Chen Yuzhi went to Yu Zhitang after only one day's rest. He sat in front of the reception desk and read the newspapers, all of which were news of refugees entering the city.
The headlines became more frightening, such as "Ten Thousands of Refugees Enter the City, Jingcheng's Food Storage Is in Urgent", "Dahua Spinning Mill Announces Shutdown, Workers Ask for Wages, Causes Massacre", and "Li Qingxiong's Violent Death at Home, Industry Department Without Leader", etc. Wait.
He frowned, sighed, and muttered to himself: "It's really troublesome."
At this moment, a figure staggered into the door.
When he heard the sound, he turned his head to look, and found that the person who came was a sallow and thin young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with erratic steps, weak, as if he had been hungry for a long time.
Before the boy could walk in front of him, he suddenly fell down.
Chen Yuzhi ran forward quickly, helping the young man to get up with difficulty.
"Yu Zhi." Chu Ran's voice greeted him from behind.
He didn't have time to be polite, so he said with difficulty: "Help." Chu Ran hurried forward to support the boy's other side.
The two helped the comatose young man to the hospital bed on the second floor, and Chen Yuzhi immediately put his finger on his wrist to feel his pulse.
Chu Ran looked at the boy worriedly: "How is it?"
"The wind and cold have dragged on for a long time, it's too empty." Chen Yuzhi let go of his hand, feeling a little regretful.
He continued to check, pressing on all parts of the boy's body, and stopped when he reached his stomach. "Also, he hasn't eaten for a long time, and his stomach is very empty."
"Is it the group of refugees that came in yesterday?" Chu Ran suddenly realized.
Their eyes looked at the boy's shoes by the bed at the same time. The front end was torn, dirty and old, and there were bloodstains on the shoes, obviously after walking for a long time.
Chu Ran immediately turned around and hurried downstairs, her voice came from afar: "I'll go buy him something to eat."
Chen Yuzhi looked at the young man's face again, and was about to go downstairs to dispense the medicine.
However, before he left the bed, someone grabbed his hand. He turned his head to look, and saw that the young man had already woken up, with a pair of deer-like clean but frightened eyes, he timidly let go of Chen Yuzhi's hand, looked around, and said in confusion, "Where is this? "
"It's my clinic, you're sick."
What he said made the young man even more terrified, and he struggled to get up from the bed: "I don't treat illnesses, I don't have money."
With compassion in Chen Yuzhi's eyes, he pressed the boy back on the bed, and said softly, "Don't worry about Qian, I will treat it for free."
There was hope in the boy's eyes, and he asked, "Then can you cure my brother first?"
Before Chen Yuzhi could answer, Chu Ran stomped upstairs with a paper bag of buns.
"We'll go if we're full first."
The young man nodded, salivating at Chu Ran's paper bag. Under her signal, he bowed left and right, grabbed a bun with each hand, and stuffed it into his mouth hungrily.
Chu Ran felt sorry for what happened to him, poured a glass of water quickly, and said: "Slow down, there is still in it."
But the speed of the boy's eating remained unabated. After eating two buns like a storm, he subconsciously prepared to grab another one. He seemed to remember something, and quickly withdrew his hand from grabbing the bun.
He raised his head, looked at Chen Yuzhi and Chu Ran with some embarrassment, and asked softly, "Can I take the buns back?"
Chen Yuzhi and Chu Ran looked at each other and nodded together.
"What's your name?" Chen Yuzhi asked.
The boy grinned: "Shi Lei. My father wants me to be as hard as a rock."
After confirming that Shi Lei was fine, Chen Yuzhi and Chu Ran accompanied him to an abandoned yard, where seven or eight sick children gathered together in twos and threes, some sitting, some lying down , are all skinny.
Shi Lei couldn't wait to run over with the paper bag, and shouted happily: "I've eaten buns!"
The children jumped up when they heard the words, rushed towards Shi Lei and surrounded him. Shi Lei was like a big brother, distributing the buns in the paper bag to the children's outstretched little hands one by one.
Chen Yuzhi and Chu Ran stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching this scene, feeling a little sad in their hearts.
"I'll go buy some more food, there's not enough food for so many children."
Chen Yuzhi grabbed Chu Ran, who was about to leave, and sighed: "Treat the symptoms, not the root cause. What they need is not a few meals, but proper placement."
Chu Ran felt that what he said made sense, and hurriedly asked, "What do you think?"
"It's best for the government to come forward and give them a place to settle down. Those who are over 16 years old will be provided with jobs to cultivate their ability to be self-reliant. The younger ones will be sent to the church nursery. At the same time, free clinics and porridge sheds will be opened to get through the current situation first." difficulty."
