Faced with Jiang Chen's idea of ​​​​entering the store to take a look.

Qian Gaohua looks calm on the surface, but in his heart ten thousand grass and mud horses are running wildly.

From Jiang Chen's tone, he seemed to know everything.

Looking at Jiang Chen's expression, he seemed to know nothing.

It really confused Qian Gaohua.

He is different from ordinary thieves. He has been selling stolen goods for more than seven years.

Neighbors thought he was a simple and honest laundry owner, but secretly, this shop owner wearing cheap clothes had a deposit of more than 20 million.

Otherwise, how could he alone provide for his two useless sons to study abroad?

He couldn't give up easily like that thief.

With the huge amount of stolen goods he has sold over the years, once he goes in, he will never be able to get out, and all the more than 20 million in his bank card will be frozen.

The two sons who lived a happy life abroad had no source of income. Once they were forced to return to China, they would be two useless people who knew nothing.

Even if there is a glimmer of hope, he will fight for it.

Because he has been walking on the edge of a knife for a long time, Qian Gaohua's mind and city are quite deep.

In the blink of an eye, various answers to Jiang Chen were sorted out in his mind.

Question: There is stolen goods in the store. The police want to go in and see how to break it.

Looking for a reason to refuse? Qian Gaohua tried five or six reasons that seemed reliable, but he all felt that the risk was too high.

He still hadn't figured out what this tall, handsome young policeman wanted to do.

What if the other party is just curious and wants to go in and take a look?

As a result, if you refuse, you will be self-defeating and will arouse suspicion.

In this life-or-death moment, there was no room for Qian Gaohua to be negligent.

Gritting his teeth, Qian Gaohua made a bold decision.

I might as well retreat in order to advance, let the police in openly, and act like I didn't do anything and was aboveboard.

Qian Gaohua still doesn't believe it. He has been in the industry for seven years, and he can handle it easily even with the veteran policeman from Dafengqiao who often encounters him.

Is it any wonder that a young man with a dime will be killed today?

Qian Gaohua's thinking process with an exaggerated amount of information was manifested in just one or two seconds. When he heard that Jiang Chen wanted to go into the store to take a look, Qian Gaohua showed a little surprise like a normal person.

"Go in and have a look? Why, I’ve never seen a laundry room, haha, go ahead."

He also gave an instruction by the way.

"I just mopped the floor. It may be a little slippery. Don't fall...."

Then, without looking at Jiang Chen, he continued busy with his sewing work.

Seeing Qian Gaohua's acting skills, Jiang Chen was so impressed that he fell into admiration.

Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but his face did not change.

What is professionalism?

This is called professionalism.

Go to Beijing Film Academy and take an acting class. Why worry about not being famous all over the world?

Although he has not been in the business for a long time, Jiang Chen has also arrested dozens of people, ranging from A-level wanted criminals to petty thefts.

It can be regarded as seeing a little wind and waves.

But this time, facing Qian Gaohua, Jiang Chen was really convinced.

If he didn't have a system nearby.

I'm afraid if I practice for another ten years, I may not be Qian Gaohua's opponent.

"Well, I'll just take a look..."

After getting Qian Gaohua's permission, Jiang Chen walked leisurely towards the inside of the store. It seemed that he was really just curious.

He didn't realize that he had just walked into the store.

Qian Gaohua swallowed his saliva as he stepped on the sewing machine, and a thin stream of sweat broke out on his forehead.

But he still pretended to be calm and continued to use the sewing machine.

The thief boy opposite who was reading a novel was shocked when he saw Qian Gaohua's acting skills.

This skill of understanding the psychology of the police greatly impressed the traditional thief.

Afraid that his poor acting teammates would affect his performance, he just lowered his head and continued reading the novel, pretending he didn't know what to do.

At the same time, Jiang Chen, who walked into the store, was unaware of the battle between heaven and man outside.

Just take a look, it's just what he said.

In fact, he wanted to come in and see where Qian Gaohua put the stolen goods he collected.

Generally, this kind of fixed point for selling stolen goods will have a fixed place to hide stolen goods.

It will be shipped out promptly every day.

Even if Jiang Chen couldn't find him now, he wouldn't panic. He could just wait for Qian Gaohua to come and stay when he got off work in the evening.

The interior of the store is not large, with two large laundry machines taking up one-third of the space.

The steel rack above the head was filled with laundry, and the whole room was clean and orderly. It was obvious that Qian Gaohua was a bit of a germaphobe and kept things in order.

You can see everything you visit at a glance.

There is no suitable place to hide stolen goods.

Think about it, this kind of thousand-year-old vixen, if you pull out any hair, it will be hollow.

Will the place where he hid the stolen goods be easily found?

After looking around and not finding any flaws, Jiang Chen decided to retreat first. When Qian Gaohua got off work in the evening, he would definitely take the stolen goods away and not stay in the store overnight.

When the time comes, squat him again, and everyone will get the stolen goods.

Then we will learn more about where he hid the stolen goods.

It must be another art.

Just when Jiang Chen was about to turn around and walk out, a trash can at the exit immediately caught Jiang Chen's attention.

Why does this trash can feel weird?

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