"Director Ye, an old woman came outside, crying and shouting for her son," said the policeman who came in.

"If you want a son, please ask if it is related to the person trafficking son a few days ago. This seems to be under the responsibility of the Second Criminal Police Brigade. Go and ask the person in charge quickly, why are you looking for me here? Didn't you see that I have customers?" Ye Shaofeng said.

"No, the person they want is... the murderer yesterday," the policeman said, and the old woman cried and shouted, "Master, give me my son, give me my son,"

The old lady was very pitiful, dressed in rags and was not as good as the parents of the deceased. The old lady was alone and her hair was white. The murderer was not very old, a few years younger than Ye Shaofeng. However, his mother seemed to be rushing to a person in her seventies. But Ye Shaofeng knew that this was definitely not the old lady's real age. Although her hair was white and her face was a lot of wrinkles, her actual age was only in her fifties, and she would definitely not be as young as seventies.

"Close the door quickly," Ye Shaofeng shouted.

The police officer hurried out and closed the door. In the police station, if the two families started to make a fuss, it would be amazing. They couldn't hide it from it even if they wanted to.

When Ye Shaofeng saw the murderer's mother, he thought, if it was a disaster, the family had no money, and if they wanted them to compensate, it would definitely be impossible. Seeing the old lady so pitiful, Ye Shaofeng was about to go over and help him up.

The mother of the deceased rushed over, grabbed the old woman's hair, and slapped her big mouth on her face without any ambiguity. She slapped her blood out after two slaps.

The old man was anxious, and he put his waist on his waist when he went up. Ye Shaofeng rushed forward and stopped them from doing anything wrong, shouting: "Whatever you do, what you do, he is going to be crazy, right? This is the Public Security Bureau, not your family, he is going to give him back. It's not your turn to act wildly,"

"Murder someone to live, his son killed my daughter, and I will kill him," the old man shouted.

"Nonsense, the person his son killed is not the one he killed. Why do you beat him? He is like you, and he is also very pitiful, even more pitiful than you," Ye Shaofeng said a lesson.

Ye Shaofeng was furious, and then shocked the family of the deceased. Ye Shaofeng was scolded back to the sofa by Ye Shaofeng, and then Ye Shaofeng helped the beaten old lady up and arranged to sit down in another seat.

The matter has come to this point, and it is definitely not possible to fight like this. If you want to compensate the family of the deceased, the murderer's family will probably have no money and cannot afford anything. Ye Shaofeng also began to feel worried. He was getting less and less sure what to do.

"Master, please, my son kills me, I will pay my life. Let my son go, please, let me pay my life for my son," the old lady begged, almost kneeling down for Ye Shaofeng again.

Ye Shaofeng said helplessly: "Old lady, killing people will pay for their lives. Whoever kills them will pay for their lives. Besides, I am not helping you adjust it? It seems that your family is pitiful enough. Since one child has died, you can't destroy another family. So, since both of you have arrived, then you can see if you can solve the problem with it."

"No, I'll let that boy die," said the deceased's father arrogantly.

"Big brother, why don't you, I'll pay your daughter for my son. Do you think it's OK?" said the old woman.

"If you don't, you have to die. You have to be responsible for the evil you call out, and you have to die,"

"Okay, if my son is really killed, I will not live anymore. I will die now. I will take a step forward and wait for my son to go," as the old lady stood up and was about to hit the wall.

Ye Shaofeng rushed up to block the road. The old lady hit Ye Shaofeng's chest. The old lady was strong enough and strong enough. It seemed that he was definitely not scaring people. This was the real thing.

If this old woman died in the police station and she would really not be able to hide the matter. Since the matter has come to this point, Ye Shaofeng can only make the worst plan, that is, he will be responsible for all losses.

Ye Shaofeng said: "You two families, be quieter. Now, I listen to me and I will show you a clear way. I see if you agree or not. If you don't agree, we will do our business. If you die, we will do whatever we should do. Anyway, what I say now is for your own good. I don't want anything, I just want to maintain your stability.

My plan is like this, this matter is private,"

Ye Shaofeng just talked about private matters, and the deceased's father became anxious and shouted: "No, do I disagree, I have to die,"

"Old man, can you finish listening to me first? I'm done. It's not too late for you to say anything. Listen to my thoughts. This idea will be good for you."

"You said," said the deceased's mother.

"It is indeed a pity that your child dies. However, people cannot be resurrected by death. You cannot live in hatred all the time. This way, I will compensate your family for all your losses. 800,000. These 800,000 are enough for you two elderly people to support you. Besides, don't you have a young son? The government will help your son arrange a stable job in the village or town government, get a monthly salary, and in the future, live and have no worries about food and clothing, and you will have no worries about food and drink for the rest of your life.

It means that your daughter is alone, but it stabilizes the future life of your family of three. Look at what this method is like," said Ye Shaofeng.

After Ye Shaofeng finished speaking, the two old men were stunned. When they heard that they gave him 800,000 yuan at once, this was a bet on two old men. In the village, let alone 800,000 yuan, even 80,000 yuan could live for several years. This 800,000 yuan is enough for their family to build more than a dozen big houses and two acres of land. Moreover, not only did they lose money, they also arranged work for their baby son, and they were also working in the formal town government or village brigade. From now on, the son would become an official, which was much more promising than the one who farmed now.

Ye Shaofeng saw a trace of joy in the eyes of the two old men, but, after all, his daughter was killed, and her daughter could not die in vain.

"What should I do about this kid? The kid who killed someone wants him to go to justice," the old man asked quickly.

Ye Shaofeng said: "Don't ask me what to do with that kid. Let me talk about it first. Do you agree to my arrangement? If you agree, I will prepare money for you now. Your son will be able to go to work in three or four days...
Chapter completed!