"Mr. Zhang, what do you mean by that?" The officer furrowed his brow, sensing an underlying message in Zhang Menglong's words.
"Officer, may I ask you a question?"
"Of course, go ahead, Mr. Zhang."
"If you were a millionaire—no, if you were a billionaire, would you do something for a bribe of 100,000 yuan that might land you in jail?"
"Hahaha, of course not!" The officer laughed, a person with assets in the billions wouldn't risk it all for 100,000 yuan, that would just mean they were out of their mind.
"You see, a normal person wouldn't do such a thing. Don't you find this very suspicious?" Zhang Menglong said.
"Certainly, if a billionaire did such a thing, it would indeed be worth investigating deeply," the officer said, "But Mr. Zhang, your roommate is just a student from an ordinary family, and according to our investigation, 100,000 yuan is not a small amount for him."
