Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

"Need not……"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Zifeng had already paid for all four books.

His own book cost 4.8 yuan, while Lin Siyan's three volumes of "Ordinary World" cost 17.9 yuan.

This made Lin Siyan a little embarrassed: "Thank you. Since you gave me this set of books, aren't you going to write something on the title page?"

It was very popular in those days to write a message on the book you gave to someone else.

A simpler version would be "Presented by [Name], [Date]", while a more elaborate version would include a blessing.

However, Lu Zifeng didn't understand these things and thought that since the other party had spoken, they had to write something.

After thinking for a long time, he wrote on the title page of the first volume, "Don't lose it! Lu Zifeng, a gift. February 1, 1991."

"Is it really that casual?" Lin Siyan was speechless.

"It's better to keep it simple," Lu Zifeng explained with a smile.

"After reading your poems, I thought you were a genuine literary youth. Later, I discovered that you had ulterior motives for sending your poems to the newspaper, and I felt that you were a fraud," Lin Siyan said with a smile.

"And now?"

"Artsy fraud."

The two walked out of Xinhua Bookstore side by side; Lin Siyan went back to the newspaper office, while Lu Zifeng needed to go to the long-distance bus station.

However, one section of the road is the same.

They can travel together for a while.

Not far ahead, a thief was reaching into an old lady's pocket with a clip.

Lu Zifeng saw it, but didn't intend to meddle.

But Lin Siyan saw it too. Her mouth slightly open, she pointed ahead and shouted, "Thief!"

As soon as she shouted, the thief tried to run away.

Lin Siyan, oblivious to the dangers, or perhaps driven by a natural sense of justice due to her status as a military dependent, actually reached out and grabbed the thief's collar.

Enraged, the thief pulled out a switchblade and stabbed Lin Siyan.

With a "bang," the thief collapsed to the ground before the switchblade even touched Lin Siyan's body.

Looking at Lu Zifeng's lead-ball-like fist, Lin Siyan was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

"I am a literary fraudster who hates evil as much as I hate it," Lu Zifeng said.

Patrol officers arrived at the scene quickly to handle the aftermath.

The thief is still alive.

Lu Zifeng used to fight a lot. He knew where to hit and where to hit to kill, so he always knew how to control his strength.

Based on eyewitness testimonies, the patrol officers did not waste too much of their time.

Because Lin Siyan had been frightened, Lu Zifeng escorted her all the way to the newspaper office before leaving.

As they parted, Lin Siyan smiled and waved to Lu Zifeng: "Well then, goodbye. You righteous and wicked literary fraud."

The red scarf made her face glow red, revealing her shallow dimples.

Wang Jianguo, the director of the Dongxian Street Police Station, is very familiar with Lu Zifeng.

As for how they became acquainted, let's not go into that.

He has now personally led a group to the Lu family, saying he wants to take Lu Zifeng back to the police station for questioning.

Lu's mother asked anxiously, "What did my Zifeng do wrong? He... he's changed a lot recently, is there some misunderstanding?"

One of the police officers sneered, "Don't you know what kind of person your son is?"

Wang Jianguo glared at his subordinate and comforted Lu's mother, saying, "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, we'll know once we investigate."

Lu's mother said, "But he's not home right now; he didn't come back last night either."

The police officer next to him sneered again: "What else is there to say? He fled to avoid punishment."

"Who are you saying is a fugitive from justice?" Lu Zifeng, carrying a canvas bag, walked straight into the courtyard.

Wang Jianguo stepped forward: "Are you aware that a canned food factory has had 1,000 yuan worth of finished products stolen?"

"I know, go to the police station and say so," Lu Zifeng said.

Wang Jianguo: "..."

Shouldn't I be the one telling you to go back to the police station?

I can't figure this out.

Lu Zifeng patted his mother on the shoulder and said, "Mom, it's okay."

Seeing Lu Zifeng's certainty, Wang Jianguo knew that this line was definitely wrong.

However, since someone has filed a police report, the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

Wu Fucheng reported the case yesterday morning. Since the security guard was knocked down and there were no eyewitnesses, the investigators were at a loss for what to do.

Wu Fucheng seized the opportunity to propose a possibility:

He had a personal grudge against Lu Zifeng, who suddenly became rich and then suddenly left Dong County.

All signs indicate that Lu Zifeng is highly suspicious.

He Cheng was also present at the time, and the poor He Cheng even tried to defend Lu Zifeng, saying a few words: "It couldn't be him, could it? His fruit basket business is doing just fine."

He Cheng knew that once Lu Zifeng was identified as a suspect, he would definitely produce evidence of his theft in order to protect himself.

Therefore, forced by circumstances, no matter how unwilling he was, he had to speak well of Lu Zifeng.

In the interrogation room.

Wang Jianguo personally took charge of the project.

「1991年1月30日晚上至1月31日凌晨，你在哪里？」

"I borrowed a friend's camera and went out with Gu Quan to take night photos. You guys are pretty familiar with Gu Quan, so why don't we bring him back for questioning?"

"You're out taking night photos instead of sleeping in the middle of the night?"

"Are you shooting night scenes during the day?"

"So what did you photograph? Stars or the moon?"

Lu Zifeng didn't say anything, but took out several photos from his canvas bag.

The photos were processed urgently and several copies were printed, but only photocopies of the outbound slip with He Cheng's fingerprint are available.

Wang Jianguo took the photo from the interrogator, and his pupils immediately dilated.

He then looked at the delivery slip and asked, "Where is the original delivery slip?"

Lu Zifeng calmly said, "I've handed it over to the newspaper. I've also submitted a copy of the photo."

Wang Jianguo was taken aback upon hearing this, realizing that the matter was complicated.

He Cheng did not receive the 1,000 yuan reward from Lu Zifeng. When he was taken back to the police station, he and Lu Zifeng, who had just come out of the police station, looked at each other.

"I was just trying to protect myself. If you want to blame someone, blame the person who slandered me," Lu Zifeng said.

Wang Jianguo gave Lu Zifeng a meaningful look.

He knew this wasn't so simple. He simply couldn't believe that Lu Zifeng and Gu Quan, those two street thugs, would go out to take night photos in the middle of the night, especially on such a remote highway without even streetlights.

He Cheng's guilt was undeniable, and Lu Zifeng's willingness to hand over this evidence to the newspaper was enough to prove that he was indeed not involved in the theft.

He Cheng confessed to his crimes without reservation, and also revealed how Lu Zifeng had forced him into this situation.

After his explanation, Wang Jianguo finally understood Lu Zifeng's true intention.

But so what?

Was it He Cheng's own idea to go gambling?

Was stealing the canned food He Cheng came up with himself?

The only instance where Lu Zifeng instigated the theft of the account book can be attributed to him.

However, the matter of stealing the account books needs to be considered from two perspectives:

First, the theft of the account books was to destroy false accounts and exonerate economic criminals;

Second, the account books were stolen in order to report economic crimes.

Clearly, Lu Zifeng had already handed over the false accounting books to the newspaper, which then transferred them to the inspection authorities.

Not only is he innocent, he's actually meritorious!

The country is currently cracking down on cases of triangular debt and embezzlement of state-owned assets, and Lu Zifeng stands with the country.

Wu Fucheng never expected that the person who stole the canned food would be his own nephew.

He never expected that his own nephew would steal his account book.

That document clearly records how he gradually transferred collective assets into his own name.

There's also the flow of funds in the triangular debt system.