"We don't know him, we don't know him. He just came here..." The owner of the restaurant stood at the door of the store, busy trying to clear up the relationship with Clark to prevent the patrol team from including his own shop.
"I have indeed just come here. This matter has nothing to do with them." Clark glanced at the boss and his wife and explained to them.
"He's a man." Two guards came forward with guns and were about to take Clark into custody, and he was thrown into jail together with the owner of the cigarette shop.
Clark clenched his fists, but did not move his hands once until he was caught.
In the final analysis, it was his own fault that he was arrested. As long as he did not fight back, the impact of this incident would be limited to this. If he fought back and made the matter bigger, the patrol team would intensify their inspections of Heping Street, which would affect the whole country.
The actions of others will be even more detrimental than gain.
Stuart felt extremely tormented.
He felt that as a gay, he could not sit idly by while Clark was arrested, but the question was what to do? He had no clue. The only thing he knew clearly was that if he went to stop him like this, he would inevitably become one of those taken away.
"Take them all away!" As he was thinking, the captain of the patrol team ordered a few men to escort Clark and the owner of the cigarette shop to walk out of Heping Street.
"Don't take my dad away!" the cigarette shop owner's daughter chased after her and cried.
The kind-hearted woman picked him up and comforted him.
No, if this continues, Clark will really be imprisoned.
Cozmo, the head of the sub-station, warned them before coming here not to conflict with the patrol team, and not to be taken away by the patrol team, because no one who was taken away on suspicion of being a "rebellion party" was still alive.
Been back.
To put it more directly, if Clark is taken away, he will die.
Seeing Clark being led a few dozen meters away, Stuart was heartbroken and squeezed out of the crowd to catch up.
Now we can only adapt to circumstances. If these guards want money, then find a way to raise money for them.
"wait--"
Just when Stuart shouted a sound, the leaving patrol team paused.
But they stopped not because of Stuart, but because someone stood directly in front of them, blocking their way.
"Who are you?" the patrol leader frowned and asked the conspicuous man who refused to let them pass.
"My name is Quentin, and I am his friend." Quentin pointed to Clark, whose waist was bent at a ninety-degree angle.
"His friend?" The patrol leader glanced at Clark.
Clark looked up at Quentin with difficulty, trying to tell him with his eyes to leave quickly and not to get involved. But Quentin, except for looking at him when he pointed at him, spent the rest of the time looking at the captain of the patrol team.
Stuart, who was determined to risk his life, breathed a sigh of relief after confirming Quentin's appearance in disbelief, and stepped aside to pretend to be a passerby watching the situation.
Quentin's performance during this period has proven his ability.
Since he now dares to stand in front of the guards, he probably has a way to safely rescue Clark.
Stuart believes that there is no need for him to take the lead at this time. If Quentin's plan is disrupted, the responsibility will be on his own head.
"He is a member of the rebellious party. You are friends with him, so are you?" The captain of the patrol team did not want to arrest too many people, and gave Quentin a subtle way to step down.
If Quentin now says that he admitted the wrong person, then neither party will interfere, the patrol team will continue to arrest the person, and he will do whatever he likes.
If Quentin still insists, there will be no choice but to take him back together with him.
"He is not a member of the rebellious party, and the owner of the cigarette shop is not a member of the rebellious party. I think there must be some misunderstanding. If you have nothing important to do, you can come to my pub for a drink
Let’s have a good chat and clear up the misunderstanding.” Quentin made an invitation to the captain of the patrol team and invited him to the tavern on the roadside.
"I think...it's not necessary." The captain of the patrol team rejected Quentin's invitation. "We found the book about the rebels from the cigarette shop, and your friend in turn slandered us that we deliberately
The book was put into the store to frame the store owner, which has had a serious impact on our reputation. We must respond forcefully to this, otherwise can just anyone spread rumors and frame us?"
"So I say this is a misunderstanding. Since it is a misunderstanding, it must be solved." Quentin always looked calm and maintained a peaceful conversation with the captain of the patrol team. "As for what you just said, I completely
I understand. After clearing up the misunderstanding, I will give you a satisfactory solution."
"Tell me about it?" The captain of the patrol team basically understood what Quentin meant. He wanted to get money to settle the matter.
The patrol team came here today to make a fuss out of profit. The reason for arresting people was because the owner of the cigarette shop was too tough and Clark was too nosy to let them off the hook.
If Quentin could help them restore their reputation and compensate them a sum of money, then he wouldn't mind letting them go to save Quentin's face.
"These things are suitable for sitting down and talking. Please, I have prepared wine for you." Quentin stopped talking to the captain of the patrol team and led them towards the tavern nearby.
While leaving, he also winked at Stuart, who was watching not far away, and asked him to come in too.
Did he find me?
Stuart briefly admired Quentin's observation skills, and then became suspicious.
What did Quentin mean by 'my pub' just now?
Since when did he have his own tavern here?
While they were struggling to survive, Quentin actually enjoyed the hot drinks in the tavern.
Stuart, who was in a complicated mood, looked around and then walked into the tavern.
"Are you Mr. Stuart? Please come and sit here." As soon as he entered the door, a bartender in the tavern took Stuart to sit down and poured him a glass of kvass.
"Quentin is your boss here?" Stuart said thank you, looking at Quentin who was leading the patrol team leader to the cubicle, and asked about the situation.
"Yes." the bartender said.
"He wants you to entertain me?" Stuart glanced fearfully at the guard who was escorting Clark and the owner of the cigarette shop sitting nearby.
"Yes, the boss said that you will come over later and let us entertain you. He will come to see you after he finishes talking about the matter."
