Chapter 72 Chapter Eighteen (3)

Zhong Yuemin was sitting at his desk packing his things when the new female secretary, Ms. Zhang, walked into the office: "Manager Zhong, the security department called just now, please go." Zhong Yuemin replied calmly: "I see, Xiao Zhang. Here are my car keys. The documents have been sorted out and put on the table. These are several contracts that are being executed. You must pay attention to the deadlines on them. Don't break the contract." Ms. Zhang's eyes widened: "Manager Zhong, what's wrong with you? Do you want to resign?" Zhong Yuemin smiled: "I'm leaving, please tell Mr. Li that I, Zhong Yuemin, am sorry, and one day in the future, I will repay him

of.Zhang, do you have a boyfriend? " "No." "Then I wish you a good husband, goodbye!" Zhong Yuemin walked out of the office. When Zhong Yuemin walked into the security department, two people in prosecutor uniforms were talking with the cadres of the security department, and two bailiffs with batons stood beside them. The prosecutors stood up: "Are you Zhong Yuemin?" Zhong Yuemin nodded and replied: "I am Zhong Yuemin, you are from the procuratorate?" A prosecutor said: "My name is Wei Ping, prosecutor, please come with us." Zhong Yuemin asked back: "Do you have a certificate? Show it out for me to have a look."

Wei Ping was quite surprised: "Hey, you have a lot of things, are you afraid that we are impersonating?" He took out his ID card and showed it to Zhong Yuemin. Zhong Yuemin carefully looked at the photo on the certificate, looked up at Wei Ping, then lowered his head to check, and then returned the certificate to Wei Ping: "Well, it looks like it's real." Wei Ping said dissatisfiedly, "What does it mean to look like it's real? We haven't asked you anything yet, but you're censoring us?" Zhong Yuemin smiled: "Don't mind, there are too many fakes these days. I have a comrade-in-arms who I don't know who made an enemy a few days ago. Two people in prosecutor uniforms also came and asked him to go with him. As a result, the two The man in the prosecutor's uniform was a gangster, and he was beaten up halfway, and then disappeared, do you think he was wronged?"

"What do you mean by this, don't you think we are also hooligans?" "No, you are real at first glance, with a righteous look on your face, you can't pretend to be a hooligan. Let's go, Mr. Prosecutor." This was the first time Zhong Yuemin had to deal with a prosecutor. In the interrogation room of the procuratorate, Wei Ping and a female clerk sat in the interrogator's seat, and Zhong Yuemin sat on a concrete pier cast on the ground. His case was very simple. He lent the money anyway, so he couldn't deny it if he wanted to. He truthfully explained the process of the matter. According to the investigators of the case, it was called "a confession".As for the whereabouts of the money, he also explained clearly that the interrogation went smoothly and ended in less than half an hour.

Wei Ping closed the file and said: "Zhong Yuemin, your statement just now is basically consistent with what we have learned. I appreciate your cooperative attitude. I want to ask a digression. Do you know who wrote the anonymous report letter?" "I can guess that it's my former secretary, He Mei." "She has a personal grudge against you?" Zhong Yuemin showed a cynical smile: "This is a very vulgar story. There are often some stories between the leader and the female secretary. Of course, I am not exempt." Wei Ping nodded: "Oh, I understand, the hatred caused by chaos and abandonment, is that so? Zhong Yuemin, I checked your file and found that your experience is very unusual. You have been a reconnaissance battalion commander and been on the battlefield. You once commanded a special force, and you are still a second-class hero, how did you become so corrupt after less than two years after you transferred from the army?"

Zhong Yuemin laughed at himself: "As it is often said, I relaxed my thought remolding and was hit by the sugar-coated bullets of the bourgeoisie. I said, Prosecutor Wei, this kind of thing seems to have nothing to do with this case, right? You want to hear the story Let's talk about it separately, isn't there a female clerk here?" Wei Ping said: "Zhong Yuemin, look at your cynical attitude, you are in great trouble, do you know that? It is not a light crime to cause a loss of 500,000 yuan to the country, if you can find a way to get the 500,000 yuan Yuan make up, then you will be dealt with much less, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, but even if I sell myself, I can't sell it for half a million. I have no choice but to bear my own responsibilities. The court has the final say on how many years I should be sentenced." Wei Ping said: "Sorry, I have to issue a detention certificate for you. You are detained. We have to investigate some things in detail, and the time may be longer. Recently, there are many economic cases, and our manpower is limited. You are in the detention center." Be mentally prepared." Zhong Yuemin stood up and asked, "I heard that the environment in the detention center is terrible?"

