ut who can figure out the value of jade, not who pays more for it."Luo Wentou said, "Let's make it clear, what we're ultimately comparing is whose jadeite is more valuable after being carved, not who...Wang Jianfeng, afraid that Ye Bufan would be wronged, rushed to the police station with Han Zixing.

When he arrived at the interrogation room and kicked the door open, he was surprised to find Ye Bufan leisurely sitting in a chair, sipping tea.

And Ouyang Dada trembled and stood beside him, his clothes were disheveled, his face was ashen, and his hair stood on end like it had been struck by lightning.

OuYang Da, just thoroughly subdued, had to honestly write down his crimes.

At this moment, seeing Han Zixing, she immediately rushed over and cried out as if she had seen her kin: "Chief Han, you're here! He forced me to confess. You have to be the judge for me!"

"Get out of here!"

Han Zixing kicked him to the ground with one foot. On his way here, he had already seen the two pages of material in Wang Jianfeng's hand and understood his scheme pretty well.

Now, I wish I could kick Ouyang Da to death. Although Ouyang Da acted on his own and had nothing to do with me, he was someone I personally promoted. It's embarrassing for me in the end.

The most critical point is that Ye Bufan or Wang Jianfeng are both extremely valued by the other. This consequence would be very serious, negatively impacting their future career advancement.

"Lao Ye, are you alright"

Wang Jianfeng ignored Ouyang Da and quickly walked to Ye Bufan's side.

"Don't worry, I have already asked about all the materials for you."

"Ye Bufan said, passing over the confession."

Wang Jianfeng took it over and had a look. It was written in Ouyang Da's own handwriting, clearly stating his crimes.

Han Zixing also glanced at him, he and Wang Jianfeng were both very surprised, not knowing how Ye Bufan did it.

Speaking of which, this should be the interrogation room at the police station, and it should be Ouyang Da in charge, how come the roles have completely reversed nowful.Facing them stood a young man in his twenties, dressed in white and carrying a long sword on his back. A hint of sinisterness lurked beneath his handsome features – this was Feng Tianxiang, the n...