"Male or female?"

"male."

"I don't know, what's the matter." Ma Mingren looked dumbfounded.

"That white BMW Lu B516 was driven by Zhao Xiaoshan, and it should have been a long time."

"Zhao Xiaoshan, I haven't heard of her relatives over there, Zhao Xiaoshan."

"Your car is often lent to relatives to drive?" Zhao Ming asked.

"I bought my first second-hand car in 1998. I have bought a dozen cars in front of and behind my house. The car can’t be sold for a few years. My wife is a generous person again. It’s heartless, people say something nice, I can’t wait to dig my heart out, my brother-in-law, and the car that carries the burden are all my family's, it's hard to tell." Ma Mingren waved his hand.

"How is your relationship with your wife?"

"It's okay, live a life."

"Then why don't you two live together?"

"The year before last, I went to a foreign country to do business, and my wife felt...Yes, I understand."

Han Bin frowned slightly: "When did you return to Qindao?"

"On January 21st, I've been here by myself for half a month, it's okay."

"Your son lives with your wife?"

"No, my son went to school in another city, and he bought a ticket for the old age. Later, when this happened, he was not allowed to come back."

"Good fellow, you have three people, one by one." Zhao Ming smiled.

"Who says no? What's going on this year? Our family used to be very lively during the Chinese New Year. I have many friends. Usually everyone is busy. Just get together during the New Year. This guy is good. I stayed alone. For half a month, I didn’t dare to go out. I cooked and ate myself every day. I haven’t seen my son for half a year. If you don’t want to, it’s just one." Ma Mingren opened the chat box, held back for half a month, and finally caught People speak.

"Okay, call your wife and ask her to come over."

"Sergeant Han, she wants to ask me, what am I talking about? I asked for a long time what happened, and you didn't tell me clearly."

"Just say I'm looking for her for something, don't talk about the car."

"That's fine."

Afterwards, Ma Mingren got up and left, walked aside and called.

Zhao Ming glanced diagonally and said in a low voice, "Brother Bin, the life of this rich man is also very confused."

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, so there is nothing perfect."

After a while, Ma Mingren came over, his face a little ugly: "This old lady, I love to smell bad."

"Is your wife here?"

"At first, I didn't want to come. It was only when I shouted a few words to be honest. It is estimated that I will drive over in a while."

"What's your wife's name?"

"Ran Cui'e."

"Officer Han, what is the relationship between Zhao Xiaoshan and my wife?"

Han Bin made a note in his notebook: "Do I still want to ask you?"

"I don't really remember such a person." Ma Mingren sighed: "Police Officer Han, the atmosphere is so tight now, what happened to Zhao Xiaoshan, you need to investigate him."

"Zhao Xiaoshan is missing."

"Could it be that you were left by ge?"

"The police are responsible for leaving work. If he is left, we don't know."

"What kind of job does Zhao Xiaoshan do?"

"What work do you do?" Zhao Ming thought it was a little funny. Who would ask?

"I'm doing a little business, I'm busy, I've done everything."

"I have seen many people who are in small business, and none of them can afford Maybat."

"I started as a motorcycle accessory, and then I followed someone to turn down the house. The property has not been in good order in the past two years, and I started to make medical equipment."

"You have a good business mind."

"I'm just messing around with my friends." Ma Mingren laughed, quite proud.

Each era has different profitable industries. After that era, profitable industries are likely to lose money. There was a motorcycle boom in the 1990s. At that time, regardless of whether it was selling motorcycles or selling accessories, it could make money, but With the development of the times, motorcycles have been replaced by cars and electric vehicles, and many people who end up late have lost a lot.

The same is true for real estate. When I first started it was a mess, and it was profitable, but in the past two years, although house prices have not fallen, more and more real estate companies have gone bankrupt.

Ma Mingren has many business partners, and there are not many who can have the last laugh like him.

Big waves wash the sand.

"Officer Han, what exactly did Zhao Xiaoshan do?" Ma Mingren still didn't forget this.

"We are still investigating, and his real work is still unclear."

"You can ask his family members."

Zhao Ming asked in return: "How can the police think of such a simple matter?"

Hearing this, Ma Mingren showed a thoughtful look.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door outside: "Boom."

Ma Mingren stood up: "Who?"

"I, open the door."

"Chuck..." When the door opened, there were short and fat women standing outside, wearing masks and sunglasses, wrapping themselves tightly.

"You didn't bring the key yourself?"

"There is no key to this house at Rongjingyuan." The woman walked into the living room, and was stunned when she saw Han Bin and Zhao Ming: "This is the police?"

"Yes, police officer Han, I want to find out something about you."

Han Bin got up and looked at the woman: "Are you Ran Cui'e?"

"Yes, what's the matter with me?"

"Are you using the white BMW of Lu B516XX?"