Wei Ping replied coldly: "If it's like a nursing home, I'd still like to go in." Zhong Shanyue was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper. The doorbell was ringing in the yard, and the little nanny went to open the door. Gao walked into the living room carrying a lot of food and vegetables: "Uncle Zhong, hello, let me come and see you." Zhong Shanyue took off his reading glasses and looked at her carefully: "Your name is Gao... Gao or something?" "Gao, did you forget? Zhong Yuemin and I also worked together to sell pancakes."

"By the way, I remembered that I ate a lot of pancakes from you. Later, you all had jobs, so I couldn't eat them anymore. By the way, Zhong Yuemin was not at home. A colleague called and said he had an urgent task. , went to Shenzhen on a business trip." Gao smiled and said, "I'm not looking for him, I'll come and see you." Zhong Shanyue said in surprise: "Look at me?...Oh, I see, you are Yuemin's girlfriend." "Yes, we are good friends, and I'm a girl, so I'm called girlfriend. Uncle Zhong, I'm off today, and I'll cook for you, so you can try my cooking, okay?"

"Okay, my old mouth is so hungry, I'm just waiting to eat your cooking." Zhong Shanyue pointed at the little nurse in the yard with his hand, and whispered: "That girl's cooking is not good. " Gao rolled up his sleeves: "Sit down for a while, I'm cooking soon, it will be ready in a while." Gao's hands and feet are very nimble. She prepared three dishes and one soup in less than forty minutes. When she brought the dishes into the restaurant, she found that Zhong Shanyue was already sitting at the dining table waiting. The old man's face showed excitement. She couldn't help but feel sad, this old man is so pitiful, he is so content with a home-cooked meal once in a while, it is conceivable that the little nanny's cooking skills must be terrible.Gao thought angrily, what's the use of raising a son?This bastard Zhong Yuemin is like a bee all day long, going to and from the flowers, living a life of feasting and feasting. His old father actually lives this kind of life at home. This bastard should teach him a lesson.

