Chapter 11 Wrong Arithmetic Problem

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We Chinese people don’t have any money, so we may feel unsteady when walking.

Wang Dengming is an authentic Chinese man. He has no money and is weak. In the past few days, he has not bothered to find out who jumped at him. Wilson pressed hard and said that he would quickly help him get the stolen Van Gogh's painting. The painting was recovered and the old man confessed. The painting was now worth millions of dollars!

Hey, fuck him, Wang Dengming knew that the painting was valuable, but he didn’t expect it to be so valuable!

The old man also said that as long as you find the painting, you will be given a bonus of thirty thousand US dollars.

Old Man Wei is a miser, and the whole town knows that if he spends so much money now, he may be really anxious. The old man also said, if you don't help me find the painting, I will let someone else take the position of police chief. In other words, when the time comes, I will beat you back to your original form.

How is this possible? This is not a blatant threat or a shameless act? I finally got up, and you want me to come down again. This is not to play with someone to death. Wang Dengming thought of giving him a shot at that time. But the old man said, as long as you help me find the painting, I can help you upgrade to another level. By then, the salary will be much higher than now.

Frankly speaking, the old man has this energy, and he has big friends in the city government.

These days, he lent his car to Wang Dengming and helped Jones Medi speak, all with conditions. In one sentence, he would solve the case quickly and get the painting back as soon as possible.

The problem is, the thief has so many magical powers and hasn’t even left a single clue. Where can he find someone?

The day after dealing with the Jones-Medy incident, Wang Dengming went to get a haircut, and Gretuan happened to be there too. At the barber shop, they were the only customers at the moment.

Gray Chuan had just finished cutting his hair and was about to leave. When he saw Wang Dengming coming in with a dark head and a dark face, he said hello: "Chief Deng, here for the haircut."

"Nonsense, if you don't want a haircut, I'll come to the barber shop to do it!"

"Chief Deng, you have such a bad temper, who offended you? Is it Jones Medina? It must be! She didn't serve you well, did she?"

"What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense. Everyone in the town has seen it. You and your subordinates are like that, so affectionate!"

Wang Dengming was about to curse when barber Charlie's phone rang. He went outside to answer the call. Wang Dengming said, "Stop talking nonsense. I was forced by the mayor. He asked me to get one of his paintings back." , Van Gogh’s, and the reward, you know.”

Gregorian's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his voice and said: "Sheriff, because we are so familiar with each other, I have heard about this a long time ago. I knew about it when Barak was alive, but you know , I hate Barak so much, you, Sheriff Lamp, are different."

Wang Dengming raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

Gray Chuan hurriedly said: "It's not interesting, Sheriff Deng. How much reward will the mayor give you?"

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

"How much exactly?"

"none of your business!"

"Chief Deng, don't get excited, I mean, if you want to get that painting back, I might be able to help you."

Um?

Wang Dengming looked at him in surprise.

"Dude, today isn't April Fools' Day, is it?"

"Officer, I'm not joking. I may be able to help you find what you want, but"

"but what?"

"Of course it's oney!"

"How much do you want?"

Gregorian slapped him.

"five hundred?"

Gregorian shook his head.

"Five thousand? You are too dark."

Gregorian still shook his head.

"Fuck, fifty thousand?!"

Gregorian nodded.

"There's a bank next to it. Go ahead and rob. If you rob, I'll arrest them, and I can get some rewards for meritorious service. Go ahead and I won't stop you."

Gray Chuan was serious and said: "Chief, I'm serious. If someone helps you find someone, if you find the person, you go and arrest him. If you catch the person, the painting will be found. If you give me money then, no one will do it." No loss, pay with one hand, deliver the goods with the other hand, no counter-offer. Sheriff, I am serious."

Wang Dengming finally saw that this boy was not joking, and asked with a smile: "I ask you again, what day is today?"

"Today is a good day, for me and for you, Sheriff."

"Okay sister! Believe it or not, I will handcuff you back and charge you with blackmail?"

"Chief Deng, look at you, you're looking down on me, right?"

"Get out!"

Wang Dengming took out the handcuffs.

Gray Chuan did not leave, he picked up a comb, combed his hair in front of the mirror, put down the comb, and said with a smile: "Chief Deng, if not, let's make a bet. If I get the painting back, you Give me fifty thousand, if I can’t find it back, I’ll give you fifty thousand, how about that?”

uh-huh?

This is a bit interesting.

"Gratuan, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. You're crazy, but I'm not. You're crazy about money, aren't you?"

"No, Chief Deng, I'm telling you seriously."

