"Is it a man or a woman?"
"A man."
"I don't know him. Why?" Ma Mingren was confused.
"The white BMW with the Lu B516 is driven by Zhao Xiaoshan. I think he's been driving it for a long time."
"Zhao Xiaoshan? I've never heard of any relatives called Zhao Xiaoshan."
"Do you often lend your family's cars to your relatives?" Zhao Ming asked.
"Since 1998, when I bought my first used car, my family has bought more than ten cars. Cars can't be sold for much even after a few years. My wife is a generous person. To put it bluntly, she is heartless, but to put it nicely, she is willing to give her all. The cars that my brother-in-law drives are all my family's. It's hard to explain." Ma Mingren waved his hand.
"How's your relationship with your wife?"
"It's alright. We're just getting along."
"Then why don't you two live together?"
"The year before last, I went out of town to do business. My wife thinks … I guess we can understand."
Han Bin frowned. "When did you come back to Qin Island?"
"January 21st. I've been here for half a month already. It's fine."
"Your son lives with your wife?"
"No. My son went to school in another city and bought a ticket for the New Year. Then something happened, so I didn't let him come back."
"Wow, each of your family has a piece of land," Zhao Ming laughed.
"Yeah, it's not a big deal. My family used to be very lively during the New Year. I have a lot of friends and we're usually busy, so we would gather during the New Year. But this guy stayed alone for half a month and didn't even dare to leave the house. He cooks and eats by himself every day. I haven't seen my son in half a year. How can I not miss him? He's the only one." Ma Mingren finally found someone to talk to after holding back for half a month.
"Okay, call your wife and ask her to come over."
"Officer Han, what should I say if she wants to ask me? I've been asking for so long and you haven't told me clearly."
"Just say that I have something to talk to her about. Don't talk about the car."
"Okay then."
Then, Ma Mingren got up and walked to the side to make a call.
Zhao Ming glanced sideways at him and said in a low voice, "Brother Bin, the life of a rich man is really muddled."
"Every family has its own problems. There is no such thing as perfection."
After a while, Ma Mingren walked over with an ugly expression. "This old woman just loves to be stubborn."
"Is your wife here?"
"He didn't want to come at first, but he became obedient after I shouted at him. He'll probably drive over soon."
"What is your wife's name?"
"Ran Cuie."
"Officer Han, what's the relationship between Zhao Xiaoshan and my wife?"
Han Bin made a note in his notebook. "I was going to ask you."
"I really don't remember such a person." Ma Mingren sighed. "Officer Han, the atmosphere is so tense now. What did Zhao Xiaoshan do? Why are you investigating him?"
"Zhao Xiaoshan is missing."
"Could he be quarantined?"
"Quarantine is the responsibility of the police. If he was quarantined, how could we not know?"
"What does Zhao Xiaoshan do for a living?"
"What do you do for a living?" Zhao Ming found it a little funny. Who was asking who?
"I run a small business. I've done everything."
"I've seen a lot of people who run small businesses, but none of them can afford to sit on Maybart."
"I started out in motorcycle parts, then followed someone to sell houses. These two years, it's not easy to manage the property, so I started to do medical equipment."
"You have a good business mind."
"I'm just fooling around with my friends." Ma Mingren chuckled, feeling quite proud of himself.
Every era had different profit-making industries. After that era, the profit-making industries were likely to lose money. In the 90s, there was a motorcycle craze. At that time, whether it was selling motorcycles or accessories, one could make money. But with the development of the times, motorcycles were replaced by cars and electric cars. Many people who stopped late lost a lot of money.
It was the same for real estate. When it first started, it was a mess, and it was profitable. But in the past two years, although housing prices did not drop, more and more real estate companies went bankrupt.
Ma Mingren had many business partners, but not many could laugh until the end like him.
Big waves washed the sand.
"Officer Han, what does Zhao Xiaoshan do for a living?" Ma Mingren still did not forget about this.
"We're still investigating. We don't know his real job yet."
"You can ask his family."
Zhao Ming asked back, "It's such a simple matter. How can the police not think of it?"
Hearing this, Ma Mingren showed a thoughtful expression.
An hour later, there was a knock on the door. Knock, knock.
Ma Mingren stood up. "Who is it?"
"It's me. Open the door."
"Creak …" The door opened, and outside stood a short, plump woman. She was wearing a mask and sunglasses, and she wrapped herself up tightly.
"You didn't bring your own key?"
"There's no key to this house in Rong Jingyuan." The woman walked into the living room and was stunned when she saw Han Bin and Zhao Ming. "Are you the police?"
"Yes, this is Officer Han. I want to ask you about something."
Han Bin stood up and looked at the woman. "You're Ran Cuie?"
"Yes, why are you looking for me?"