Gao put the dishes on the table one by one, and Zhong Shanyue said with a smile on his face, "Girl, your craftsmanship is good, you can tell it just by smelling it." Gao said, "Uncle Zhong, I gave the babysitter a day off, and I will take care of you today." Zhong Shanyue is like a gluttonous child, he doesn't care about talking to Gao, he only cares about eating, when he looks at Zhong Shanyue, he thinks of Zhong Yuemin. Feeling bitter for a while, she turned around and gently wiped away the tears on her face... She couldn't forget the days when she was with Zhong Yuemin. Although she had no money, she lived happily. With Zhong Yuemin, her The mood is always very pleasant.That guy has this kind of ability. When he is happy, he starts to talk nonsense. Gao is always amused by him, and he is so happy that he can't breathe. Will such a happy day come back? The phone rang. Gao picked up the microphone: "Hello...what, where are you? Detention center, oh, I see, this is Zhong Yuemin's house, please say, ok, ok, I will send the bedding tomorrow, thank you, goodbye." Gao hung up the phone, turned around, and she suddenly froze... The gray-haired Zhong Shanyue looked at her with tears running down his face. Gao panicked and supported the old man: "Uncle Zhong, what's wrong with you?" "Something happened to Yuemin. He's not on a business trip. Don't hide it from me, old man. I've felt it since you walked in today..." Gao supported the old man and said with tears: "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, just listen to me..." She couldn't help crying. Zhong Yuemin was escorted by a policeman through a long corridor. The policeman opened an iron gate and ordered, "Go in!" Zhong Yuemin walked in, and the iron door closed with a "bang" behind him. The light in the room was very dark, and he found a dozen people sitting in the cell. These people were staring at him intently, and their attitudes seemed not very friendly.Zhong Yuemin nodded to them, then sat down silently.So these people all turned their eyes to a man with a hideous face.The man was sitting in the corner with two folded quilts under his body and the other two quilts on his back. It seemed that he was enjoying the comfort of the sofa, and beside him was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man. The child is beating his leg for him. From the corner of his eyes, Zhong Yuemin noticed that the man was winking at his accomplice, and immediately two guys stood up, grinning and walked to Zhong Yuemin's side. A guy kicked Zhong Yuemin on the back and shouted: "Stand up." Zhong Yuemin sat still: "Is there something wrong?" The guys looked at each other and burst out laughing. A fat man smiled and said: "Silly B, it's your first time coming in, don't you know the rules? Is there anything wrong? Look at the sentence you asked. You have a lot of things to do, and you haven't gone through the formalities yet, right? Brothers?" " The friends grinned grinningly and echoed: "That's right... Let this silly B reflect for a while before talking..." The fat man said, "Do you hear me? Stand in the corner and reflect for a while, and I will show you a demonstration first." He bent down at 90 degrees, raised his arms back high, and made a jet fighting posture. They laughed again. The fat man straightened up and said, "Do you see clearly? The posture must be accurate, and the body must be absolutely 90 degrees. This is the rule. First, reflect on it for a while. There will be a program after dinner. After these dozens of programs are finished, you will be admitted." Well, it's like taking the university entrance exam, you haven't taken the college entrance examination yet, this university can't admit you yet." Zhong Yuemin stood up slowly, pointed at the person who seemed to be the leader, and said, "You, are you the leader of these bastards? Listen, I was an asshole like you more than ten years ago. At that time, you were probably still wearing clothes. Opening the crotch pants and fighting with hands is the happiest thing for me. I really want to play with you, but I don’t want to fight today because I don’t want to hurt you. If you think it will be fun to beat me up, then I can agree, but there is one thing, you can only hit me once, if the hit goes well, it will never end, I will fight back, well, you guys start." Zhong Yuemin Sit down, gently close your eyes and stop talking. Those minions all turned their faces and looked at the hideous man with their eyes, as if he could control the life and death of everyone. An old man with white hair stood up and begged tremblingly, "Chi Baoqiang... No, Brother Chi, please spare this new brother..." The man named Chi Baoqiang made a cold voice: "Old Baimao, do you fucking want to be beaten too, or you come to replace him?" Old Bai Mao defended: "I dare not..." "Then shut your stinking mouth, and if you dare to say a word, I'll knock off your old bastard's front teeth." Chi Baoqiang stood up slowly, picked up a blanket, and walked towards Zhong Yuemin step by step. Zhong Yuemin closed his eyes and remained motionless. Chi Baoqiang violently put the blanket on Zhong Yuemin's head, and a group of people behind him rushed forward, punching and kicking Zhong Yuemin... Several older roommates were sitting in the corner, watching the brutal beating scene in horror, and the muffled sound of heavy blows to the human body could be heard one after another. Chi Baoqiang was tired from the beating, so he kicked Zhong Yuemin hard again, and ordered: "Okay, throw away the blanket." The fat man lifted the blanket covering Zhong Yuemin. Zhong Yuemin struggled to get up, went to the pool in the corner and spat out a mouthful of blood.He said with a wry smile: "It's fucking professional enough, don't slap your face for fear of being seen, who taught you?" Chi Baoqiang said with a sinister smile: "How about it, buddy, are you convinced?" Zhong Yuemin stretched his neck and said: "I have been beaten, so it is meaningless to ask this again. I understand this rule. It existed in the Song Dynasty. Didn't Wu Song almost suffer a hundred blows?" "It's good to know the rules, buddy, don't take it to heart, it's the same for anyone who comes in, the rules can't be broken, if you look like a man, other shows will be skipped." Zhong Yuemin looked at him: "Dude, did you have such a meal when you first came in?" Chi Baoqiang smiled: "I'm a person who sets the rules, can I be the same as you? To tell you the truth, I have never tasted the feeling of being beaten when I grow up. I just beat people." "Oh, got it, you should try it when you get a chance, it's not bad." "Hey, what do you mean if you still don't accept it and want to be beaten?" "Forget it, the brothers are tired enough, take a breath, can you clean me up tomorrow?"