Chapter 187

People from the provincial public security department are preparing to come to Xi county, while Yang Rui sends Shi GUI to Pingjiang and asks him to ask Zhang Boming at Hedong University and provincial organ middle school.

Zhang Boming had no one under him, so he had to come to Xixian county to inquire about the information himself, and he got caught in the end. Yang Rui learned a lesson and asked Shi GUI to help him find out.

Relying on Yang Rui, Shi GUI made thousands of yuan in a short time, and let him know the news. Even if he delayed the business, he would not have any complaints. On the other hand, Shi GUI, who has been selling pirated books, also knows how to deal with inquiries and seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. He has set up two stalls in Hedong University and provincial government middle school, which can be regarded as hiding his identity.

After the call, Yang Rui turns back to the Credit Union and asks Zhang Boming directly.

Zhang Boming was locked up for half a day, people are mad, more scared in the heart, a force to ask Yang Rui: "what is the note you stuffed in my notebook?"

Yang Rui laughed and asked, "what are you worried about?"

"In that notebook, I always only write poetry, not other things. Many people know that you don't want to set me up."

"How do you know I set you up?"

"If you don't frame me up, what are you going to do with a note?" Zhang Boming said he didn't believe it and said, "I know what you think."

"What do you think?" Yang Rui doesn't know interrogation skills, and he doesn't pursue that. He just keeps in mind that he doesn't divulge information, and how much information he gets is how much.

Zhang Boming was at a disadvantage. He didn't care to think so much. Instead, he wanted to cheat Yang Rui: "you put inappropriate poems in my notebook. I tell you, your set is not enough. The examiners are not stupid. If you don't write the same or different handwriting, just say Poetry. If you don't make up a poem, you can say it's written by me, and poetry is poetic, You can't learn Zhang Boming's poetic style. "

"Quite proud." Yang Rui's evaluation with a smile.

"It's not pride, it's confidence. When you are in Pingjiang, ask me if you can write Zhang Boming's poems. " Zhang Boming was so depressed that he couldn't help adding: "don't look at you, Yang Rui is the first in the preliminary exam. I guess you can't do anything except the exam. You can learn, just like a machine..."

He accented the two words in the preliminary exam.

Yang Rui disapproved of the way: "you mean high score low energy it."

"Just know for yourself." Zhang Boming felt that he could hit Yang Rui, and even said: "although you are doing well in the exam now, that's your condition. When I took part in the college entrance examination, I didn't even have time to review. When you get to college, you'll understand that it's useless to get high marks. "

Yang ruicai doesn't care about being said to have high scores and low abilities. If you can be scolded like this, you have to have high scores first. It's like being scolded for "being rich is great". If you change your mind, you can be regarded as an achievement.

Yang Rui continued: "so you think you are very capable. What are you good at? I don't know a poem. "

Zhang Boming refused to admit defeat, and said with disdain: "playing the piano, playing erhu, playing harmonica, painting oil, dancing national standard..."

His mother, a diplomat, had a wide range of interests and cultivated Zhang Boming's basic music and painting skills. After he went to university, the domestic political environment was relaxed, Zhang Boming's surging interest is out of control in the school. Even if his level is far lower than that of the children who have been trained since childhood, in the Chinese campus of the 1980s, there is a unique school grass.

As soon as Yang Rui's head turns, he can guess the treatment of Zhang Boming, who can play the piano, dance and draw, in school. He can't help laughing and saying, "to learn oil painting, you must learn human body. Have you ever painted nude?"

"Who said painting must be nude." Zhang Boming was a little flustered and immediately laughed again: "if you want to use this excuse to make me, I advise you not to waste your heart. First, I only paint landscapes. Second, I've given away all my paintings..."

"Don't talk about it, Xiao Zhang. Silence is golden." LAN Guoqing had to interrupt Zhang Boming. In front of him, he didn't say a word, because he wanted Zhang Boming to suffer a small loss. Anyway, his father was Zhang Shengqi, so how could he be fished out. It's not good to say too much. If you commit a crime of hooliganism, if you don't say whether the sentence is heavy or not, it's not pleasant to hear. LAN Guoqing, who came with him, is also easily implicated.

Zhang Boming was reminded and calmed down. He sneered twice and closed his mouth.

Yang Rui also sneered twice, stood up and said: "brother Li, please change the room for Zhang Boming, two people stay in the office, very stuffy."

Brother Li is a monk. He said with a smile, "just call me Lao Li. Don't call me brother Li."

"You are my cousin's colleague. My name is brother Li." Yang Rui said politely, "let's find two more people. The access control is more strict, and there is a replacement.""Yes, I'll call two more people up." Then the monk called out twice to the downstairs and called two policemen up.

Duan Hang has been working in the county criminal police team since he joined the work. He has been a team leader all the way from a small soldier. In addition to his family's help, he also has his own skills to win over a group of people and unite around him. Monk and others were chosen by him to help. They were all trustworthy people of Duan Hang.

Zhang Boming was pulled out of the room, blue national day across the people, reminded: "don't talk, don't talk if you have nothing to do."

"You grab people in disorder..." Zhang Boming also yelled. Before he finished, he was punched on his stomach by the monk. His face turned blue and he kept retching.

The monk had no sympathy. He pulled his hair and arm and left it in the storage room next door. He threatened: "if you call again, you will taste your eighteen martial arts."

Zhang Boming couldn't speak in pain, so he glared at the monk with his eyes.

