"All right, the statement's done. You can go now."
A young policeman closed the notebook and smiled at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze nodded and stood up, preparing to leave.
At that moment, the middle-aged policeman who was sitting beside the young policeman suddenly asked,
"Mr. Xu, where is your bookstore? Is business good?"
"Nothing much," Zhou Ze answered honestly.
Many people had asked him this question. They were asking about the business of the living. Naturally, Zhou Ze answered them with the business of the living.
"Then why did you choose to continue running this store?" the middle-aged policeman asked.
"I'm a live-in son-in-law. My father-in-law is very rich. He doesn't lack money. He's just killing time."
The middle-aged officer was stunned for a moment before he nodded. He raised his hand and said, "You can leave now. If there's anything else you need to ask, we will inform you."
"Gladly."
