a professional. He grabbed the boy with his backhand and pulled him to the corner where the boy was hiding just now. He sat on two small benches and started chatting quietly.
One moment, the two of them raised their hands to reach for the car in the shop, pointing out the country like civil servants and military generals, showing sympathy to each other; the next moment, they were arguing so angrily that their faces turned red and their necks were thick, and their mutual annoyance could be felt in their deliberately suppressed voices.
You are about fifteen or sixteen years old and have a disabled leg. How can you be so familiar with the condition and performance of motorcycles that you can talk about them immediately?
Chen Shu looked at the two people in front of him, thoughtfully.
"My nephew. This kid doesn't like studying. He broke his leg while skipping school and racing with others in his hometown. My sister sent him to me. He is a nice guy, willing to endure hardships, and can repair cars." Boss Zheng walked to Chen Shu and started talking together.
Looking at the two people, there was a trace of love in his eyes and his tone was calm.
A middle school student and a college student, in terms of academic qualifications, the fat man is still a senior.
One rides motorcycles and the other rides cars. Logically speaking, they are still people from two circles.
But they are all racing gangs, no wonder they can get together... Chen Shu glanced at the spotless shop and nodded: "He is a good guy. With you watching, your sister can rest assured."
Boss Zheng rubbed his nose. He worked at the bottom of society to make a living. He was used to being demoted and was a little surprised by the police's affirmation.
The two of them remained silent with some tacit understanding, as if they both wanted to give the two juniors some time.
After a while, Boss Zheng turned around and said with a flattering smile: "Boss, I just contacted a circle of people, and no one knows about these two people. They should be from outside. But I have already disseminated the information, and they will be there in a few days."
I’ll contact you if I have any news.”
Chen Shu nodded: "As soon as possible."
"Fat man, let's go!" he shouted towards the corner of the shop.
Zhu Chaoran reluctantly said goodbye to his little friend and came to Chen Shu's side.
The two of them walked out of the store.
Boss Zheng followed up, stopped Chen Shu for a moment, rubbed his hands, put on an extremely embarrassed expression, and muttered:
"Leader, one of my children had an electric motorcycle seized by the patrol team of your school some time ago. Do you think you can spend some money to redeem it?"
It seems that I got the information about the two men involved in the battery car theft case. I deliberately held it back... Chen Shu smiled:
"Boss Zheng is really good at doing business. We don't even know anything about this matter, and you start bargaining with me?"
Boss Zheng is also an old man, and his thick-skin can rival Zhu Chaoran, the "first person in line in the cafeteria". He spread his hands and said helplessly:
"Leader, you don't blame me. I also ask for help from others, and I am led by others."
Exchange of equal value is all a routine... Chen Shu took out cigarettes from his pocket and forced one into Boss Zheng's hand.
"Next Monday, ask your nephew to bring someone to the office to find my colleague. He will make arrangements."
Boss Zheng was overjoyed and thanked him profusely.
The two left the shop and walked far away. Zhu Chaoran frowned and asked:
"Brother Shu, why did you just give them the car for free?"
"That's right. I didn't speak until I knew I was far away this time." Chen Shu said calmly, without answering his question.
Zhu Chaoran chuckled, with a proud look on his face: "That's right, how can a person step on a trap twice in a row?"
Chen Shu said: "Old Zheng knows in his heart that our case is basically close to ten. Otherwise, he will not put forward conditions."
Zhu Chaoran curled his lips and said, "You guys are so tired talking. Wouldn't it be better to explain these words clearly? It's still going round and round."
"No! Is the case solved?" He suddenly reacted amid the thunder and lightning.
With that said, the two of them walked to Santana's car.
Chen Shu opened the car door, leaned against it, looked at Zhu Chaoran who was standing aside, and nodded: "It's broken."
"boom."
"boarding."
Zhu Chaoran followed him into the car. After sitting down, he hurriedly asked: "Brother Shu, is this the legendary special situation, informant? This case is too easy to solve."
Chen Shu fastened his seat belt, took a look at Zhu Chaoran who was almost touching his face, shook his head, and said calmly: "It looks simple, you can give it a try next time."
Zhu Chaoran calmed down as soon as he heard this, sat back and prepared to drive: "Brother Shu, you are teasing me again. I don't know anyone, what should I do?"
"The guy you're chatting with is a nice guy, like Lao Zheng. He happened to be a drag racer in the past, so after all, you're still his senior. Next Monday, I'll take him in as soon as I get the chance."
"Um???!!!"
Chen Shu rolled down the window and leaned on the window frame with his right hand. He was not talking. His mind was filled with the timid and somewhat stubborn look in the eyes of the lame child when he stopped Zhu Chaoran just now.