Taking out his mobile phone, Zhuo Yifan directly dialed Song Yingjie's mobile phone. The call was quickly connected by the other party.
"Xiaofan?" Song Yingjie asked tentatively.
"Well, where are you?" Zhuo Yifan asked bluntly.
"I'm still in Wenchang City! What about you? Why did you call me? Is the matter settled?" Song Yingjie explained, and then asked.
"I'm at the door of the Public Security Bureau, come and pick me up!" After Zhuo Yifan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Alone and exhausted, Zhuo Yifan stood at the door of the Public Security Bureau waiting for Song Yingjie to come over, smoking a cigarette, watching the cars passing by on the street, and thinking about everything that happened in Shangwen Village.
Not long after, Song Yingjie's car drove to the entrance of the Public Security Bureau and stopped directly next to Zhuo Yifan.
"Is everything okay?" Song Yingjie asked with a smile.
"Well, it's okay!" Zhuo Yifan nodded and got directly into the car.
"What should we do now? Where to go?" Song Yingjie asked as he started the car.
"Go back to Sanya first, and make an appointment with Lang Guoqing. I would like to meet him again. Don't use my name!" Zhuo Yifan said lightly.
"Okay, I'll contact you right away!" Song Yingjie nodded in agreement. As he drove away, he took out his cell phone and called Lang Guoqing.
Not long after, the phone was connected, and Lang Guoqing's somewhat deep voice came over: "What? Does Mr. Song have anything to do with me?"
"I want to meet Secretary Lang. When will you have time?" Song Yingjie asked with a smile.
"Oh? Isn't Mr. Song in Wenchang? Why would you want to see me?" Lang Guoqing asked in surprise.
"I will go back to Sanya soon. Will Secretary Lang be free?" Song Yingjie explained and continued to ask.
"Of course I have time. I wonder when Mr. Song plans to meet me?" Lang Guoqing also chuckled.
"Let's do this. I'll be the host and treat Secretary Lang to dinner. Why don't we just stay at the hotel where I'm staying?" Song Yingjie continued to suggest.
"Okay then, I'll come to the appointment when I get off work!" Lang Guoqing agreed, and after each interview, they hung up the phone.
"Is there something wrong with Lang Guoqing's reaction?" Putting away the phone, Song Yingjie frowned unconsciously and said with some confusion.
"Are you surprised that he actually agreed to meet us when we questioned him like that before and even injured his people?" Zhuo Yifan chuckled.
"Isn't it? If it were you, would you still agree?" Song Yingjie asked matter-of-factly.
"Of course, your suspicions are justified. If you want to know what's going on here, maybe you can figure it out by meeting him!" Zhuo Yifan shook his head noncommittally.
"By the way, what happened after you were taken away by the police? They let you go so quickly. What happened?" Song Yingjie asked in a different direction.
Zhuo Yifan briefly explained what happened at the police station, and Song Yingjie still looked surprised: "That's it?"
"Yes, that's it!" Zhuo Yifan nodded and said.
"Then what did you find out?" Song Yingjie asked somewhat depressedly.
"At least I know who asked the police to arrest us!" Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.
"Who?" Song Yingjie asked with raised eyebrows.
"Jiang Xiaowen!" Zhuo Yifan said with a sneer.
"Is it him? Aren't those people sent by Lang Guoqing? Why was it Jiang Xiaowen who called the police?" Song Yingjie heard this and asked in surprise.