Chu Ran thought for a while: "This matter is not something that you and I can achieve. I'm afraid I need Jiang Yuelou's help."
Chen Yuzhi agreed with her words.
Both of them were activists, so they went directly to the police station to discuss countermeasures with Jiang Yuelou. But Jiang Yuelou was not in the office when he was out on errands, so the two rushed to nothing. When leaving, I met a woman in plain clothes standing at the gate of the police station, who seemed to be waiting for Jiang Yuelou.
Chen Yuzhi went up to meet him and asked, "Are you looking for Jiang Yuelou? Are you?"
The woman bowed to him politely, and replied, "Hello, my name is Gao Yun. I have something to ask Section Chief Jiang. It seems that you know him?"
"We know him. He may be busy with a case right now. If you have something urgent, I can convey it for you."
Gao Yun was a little hesitant, showing an embarrassed expression, which was completely different from the heroic and hearty one before.
"I... I'm here to get the money."
The three walked to the alley next to the police station, and Gao Yun continued to talk about her difficulties.
"I am the principal of Ci'an Primary School. Most of our schools are children from poor families. Half of them are orphans left by the war. It is difficult to get together the basic education expenses and board and lodging expenses every year. Section Chief Jiang knew this three years ago. Afterwards, they subsidized us a large amount of money every year. But this year was too cold, the price of coal rose sharply, and the cost of heating was twice as expensive as in previous years, so... "
She didn't say any more, and lowered her head in embarrassment.
Chen Yuzhi and Chu Ran had never heard of Jiang Yuelou having such a side, and they both looked surprised. But now is not the time to worry about this, Chen Yuzhi hurriedly asked, "How much do you need?"
"I want to get 3,000 yuan from Section Chief Jiang first, enough to last until the New Year. After the year, the school may be closed."
"Because there is no money?" Chu Ran asked.
Gao Yun sighed: "Yeah, I really can't afford it. There are fewer and fewer people, more and more children, and after the new year, the landlord will raise the price. Even with the help of Section Chief Jiang, it will be difficult to sustain it." .”
Without saying a word, Chen Yuzhi took out all the money on his body: "I only have so much at present, you take it first."
"No, I can't take this." Gao Yun hurriedly pushed and shoved him.
"Take it." Chen Yuzhi stubbornly put the money in Gao Yun's hand, but Gao Yun couldn't shirk it, so she had to take it, "I thank you on behalf of the children."
Chu Ran also took out some money, put them in Gao Yun's hands together, and comforted him: "Let's figure out the rest together."
Gao Yun looked at the two of them with tears in his eyes, and gratefully held the money in his hand.
After sending Gao Yun away, Chu Ran followed Chen Yuzhi back home, and found that he and Jiang Yuelou were neighbors. He couldn't help but marvel that there was such a coincidence in the world.
Chen Yuzhi put the cactus on the flower stand at the gate of the yard, which was an agreement between him and Jiang Yuelou, and turned around to make a gesture of invitation to Chu Ran.
The two sat down at the table, and Chen Yuzhi poured Chu Ran a cup of tea.
Chu Ran held the tea cup and said with emotion: "I didn't expect Jiang Yuelou to be so cold and kind."
Chen Yuzhi smiled, remembering how much he had misunderstood him before. If he hadn't become a friend after going through so many things, he might treat him as an enemy, and he would never be able to see the essence of this person clearly.
"Maybe we can help with Gao Yun's matter." He thought for a while and said.
"Do you have any idea?"
"Contributions."
When Chu Ran heard this, he shook his head disapprovingly: "I'm afraid it will be difficult. In a peaceful and prosperous age, everyone is full, and it may be feasible. Now that a large number of refugees are pouring into Jingcheng, there are too many monks and too little porridge. Where can I go to get a share of the pie?" ?”
Chen Yuzhi had thought about it for a long time, and patiently explained: "I have thought about this issue. This fundraising is mainly for businessmen and gentry. First, they have sufficient economic strength. Second, we can give them what they need accordingly. For example, you can write an article on the theme of charitable fundraising, and their business firms are marked in the article, which is considered free advertising. As for me, I can be a family doctor for free for these people who donate funds.”
"It's indeed a good idea. Moreover, resettlement of refugees and school fundraising can be carried out simultaneously." Chu Ran's eyes lit up, and he very much agreed with Chen Yuzhi's plan.
She watched him take out a pen and paper, and neatly wrote down his initial thoughts and measures on fundraising, each of which made her admire.
She pointed to one of the measures and said with a smile: "You still want to launch a student charity performance."
