Zheng He angrily said, "Her offering fifty thousand yuan for my signature was just a pretext. What she really coveted was my body!"
"Comrade, please stay calm," the police officer sympathized with Zheng He, who was so young and had already encountered such a perverted old man.
The key issue was that Zheng He had not only run into a perverted old man but was also mistaken for a pervert by the police. Zheng He felt deeply wronged.
After Zheng He vented his anger, something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked, "Officer, in this situation, should she compensate me for emotional distress?"
No matter what, he had to seize the opportunity to make some money!
He had already lost over 500 yuan this afternoon, and his fifty thousand yuan autograph deal had fallen through this evening, not to mention the unjust trauma his eyes had undergone. He had to recover some benefits at least!
"How much compensation do you want?" the police officer asked.