After listening to Cao Zhiqiang's statement, the middle-aged policeman looked at each other with the young policeman who was writing vigorously and taking notes.
After seeing the young policeman nodding and indicating that he had taken note of everything, the middle-aged male policeman asked again: "So, you used to be one of them? You know them all, right?"
"Yes!" Cao Zhiqiang nodded.
"When did you hang out with them?" the police asked again.
"When I was a freshman in high school." Cao Zhiqiang said.
"First year of high school?" The middle-aged male policeman raised his eyebrows, "Since you can pass into high school, your studies should be good, why do you still hang out with that group of people?"
"Because..." Cao Zhiqiang was about to say his lines according to the original plan, but he saw Yu Yuanyuan sitting aside.
It's not that Cao Zhiqiang has any thoughts about Yuanyuan, it really isn't.
But Cao Zhiqiang suddenly remembered that he had fooled Yu Yuanyuan before out of boredom, and some of the content was different from his originally planned lines.
Now Yu Yuanyuan has not left, she is here.
If he continues to say what he said before, it will be troublesome if Yu Yuanyuan is a straight girl and raises objections after hearing it.
If this is the case, it is very likely that his previous efforts will be in vain!
Damn it, I'll give you a bad mouth!
Thinking of this, Cao Zhiqiang lowered his eyelids and remained calm on the surface. His brain was working rapidly. While thinking of a new story, he temporarily changed his mind and said, "Because, because...of course it's because of love."
"What?" The middle-aged policeman was stunned, "What the hell? Because of love?"
"That's right!" Cao Zhiqiang nodded, "The reasons for my fall are very complicated, but the cause is indeed love."
Speaking of this, Cao Zhiqiang sighed: "But, I don't know now whether it was considered love at the time. In short, the beginning of the matter was indeed because of a woman, or in other words, it was because of a failed first love."
Immediately afterwards, Cao Zhiqiang told his rewritten inspirational story.
According to Cao Zhiqiang, he was originally a child who was doing well in studies. Although he was a little naughty, he was not bad.
However, when he was a freshman in high school, he met a female classmate. She was so beautiful, especially her clear and beautiful eyes, which immediately touched his heart.
He wanted to see her every day when he went to school. As long as he saw her from a distance, he would be happy.
However, he didn't have the courage to confess his feelings, so he could only inquire about the other party's information indirectly.
One day, the girl left, transferred to another school, and never returned to school.
He was so distraught that he felt that the whole world had lost its color, and he no longer had the intention to go to school.
At that time, no one was there to enlighten him, because he only had one grandma at home, and his parents were both in Nanjing at the time.
Then, due to an accident, he heard someone speaking ill of his goddess. In a depressed mood, he had a conflict with the other person, started a fight, and injured the other person.
Because of the fight and his refusal to admit his mistakes, he was expelled from the school.
After dropping out of school, he started wandering around the streets all day long. Then he met Wei Dajun and naturally joined them.
The reason is simple. At that time, he had nowhere to go and didn't know what to do. If someone took him in, he would naturally join.
Jin Miaoying, who was younger than him, had the same experience. Everyone was lured in because they didn't know what to do.
However, after he joined the gang, he only followed them to eat, drink and have fun, and then followed behind to look out. He did not dare to do anything harmful to nature, because he was too timid to do anything.
He was just fooling around in the past, and he didn't know what would happen in the future. He lived in a muddle every day while accepting the ridicule and contempt from the people around him.
At that time, he thought that this was it and he would never be a normal person again.
Just like that, while he was a gangster, his grandmother left, his father left, and finally, his mother also left, leaving only an adopted sister who was not related to him by blood.
By the way, he also has a sister, but she went to the junior level before he entered high school and couldn't help him at all.
Speaking of this, Cao Zhiqiang spoke in a low tone, lowered his head and said slowly: "I still remember that the day my mother left, my memory was a little confusing. It seemed that many people came, many people left, and many people said A lot of words, but it seems like nothing was said.
I felt dazed. I always felt that my mother was not dead yet, but that she had just traveled far away and would come back after a while.
But soon, I came back to reality and knew that it was all true, my mother was dead.
Then, I was in pain and sad, and didn’t know where to go to relieve myself, so I took the money and went to Wei Dajun and others. I used the condolence money given to my mother to eat and drink with them.
On the surface, it seemed like nothing happened to me, but I was very happy. I even said that no one would care about me anymore and that I was free.
But in fact, only I know how uncomfortable I am and what I really think.
Yes, at that time, I wanted to go and die.
Because living is uncomfortable, it is better to die and be done with it.
After eating with that group of people, I found a place, put my belt on a branch, and wanted to hang myself there.
However, maybe I drank too much, which made me die several times, and finally I fell to the ground.
I vomited for a long time and ran out of energy, so I lay on the ground and stared at the night sky in a daze.
I thought a lot, but I forgot what I was thinking about.
Suddenly, in the midst of extreme discomfort, I seemed to have an enlightenment.
Maybe the world is like this
Nothing will change for any individual.
I'm just a little guy on the road.
There is so much discomfort and pain.
No one has been able to tell.
In this world, I am just an insignificant speck of dust.
The world will not stop because of my sadness and sorrow.
I've been angry, I've been sad.
I am not willing to be a coward and want to fight in my own way.
I thought that was right, but who knows.
What I received was more ridicule and eye-rolling.
What can I do?
I can only lower my head, look forward to the day, and accept all the ridicules and eye rolls.
Only when you are running into the wind can you feel like you are embracing a rainbow.
Ahem...
Well, where is this?
Oh, right.
