Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

Chen Jianming was stunned when he saw the police officers appear before him.

What happened? Could it be related to my third uncle? Is he trying to smear me?

As far as I can remember, the factory left by my parents was managed by my third uncle.

However, even if that were the case, he wasn't afraid. He really wanted to see how his third uncle would frame him.

"I am Chen Jianming, officer. What can I do for you?" He stepped forward and answered.

"Come with us, we need to ask you about something."

The lead police officer spoke, his expression serious, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Officer, what's going on? Is there some misunderstanding? Xiao Chen is a good person."

Aunt Xu quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Chen Jianming, blocking the police for him.

"Yes, officer, what's the matter? Why are you arresting people all of a sudden?"

Grandpa Li and several other neighbors quickly came over and stood in front of him to prevent the police from taking him away.

Seeing how much the senior figures were protecting him, Chen Jianming felt a warmth in his heart.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time since his parents passed away.

"Grandpa and Grandma, there are regulations from above, so I can't tell you what happened. But don't worry, we're not arresting anyone. We just want to take him to get some information. If everything's alright, he'll be back soon," the lead police officer explained calmly.

"Don't worry, Aunt Xu, Uncle Li, I'm fine, I'll be right back."

Chen Jianming smiled and waved to his senior colleagues, then looked at the police: "Let's go, comrades!"

The lead police officer nodded, remaining calm due to his professionalism, making it impossible to tell what had happened.

However, he was secretly amazed. This young man looked very young, but he was very calm and had a good mental fortitude.

If it were an average young person, they would probably be terrified if the police suddenly showed up at their door.

After leaving the courtyard, they were led into a police car by several police officers.

"What's going on? Why did a police car suddenly appear?"

"Isn't that Xiao Chen, Da Shan's son? When did he come back to the city? What did he do wrong?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Dashan and his wife are good people. Their son couldn't possibly have done anything bad. Maybe there's a mistake."

These days there's not much entertainment, and people like to join in the fun. When a police car suddenly appeared in the alley, the neighbors gathered together, peeking and watching, wondering what had happened.

The police car drove through the streets and soon arrived at a local police station.

Enter the interrogation room and sit down.

"Name."

"Chen Jianming".

"You just returned to the city yesterday? Where did you go after you got back?"

Two police officers sat behind a table opposite them and began questioning them.

"Yes, I took the train for several days. After returning and reporting back, I went to the guesthouse for a meal and rest."

As Chen Jianming answered, he was also quickly thinking to himself what had happened.

Judging from the current situation, it seems to have little to do with Uncle Chen Damin.

"What's the name of the guesthouse? Did you see Chen Weiguo yesterday? I think he's your cousin, and he works at the neighborhood office."

The police officers had serious expressions, which, combined with the dim lighting in the interrogation room, created a very oppressive atmosphere.

"So it's related to that bastard Chen Weiguo!"

Chen Jianming was surprised, but on the surface he remained calm.

He said seriously, "I ate at the Jinhao Guesthouse and then slept there. After returning yesterday, I went to the neighborhood office to report and did see my cousin once. Officer, what exactly happened?"

"Jinhao Guesthouse? That's the best guesthouse around here, isn't it? You're already this rich after just getting back?"

The person being questioned was a middle-aged police officer, who was very vigilant and kept observing his expression throughout the questioning.

Chen Jianming smiled shyly and said, "To be honest, officer, my parents left me quite a bit of property, and they also left me some money before they passed away. I've been living in the mountains all this time, and I just got back to the city and wanted to enjoy myself a bit."

"So that's how it is."

The middle-aged police officer nodded and then said, "I called you here today because it's related to Chen Weiguo's disappearance. I wanted to ask if you know anything about the situation."

"What? My brother's gone missing? Officer, when did this happen?"

Chen Jianming's face was full of surprise, yet there was no trace of acting in it.

In my past life, that would definitely be considered an Oscar-worthy performance!

It has to be the experience-based approach!

The middle-aged police officer picked up a teacup, took a sip of water, and asked again, "It must have been last night. We just received the report not long ago, and we haven't figured out the specifics yet. Did you see him last night?"

Chen Jianming shook his head, looking blank: "No, after I went back yesterday, I wandered around the city, bought some pastries and snacks, and then went to the guesthouse. The staff at Jinhao Guesthouse can vouch for that."

"Alright, don't mind us. We just wanted to get some information from you. If you have any leads, please let us know. Now that's all, you can go back." The middle-aged policeman tidied up the documents and stood up.

He observed for a long time but couldn't see anything wrong with Chen Jianming's face.

"Please, officers, find my cousin as soon as possible."

"We will inform your family members when we have news."

"Okay, officer, I'll be going now."

He got up, shook hands with the two police officers, and left the interrogation room as if nothing had happened.

After he left, the middle-aged policeman looked at a young policeman next to him and asked, "Xiao Wang, what do you think of this young man?"

"There doesn't seem to be anything unusual, so it shouldn't be related to this matter."

The middle-aged police officer nodded: "I think so too, but this young man has a good mentality and is quite calm in the face of trouble."

Chen Jianming finally breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the police station.

"It seems I'll have to be more restrained in the future," he mused to himself.

This time, I was too eager for revenge and was indeed a bit careless.

Although there aren't many cameras these days, this kind of thing can easily arouse suspicion.

After all, Chen Weiguo had a direct relationship with him, and in the end, he met with him, so the police naturally found out about it immediately.

Fortunately, he did it discreetly and didn't leave any clues.

On the street, people come and go, and every now and then someone rides a bicycle.

"Oh? It's you, young man. Need a ride in a tricycle?"

As I was strolling along, a small tricycle suddenly drifted and stopped in front of me.

He looked up and was immediately delighted to see that it was the talkative old man he had met on the day he returned to the city.

"Sit down, sir. To Jianming Processing Plant in Dongcheng." He got into the car and gave his destination.

He figured he'd be idle anyway, so he decided to visit the factories his parents had left behind, which were now probably being managed by his third uncle, Chen Damin.

Back then, his parents even named the factory after him.

"It's a bit far, isn't it? Seven cents."

"Okay, let's go."