No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 82

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"If you leave it for now, it's probably considered domestic violence." Yang Yifan shrugged, "But anyway, no one will help me call the police. If I call the police, you won't care."

Team Miao said sternly: "If the suspect is indeed abusing children, we will definitely take care of it."

"Come on," Yang Yifan sneered with a half-sarcastic sneer, "You can really boast that a child is born as a small animal raised by its parents, and the ownership is shared by the two of them. Of course, you can do whatever you want with your own things. Unless the other owner has an opinion. My other owner, my mother, besides crying, she just feels that the shame of the family can't be exaggerated, and she takes the initiative to hide it.

"My surname is Miao." Team Miao finally heard what she called him, and the corners of his eyes jumped, "Ms. Yang, don't you have a big tongue?"

Yang Yifan narrowed his slender eyes and smirked at him.

Team Miao sternly turned the topic back: "So you mean, Zhai Daan and the others are lying, they also participated in the Wang Jiake kidnapping case, and even your father Yang Ping—why? Your father even you Want to extort too?"

"That's not what I said... Who knows? My grandfather and Yang Ping cut off the relationship between father and son. I don't know if the notarization has not been notarized. If not, maybe he will come back to grab the inheritance." Yang Yifan said this, He lowered his head and smiled as if talking to himself, "But then again, did this group of people actually admit to extortion? It really cooperates with your police comrades."

Team Miao felt that there was something in her words: "What do you mean?"

"No, I just feel wronged," Yang Yifan said, "I'm so poor that I have money left, and I'm not afraid of someone coming to extort money, asking for money? No problem! The problem is that no one came to ask me for it, and they notified everyone. Don't let me know, just put a video on the Internet to make trouble, alas, my head is bald. Meow team, why don't you go and ask a few other unlucky bastards like me, have you ever received an extortion call?"

Team Miao frowned slowly.

Whether it’s a walking gang or a beggar gang, no matter how the dog bites the dog in private, they tacitly don’t involve their own gangs in front of the public—because in the late 1980s, a wave of “underworld” was severely cracked down. Whether it’s a sect or a cult, they have learned to be human with their tails tucked between their tails. After a little bit of it, the nature of it will be unclear, and if it doesn’t work out, it will lead to a lawsuit. Therefore, the two sides worked together to make big things smaller, and wanted to turn the fight between the two factions into "personal behavior". On the matter of "extortion", they have a unified voice.

"I think you're implying something to me." Team Miao sat up involuntarily, "Wait, I heard that on the day your grandfather was admitted to the hospital for rescue, there was a crowd fight in your community, because there were no serious consequences, and the two sides fought again. All died down, so our colleagues at the police station just criticized and educated—there are other hidden things in this incident, right?"

"I said just now that my grandfather will have an inheritance in the future," Yang Yifan replied, "Team Meow, I'm not referring to the old man's shabby house."

Team Miao didn't bother to correct her title, and immediately asked, "What is that?"

"I took my grandpa to the hospital that day, but I wasn't at home. These people wanted to rush into my house to look for something, but were stopped by the nosy neighbors." Yang Yifan lifted the drooping eyelids from exhaustion, and there was a scorching light in his eyes. , she said word by word, "They're looking for a green bamboo stick."

She finally said it.

Born in Yanning in the early 1980s, Yang Yifan basically grew up in a "civil society".

By the time she began to remember things, the major gangs had regrouped and flourished for a short time, and then went underground again. Yang Yifan has never had any sense of belonging to the Beggar Gang, but remembers that when he was very young, some strange uncles and uncles often came to visit her father for a drink.

When they drink, they make a lot of noise. It doesn't take three or five hours to finish, and they make everything smelly. When they get drunk, they lie everywhere, with a pile of arms and legs lying on the ground, making their house like a mass grave. of.

Yang Yifan hated them, not only because they were annoying, but also because her mother would secretly hug her and cry at this time, babbled that the family was almost unable to open the pot, and even Fanfan had to pay two dollars for going to kindergarten. Father-in-law, when can a man stand up? Their lives were too hard.

Before the child could understand what money was, the fear of poverty was ingrained in her bones.

At that time, the "beggar gang" was a group of locusts that devoured their home to preschool Yang Yifan.

Later, Yang Ping's hands were destroyed by Wei Xiao, and those people stopped coming. Yang Ping, who was always away from home, began to stay at home from morning to night, from an indifferent and irresponsible father to a gloomy father Weird father, sometimes drinking by himself, talking nonsense when drunk, and scolding the beggar gang for being aggressive.

At that time, to Yang Yifan, the "beggar gang" was like a gambling game addicted to a prodigal father.

Later, she was picked up by her grandfather and lived in "One Hundred One", and finally had a comprehensive and clear understanding of the beggar gang.

It's even more annoying when I see it clearly, because there are many people here who clearly have healthy limbs and normal intelligence. He justly asks for help, and talks about "all my brothers" all day long. I'm idle, I don't have any serious business, every few days, I don't have four or six conflicts.

And these hooligans who don't do their jobs properly don't feel shabby, they always consider themselves "famous and decent", and they feel a sense of superiority.

