"I've seen it." Xing Le replied.

"Do you know the host Qiu Zhizhong?" Hu Pingtao asked.

"I saw it on TV." Xing Le was a little cautious: "Is he your friend?"

Hu Pingtao said frankly: "He is going to be the host tonight, so I will be an intermediary for you to introduce him. As for whether it will work or not, it mainly depends on the attitudes of the two of you."

"This..." Xing Le did not expect Hu Pingtao to be so direct. He was flustered for a moment and his words became stammering: "Brother Hu, I... this is not good, is it?"

"It's just a meal. I've said it all depends on you whether you succeed or not." Hu Pingtao advised: "Even if it doesn't work, just make more friends, there's no harm in it."

"But……"

"Nothing to worry about, just listen to me. I'll send you the location of the place to eat tonight later. Come on time!"

…

After hanging up the phone, Hu Pingtao suddenly felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

He was the only one in the office, sitting on a chair, saying to himself: "I am a kind-hearted person, hey hey hey, I like to help others."

Just as he was enjoying himself, Meng Hui came in from outside: "Director, come and take a look, someone has reported the crime."

Hu Pingtao was a little surprised: "Come to the police station to report a crime?"

In normal cases, you basically call the police. Either call 110 or call the police station.

Meng Hui nodded: "Yes. That person is downstairs."

…

The reporter’s name is Chen Guangzhao, a middle-aged man in his forties with semi-bald hair and a stocky build.

As long as the chairs are placed in different positions, the interrogation room becomes an ordinary room. A table separates the two sides, and the two sides can talk face to face.

Chen Guangming obviously has a lot of research on the police profession. As soon as Hu Pingtao walked in, he kept staring at the police title on Hu Pingtao's shoulder.
Chapter completed!