"Children from Ci'an Elementary School going to the streets for charity performances is the best publicity in itself, and it can also prevent children from developing the bad habit of getting something for nothing."
Chu Ran looked at the paper for a while, and suddenly said, "Sometimes, I feel that you and Jiang Yuelou are really the same kind of people."
"Isn't it the opposite?"
She smiled and shook her head: "It's the same goal by different routes."
"Maybe." Chen Yuzhi smiled noncommittally.
Jiang Yuelou had just come out of the Financial Secretary at this time, and visited Zhan Junbai for the refugee resettlement plan, and at the same time knew that the deputy who cooperated with him in implementing the plan was Zhao Jingming, who was not very good with him.
He didn't care, but Zhao Jingming didn't really want to cooperate with him. It was just an arrangement of the committee and he couldn't refuse it explicitly.
On the contrary, Zhao Moqing came to his senses and found out that Jiang Yuelou was in the Financial Secretary, so he deliberately stopped the car on the way he had to pass on his return trip, unplugged the fuel pipe on the fuel tank, and a tank of fuel slowly leaked out.
She leaned on her small, western-looking car, took out the mirror, and carefully touched up her makeup. She put bright lipstick on her lips, which was sexy and beautiful.
She is very satisfied with her image, and she is full of confidence in her plan to captivate Jiang Yuelou in a while.
Sun Yongren drove all the way, and saw a car parked on the deserted road in front of him very early, with a puddle of oil on the ground at the rear of the car, and a young lady with an anxious expression standing beside the car. He reminded Jiang Yuelou: "Boss, that car seems to have broken down, and the oil leaked all over the place, should you stop?"
Jiang Yuelou glanced across Zhao Moqing's face lightly, and said unceremoniously: "When did you feel so sorry for the fragrance and jade, I didn't know?"
Sun Yongren understood what Jiang Yuelou meant, kept quiet and focused on driving.
Zhao Moqing had already seen the approaching car, which was Jiang Yuelou's car, and hurriedly raised his handkerchief to signal him to stop.
But the car didn't slow down at all, and whizzed past her. She froze her hands and looked sideways in disbelief, only to find that Jiang Yuelou in the back row didn't look at her at all.
Not long after the car drove out, Sun Yongren glanced at the embarrassed Zhao Moqing in the rearview mirror, with hesitation on his face, and suddenly heard Jiang Yuelou say, "Stop at the racecourse ahead."
Sun Yongren turned his head to look in surprise.
"You come back to pick her up, and I'll ride back on horseback." Jiang Yuelou explained.
Sun Yongren suddenly smiled hippie, thinking that he was embarrassed to strike up a conversation with other girls just now, and said excitedly: "Boss, what are you doing with Fei, I just turn around and go back now."
It's a pity that Jiang Yuelou stared at him coldly: "I don't want a strange woman within two meters."
Sun Yongren was aggrieved by the fierce words, and whispered: "Then in Hong Kong back then, Miss Cheng..."
These words reached Jiang Yuelou's ears, and he slapped him on the back of the head unceremoniously.
Zhao Moqing, who was standing on the side of the road, hadn't regained his composure, and stomped his feet angrily, "You're not a gentleman, you don't care if a girl is in trouble!"
As soon as she finished complaining, she heard the horn of the car, looked up, and found that Jiang Yuelou's car had come back again, and she was immediately happy.
However, only the driver Sun Yongren was in the car, and Jiang Yuelou was no longer in the back seat.
"Miss, get in the car, I will take you back to the city."
Although Zhao Moqing was a little disappointed, he had no other choice at this time, so he got in the car, sat in the seat where Jiang Yuelou had just sat in the back row, and gently stroked the seat cushion with his fingers, as if feeling the remaining temperature of Jiang Yuelou .
"Just now I saw Section Chief Jiang in the back seat?" She asked knowingly.
Sun Yongren looked at her from the rearview mirror in surprise: "Do you know our Section Chief Jiang?"
"I'm Zhao Moqing." She smiled gracefully.
Sun Yongren was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized: "Are you Section Chief Zhao's sister?"
Zhao Moqing didn't answer clearly, but asked about Jiang Yuelou's movements. "It will take at least half an hour to go back to the police station. Isn't Section Chief Jiang taking the car?"
Before Sun Yongren could answer her, she saw the answer herself.
Not far ahead, a man in a dark uniform was riding on a pure white horse, looking reckless and vigorous.
Zhao Moqing's eyes seemed to be glued to his body, watching the distance between him and himself getting closer, even running side by side for a few seconds, he could see his stern and handsome side face. Even if the car overtook him in the end, Zhao Moqing still lay on the window and looked back, reluctant to let him out of his sight.
