In Lin Yi's opinion, even if he couldn't find Chen Huifang, as Yu Meng's parents, no matter how bad their relationship with their son was, they must have a lot of relevant information about the wife he was going to marry.
Lin Yi plans to start the investigation from this aspect, and maybe he can follow the clues and find Chen Huifang.
After taking a look at the address, Lin Yi memorized it and went straight there after getting off work at noon.
The farmers' market in the western suburbs of Donghai City is bustling with people and vehicles coming and going like the tide.
On the ground where sewage is flowing, various paint-peeling signs emit a faint light in the evening, illuminating the way home for children returning from school, elderly people selling vegetables, and dusty workers.
Next to a low wall near the intersection, there was an old man in his fifties with gray hair on his temples. He was wearing a white vest with black oil stains all over it, a black coffee sling on his lower body, and a pair of plastic slippers on his feet. He was grilling skewers of meat and selling them.
There were not many people in front of the barbecue stall. An old man was sitting on a recliner nearby, fanning himself and reading a newspaper. He looked quite relaxed.
At this time, a few young people who looked lazy walked up to the stall and knocked on the iron rack for barbecue.
"Hey, old man, hand over the money you gave me a few days ago!" The leading young man had a thin face, his hair stood up, and his jeans had several holes deliberately cut on them. He asked in a gangster tone.
The old man quickly got up and said with a bitter face: "Young men, you see the weather is hot recently and business is not good. Please bear with me. I promise to pay you in two days."
"In two days, in two days, how many times have you said this!" The leading man's face suddenly became ferocious.
One of my subordinates immediately pushed me and said unhappily, "If you weren't our boss, your business would have been torn down long ago. Don't be so shameless."
"Yes, how much do you want?"
"one thousand!"
"One thousand? Isn't this too much? Hasn't it always been eight hundred?" The old man's face fell and he said bitterly.
"Damn it, ten dollars used to be enough for the whole family's meals, but what can you do with ten dollars now? Do you understand inflation? Do you understand financial crisis? Do you understand currency depreciation? I want a thousand based on the laws of market economy and reasonable adjustments. Stop talking nonsense here and give me the money!" The gangster talked incessantly for a while and then attacked.
The old man fumbled in his pockets, flipping through his wallet again and again, holding a pile of change in his hands. The gangster counted it with an annoyed look on his face, spitting and saying, "Old man, you are kidding me, this is only seven hundred, are you looking for death?"
"No, that's all I have. Please forgive me."
"Let me spare you. I'm going to teach you a lesson today and let you see your dead husband!" The leading thug grabbed the tongs from the barbecue stall and waved at the old man.
However, at this moment, a figure flashed out, grabbed his wrist, and the red-hot iron pliers smashed back on the leading man's face.
There was only a "sizzle" sound, a burnt smell, and then a shrill scream.
"Ah! My face!"
There was a mark on the gangster's face and his hands were shaking violently. Seeing this, several other gangsters rushed over.
However, under Lin Yi's flurry of punches and kicks, this group of minions were swept away like rag dolls, fell to the ground and could not get up again.