Chapter 1017
Move the time forward a few hours, that is, after Luo Xinghe came out of Li Fengmin's office, he did not go home, but went to the best hotel in Wanyang.
The driver opened a room for him, and then told him to wait downstairs and bring the person up when he arrived.
While waiting for someone, he leaned on the sofa for a while, but he could only close his eyes. He couldn't fall asleep. When he heard the doorbell ring, it only took a few minutes.
He didn't open the door immediately, but walked into the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and opened the door a few minutes later.
"Mr. Ye, here you go. Sorry, I just fell asleep." The driver sent Mr. Ye to the door and left.
Mr. Ye is a fat man, very fat, 1.8 meters tall and weighs a full 300 pounds. When he walks, the floorboards feel like they are shaking.
He is the largest real estate developer in Wanyang City. During the demolition in the early years, the Municipal Bureau cooperated with Mr. Ye's demolition work and stood guard for them.
When doing any business in a place, if you don't have a good relationship with the director of the Public Security Bureau, then any business will not be successful or last long. This is a common practice in the world.
What's more, Mr. Ye was also a famous thug on the street before he became prosperous. Therefore, Mr. Ye's business has developed so well and so big in recent years. Without the support of the city bureau, it would never be possible to reach its current scale.
After Mr. Ye sat down, a deep pit sank into the sofa. The springs of the sofa were also pressed to the limit and had no elasticity at all.
Today Luo Xinghe showed some attentiveness, which gave Mr. Ye an ominous premonition.
"Money? How much?" Mr. Ye asked with a frown.
That's right, Luo Xinghe came to him to borrow money, in cash, without any trace of debit. He thought for a long time and couldn't think of anyone who could come up with so much cash in a short period of time.
Therefore, his good friend Mr. Ye became the only one to choose.
"Are you in a hurry?"
"Urgent, very urgent."
Mr. Ye nodded and said: "No problem, but brother, what is going on? If you want to go out, I can give you more, but I don't give it here. I give it when I go out and double it for you." No problem, in China, if you want so much money, do you want to make further progress?"
When Mr. Ye said this, he pointed at the ceiling.
In his opinion, five million in cash is needed at this time, and it is urgent, so it must be given to some people. It is not shameful to buy progress. Who doesn't want to make progress?
Luo Xinghe sighed helplessly and said, "No, don't ask this. Just tell me when I can get the money. I really need it urgently."
Mr. Ye felt a little regretful when he heard this, but if Luo Xinghe asked so straightforwardly, he wouldn't have eaten so uglyly unless he was forced to a certain extent.
Luo Xinghe successfully obtained Mr. Ye's promise that the money would be collected soon and delivered directly to him. Luo Xinghe expressed his thanks again.
Then he took Chen Bo to the provincial capital.
At this time, the people who came to see Zhuang Ange were none other than two policemen and an old man. An old man who looked very honest and friendly. This man was Zhuang Ange's father.
There is no need for Luo Xinghe to come forward personally for these matters, the people below can handle them properly.
"Zhuang Ange, your father is here to see you." The policeman took the old man into the room and did not leave, but he did not guard the room either.
The moment Zhuang Ange saw his old father, he couldn't hide all his emotions, and he became angry. He thought the police had called his father to force him to explain the problem.
Damn it, none of you have even asked me. I'll tell you something, the old man is so old, what do you mean?
If any of you come to ask me, I am not just pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, I will explain it clearly to you. I will pour it out for you whether you should say it or not. If you want to die, everyone will die together. If I die, you will not be able to live in peace. .
"Dad, why are you here?" Zhuang Ange stretched out his hand to help his father. He forgot that he was handcuffed and stretched out his hand and then retracted it.
Although his son is a murderer and a hustler, the old man is an honest and fawning rural old man. He is no different from ordinary border residents. He lives on the one-third of an acre of land. Who knew that his son had caused such a big trouble? It is said that he killed someone.
"You, did you really kill someone?" the old man asked in disbelief.
Hearing this, Zhuang Ange was stunned for a moment, but finally nodded and said, "You killed someone. Killed a police chief. Dad, my son won't survive. After you go back, live well and take good care of my mother. My son will be sorry for you in this life." I will be filial to you in my next life..."
After saying that, Zhuang Ange knelt down straight.
The old man really believed it now. His son had indeed committed a murder. He slapped his son on the face. He was stunned for a moment, then he hugged his son's head and began to cry. No matter how old the old man was, A man, when a man can really cry, it must be when he is really sad, sad and wronged.
Zhuang Ange didn't move, just knelt upright, and then started crying together with his father.
After more than ten minutes of this scene, the two people's emotions finally stabilized.
"Someone came to the family and gave me a lot of money. They said it was five million, and there were several boxes full of money..." the old man said, wiping his tears.
Zhuang Ange was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. Not only did he give him the money, but he also brought his father here. This meant that someone had paid to buy his life.
Five million, worth it.
On the way from Fuxiang County, he thought he would die mysteriously in the detention center or in a car accident on the road, but he didn't expect that someone would pay for his own life.
What should I do?
After a while, Zhuang Ange stood up, looked at his father, who was a head shorter than him, and said, "Save that money in the bank and earn interest. When you die, donate it to the village and make an agreement with the village about it. They will be nice to you, and maybe they will provide for you in your old age on my behalf."
The old man's face was still ugly. Although he didn't know what was behind this, it was a fact that his son killed someone. That was enough. Neither the people who picked him up nor the people who paid for him were the ones he could mess with. If you can afford it, if you come this time, I am afraid that you will see your son for the last time.
He stroked his son's hair, regretting that he had not brought a clipper to maybe give him a haircut.
After the old man left, someone came in and handed Zhuang Ange a stack of papers. These were the transcripts of his interrogation, although no one had asked him any questions yet.
"Take a look and get familiar with it. Once you have thought about it and are familiar with it, we will start the process."
