45: Chapter 45 Is selling three-wheeled motorcycles illegal?

What's going on?

Lin Heng was also completely baffled.

He had merely sold some items and completed an international order; how could that possibly provoke them?

Lin Heng gave a wry smile, then quickly shook his head and said lightly:

"It's nothing, really. I just casually sold some things to the Prince of Dubai. Are you going to arrest me for that too?"

Hearing this, the Director's mouth twitched.

Casually sold some things, referring to munitions?

If the trade of munitions were legal, the entire Earth would probably be setting off fireworks everywhere.

Otherwise, so many people wouldn't be called arms dealers; they would have changed their names to Fireworks Suppliers.

The Director paused for a moment, then also gave a wry smile before speaking:

"We know about your situation. Now, you should quickly show us the order so we can assist in resolving this matter."

"Considering your previous meritorious service, perhaps we can show some leniency and strive for a lenient or special handling for you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Heng's brow twitched slightly.

"Do you really intend to proceed this way?"

"What else?"

The Director was almost laughing in exasperation.

Then his expression quickly turned serious.

"Don't think we are joking with you."

"You are still a student. There are some things you might not understand the gravity of; you can't control them. Don't put money first at such a young age. What you should be doing at your age is studying hard. After you graduate..."

Mid-sentence, the Director seemed to realize that Lin Heng's actual profession was international trade... He immediately connected it to what had happened earlier, so he quickly changed his words.

"Right! Although what you are doing now is equivalent to getting early experience in your chosen career, you still need to consider whether there were any procedural violations. Everyone thinks highly of your talent. If you can utilize your abilities properly, you will certainly be able to achieve success internationally..."

Suddenly...

The Director realized again that what he was saying seemed somewhat off.

Why did it feel like Lin Heng doing this was inevitable?

He felt like he was about to fall into this strange spell himself.

He licked his dry lips, then quickly gave a wry smile: "In short, you should first tell us where you are hiding that order."

"If you assist us in handling a domestic arsenal, it will be a great service to you, and perhaps we can even secure a reduced sentence for you."

However, Lin Heng just smiled and shook his head.

"I just sold some gas canisters and a few three-wheeled vehicles. Is it necessary to make such a fuss?"

"At most, I sold a retired fire truck. Do you even need to concern yourselves with that?"

"Who stipulated that one cannot buy a fire truck?"

He couldn't understand when these items started being classified as munitions.

Moreover, he was clearly promoting domestic exports!

He was a great contributor!

When did he become an arms dealer?!

gas canisters!?

three-wheeled vehicles?!

Retired fire trucks?!

What the heck was all this?

The Director was also stunned, sensing that something was amiss.

Thinking carefully, could this guy be making excuses?

Wasn't that a ridiculous joke!

Did the Prince of Dubai himself not afford tanks?

And he needed to buy fire trucks and three-wheeled vehicles from Lin Heng?

Was he trying to fool him!

"Where is the address? We will investigate this matter ourselves."

The Director quickly demanded.

He knew Lin Heng probably wouldn't tell the truth, so he could only resort to threats.

Helplessly, Lin Heng shrugged.

"You already have my phone. You can see the order on it yourself."

"As for the location, I shouldn't need to spell it out, right?"

At these words, the Director's expression changed.

Good heavens!

This audacity was too great!

Such important information was kept directly on a mobile phone??

He couldn't comprehend it, but he was greatly shocked.

But soon, the Director still ordered someone to bring Lin Heng's phone over.

"Is it unlocked?" the Director asked the person approaching.

That person looked somewhat embarrassed.

"It's unlocked, or rather, it doesn't even have a lock on it. It can be opened directly."

Huh!?

The Director's eyes widened even further.

Good heavens!

Didn't Lin Heng worry at all that his status as an arms dealer would be known by others?

If someone else picked up his phone, the result was hard to imagine.

With a heart full of suspicion, he quickly tapped open the phone.

And then...

Following one of the orders, he quickly locked onto a location.

Gangyang Chemical Plant!

And it was a treasure-hunting order, no less!

Clearly priced and being sold online!

What immense audacity!

The Director's nose was almost crooked with anger.

He immediately snorted coldly.

"What incredible nerve!"

"Quickly notify the Gangyang police station and the Military Region! Go immediately to the local Gangyang Chemical Plant to investigate thoroughly. Make sure this matter is investigated clearly!"

"Yes!"

The person quickly nodded heavily and agreed.

After finishing this, the Director glanced at Lin Heng again. The young man was maintaining his composure.

"Lin Heng, our people have gone to investigate. If you confess now, perhaps we can still treat you leniently. If you continue to resist severely, then all those good memories we shared will have to be bid farewell to."

"Our police department will remember your good deeds for helping us solve cases, but this is official business. If you still don't talk, don't blame us for being impolite."

The Director's tone was stern.

What a kid, still able to act so unconcerned at a time like this!

Let's see if you can keep up the act later!

Lin Heng, however, gave a helpless, wry smile, "I really wasn't lying to you..."

I'm begging you to investigate clearly, otherwise, I'll truly thank you.

... At the same time.

Gangyang.

Gangyang Chemical Plant.

Many people were working vigorously.

"Damn it, this furnace is too hot..."

"That guy placed another order last time, one hundred thousand units! Good heavens, who wouldn't be envious of that..."

One of the workers was chatting.

Someone next to him immediately joked.

"Don't even think about it. If it weren't for him placing orders, our thirty-year-old factory would have probably gone bankrupt long ago."

"Now, it's all supported by his orders alone."

"If you don't want to be laid off, you should pray more for him to buy our factory's gas canisters."

"Think about your wife back home, the one who constantly threatens to divorce you. Aren't you scared?"

The man chuckled and continued speaking.

Hearing this, the person who had been adding charcoal to the furnace shivered and quickly fell silent.

But he still pouted a bit.

"Damn it, these one hundred thousand gas canisters, if they were used in a war, they could probably make a loud bang across a whole street, right?"

"We don't even know what they are taking them over there to do."

"That's not something you or I can contemplate."

"Maybe foreigners are setting up street stalls for barbecue? I heard that Syrian-style street stall hotpot was quite popular recently!"

The two chatted animatedly.

At this moment, police sirens suddenly sounded from outside!