Somewhere in Guizhou, Zhu Shijun sat in a dim room.
"Zhu Shijun, be frank and confess. This time toxic cigarettes have reappeared on the market, is it related to you," personnel from the Provincial Public Security Department and Bureau of Industry and Commerce, dressed in police and commerce uniforms, were recording his statement.
In the interrogation room of seven or eight square meters, sitting across from Zhu Shijun were about four people. The police rank and badges on their bodies indicated they were provincial-level state officials.
"I've already said what I needed to say. I've been in Guizhou for these past years, and haven't dealt with tobacco matters, nor have I been in contact with them." Facing the ferocious investigators, Mr. Zhu remained composed, showing no trace of fear.
