Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

back to the front.

The police car drove over the bumpy dirt road, the cargo compartment bouncing up and down with it.

In the back seat.

Li Mo'an sat there calmly.

My hands rested naturally on my knees, and my eyes were fixed on the trees rushing past the window.

Teacher Huang, standing next to him, was a completely different person, looking extremely uncomfortable.

He shifted in and out of his seat, his palms were sweating, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

What the hell is going on here?

Teacher Huang pondered to himself.

He was just brought back in a police car not long ago, so how did he end up being stuffed into a car again in such a confused state?

He swallowed hard, feeling that this was just too ridiculous.

And on the side.

Li Mo'an turned his gaze away from the window.

He glanced at the uneasy cheap driver beside him.

"It must be Teacher Huang who's caused trouble again."

Li Mo'an knew it perfectly well.

In his view, the root of the problem lay entirely with this cheap laborer, and he was simply dragged into it.

Soon.

The police car came to a stop in the courtyard of the town's police station.

Old Zhang pushed open the door and got out of the car, then strode over and opened the back door.

Li Mo'an got out of the car first.

Teacher Huang followed closely behind, muttering something under her breath.

Old Zhang led the two into the office area on the first floor.

Walk through the long corridor.

The footsteps could be heard very clearly in the corridor.

As I passed by several offices, the young people on duty inside looked up and cast curious glances my way.

I could feel those gazes.

Teacher Huang felt a little embarrassed, lowered her head slightly, and quickened her pace.

Li Mo'an, on the other hand, remained calm and walked with a steady gait.

soon.

They were led into a brightly lit conference room.

Old Zhang pointed to two chairs next to the conference table, indicating that they should sit down.

Li Mo'an pulled out a chair and sat down with an air of authority.

Teacher Huang also sat down.

I had just settled into my seat.

Before the police could even speak...

Teacher Huang stiffened his neck and looked up at Old Zhang across the table.

He simply couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Old Zhang, there must be some misunderstanding here."

Teacher Huang was the first to break the silence.

He spread his hands, his face showing a mixture of grievance and incomprehension.

"I am an innocent and law-abiding citizen."

"I am, after all, a public figure and a film school teacher."

"I cook in front of the camera every day and also teach the kids some science."

"How could I possibly do something illegal?"

Teacher Huang got more and more excited as she talked.

My chest was rising and falling.

"I did talk about some playing card knowledge in the yard earlier, that's true."

"But that was all for the sake of theatrical creation."

"It's to teach Mo'an how to get into character; it's purely an academic discussion."

He genuinely felt wronged.

........................................

Li Mo'an, who was standing next to him, turned his head.

I glanced at Teacher Huang's confident expression.

Then, without changing his expression, he withdrew his gaze and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Officer, I think my master is right."

Li Mo'an spoke in a calm tone.

"There must be a mistake somewhere."

"My master, well, he likes to show off some miscellaneous knowledge he's picked up from who-knows-where."

"Sometimes the habit of being a know-it-all is a bit too strong; I always like to pretend to know what I don't in front of younger people."

"But deep down he doesn't have the guts to commit crimes."

........................................

Upon hearing this...

Teacher Huang was completely stunned, staring blankly at his apprentice.

His lips twitched violently several times.

I was utterly speechless.

What does it mean to pretend to know what you don't?

He felt that even his apprentice's attempts to chime in had a hurtful undertone.

But now is not the time to worry about saving face.

Teacher Huang quickly followed up on the conversation.

"That's right, Lao Zhang, Mo'an is right."

"I'm just a theorist who talks the talk but never walks the walk; I would never do anything outrageous."

Across from the conference table.

Old Zhang stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the master and apprentice perform.

........................................

Listen to those excuses and justifications.

The veteran police officer, who had spent most of his life working at the grassroots level, showed no emotion whatsoever.

immediately.

Old Zhang gave a cold laugh.

"Hey, those two have amazing mental fortitude."

This thought popped into his mind.

If it weren't for the authoritative analysis and report from the provincial economic crime investigation experts...

He himself had seen the photos on those two business cards while in the police car.

He could easily be fooled by the innocent looks of these two guys.

One person claims to be the only true god in this group.

A self-proclaimed master, Huang Laoxie.

An autobiography turned the underground casinos in the provincial capital upside down.

Now, sitting here, he can still say he's a good citizen without blushing or skipping a beat?

With acting skills like that, it's no wonder he's so successful in that industry.

Faced with this sophistry.

Old Zhang had no intention of wasting any more words with these two.

Faced with irrefutable evidence, any verbal sparring is a waste of time.

He stopped sneering.

He turned and walked to the main control panel on the side of the conference room.

With the mouse click.

The system connection notification sounded in the conference room.

The large screen in the center of the wall flickered.

The black screen lit up instantly.

The image buffered for a moment, then became clear.

That was a large conference room in the provincial capital's economic crime investigation department.

The video call was connected.

In the very center of the screen sat a middle-aged man with slightly graying temples.

He was the deputy director of the Economic Crime Investigation Department in the provincial capital.

That's the senior leader who had a grudge against the one-eyed gambling god.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt.

Those eyes exuded an aura of authority that only someone who had handled countless major cases could possess.

Large screen.

The deputy director seemed to think the camera angle wasn't good.

He reached out and adjusted the high-definition camera in front of the table.

As the camera slightly shifted...

The field of view also expands accordingly.

At this time.

Sitting in their chairs, Li Mo'an and Teacher Huang naturally turned their gazes to the screen.

then.

As if they had planned it together, their gazes both fixed on a corner of the screen.

In that corner.

A familiar figure was sitting there.

The man had his head down, looking dejected.

The slightly faded clothes he was wearing, coupled with his weathered face, were striking.

This man is none other than Old Ox Head, a villager from Mushroom Village!