I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

Zhou Weiguo looked at the other person with a half-smile, shook his head, and said nothing.

Chen's eyes grew colder, and he spoke again, his tone much harsher: "Chief Engineer Zhou, I advise you not to make a mistake! Where are my men? And those two enemy agents? Please don't force me to arrest you and bring you back to the station. A cultured person like you can't handle that!"

Zhou Weiguo simply shook his head, refusing to respond.

Director Chen could no longer maintain his composure and ordered sternly, "Arrest Zhou Weiguo immediately! I suspect he's secretly colluding with enemy agents to harm the police! Bring him back to the station immediately and hand him over to Director Lan for processing!"

Zhou Weiguo stood still, not moving an inch. At that moment, two policemen immediately ran up, took out handcuffs they were carrying, and were about to put them on Zhou Weiguo.

He looked up at the man surnamed Chen before slowly speaking, "Are you sure? Once these handcuffs are on, the situation will be completely different. Don't regret it later. I can understand helping the boss, but once you cross the line, if you don't flatter him properly, you'll end up regretting it."

Upon hearing this, Director Chen's expression grew even colder. He snorted coldly and said angrily, "How dare you, a colluder with enemy agents, speak so arrogantly in front of our Public Security Bureau? Take you back!"

Zhou Weiguo simply shook his head, said no more, and stretched out his hands.

With a "click," the handcuffs were firmly fastened to Zhou Weiguo's hands.

He was then dragged out of the courtyard by a group of police officers.

Before leaving, he glanced at the courtyard out of the corner of his eye and saw Qin Huairu staring at him with a look of surprise and delight, as if her good days would immediately begin after he was arrested.

Next was Yi Zhonghai, whose face was all wrinkled from smiling; then came Aunt Song Dahua, whose eyes were full of undisguised joy.

Even Yan Fugui and Yan Jiecheng showed joy when they saw him walk out of the courtyard in handcuffs.

Zhou Weiguo sighed inwardly: This is probably the norm for these "beasts." No matter how well people outside are doing, they don't care. As long as they're in the courtyard, if anyone is doing better than them and then falls on hard times, it's a great thing for them, regardless of right or wrong.

Just before getting into the police car, Zhou Weiguo gestured slightly with his lips towards a distant direction.

If someone observes closely, they can see that the shape of his mouth is the word "action".

"What are you dawdling for! Get in the car now! You damn enemy agent!" The young policeman shouted impatiently, raising his hand to shove Zhou Weiguo.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, Zhou Weiguo gave him a cold glare.

The chill in those eyes sent a shiver down his spine, and his hand involuntarily and slowly lowered.

Zhou Weiguo ignored him and got into the police car.

The police car sped along and, about twenty minutes later, slowly drove into the city police station compound.

Zhou Weiguo was then taken directly into an interrogation room, where his handcuffs were additionally locked to the armrests of his chair, securing him firmly in place.

Bored, he waited in the interrogation room for a long time, but no one came in to ask him any questions.

Just as Zhou Weiguo was getting extremely impatient, the interrogation room door suddenly clicked open.

A man who looked to be in his forties or fifties walked in.

He began apologetically, "Comrade Zhou Weiguo, I'm so sorry! I'm Lanxiang from the Municipal Bureau. This is all a misunderstanding!"

Zhou Weiguo looked at the person in front of him, saying it was a misunderstanding, but he didn't move an inch.

He already knew in his heart: it seemed that this guy was the Director Lan that Wang Kui had mentioned.

Zhou Weiguo looked at the other person with a half-smile, then glanced down at his own hands, chained to the chair. His meaning was crystal clear: these handcuffs, this is the misunderstanding you're talking about? He sneered inwardly: This guy's claim of a misunderstanding upon meeting me is exactly what I expected. Knowing I'm from the Investigation Department, he still dared to have me arrested. He absolutely didn't believe a second group would come to my house to arrest me without this guy's consent.

Lan Xiang seemed completely oblivious to his gaze, and continued, "Comrade Zhou Weiguo, this is also your fault. Why didn't you explain things clearly to my men? Where are my four men? And those two Hong Kong women? Where did they go?"

Zhou Weiguo looked at the other person with an expression as if he were an idiot, thinking to himself: How could I possibly tell you?

Lan Xiang saw Zhou Weiguo's disdainful expression and a flash of anger crossed his face, but he quickly hid it.

He softened his tone and advised, "Comrade Zhou Weiguo, I know you have some special status. But given the current situation, I advise you to cooperate with us. Otherwise, it won't be good for either of us. We are all revolutionary comrades, and I don't want to be too blunt about some things."

Zhou Weiguo looked at the other person with a mocking smile: "Cooperate with what? Cooperate with you to arrest those two Hong Kong girls, then falsely accuse them of being enemy agents? And then make their families pay ransom? Or, threaten their families to do some shady things?"

Upon hearing this, Lan Xiang's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and his tone became gloomy: "Zhou Weiguo, is that it? You can't understand even when I'm telling you nice things, can you? Don't think that just because you have some connection with the expert from the goose farm, it's your own network! If it weren't for that expert sister from the goose farm, who do you think you are? Who do you think would acknowledge you? Who would pay attention to you?"

"Do you think the Investigation Department would send someone to protect your family without the goose expert? Mr. Zhou, sometimes you shouldn't get so used to leveraging others' influence that you mistake it for your own ability!"

Zhou Weiguo raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his tone tinged with mockery: "Oh, you know quite a bit, Comrade Lanxiang. What else do you know? Tell me, let me hear it too. It seems you've gotten to know me quite well, haven't you? Surely that's all you've got?"

Lan Xiang's face changed visibly at his words, and he could no longer contain his anger, bursting out with a string of curses: "Zhou Weiguo! You don't think we don't know, do you? Comrade Natasha has already left! Now that your sister is gone, who are you? What kind of status do you have to act so high and mighty with me? You don't actually think that everything you helped Natasha create was your doing, do you? A person should know their place, don't you understand?"

"If it weren't for your relationship with Comrade Natasha, would she have been involved in all that messy research and development with you? If it weren't for Comrade Natasha, you gigolo would still be happily working as a lowly department head at that run-down Red Star Steel Mill, a third-tier city, right? The entire factory's success is all thanks to one woman, and what are you pretending for! You think you're worthy to act all high and mighty with me?"