Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

Zhang Zetian once served as the chief of the police station in Kyoto.

However, as an official, he was most afraid of being forced by others to do things that violated his principles through various personal relationships and social niceties.

Therefore, Zhu Fei and his family basically never asked Zhang Zetian for any help.

So Zhu Fei's words were a rather veiled meaning: You wanted to see Su Jiang as soon as possible, right? Now that he's been taken away by the police, you'd better figure it out.

"Hmm!"

Zhang Zetian choked for a moment.

What bad luck!

"I see."

Zhang Zetian didn't say anything more before hanging up the phone.

He held his phone, looking at the calligraphy in front of him, feeling a strong urge to try it himself.

How could there be such a gifted child in the world? He is a true gem!

Compared to Su Jiang's, Zhu Fei's is utter trash. Not to mention Zhu Fei, even his own is insignificant.

"Why."

After a long while, Zhang Zetian sighed.

"I'm not going to bail them out, I'm just going to check on the progress."

After hesitating several times, he dialed the number.

"Hey, could you ask around over there which department took in a guy named Su Jiang? What's the progress on their end?"

A respectful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes, Elder Zhang!"

Zhang Zetian hung up the phone and sighed again.

Meanwhile, Su Jiang was being questioned and given a statement by the police at the police station. Out of respect for Zhu Fei, the police were being quite polite.

Not long after the questioning began, someone entered the interrogation room.

The man came in and whispered a few words to the police officer who was questioning Su Jiang.

Then the policeman's expression changed.

After the man left, the police asked him a few more questions, but their tone was much gentler.

After asking the questions, he said to Su Jiang, "Alright, you can go now. We have a general understanding of the situation, and you are also a victim. Just don't act so impulsively next time."

Su Jiang was taken aback. They released him so quickly?

Before he left, he thought of Liu Zemin's sister, Liu Lanyue. That woman was truly pitiful, and he felt some sympathy for her.

So Su Jiang asked.

"Didn't Liu Lanyue soil a painting or calligraphy in Wood's possession? May I take a look at it?"

The police officer was taken aback: "I don't know, I'll go ask."

After saying that, he left quickly.

Right now, all they want to do is get Su Jiang out of their police station as soon as possible.

That's just how the world is; when a big shot says something, people will speculate wildly about it behind his back.

The meaning conveyed through the layers of communication from Zhang Zetian's phone call had become vastly different from his original intentions.

Therefore, they were eager to send Su Jiang, this great figure, away.

Upon hearing Su Jiang's question, the police immediately sprang into action.

They quickly brought the relevant materials and took Wood to his home to retrieve the calligraphy and paintings.

In the police station's conference room, Su Jiang received the calligraphy and painting that had some ink smudges on it.

Su Jiang spread out the entire painting and calligraphy.

Take a closer look.

Suddenly, a strange feeling came over him. The national-level antique appraisal ability gave Su Jiang a feeling that this thing was not simple.

Su Jiang was stunned.

He gently and carefully touched the calligraphy and painting.

Amidst everyone's strange looks.

Su Jiang closed his eyes and touched for a full minute.

Then he looked up and said, "Wood, you want Liu Lanyue to pay one million for this calligraphy and painting?"

Wood stood firm in his demand, stubbornly insisting, "One million!"

"So, if we give him this million, Wood won't be able to cause any more trouble for Liu Lanyue, right?" Su Jiang turned to the police and asked.

"Yes!" the policeman nodded.

"Alright, I'll pay the money, one million. I'll transfer it to Wood's account, and I'll take the money."

"What!?"

Everyone was stunned.

After several breaths.

"What, you disagree?" Su Jiang asked when Wood hadn't replied yet.

"Agreed! Agreed!" Wood felt that it was a good thing to get a million so quickly today.

After all, who knows when Liu Lanyue and the others will pay?

In the presence of the police, Su Jiang paid the money to Wood and then left the police station with the calligraphy and painting.

Su Jiang estimates that this calligraphy and painting is worth over ten million.

As soon as they arrived at the police station, Lin Wanqing and Zhu Fei were waiting there.

"Sister Wanqing." Su Jiang grinned and opened his arms to Lin Wanqing.

"Little Su Su!" Lin Wanqing immediately ran over nervously and threw herself into Su Jiang's arms.

"You worried me to death! Did they do anything to you?!"

As Lin Wanqing spoke, she pulled Su Jiang and looked him over from all sides.

She was afraid that her little Su Su had suffered some injustice.

"I'm fine, they were very polite to me," Su Jiang said indulgently.

"Next time, I'll handle this kind of thing. I'm a girl, they won't dare do anything to me!" Lin Wanqing said, still a little scared.

However, Su Jiang shook his head: "Of course, it's up to us men to handle these kinds of fights."

Zhu Fei had been waiting at the police station entrance, and was utterly shocked when he saw Su Jiang come out.

They're out so quickly?

Logically, such a fight, especially a brawl, should warrant a day in jail as a warning.

It's basically like going in one minute and coming out the next; what a waste of time being locked up like this.

Could it be...?

Zhu Fei's expression was somewhat strange.

He approached Su Jiang and said, "Su Jiang, someone wants to see you. Would you be interested in meeting them?"

Su Jiang immediately realized: "You mean, he attacked me?"

Zhu Fei said bitterly, "I suspect so."

"Alright, let's go meet him then," Su Jiang agreed.

The two cars set off one after the other.

As soon as Su Jiang left, the police immediately began a thorough investigation into the matter.