Ran Cui'e stroked her hair: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Where is the car?"

"I lent it to a friend."

"What friend?"

Ran Cui'e sat on the sofa and twisted her hands together: "I have a lot of cars in my house, and I keep them in them, so I lent them to one of my sisters to drive them."

"Mr. Ma, we want to talk to your wife alone." Han Bin proposed.

Ma Mingren was a little reluctant: "Police Officer Han, tell me, we are a couple."

"Mr. Ma, I hope you can understand that when the police are making a transcript, it is best not to have other people present except the person involved." Zhao Ming got up and made a please gesture.

"That's all right, I'll go to the master bedroom to smoke a cigarette, you talk." Ma Mingren took a look at Ran Cui'e, and then returned to the master bedroom.

"Huh..." Ran Cui'e breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Bin motioned to Zhao Ming to turn on the law enforcement recorder and inquired routinely.

"You lent that BMW to a sister?"

"Yes."

"what is her name?"

Ran Cui'e wiped the sweat from her forehead: "My sister is also a person with a head and face. She pays more attention to privacy and is not convenient to say..."

"There is nothing inconvenient, we will not disclose it."

Ran Cui'e bowed her head silently.

"Okay, I don't want to say it here, let's go to the police station and say it."

Ran Cui'e raised her head and glared at Han Bin: "Comrade police, I am also a person with a good face anyhow, don't speak so hard, okay?"

"Yes, then let's be softer." Han Bin sneered, thinking that he was superior if he had a few money. That was the United States and it was not feasible in China.

Regardless of how many houses Ma Mingren owns, it seems to be very generous, but in fact it is just like that. Let alone compare with the director, you will have to fawn when you see the director.

Han Bin turned his head to Zhao Ming, who was on the sidelines, and said, "Call her husband out. Let's discuss this matter clearly."

Ran Cui'e hurriedly changed her words: "Don't stop, when I didn't say anything, let's do business by business."

Zhao Ming snorted: "Let's talk, what is your relationship with Zhao Xiaoshan?"

Ran Cui'e hesitated for a while and whispered: "We are good friends, good girlfriends, good sisters..."

"You gave him the car?"

"Yes."

Zhao Ming's curiosity was aroused: "Why did you give your husband's car to other men?"

Ran Cui'e pinched her forehead: "I have always regarded Zhao Xiaoshan as a good girlfriend, and I didn't think so much."

"When did you give the car to Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"It's been two years."

"How did you two meet?"

"We have a mutual friend and we can talk to each other well, and we have always regarded him as a girlfriend."

Zhao Ming shook his head: "You treat a man as a girlfriend?"

"Yes, haven't you heard the term "male best friend"?" Ran Cui'e shrugged.

"When was the last time you two contacted?"

Ran Cui'e recalled: "I haven't contacted for more than half a year."

"Didn't you say that he is a girlfriend? You gave him the car, why didn't you contact such a good girlfriend."

"What do you mean."

Ran Cui'e hesitated for a while before continuing: "He is relatively busy and young. It is when he is struggling with his career. Sometimes I ask him for tea, and he doesn't have time. After a long time, he will have less contact."

"Did you make a phone call in the past six months?"

"No."

"What is his job?"

"teacher."

"Which school teacher?"

"Teacher from Kotoshima University."

Han Bin made a note in his notebook: "He was the teacher. He told you. Or you knew it through other channels."

"He told me."

"Where are the procedures for that BMW?"

"My family also has a house in the community, which is kept in that house."

Han Bin pointed to Zhao Ming on the side: "Add his WeChat, and I will take a photo of the procedure and send it over."

"understood."

"What's your phone number?"

"13274XXXX"

Han Bin remembered: "Are there any other phone numbers?"

"13842XXXX"

"Tell me how many cell phone numbers you have, don't trouble yourself, I will check."

"Just these two."

Han Bin took out a business card and handed it to Ran Cui'e: "If you think of any clues, remember to contact me."

Later, Han Bin and the two left the house.

When waiting for the elevator, Zhao Ming couldn't help asking: "Brother Bin, do you believe that Ran Cui'e and Zhao Xiaoshan are really pure girlfriends? Good sisters?"

Han Bin snorted, "It's my shit, just figure out the source of the BMW."

In the room separated by the wall from Han Bin and others, there was a loud noise.

Ma Mingren stared at Ran Cui'e with a tiger face and asked, "Who is Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"What Zhao Xiaoshan?" Ran Cui'e swallowed.

"Give me the TM? The police told me that you gave the idle BMW to a man named Zhao Xiaoshan."

"Oh, she... we are... friends... best friends..." Ran Cui'e hesitated.

"It's yours, you think I'm a policeman, so foolish, I'll smoke you..."

"Snapped!"

"what……"

There was a sound of howling ghosts and wolves...