Jiang Yuelou watched his car chasing him, and casually glanced into the car. And this glance was deeply imprinted in Zhao Moqing's heart.
Sun Yongren sent Zhao Moqing to Daxing Foreign Firm with all his heart and responsibility, stopped the car, and said hello, which brought her back to her senses.
She opened the car door and was about to get off, when she suddenly asked Sun Yongren, "By the way, what color does Section Chief Jiang like?"
Before Sun Yongren could react, he was dragged into Daxing Foreign Firm by Zhao Moqing in a daze.
He wanted to break free but didn't dare to use too much force. He said with a bitter face, "Miss Zhao, is this inappropriate? If our section chief finds out, my ass will bloom."
Miss Zhao Moqing's temper is the most important thing to achieve her own goals, so she doesn't care so much. But she was also worried that Sun Yongren would not cooperate, so she hurriedly comforted her: "Don't worry, God knows, you know, I know, others don't."
She pressed Sun Yongren on the chair, turned around and went behind the counter to get something.
It was the first time for Sun Yongren to come to Daxing Foreign Firm, and he looked around unconsciously.
Not far away, a clerk opened the cabinet to search for products. Sun Yongren happened to look there and found that there were a few pieces of Western soap in the cabinet. The wrapping paper used was the kind produced in the old warehouse in the suburbs.
He immediately became excited, and just as he was about to get up, Zhao Moqing came back with a tray containing ties of different colors and styles.
"You have been with Jiang Yuelou for so many years, you must know him very well. Help me find out, which color does he like?"
Sun Yongren's mind was completely occupied by Western soap, and he was looking for an opportunity to take a closer look, but he just glanced at the tie casually and pointed at one blindly. "This, as long as it's not black."
He looked past Zhao Moqing, and looked at the cabinet again, but unfortunately the guy closed the cabinet quickly, so he couldn't continue to observe.
Zhao Moqing saw his perfunctory, and was a little displeased: "Look carefully, be serious."
Sun Yongren lowered his head, and realized that what he was pointing blindly just happened to be the black he just mentioned. He touched his nose in embarrassment, so he had to carefully look at all the ties, pointed to the blue one and said, "This one is very good."
Zhao Moqing picked it up half-believingly and looked at it: "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. By the way, Miss Zhao, does your foreign company have western soap? The section chief told me to buy one a few days ago, but I forgot."
Zhao Moqing turned around and waved to a clerk, and when he came to him, he told him to get a piece of soap.
Sun Yongren looked at the guy eagerly, and his gaze followed him, only to see him bring another type of western soap that was on sale from a glass container.
"Well, is there any discounted or unnecessary old goods, just give me a piece, this is too high-end, we don't need it." Sun Yongren quickly made an excuse.
Zhao Moqing looked at him strangely: "I didn't ask you to pay, I gave Jiang Yuelou this tie and soap."
Just as Sun Yongren was about to say something, Zhao Jingming walked over and greeted him with a half-smile, his nerves tensed immediately,
"Is Section Chief Jiang looking for me?" Zhao Jingming asked.
"No, Miss Zhao's car broke down. The section chief asked me to take Miss Zhao back, so I'm leaving now. Section Chief Zhao, goodbye."
Zhao Jingming stopped him with a smile: "Coincidentally, I happen to be going to the police station to talk to him about refugee resettlement, let's go together."
Sun Yongren couldn't refuse these words, and nodded with a stiff neck.
Zhao Moqing acted like a baby to Zhao Jingming from the side: "Brother, I'm going too. He kindly lent me the car, so I have to come and thank you."
"You're messing around again. Ask Uncle Zhong to send a car to pick you up." After Zhao Jingming finished training his sister, he gestured to Sun Yongren: "Let's go, Officer Sun."
Sun Yongren nodded with a smile, and followed Zhao Jingming out. When passing by the container, he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and was suddenly preoccupied.
Looking at the backs of the two, Zhao Moqing pouted dissatisfiedly, and said to the man angrily, "Wrap it in a gift box for me! Hmph, if they don't take me, can't I send it by myself?"
When Zhao Jingming and Sun Yongren arrived at the police station, Jiang Yuelou happened to be returning on horseback. They met at the door of the office and exchanged greetings in a pretentious manner.
Zhao Jingming held a sealed document in his hand: "Aren't Section Chief Jiang busy? Let's discuss the refugee resettlement plan?"
"Okay." Jiang Yuelou pushed open the door of the office, let Zhao Jingming in, and left Sun Yongren and Song Rong outside.