The evil sect is always more flexible than the decent, and he helped Wang Jiusheng with his feet. He quickly washed himself cleanly, and transformed himself into a "serious eight hundred" businessman. Proper means to make money, everyone eats and drinks spicy food together.

On the contrary, there seems to be a lofty wall between them "renowned and decent" and "winners in life", not to mention that Yang Qing has been a worker all his life and is not good at business. Even if he is good at it, he can't organize everyone like Wang Jiusheng. to make money. Because as a well-known and upright family, "indifferent to fame and fortune" is the minimum requirement. When we come together, we must rely on morality in our hearts - relying on turnover, is that reasonable

Heroes have always only pursued "career and love", and must stay away from "money and beauty". Heroes only have the principles of heaven, not human desires.

In Yang Yifan's view, these two passers-by, one is a shameless ancestral, and the other is a so-called hypocrite who is pulling a fig leaf and ignorant of the chaotic values.

However, grandfather Yang Qing was raised by the Beggar Gang since he was a child, and he became famous as a teenager because of the Beggar Gang. There was his spiritual belonging throughout his life. No matter how unaccustomed Yang Yifan was, he could only hold his nose and endure it for him.

Since she can't keep this green bamboo stick now, it should be...

Time for someone to flip this old chessboard.

"I'll show you something good." Yang Yifan took out his vibrating phone and shook it in front of Team Miao. Someone was calling her, and the caller ID was "Elder Zhao".

She smiled, pressed the speakerphone and record, and answered the phone: "Hello."

"Xiao Yang, it's me, Grandpa Zhao." Elder Zhao said without realizing it. He first asked a few words about the situation of Gang Leader Yang, but he couldn't bear it any longer. He changed his voice and said, "Although you are Yang The granddaughter of the gang leader, you have never officially joined the beggar gang, right? You have never been involved in the internal affairs of the gang, and you have never practiced the dog-fighting method. I see that your thoughts on being a person and doing things are also in line with the traditions of our beggar gang. It doesn't fit... it wouldn't be right for you to put the dog-fighting stick with you, right?"

Yang Yifan glanced at Team Miao who was quickly recording something, and said to Elder Zhao, "What do you mean by this, my grandfather is not dead yet."

"Let's have a good chat, don't get angry, the old gang leader is getting old, and this hospitalization will definitely hurt his energy," Elder Zhao said, "Actually, after so many years, the old gang leader..."

Yang Yifan interrupted him: "It's not blocking your way of making money."

"Alas, you..."

Yang Yifan: "Grandpa Zhao, Elder Zhao, I would like to ask, what is the tradition of your beggar gang? You allow your disciples to do some stalking and catching rape, and even help the paparazzi to take pictures and sell them for money. Is this the tradition of the beggar gang? How much money honors you?"

"Who made this rumor? Nonsense!"

"At the beginning of that year, there was a hotel on the outskirts of the city. Your group of disciples were hired by their competitors and made a special trip to make trouble, disturbing the ceremony and alarming the police. Is this happening?" Yang Yifan said, " Even if you forget, the local police station still has records."

Team Miao felt that his two ears were running out of use, and he wished he could stand up another pair on top of his head.

Yang Yifan: "But I heard that after these disciples were released, none of them were punished. It's all your old instructions."

"That's not my disciple!" Elder Zhao first denied it, and then his tone softened, "I just think that everyone has difficulties, so please help me with a good word. Xiao Yang, not everyone If you have the same opportunity to go to college and become a boss, there are still many brothers in our gang who are suffering, so you can help if you can, but if you can't... at least you have to be considerate!"

Yang Yifan sneered: "Isn't it, money is hard to make, shit is hard to eat."

"What are you talking about?" Elder Zhao said again, "Are our beggar gangs not as popular as they are, or not as popular as they are? Why don't the beggars care about being kidnapped and cheated all these years? Has been wasting time and doing nothing? Our ancestors also have industries, but they were handed over to the state in the early days of liberation! Yifan, the old gang leader is old and has old brains. For the sake of his health, we should not I'm always bothering him with these trivial things. You help Grandpa Zhao to convey the meaning again. You can rest assured that you can hand over the dog stick to me. I'm not as impulsive as Lao Tian, and I won't care about things like the other two. I promise... "

Yang Yifan interrupted him: "I can't convey it, you can telepathize with him yourself."

"you… "

Before Elder Zhao could finish speaking, Yang Yifan hung up the phone, and the phone circled around her fingertips. She looked up at Team Miao, "Did you hear me? Team Meow, the water is very deep, they would rather claim kidnapping for extortion than Don't want to tell the truth to the police. Should you check it out?"

"I repeat, I, surname, Miao." Team Miao stood up and turned to instruct his colleagues, "Call a meeting and prepare to question the suspect separately! This is Yan Ning!"

The rising tide finally washed up on the tidal flat, and everything hidden in the gravel would be invisible and exposed to the light of the sky.