Gregorian looked really serious and didn't look like he was joking.

"Master Chuan, are you sure you want to play like this? I'm starting to get serious."

"Sure."

"I want you to make sure again."

"No need to do it again, no matter how many times you ask, I am sure."

Wang Dengming slapped the armrest of the chair heavily: "Fack! I'll follow!"

"Okay! Sheriff, but this matter must be kept secret. We will do it quietly. You must swear a poisonous oath and cannot tell it. I will take a lot of risks."

"No problem, you have to keep your word. If you can't find the painting, just don't play the game of disappearing from the world with me. You know the consequences of playing tricks on me."

When Wang Dengming said this, his tone was particularly strong.

"Chief Deng, I said, I'm serious. If there is news, I will call you. Goodbye, Mr. Police Officer."

Greytran left with a mysterious and confident look in his eyes.

Wang Dengming finished his haircut as if he was sleepwalking, and walked out of the barber shop in a daze. The dazzling sunshine made him return to normal. He felt that something was wrong. He and Gretchen were betting against each other, and they were just treating a dead horse as a live doctor.

But if Gray Chuan really recovered the painting, then the police sergeant would have to lose 20,000 yuan to find something for others? This is 20,000 US dollars. Doesn’t this seem logically right?

Think about the matter of losing the gun, missing three thousand dollars for no reason, and think about the matter of Jones and Mayday. Damn it, have I been a ghost these days?

Forget it, forget it, just think of it as establishing a good relationship with that old guy Wilson. From now on, you have to rely on him for matters in the town. If the painting really comes back, you can go up a level and become a superintendent. Whatever, 20,000 US dollars is not in vain, just treat it as an early investment.

In his wild thoughts, the horn behind him was blaring, and the light in front was green, and he didn't even know it.

Urge your sister!

That night, Jones Medi saw his listless look and thought he was sad for his 40,000 US dollars, so he joked: "How about we go do it too and get something back?"

Wang Dengming immediately became happy and said, "Okay, what are you going to do, and who are you going to rob?"

"Mayor, he is the richest."

Wang Dengming smiled sadly and said, "Don't talk about that old man again. He's so bored. I want to sleep, so don't disturb me!"

The next day, Wang Dengming slept all day long. Now, he can go to work whenever he wants. The current police station is his police station. Jones Medi went out, and the Toyota police car was still there. He didn't know what he was doing. went. Wang Dengming brushed his teeth, washed his face, walked into his office, and put it on the table. There was also a note on the table: Boss, someone called the police and said that the fence at the entrance of the yard was pushed. I went to deal with it.

Wang Dengming held the note, read it for half a minute, put it down, had something to eat, and went out on the street. He had to patrol, so he had to show off.

At noon, he was about to go home and happened to pass by the private club where Butcher Gordon Bu lived. He saw a sign hanging on the door: This shop is for sale. If you are interested, please discuss it in detail.

Wang Dengming is very surprised. The business of this club is still good and it is completely profitable. Why should it be sold? He was planning to leave, but he felt curious, so he stopped the car and stepped forward to take a closer look. Just in time, a man came out, one of the men who slaughtered Gordon Bu, named Terrencesco.

Wang Dengming pointed to the sign, meaning, what's going on? Why can't you make money?

Terrencesco said: "Mr. Sheriff, the boss is hospitalized."

Wang Dengming grinned and said: "He's hospitalized again, what's going on? You can't say it's me who's scared."

Terrencesco said seriously: "Chief, this time, the boss is really hospitalized. He is injured. I have urgent matters to deal with. Sorry, excuse me. If you want to know the situation, you can go Find him and say goodbye."

Terancisco left in a hurry, leaving Wang Dengming standing at the door of the club in a daze.

Half an hour later, Wang Dengming appeared at the door of the only public hospital in the town. He asked the nurse, "Hey, that kid is really hospitalized, surgical inpatient department, ward 302 on the third floor."

He went upstairs and found the ward. As soon as he entered, his mouth opened wide.

Tu Tianbu was surprised and puzzled: "Chief Wang, are you here to see me?"

"Dear mother, who beat you like this?"

At this moment, Butcher Gordon Bu's whole head was tightly wrapped in white gauze. His left eye was severely swollen and he couldn't see his eye. His nose seemed to be broken, and his left lower jaw was swollen like a pig's mouth.

The butcher Gordon Bu may have been excited. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood with a proud sound. The boy next to him hurriedly used a plastic bucket to catch it.

"Ah, don't get excited, don't get excited, I'm not here to arrest you, I'm here to see you. You, how on earth did you get hurt in such a mess!"