Zhao Jingming sat down on the sofa, slapped the file bag on the table, and crossed his legs comfortably. "This is the list of refugees compiled by various localities. According to regulations, the per capita subsidy standard is two oceans."
Jiang Yuelou picked up the document and was about to tear it open, when Zhao Jingming suddenly sat up and pressed Jiang Yuelou's wrist. "Chief Jiang, don't be in a hurry for a while. I'll look at it later. Let's discuss the resettlement plan first?"
Jiang Yuelou stopped and withdrew his hand, waiting for Zhao Jingming's next words.
"There are a total of 370,000 people on the roster, and a total of 740,000 special funds from the Financial Secretary have been remitted to the special account in the afternoon, and it should arrive now. There are two plans, one is to set up porridge sheds, and one in the east and west of the city. , Refugees can go to fill their stomachs on their own. One is according to the roster registered in the city, and each refugee can receive a subsidy of two yuan."
"Naturally, the first one is more suitable. The 740,000 yuan will be enough for at least three months."
"Section Chief Jiang, this second kind of effort and worry can be completed in ten days and a half months, and everyone is happy. If the top is satisfied, the bottom is satisfied, and you and I are also at ease."
Jiang Yuelou frowned: "I don't agree."
Zhao Jingming had guessed his answer a long time ago and didn't care. He smiled slightly: "Chief Jiang, let me tell you the truth, it is impossible for the committee to agree to set up a porridge shed. In the eyes of Mayor Cai, everything is unstable. It is important. A large amount of labor is sent every day to do other things. What about the internal things, such as the case that Section Chief Jiang should handle and the people who should be arrested? If the refugees involve too much of your energy No one cares about opium. Don’t you think so, Section Chief Jiang?”
Jiang Yuelou was silent for a moment, as if moved by his words, without saying a word, he picked up the sealed document on the table and opened it to read.
He glanced at the refugee lists one by one, and said, "Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning, subsidies will be distributed at the gate of the police station. What does Section Chief Zhao think?"
"Section Chief Jiang can figure it out. By the way, the customs are very busy at the end of the year, so I won't come here tomorrow to distribute the subsidies. Thank you, Section Chief Jiang." Zhao Jingming said, getting up and preparing to leave.
Jiang Yuelou had no intention of giving it away at all, and continued to look through the list without looking up.
Zhao Jingming walked to the door, and just opened the door, Song Rong was about to enter the door with a tea tray, the two almost bumped into each other, and the tea spilled on the plate.
Zhao Jingming glared at Song Rong displeasedly, and left with a cold snort.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yuelou noticed this scene, and was a little surprised that Song Rong was as reckless as Sun Yongren.
"Big event. Western soap disguised as opium may have appeared." Sun Yongren ran in after him and closed the door, eagerly explaining what he found at Daxing Foreign Bank.
"Have you seen clearly?"
"The distance is a bit far, I can't be completely sure, but they are 90% similar."
Song Rong thought: "Is Zhao Jingming the mysterious person behind the scenes?"
Jiang Yuelou's expression was a bit dignified: "There are doubts. Just because he is the chief of the customs department, he controls Jinmatang and Wu Shuwei, and can insert Qian Tongqing'an into the police station... I always feel that it is not close. Moreover, according to these few Over the past year, I feel that this mysterious man did not smuggle opium purely for money. In other words, this may be one of the channels through which he received the money. As for the purpose of the money, I am not sure at the moment.”
"Could it be possible that you still want to be restored as emperor?" Sun Yongren joked.
"It's not impossible, maybe it's the second Zhang Xun. You two should work harder tonight, and go find out the situation first."
"Yes!" The two agreed and walked out.
Jiang Yuelou thought for a moment, then continued to look at the roster. He looked at it and felt that something was wrong. He took out a list that he had already seen and compared it with the list he was holding, and found that there were several duplicate names.
Jiang Yuelou immediately spread out all the lists on the table, scanned them one by one with sharp eyes, and found many, many duplicate names.
He picked up the phone and called Zhan Junbai.
"There is an error in the list of refugees. There are many duplicate names on this roster."
Zhan Junbai on the other end of the phone was stunned: "Maybe they have the same name and surname. These lists were put in after the refugees entered the city after checking and registering them one by one. It is reasonable that there is little chance of mistakes."
"With the same name and surname, it is impossible for 40% to be repeated. I will check it out when I distribute it, and return the remaining subsidy to the director of the exhibition after the end of the subsidy."
Zhan Junbai smiled and said hello.
After solving the issue of the refugee list, Jiang Yuelou packed up and went home, and looked at the pot of cactus that was used as a sign at the door of Chen Yu's house.