"Are you the one using the white BMW of Lu B516XX?"
Ran Cuie stroked her hair. "Yes, why?"
"Where's the car?"
"I lent it to a friend."
"What friend?"
Ran Cuie sat on the sofa and twisted her hands together. "I have a lot of cars at home, so I lent it to a sister."
"Mr. Ma, we'd like to talk to your wife alone," Han Bin suggested.
Ma Mingren was a little reluctant. "Officer Han, go ahead. We're a couple."
"Mr. Ma, I hope you can understand. When the police are taking statements, it's best not to have anyone else present except for the person involved." Zhao Ming stood up and made a gesture.
"Okay, I'll go to the master bedroom for a smoke. You guys talk." Ma Mingren glanced at Ran Cuie before returning to the master bedroom.
"Phew …" Ran Cuie sighed in relief.
Han Bin gestured for Zhao Ming to open the law enforcement recorder and asked a routine question.
"You lent that BMW to a sister?"
"Yes."
"What's her name?"
Ran Cuie wiped the sweat off her forehead. "My sister is also a respectable person. She's more private, so it's not convenient for her to say …"
"It's not inconvenient. We won't disclose it to the public."
Ran Cuie lowered her head and said nothing.
"Okay, I don't want to talk here. Let's go to the police station."
Ran Cuie raised her head and glared at Han Bin. "Officer, I'm also a respectable person. Can you not be so hard on me?"
"Okay, then let's be softer." Han Bin sneered. Just because you have some money, you think you're better than others? That's America. It doesn't work in China.
Even though Ma Mingren has a few houses and seems to be quite extravagant, he's actually just so-so. Not to mention comparing to the director, even the director has to suck up to him.
Han Bin turned his head and ordered Zhao Ming, "Call her husband out. We'll discuss this matter properly."
Ran Cuie quickly changed her words. "No, no. Pretend I didn't say anything. Let's do business."
Zhao Ming snorted. "Tell me, what's your relationship with Zhao Xiaoshan?"
Ran Cuie hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "We're good friends, best friends, and sisters …"
"You gave the car to him?"
"Yes."
Zhao Ming's curiosity was piqued. "Why would you give your husband's car to another man?"
Ran Cuie pinched her forehead. "I've always treated Zhao Xiaoshan as my best friend. I didn't think that much."
"When did you give the car to Zhao Xiaoshan?"
"About two years."
"How do you two know each other?"
"We have a common friend, and we get along quite well. I've always treated him as my best friend."
Zhao Ming shook his head. "You treat a man as your best friend?"
"Yes, haven't you heard of the term 'male best friend'?" Ran Cuie shrugged.
"When was the last time you two contacted each other?"
Ran Cuie thought for a moment and said, "We haven't been in contact for about half a year."
"Didn't you say he's your best friend? Why did you give him the car? Why didn't you contact such a good friend? "
"Why do you say that?"
Ran Cuie hesitated for a while before continuing. "He's busy and young. It's the time for him to work hard. I sometimes invite him for tea, but he doesn't have time. After a long time, we rarely contact each other."
"Have you called each other in the past six months?"
"No."
"What does he do for a living?"
"Teacher."
"Teacher from which school?"
"Teacher from Qingdao University."
Han Bin made a note in his notebook. "Did he tell you that he's a teacher? Or did you find out through other channels? "
"He told me."
"Where's the paperwork for the BMW?"
"I have a house in the neighborhood. It's in that house."
Han Bin pointed at Zhao Ming. "Add him on WeChat and send a photo of the paperwork to me."
"Got it."
"What's your phone number?"
“13274XXXX”
Han Bin made a note. "Do you have any other numbers?"
“13842XXXX”
"Tell me how many phone numbers you have. Don't make trouble for yourself. I'll look into it."
"These two."
Han Bin took out a business card and handed it to Ran Cuie. "Contact me if you think of any clues."
Then, Han Bin and Zhao Ming left the house.
While waiting for the elevator, Zhao Ming couldn't help but ask, "Brother Bin, do you believe that Ran Cuie and Zhao Xiaoshan are really best friends? Best friends? "
Han Bin snorted. "It's none of my business. Just figure out where the BMW came from."
There was a commotion in the house next to Han Bin and the others.
Ma Mingren glared at Ran Cuie and asked, "Who's Zhao Xiaoshan?"
"What Zhao Xiaoshan?" Ran Cuie swallowed.
"You're still f * cking pretending? The police told me that you gave the unused BMW to a man named Zhao Xiaoshan. "
"Oh, she … We're … friends … best friends …" Ran Cuie stammered.
"My ass. Do you think I'm so easy to fool because I'm a police officer? I'll slap you …"
"Slap!"
"Ah …"
There were cries and howls coming from the house …
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