Chapter 11 - Nothing to Say
One of the patrolling officers gulped. “Is he trying to rob you for your belongings?”
He gestured toward the middle-aged man as he spoke.
“Yeah, he's attempting to forcefully open my car door without my consent.”
Su Ming offered a faint smile.
The two officers exchanged glances.
Abruptly, the officer on the left produced an electric baton and applied pressure against the middle-aged man's body.
A twitch coursed through the middle-aged man.
Following that, the two patrol officers subdued the middle-aged man to the ground.
Gradually, the middle-aged man regained consciousness.
His eyes met the furious stares of the two patrollers.
Handcuffs secured his wrists.
What was happening?
“What are you doing?”
Struggling, the middle-aged man queried.
Yet, a patrolling officer from behind seized his neck. “Stay still.”
“Come take a look.”
The two officers guided him toward the back of the car, where Su Ming had unlocked the door.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened as he glimpsed the car's contents.
He had been right!
Those bamboo shoots were genuinely crafted from gold!
“You are suspected of attempted robbery. Involving a substantial sum!”
The middle-aged man stood bewildered.
He had become a captive just like that?
“Allow me to explain. It's not as it appears.”
“Silence!”
One of the policemen barked, “You forcibly opened the car door without authorization. Now, with irrefutable evidence, you still intend to argue?”
The middle-aged man neared tears.
He was incredibly unfortunate.
He had merely intended to purchase a bamboo shoot.
It made sense why Su Ming had refused to sell to him.
Su Ming even asserted he couldn't afford the bamboo shoots.
Initially, he had believed Su Ming acted deliberately.
Yet now, reflecting, Su Ming's words had proven accurate.
His current predicament was a consequence of his disbelief in Su Ming.
The issue lay in no one trusting him.
A young man owning a considerable plot in the city center was difficult to believe.
Further puzzling was the fact that if others possessed golden bamboo shoots, they would cautiously stash them in basements, fearing exposure.
Nobody would be as casual as Su Ming, placing them in his car.
“Couldn't you keep these golden bamboo shoots at home? Are you intentionally causing trouble?”
The middle-aged man was on the verge of tears.
“I apologize.”
Su Ming offered a faint smile. “These items consume a lot of space. I'm planning to sell them.”
Even the two patrolmen were rendered speechless.
Were all affluent individuals this capricious?
This chapt𝓮r is updat𝒆d by (f)reew𝒆b(n)ovel.com