Seeing that the door of Chen Yuzhi's courtyard was not locked, he pushed the door straight and walked in.
At this time, Chen Yuzhi was concentrating on flipping through a book in the room, and the warm light shrouded him, peaceful and tranquil.
"Are you looking for me?" Jiang Yuelou stood at the door and watched him for a while before breaking the beautiful atmosphere.
Chen Yuzhi looked up, smiled when he saw him, and pointed to the position opposite him.
Jiang Yuelou sat down at the table, and saw that besides the teacup in front of Chen Yuzhi, there was also a teacup in front of him on the table. The tea was already cold, and it seemed that the guests had been away for a while.
"Miss Chu is here?" he asked.
Chen Yuzhi wondered how he could guess it, and deliberately said, "Why can't it be someone else?"
"Boss Yu is recuperating in the Zhan Mansion, and patients are usually treated in Yu Zhitang. There are not many people who are close enough to take them home."
"We have something to discuss with you." Chen Yuzhi smiled, acquiescing to his reasoning. "Recently, there have been many refugees in the city. They have no food and clothing. It is difficult for them to survive this cold winter, and it is easy to cause an epidemic. Chu Ran and I want to plan a charity fundraiser."
Jiang Yuelou stretched out her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose. Looking tired, she responded weakly: "I've been busy with this for the past two days. The Financial Secretary has allocated funds, and the relief subsidy of two yuan for each refugee will be distributed tomorrow. As for Donations can be used for now.”
"I think it's better to put it on the agenda. There are still many places to spend money." Seeing that Jiang Yuelou was a little puzzled, Chen Yuzhi explained: "Gao Yun came today, and the school can't make ends meet. Without financial aid, it's hard to make ends meet." down."
"I'll send someone to deliver the money tomorrow."
"With you alone, a drop in the bucket is enough. When everyone gathers firewood, the flame grows taller."
Jiang Yuelou thought for a moment, then nodded: "After the busy period is over and the refugees are resettled, I will ask Director Zhan to help us prepare for charity fundraising."
The two went outside and sat on the steps, looking at the night sky and chatting aimlessly. Jiang Yuelou felt that this was an extremely relaxing moment, as if in front of this person, he could let go of all the shackles in his heart.
He sighed: "It's really troublesome. Today, two factories announced the suspension of production, and more than 300 workers were dismissed. The factory manager disappeared, and the workers didn't get their wages, so they went to the government building. If the problem is not solved, Jingcheng The law and order can only become more and more chaotic.”
"Now is not the most chaotic time. When the consequences of the shortage of materials appear in the market, the capitalists who hoard goods will drive up prices, which will spread to a wider audience."
"Let's solve it one by one, there will always be a solution." Jiang Yuelou lay down, rested his head on his hands, closed his eyes, and spoke with a deep sleepiness.
"Carry it together."
His shoulder was bumped by Chen Yuzhi. Hearing such a promise, he unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth, and fell into sleep in a blink of an eye.
This sleep was very good, and the exhaustion of many days was swept away. When I arrived at the police station, I was already in good spirits, just in time to continue busy with the refugees.
But before that, Song Rong and Sun Yongren came back to report that they turned Daxing Foreign Firm upside down in the middle of the night, and they didn't find those special western soaps.
Since the time for distributing subsidies has come, I can only let go of this matter and finish the matter in front of me.
The entrance of the police station has been arranged, but there are too many refugees, crowded together, everyone scrambling to get the money first, the scene is extremely chaotic.
Numerous policemen lined up to form a human wall in an attempt to separate the distance between the refugees and the distribution area. They shouted at the top of their lungs to maintain order, but it was of no avail. The refugees were so numerous that they almost broke the police wall.
There was a "pop" gunshot, which startled the refugees and settled down in an instant. Everyone looked at the place where the gunshots came from, and saw Jiang Yuelou walking out of the police station courtyard with a cold face, holding a gun in his hand. It was obvious that he had fired the shot just now to scare the refugees.
"Everyone has today's subsidy, line up and get it in order. Whoever squeezes forward will get it last."
Under the strong aura of Jiang Yuelou, the refugees did not dare to squeeze any more, and they all lined up obediently. The policemen breathed a sigh of relief, and all cast admiring glances at Jiang Yuelou.
There were two teams in total, moving forward slowly, and two policemen sat behind a long table to compare the names on the roster and hand out money. The refugees who received the money first left happily and joyfully; those who hadn’t arrived yet stretched their necks, and their faces were full of eager expressions.
