In the quiet interrogation room, Liu Yilin, the son of Ping'an City's richest man, sat on the cold, hard interrogation chair that dug into his backside, staring helplessly and hatefully at the police officer sitting across from him with that damned smile on his face.
Wang Yan folded his arms and said cheerfully, "You don't need to be so upset. Your father actually did make some calls. Just five minutes ago, the Municipal Bureau's leadership was still in a meeting about the Old Zhao family. I don't know the specifics, but I imagine your father spoke to some city leader and eventually got through to the Municipal Bureau.
"The main leaders of the Municipal Bureau and the various precincts' leaders should all have been there. I made my refusal perfectly clear, so don't get your hopes up. But honestly, I can understand your father, though I do look down on him a little. Saying one thing and doing another doesn't suit his status. It also shows just how helpless he is when it comes to you.
"Your father told you to cooperate properly. I don't know how you interpreted that, but I took it literally. I hope you don't take it as sarcasm. So tell me, young master—when did it start? Who got you into it? Who supplied you? Who did it with you? Who else do you know? Start from the beginning and tell me everything.
"Let me make this clear. You can keep resisting if you want. No problem. As long as I don't have evidence that you were involved in drug trafficking, this time you'll get fifteen days in detention and a two-thousand-yuan fine. That punishment was publicly decided in the Municipal Bureau's meeting. It's set in stone.
"But let me tell you this: if you don't