The monk "forced" a, strides into the room, raises the palm of Pu fan big, prepares to give Zhang Boming.

Zhang Boming covered his stomach, closed his eyes, and stood up for this.

The monk slapped Zhang Boming in the face and suddenly stopped.

Zhang Boming's body was about to tremble. He didn't feel the slap. He opened his eyes again and sneered: "why, don't you dare?"

"You're a smart kid." The monk laughed: "you want me to make a mark on your face and leave evidence. I'll teach you to be good."

With that, the monk circled his fist, raised Zhang Boming, and gave him two fists in the kidney, which made Zhang Boming roll all over the ground.

The monk looked around, took a stack of old statements from the shelf, put them into a rag bag, pressed them on Zhang Boming's chest, and then waved his fists happily.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The cloth bag and the old paper made a dull ensemble sound. Zhang Boming only yelled one by one, and then he couldn't breathe.

Monks are trained by beating people. The reason why Street ruffians or big gangsters in counties and cities meet the police walking around is that the police beat people harder than themselves. Otherwise, half a year of reeducation through labor is just like recuperation for them, and they are not afraid at all.

Where did Zhang Boming "enjoy" this kind of treatment? In front of the monk who really hit people, his internal organs seem to be twisted into a ball, twisted, twisted into a ball again. He can hardly play his normal function, so that he can't even cry, and even cry without tears.

Yang Rui passed by the door and took a look. He didn't feel pity.

Zhang Boming came to trouble him. If he succeeds, Yang Rui may be the one who enjoys such treatment.

However, it's not good for the police to beat people. Yang Rui kindly helps the monk close the door of the storeroom, so that no passers-by can see it again.

Zhang Boming was beaten solidly for five minutes. The monk took a sip of the water from the big teapot, stopped and said, "it's warm-up. It's not so easy to make trouble again. Do you understand?"

Zhang Boming stood up lamely, silent.

Monk Yiya smile, "bang" put down the big teapot, said: "you boy, OK, I'll teach you the rules."

He turned to open the door and called downstairs, "sheep head, come up."

Turning his head, the monk said to Zhang Boming with a smile: "Yangtou is the best player in our team. Murderers can teach rules and let him know that it's easier to die than to live. I think you can survive for a few minutes."

"My father is the director of the water conservancy department." Zhang Boming said weakly.

The monk turned his mouth and said, "your father is very powerful. He has the ability to send me to the local police station."

Nowadays, it's quite difficult to fire a public official. The most serious way to deal with this problem is to transfer to another post and distribute. Zhang Shengqi is not the direct leader of the Public Security Bureau. The more small soldiers, the more difficult it is to deal with them.

The criminal police are all old ruffians and Duan Hang's best friends. They are not afraid of Zhang Boming's hidden threat. Over the years, not one or two of them have offended the senior cadres. Some of the young people who kicked the senior cadres in the cowshed were still officials. Monks only care about Xi county. At most, they look at the direction of Nanhu area. They respect the senior officials in the provincial capital, but they are not afraid.

Yangtou was a young man with a sharp head. He was a little thin with a smile on his mouth. He went upstairs and beat Zhang Boming fat without saying a word.

His skill is better than that of a monk. After a few strokes, Zhang Boming's lips turn blue and his eyes turn straight. However, Yang tou just looks at him and says "nothing" and continues to fight.

After the beating, the sheep's head said in a hoarse voice, "if you don't want to be beaten, just stand up straight for me, raise your arms, hold them on your chest, and put an enamel jar on your head. If the enamel jar falls down or the water overflows, you will be beaten. Do you understand?""I see." Zhang Boming doesn't want to be beaten any more. It really hurts.

So Zhang Boming, under the command of sheep's head, raised his arms flat to both sides, with an enamel jar on his head, and did not dare to move.

This posture looks simple, but it is difficult for ordinary people to adhere to, especially the neck can't move, and soon the swelling can't be controlled.

Zhang Boming quietly twisted his neck twice, and the enamel jar fell to the ground.

Without hesitation, the sheep's head kicked him and said, "pick it up and continue to support it."

"Top this, what do you mean?" Zhang Boming asked in a low voice.

Goat head a smile, said: "this is the rule."

After that, he kicked Zhang Boming on the inside of his thigh.

Zhang Boming, like a bully, shrinks. He obediently picks up the enamel jar and puts it on his head again.

Zhang Boming was standing by the rules, while Yang Rui contacted Shi GUI with the fastest speed and said, "your investigation has changed a direction. You can ask what activities Zhang Boming has organized in recent years. You should try to record the time of the activities, the participants, the contents of the activities, and how many are counted."

Shi GUI didn't understand: "what do you do to investigate this? Zhang Boming is a member of the student union. It's common for him to organize activities. "

"Zhang Boming likes literature. He can play the piano and dance. I don't believe he doesn't organize dances and parties." Yang Rui's voice was unspeakably cold. He said: "when organizing a dance party, you will get in touch with female students. Zhang Boming is long and handsome. It's hard to say that there are no girls who want to see you off. In short, you first investigate the information about the activities, and I'll ask Yu Feng to go back to help you ask people. By the way, Zhang Boming said that his paintings were given to others. If not, they were given to female students. You can ask."

Shi GUI still didn't understand and said, "what about the ball, even if he organizes and participates in it?"

"It depends on what he does." Yang Rui doesn't remember which month the strike was, but it must have been 1983, that is, this year.

As long as you hold Zhang Boming's hand, once the crackdown begins, no matter how severe I am, I dare not act rashly.

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