Jiang Yuelou stood aside, quite satisfied with the orderly scene in front of him. He randomly glanced at the refugees, and suddenly found a yellow and thin man, who seemed to be emotionally abnormal, his hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.
This is a symptom of drug addiction, and Jiang Yuelou knows it all too well.
Soon it was this man's turn. He almost snatched the money from the police, turned around and strode away in a hurry, muttering something in his mouth.
Looking at his back, Jiang Yuelou frowned, and whispered to Song Rong: "You keep an eye on this place." Then he took Sun Yongren and followed the man.
Unexpectedly, during this stalking, it was Shi Lei who had met Chen Yuzhi once. When Shi Lei saw Jiang Yuelou, in order to destroy the evidence, he swallowed all the opium with lime water, foamed at the mouth, and lost his mind.
Jiang Yuelou asked Sun Yongren to call Chen Yuzhi, but he was exhausted, and all he could do was to give him a good time and less torture.
But Jiang Yuelou disagreed with his plan, poured a cup of cold water on Shi Lei's head, and watched his reaction coldly.
His actions made Chen Yuzhi feel angry again.
It's a pity that Jiang Yuelou didn't let him intervene, looked at Shi Lei and asked forcefully, "You won't live long, tell me the clue, and I'll give you a good time."
Shi Lei glanced at Jiang Yuelou contemptuously, his expression was in great contrast to the innocence he pretended to be when facing Chen Yu.
"Who ordered you to sell opium among the refugees? Who is your source of supply?" Jiang Yuelou reached out and pressed Shi Lei's abdomen, with a little force, Shi Lei was sweating profusely and could hardly hold on.
But he was also a tough one, gritted his teeth and smiled at Jiang Yuelou, looking unrepentant.
Jiang Yuelou grabbed Chen Yuzhi and said, "Save him, every minute of life is one minute."
At this time, Chen Yuzhi already understood the reason why Jiang Yuelou did this, so he chose to cooperate. He opened the leather bag, took out a few silver needles, and prepared to treat Shi Lei.
At this moment, Shi Lei finally became frightened, he really didn't want to endure such pain.
His reaction fell into Jiang Yuelou's eyes, and he continued to ask: "Who is your upline? Is it Zhao Jingming?"
Shi Lei twitched violently, already on the verge of death.
"Get up, tell me clearly, who is your upline?"
Chen Yushang pulled Jiang Yuelou away, watched Shi Lei's twitching body gradually calm down, and sighed, "He is dead."
Jiang Yuelou kicked the chair over angrily, and walked out of the interrogation room without looking back.
Chen Yuzhi followed him back to the office, paying attention to his state, fearing that his bipolar disorder would relapse.
"How did you know him?"
"Shi Lei passed out in Yu Zhitang that day, and I saved him. He is not a bad person." Chen Yuzhi felt even more regretful when recalling the scene that day. "It is not difficult for a person to have kindness in his heart when he is rich, but a person who is willing to give when he is in the mud should not be a person of great evil."
Jiang Yuelou glared at him, and snorted coldly: "Some bad people can't see their evil. The refugee relief funds that were just distributed today, turned out to be in their pockets, and turned into the opium dealers' pockets. And Shi Lei is the chief culprit who dragged the refugees onto the boat."
Such a fact left Chen Yuzhi speechless. He remembered Jiang Yuelou's extorted confession just now, and asked, "You just mentioned Zhao Jingming, Section Chief Zhao, did you suspect him?"
"There is a lot of suspicion." Jiang Yuelou nodded, "He deliberately led me to give up the plan of setting up porridge sheds and use relief funds to subsidize refugees. Now it seems that this is money laundering at all. Even if he is not the mastermind behind the scenes, It is very likely that it is also one of the core members."
Chen Yuzhi thought for a while and agreed with Jiang Yuelou's analysis.
Just then, there was noise from downstairs.
Jiang Yuelou walked to the window and took a look, his expression suddenly became solemn.
Outside the door, Song Rong rushed in to report: "Section Chief, the workers have gone on strike, and the parade has arrived at the gate of the police station, even quarreling with refugees receiving subsidies!"
"Call the City Defense Department and ask them to send more people! Bring all the people here! Hurry up!" Jiang Yuelou strode out while ordering.
Chen Yuzhi didn't want to wait in the office, so he followed him downstairs.
At the gate of the police station, the police tried to intervene to dissuade both parties in the dispute, but they couldn't pull away the anxious workers and refugees.
A policeman fired guns into the sky. The crowd flinched for a while at first, but soon they were no longer afraid. They fought together again, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Jiang Yuelou led a team of policemen out of the yard, and the policemen quickly pulled up the cordon.
