Zhu Zheng’s studio is located in the most prosperous office area in the city, where the most famous domestic film and television creation teams and cultural media organizations are gathered. Many film and television dramas were born here.
Guan Zheng looked at these numerous buildings and said: "The world of the rich is really hard to understand. What do you think about buying such a poor building at such an expensive and low price?"
Xu Jiuyan smiled and said, "You don't understand this, the rich have money in their pockets, and they have face!"
Guanzheng nodded and said, "Go in and see if Zhu Zheng is a talented screenwriter or a smart spy."
When the two entered the building, Xu Jiuyan ran to the front desk to find Zhu Zheng's contact information and office location. Xu Jiuyan stepped forward and pressed the elevator, bent over and stretched out her hand: "President, please come in."
The corner of Guan Zheng's mouth raised slightly, and she raised her hand and rubbed Xu Jiuyan's head, and said, "Xiaozi did a good job."
Xu Jiuyan rolled her eyes and then got into the elevator.
Xu Jiuyan knocked on the office door, Zhu Zhengzheng was writing something at his desk. Xu Jiuyan walked in and said, "Hello, we are from the Criminal Police Brigade of Nanyi Public Security Bureau. I want to talk to you about your script."
Zhu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "The police asked me to tell me about the script? Why, want to make a TV series about police and criminals?"
Guan Zheng smiled and said, "You really think a little bit too much. We are from the Criminal Police Brigade, not from the Propaganda Department."
Zhu Zheng got up and poured two cups of tea, and said, "Then I murdered and set fire?"
Xu Jiuyan came forward and said calmly: "You really can laugh. We are here to investigate the situation and ask you a few questions."
Zhu Zheng handed the tea cups to two people and said, "Of course, please sit down."
Zhu Zheng pulled his suit, raised his legs, and asked, "What do you want to ask?"
"We want to ask about Nanyi International Art Festival." Xu Jiuyan said directly.
Zhu Zheng nodded and said: "Nanyi International Art Festival is really a competition that changed my life. If it weren't for this competition, I wouldn't have such a big studio."
Guan Zheng suddenly asked: "Then you are facing a studio with dozens of film and television media talents, is there anyone you want to thank?"
Zhu Zheng looked at Guan Zheng, then at Xu Jiuyan, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Guan Zheng said lightly: "Don't you think you should thank many people?"
Seeing Zhu Zheng’s confusion and panic, Xu Jiuyan said, “What he means is, do you want to thank your parents or your friends for such a great achievement? Maybe your opponent?”
Zhu Zheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I am an orphan, so I can't talk about thanking my parents. Maybe I will be very grateful to a friend of mine who has always encouraged me to stick to my dream and take the path I like."
Guan Zheng asked reluctantly: "Then do you remember Mao Ping?"
The tea cup in Zhu Zheng's hand was overturned in his arms, the panic on his face was definitely not a pretense. Xu Jiuyan reminded gently: "Mr. Zhu Zheng, are you okay?"
Zhu Zheng was relieved, took the tissue that Xu Jiuyan handed over, wiped the drops of water in her arms, and said, "Oh, it's okay."
The corner of Guan Zheng's mouth raised slightly, and he said with a smile: "Your reaction is too big, right? Ms. Mao Ping won't be your enemy? Are you scared like this?"
Zhu Zheng smiled pale and said: "You are just kidding me. Mao Ping is a very good friend of mine. She has a great influence on my script creation. She is my noble man. It can be said that without her, I Would not be a screenwriter."
Guan Zheng nodded and asked, "Then what do you think about Ms. Mao Ping's suicide?"
Zhu Zheng expressed regret and said: "As everyone knows, Ms. Mao Ping is a very good writer. At the same time, she is also a very good screenwriter. She has a lot of classic screen scripts, which has also benefited me a lot. And Mao Ping Madam is a very talented person. She is a very talented writer who can handle various genres. It can be said that she is a rare genius writer. Regarding the death of Ms. Mao Ping, I can only say that it is destined, and I am also very sorry."
Guan Zheng asked lukewarmly: "Then do you think Ms. Mao Ping will really commit suicide?"
Zhu Zheng then said: "Isn't it the conclusion made by the police?"
Guan Zheng adjusted his sitting posture, put his feet flat on the ground, folded his hands together, and stared at Zhu Zheng with his eyes tightly. The powerful aura made people a little timid, and said, "I am asking you now. Do you think Ms. Mao Ping will commit suicide?"
Zhu Zheng looked at Xu Jiuyan and said, "To be honest, I always think that Ms. Mao Ping is a very optimistic person. She loves life very much, and she lives a very rich life. I personally don't particularly believe it. Yes. But you should also be aware that if a person experiences different things, they have different views on life, and suicide is not impossible."
Guan Zheng nodded and said: "What you said is reasonable, then we will leave first. You must pay attention to your personal safety recently."
Zhu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and said, "That's natural, and I hope you can work smoothly."
Guan Zheng and Xu Jiuyan went downstairs. Xu Jiuyan couldn't wait to ask Guan Zheng: "This Zhu Zheng is so strange, is he related to Ms. Mao Ping?"
Guan Zheng frowned and said: "Zhu Zheng is indeed too strange. All of his behavior is unreasonable, and what he means is that he thinks Mao Ping's suicide is normal, which is contrary to the situation we visited recently. At the same time. This Zhu Zheng was very disgusted with our re-examination of Mao Ping. He meant that he should not re-examine the matter between words, which shows that he is eager to get rid of suspicion."
Xu Jiuyan also agreed, saying: "Should we apply for a search warrant?"
Guan Zheng put a chocolate bean in his mouth and said: "There is another question. If Mao Ping's death is related to Zhu Zheng, why didn't the person who challenged the letter catch Zhu Zheng, but took Zhang Keping away? Jane indirectly explained that Zhang Keping was related to Mao Ping's death."
"Then what should I do with this line?"
Guan Zheng said: "Let the investigators come and watch, and you must ensure the safety of Zhu Zheng."
Xu Jiuyan couldn't help sighing, and said, "That can be done, too, but we haven't found Zhang Keping yet."
Guan Zheng said: "Zhang Keping must look for it, but I suspect that even if it is found now, it is just a corpse."
Xu Jiuyan said a little disgustingly: "Can you stop the crow's mouth?"
As soon as Xu Jiuyan's voice fell, the phone in her pocket rang. Xu Jiuyan glanced at the caller ID, which was Li Chongyang's phone, and turned on the speakerphone and said, "Hey, this is Xu Jiuyan."
"Xiaojiu, Zhang Keping is dead." (End of this chapter)