When Guo Tiebing and his colleague took the swindler away, he was still a little dazed.
How could this man possibly, possibly not fall for it-and even hand him over to the police?
"You can't arrest me! I'm a returned overseas Chinese! I have an American passport! I have diplomatic immunity!" the swindler shouted as he struggled.
Huh? Was he really an overseas Chinese?
"Then please show us your passport." Guo Tiebing grew somewhat cautious too. In those days, the label of returned overseas Chinese still carried considerable weight. Everyone, from top to bottom, knew the broad policy was to encourage overseas Chinese to invest in the mainland. Descendants of major landlords and warlords who had fled abroad, and even descendants of notorious collaborators and Qing loyalists, had all returned openly.
That left Guo Tiebing somewhat uncertain too. He loosened his hold on the swindler and looked at Li Long.
If Li Long had made a false police report, that would be quite troublesome.
"Exactly. If you really are a returned overseas Chinese, show us your passport." Li Long was not worried in the slightest. Would a real overseas Chinese come all the way to the far northwest to swindle him?
There were plenty of cases he had seen later. That man surnamed Huang from Singapore had acquired hundreds of domestic state-owned enterprises without putting up a cent, making a killing.
If this swindler really had overseas Chinese status, he would have plenty of ways to make money. Would he need to come here to cheat Li Long out of twenty thousand yuan?
His sights would have been set far too low.
Seeing how certain Li Long was, Guo Tiebing relaxed a little and told his colleague not to rush.
"My passport is at the hotel. I didn't bring it."