"Quiet!" Jiang Yuelou yelled.
The riots among the workers subsided a little, and one of them, Lao Qi, crowded at the front of the crowd, shouting: "We want to see the Director!"
"Yes, we want to see the director!" the workers echoed.
Lao Qi shouted again: "The spinning mill has stopped working, and thousands of us have no food. Why should the government control the refugees and ignore the workers? We are the people of Jingcheng! We demand the expulsion of the refugees! Protect the interests of the workers!"
"Deport refugees! Protect workers' interests! Deport refugees! Protect workers' interests!"
Jiang Yuelou's eyes fell on Lao Qi, "If you have reasonable demands, you can send representatives to negotiate with the government. Blindly making troubles won't help..."
It's a pity that the workers were immersed in the incitement and roar, and no one heard what he was saying.
Chen Yuzhi had already gone downstairs, standing outside the crowd watching this scene, feeling worried.
Lao Ba, who was cooperating with Lao Qi, mixed in the crowd, took out an egg and threw it towards Jiang Yuelou, shouting: "What are you, call Bai to come out!"
The egg hit Jiang Yuelou's shoulder, and the police uniform was immediately dirty.
Sun Yongren, who was standing behind Jiang Yuelou, was about to explode immediately, but was held back by Song Rong, motioning him to hold on.
But Chen Yuzhi's heart was raised, and he couldn't help clenching his fists, worried that Jiang Yuelou's bipolar disorder would attack.
Jiang Yuelou's face was sullen, and his eyes moved from his shoulders to Lao Ba's face, his eyes were cold and without a trace of warmth.
"If the director doesn't get out, we'll rush in!" The seventh child winked at the eighth child, and the two took the lead in rushing in, purposely bumping into the guarded policeman.
In the confusion, Lao Ba fell to the ground on purpose, and said, "The police are beating someone! The police are beating someone!"
Their deliberate actions fell into Jiang Yuelou's eyes, and he immediately understood that they had premeditatedly incited the workers to make trouble. .
The policeman who was targeted went to drag Lao Ba with a look of panic, and stammered: "I... no, don't... talk nonsense!"
But the workers at the back had already stirred up and kept rushing forward. The situation was quite dangerous.
Lao Ba successfully slandered the police and was about to get up from the ground triumphantly, but was kicked to the ground by Jiang Yuelou again.
His kick was so heavy that Lao Ba rubbed his chest and couldn't move for a long time.
Everyone saw Jiang Yuelou's move, and the workers were in an uproar.
He ignored the mob at all, stared at Lao Ba condescendingly, and said rather arrogantly: "That's not called beating, that's called it."
Chen Yuzhi could no longer stay out of the matter, he desperately squeezed into the crowd, trying to dissuade Jiang Yuelou. But there were too many workers, and it was very difficult for him to squeeze.
"Look for yourselves, is this a worker's hand?" Jiang Yuelou grabbed Lao Ba's arm and forced him to show it to everyone.
Some workers stretched out their hands for comparison and found that their palms had layers of calluses, while Lao Ba's hands were indeed white and tender.
"He is not a worker at all, he is a villain who incites you to make trouble and has ulterior motives."
Lao Ba naturally didn't want Jiang Yuelou to spoil his good deeds, so he immediately argued: "I am an accountant in a spinning mill, and not having cocoons doesn't mean I'm not a worker."
While struggling, he went to grab Jiang Yuelou's gun, but Jiang Yuelou backhanded him and pointed the gun at his head.
This momentary change made the workers exclaim again.
Jiang Yuelou stared at Lao Ba, and continued: "Your index finger has marks left by shooting for a long time. You are definitely not a worker."
At this time, Chu Ran, Yu Sinian and other newspaper reporters had already arrived on the periphery of the crowd, and they all raised their cameras to take pictures.
Chen Yuzhi, who squeezed into the center of the crowd, saw Lao Ba grabbing Jiang Yuelou's hand with the gun, with a look of panic on his face, and whispered something beside Jiang Yuelou.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yuelou actually shot, Lao Ba slipped off his body with eyes wide open, and blood flowed on the ground in an instant.
The workers screamed in fright, and shouts of "the police killed people" were heard endlessly.
The flash lights flickered, and Jiang Yuelou stood in the middle of the crowd, holding a gun, looking devastated.
Chen Yuzhi and Chu Ran pushed towards him in the crowd at the same time, shouting his name eagerly.
Song Rong and Sun Yongren were also very surprised and approached him at the same time.
But Jiang Yuelou seemed to be immersed in his own world, he couldn't hear their shouts at all, and everything around him seemed unheard of.