Yu Lanchuan's charging mobile phone buzzed, and he shook himself off the table. His eyes didn't leave the computer screen, just like he had eyes on his ears. Guang Guang: "Brother, can you..."

"No," Yu Lanchuan interrupted him, "someone knocked on the door, open up—hey, old Xian, what are you doing?"

"The limelight is wrong, Lord Lan!" Yu Yan lowered his voice on the phone, "The above suddenly wants to investigate Yanning's illegal non-governmental organization!"

Yu Lanchuan: "Is there another qigong master who sells eggs?"

"It's not a qigong master! The news I heard said it was the beggar gang and the Xingjiao gang! I said by name, my level is not enough, and now I don't know the specific situation. After three rounds, I would rather plead guilty than admit that there is an organization behind it. I know it in my heart, but I was afraid of causing trouble for Uncle Yang and Sister Meizhen, so I didn’t dare to say it—listen to me, don’t get involved, and don’t worry about it… "

Yu Lanchuan frowned suddenly.

Just then, he heard the younger brother who was going to open the door saying, "Are you looking for my brother?"

A familiar voice said, "Yes, please."

Yu Lanchuan almost didn't hold his phone. The voice that originally belonged to Yan was distracted by the voice, and he dealt with it absentmindedly. He was able to maintain the posture of sitting and frowning, and his expression was so serious that he seemed to be dealing with United Nations affairs.

When Gan Qing, who was wearing a mask, walked in, he nodded at her like a wolf with a big tail and said, "Okay, I understand. If there is anything that needs me to reach out, tell me..."

Yu Yan screamed: "What are you doing, big brother! Was it a waste of spit when I told you to do so for so long? Excuse me, please retract your little claws and claws back to the vulgar development, Alliance Leader! You and the Beggar Gang were sure that you were going to do it that night. To ask you questions, you remember that you don't know anything... hey, but you don't know anything anyway."

Yu Lanchuan: "…"

Gan Qing heard every word, and hurriedly used a cough to hide her smile.

Yu Lanchuan hung up Yu Yan's phone with a blank expression.

"What are you laughing at, you... what is this?"

Gan Qing put a paper bag on his desk: "Self-examination English test paper, I will ask you a few questions."

Liu Zhongqi, who was probing his brain at the door, heard the word "English", his brain was fermented, he turned around and got into his room, not daring to listen carefully.

He thought he was tiptoeing, but in fact the two in the room had heard it long ago. When the bear boy left, Yu Lanchuan opened the paper bag: "Isn't the self-taught English test rewarded?"

"No," Gan Qing said almost inaudibly, "it was fatal."

A dozen photos and a printed form with a list of names and addresses fell out of the paper bag.

"This is… "

"Eight years ago," Gan Qing said, "the back alley of the mud pond..."

Yu Lanchuan was dazed at first, then he suddenly reacted and raised his head in disbelief.

"… the home of Changsheng Wei."

Gan Qing sat under the table lamp, the light illuminated her eyebrows floating on the mask, and a soft halo was plated on it.

"Little Master Yu," she asked, "that day in the cemetery, you said the cause of Wei Xiao's death, can you help me, can you count it?"

Yang Yifan stayed at the police station until very late before being sent out by Team Miao herself. She suddenly remembered something: "Coco... That Wang Jiake is not a prisoner, right? Is she still here? Can you arrange for me to meet her? ? I have two things to say to her."

Wang Jake happened to be there. She had already been brought home by her parents, and was invited back by another task force to assist in the investigation of the routine loan.

Yang Yifan saw her in a small lounge. The last time, the two met in a drunken and gold fan. One was complacent and open-mouthed, while the other was wrapped in glitz and at a loss.

This time, it was a uniform disgraced face.

When Wang Jake saw her, his eyes dodged unnaturally for a while. After dodging, he couldn't help but peek at her, and was ready to speak one by one in the next moment.

"Coco, right?" Yang Yifan stood two steps away from her, "I didn't come to settle accounts with you."

Wang Jiake said cautiously: "You sit..."

"No, just say a few words and leave."

Wang Jiake nervously rubbed the corners of his clothes.

Yang Yifan looked at this girl and thought of himself ten years ago, young, with nothing, with a pair of curious and greedy eyes, the appearance of wanting everything is really simple.

"Slowly, you will find that no matter how hard you try, you can't live the life you want, everything is still not as good as you want, there are still a lot of troubles you can't solve, you will never succeed in your life, and you will never be successful in your life. You won't live the life you want."

Wang Jiake was stunned, and Yang Yifan mocked her face to face!

But think about it carefully, do you still use others to make fun of you? That's the truth, there's no way to argue with that.

She was suddenly sad, and tears began to roll in her eyes.

"...Cowardly people will pretend that they are not lost at all, and instead seek cheaper happiness, indulge in appetite, shopping desire... all those things that can be temporarily satisfied." Yang Yifan said softly, "Because of a guilty conscience, still You have to shout loudly to flaunt yourself, call on others to follow suit, and try your best to show a righteous appearance.”

Through tears, Wang Jiake looked at her with some unresponsiveness.

"I'm the cowardly person," Yang Yifan said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you."