In short, I realized at that time that if I continued like this, sooner or later I would become like those people like Wei Dajun, continue to sink, become a real scum and scum, and gain happiness by hurting others. To ease my pain.
Until one day, my mother left me.
I'm at a loss and don't know the way forward.
In the endless darkness.
The light of dawn suddenly broke through the darkness, lighting up my heart and breaking all my fears.
Only then did I realize that I am still young, I still have a future, I still have a sister, and I am different from them.
My sister is so young and is still in elementary school, but she is doing better than me. As an adult, what do I have to feel sorry for, complain about and give up?
What's more, my sister doesn't have any earning power. What will she do if I leave too?
Should he be sent to an orphanage and adopted again?
I can't do this, I have to cheer up and change my way of living!
So I no longer wanted to die.
So, after a night of epiphany, I got up and went home. The next day I cheered up and went to where my parents worked and begged the factory director to take me in as a worker.
Only by doing this can I be a decent person and have an income that can support my sister and me.
In addition, it may be due to the change of enlightenment. I have a lot of things in my heart, and I always have the desire to talk them out.
No one said what to do?
I wrote novels and poems, and then submitted articles to magazines.
Then, they all published my articles and paid me a lot of royalties.
Especially the publication of a collection of poems has given me both fame and fortune.
Relying on the royalties from that book of poems, I instantly earned more than 90,000 yuan. With the previous royalties, I have become a household worth 100,000 yuan.
And this is just the beginning, I will be even richer in the future.
That's right, this may be another village where there is a bright future and a bright future.
Instead of dying, I became a literati and a poet.
From now on, I no longer have to worry about money and life.
Therefore, I want to love this world well, care about my family, and never want to take the past path again. "
After hearing Cao Zhiqiang's sensational words, everyone present except Yang An'an and the middle-aged male policeman were very moved.
Especially Yu Yuanyuan's eyes were a little red, and her eyes looking at Cao Zhiqiang were gentler, obviously overflowing with sympathy.
After a while, the middle-aged male policeman asked: "That is to say, you used to be with them, and then you broke away alone and went to work in the factory by yourself. Then, all the money they took away from you was all It’s the royalties you earn from writing articles, right?”
"That's right." Cao Zhiqiang nodded, but he was a little wary.
I didn't expect that he told so many sensational and inspirational stories. This middle-aged policeman was not affected at all. He grasped the key points so quickly and was not brainwashed at all.
Sure enough, middle-aged people have no choice but to be deceived by inspirational stories?
"Is there any evidence?" the middle-aged male police officer asked, "I mean, how do you prove that you earned the money from writing articles?"
"Of course." Cao Zhiqiang took out a document bag that he had prepared long ago.
"Well, comrade police, what's in this is the reply letter I received from those magazines before.
There was originally a remittance slip in the reply, but I basically withdrew the money, so the remittance slip was gone, but there was a payment receipt from the post office. You will know when you go to the post office and ask, many of them know me.
In addition, it also contains my bankbook and a real estate certificate.
If you go to the bank and ask, you will know that I made an appointment with them yesterday and just went to withdraw 50,000 yuan today. The purpose is to buy a house and for some other purposes.
This real estate certificate is new. It was just issued today. You can go to the housing authority and ask to find out whether it is true or false.
Of course, this only proves that I have more money.
And it is also very simple to prove that I obtained the money legally.
You can call and inquire one by one according to the magazine address on the envelope.
But those are just small amounts of money, and if you add them all up, they’re only worth tens of thousands of dollars at best.
The real source of big money is a book.
In this way, when you go back, you can go directly to the Beijing headquarters of Poetry Magazine, find their editor-in-chief, and ask them if they have recently published a collection of poems for a person named Cao Zhiqiang, and also given him a sum of money. A check for ninety-six thousand dollars will do. "
"Ninety-six thousand yuan?" The middle-aged policeman who was opening the document bag stopped and asked in surprise, "Why is there so much money? Isn't it all the money you earned from publishing your poetry collection?"
"Of course it is, or what else?" Cao Zhiqiang said, "Moreover, this is just more than half a month's income from my poetry collection. In the future, there will be more. Preliminary estimates are that if the second batch sells well, , I have to earn at least another two to three hundred thousand.
According to the current situation, it is estimated that the second batch of books will be sold out in less than a month.
That is to say, in another month, I can earn at least another two to three hundred thousand yuan in income from this book. "
"This, this..." The middle-aged policeman was stunned.
"How can it be?
No matter how high the manuscript fee is, even if it's a hundred or even two hundred words, a book can't earn that much, right?
Let alone a collection of poems?
It is unheard of to earn nearly 100,000 yuan from a book of poetry, and another 200,000 to 300,000 yuan later.
Even Mr. Ba Jin, one of his books is not as profitable as yours. "
"Well, the issue of royalties is a commercial secret." Cao Zhiqiang smiled, "I signed a confidentiality agreement with the writer's publishing house, so I can't talk about it. Anyway, if you have questions, just ask them."
"We will." The middle-aged policeman nodded seriously, "But what is the name of your poetry collection? Can you tell me?"
"Of course." Cao Zhiqiang smiled calmly, "The name of that poetry collection is "The Farthest Distance in the World."
"What?"
The middle-aged policeman had not said anything yet, and the young policeman who had been taking notes and had not spoken much could not help but speak up at this time.
""The longest distance in the world"?
That collection of poems was written by you?
So, "Seeing and Not Seeing" was also written by you?
You, are you a hadron? Are you the poet Qiangzi? "
Cao Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded at the young policeman: "Yes, the Hadron is me, I am the Hadron, it's true."