After listening to the bartender's explanation, Stuart felt more and more mysterious about Quentin. He was afraid of causing trouble to Quentin, so he didn't ask why Quentin became the boss here. He asked the bartender to go to work and took a sip of kvass himself.
Wait patiently for Quentin to resolve this matter.
inside the cubicle
"Here's a bottle of Imbit." Quentin arranged for the bartender to go get the wine.
The captain of the patrol team who sat down alone with Quentin waved his hand hypocritically: "No, no, no, no, I can't afford this wine."
"Can I still cost you money if I invite you in?" Quentin smiled slightly, opened a small bottle of Imbit brought by the bartender, and poured a glass each for himself and the captain of the patrol team, "Just drink it without worry.
"
"Let's get down to business first." The captain of the patrol team was not disturbed by the wine in front of him.
"I definitely believe what you say. The banned books were found from the cigarette shop." Quentin pushed a glass of wine to the captain of the inspection team, "But my friend definitely has nothing to do with the banned books or the chaos. I want to clear it up with you.
Misunderstanding in this regard.”
The captain of the inspection team snorted: "He has nothing to do with the rebellious party, so why did he falsely accuse us of bringing in the banned book in front of so many people?"
"He was often bullied by the guards when he was in Bressy. He may have suffered from some disease because of this. He always had bad illusions about the guards. Unfortunately, he caused trouble for you today." Quentin said, "This is the point.
I'm sorry, and I will find a way to explain the situation clearly to the residents of Heping Street and will not let rumors continue to spread."
Just explaining the situation to the residents?
Of course, the captain of the patrol team was not satisfied with this answer, so he insisted on taking Clark away with a cold face.
At this time, Quentin took out a sum of money, which turned the cold look he wanted to show into a smile.
"With these 50,000 ba yuan, treat your brothers to some good food and reward your hard work. This 100,000 ba yuan is your hard work. The entire Heping Street relies on you, and there have been no riots recently. This money is not limited to me.
I want to express my apology on behalf of my friend, and I also want to express my heartfelt thanks to you on behalf of all the residents of Heping Street." Quentin took out two stacks of bills in succession.
"The misunderstanding... is actually a very normal thing. We are not that stingy. As long as the misunderstanding can be solved and he can realize his mistakes, these can be forgotten. Maintaining the safety of Heping Street is also our responsibility.
We won't have any prejudice just because you are immigrants..." The captain of the patrol team didn't expect that Quentin's sale was very generous. He immediately smiled from ear to ear, put the money in his pocket, and took the initiative to pick up the wine glass, "Here, let's
Have a drink.”
"Treading on the Stars"
"Come on." Quentin smiled.
"Crack."
Both of them drank it all in one gulp.
"Tsk... this wine is so good... no wonder it costs 20,000 ba yuan..." This was the first time for the captain of the inspection team to drink such expensive wine. He drank it in one gulp and couldn't help but want to pour a second glass.
"If you like it, you can come to our place for a drink anytime." Quentin poured another drink for the captain of the patrol team.
"This is what you said. I won't be polite when the time comes." The captain of the patrol team shamelessly wanted to finalize the matter.
Quentin looked indifferent: "I said, you can come at any time."
"Okay!" The captain of the patrol team drank a lot more slowly this time.
"Then what do you think of solving this matter like this?" Quentin saw that the captain of the patrol team was already a little dizzy, so he proposed his own solution, "As for my friend, just stay here for now, and I will explain this matter clearly on your behalf.
, I will also ask my friend to publicly apologize to you on Heping Street. When you think it is okay, let the matter go. If you are not satisfied, I have no objection to taking him away."
"Hmm..." The patrol team leader nodded.
"As for the owner of the cigarette shop, if you want to take him back for interrogation, of course I have no problem with it, but if you can keep him and give him a chance to change his ways, your image in Heping Street will definitely change a lot.
At that time, only a suspected rebel was released, but what he got was the support of everyone in Heping Street..." After getting Clark back from danger, Quentin then tried to save the owner of the cigarette shop.
"What you said makes sense, but what if things don't develop in this direction, but instead make more people disagree with the banned books?" The captain of the inspection team knew that he brought the banned books to frame the owner of the cigarette shop, but now everyone
Thinking that the banned books were found in cigarette shops, he couldn't give up easily even if he wanted to.
Quentin helped share the worries; "Then let's establish our authority first, let the owner of the cigarette shop suffer a little, and let everyone know the seriousness of privately possessing banned books. At this time, you can be more open-minded and show your tolerance."
"Sounds good..." The patrol team leader thought symbolically for a moment, "Okay, I'll do as you say."
"With someone as magnanimous as you taking charge of the security of Heping Street, I think everyone will feel relieved." Quentin asked the bartender to bring him a small bottle of Imbit, and drank with the captain of the patrol team.
Ten minutes later, Quentin and the patrol team leader came out of the cubicle.
"team leader."
"team leader."
Seeing several empty wine bottles piled up in front of the guards' tables, the captain of the patrol team subconsciously wanted to scold him, but then he thought about how he had drank a lot, so he swallowed the words back: "Your name is Clark, right?
"
"Yeah." Clark, who was sitting aside with his hands cuffed, first glanced at Quentin, who was following the captain of the patrol team, and then gave a brief reply.
"You have to be lucky to have such a sensible good friend." The captain of the patrol team and Quentin hugged each other, as if they were very familiar with each other. "Don't do such stupid things again in the future. Go outside with your friend to clarify the matter.
, publicly apologize to us, and this matter will be over."
"Please loosen the handcuffs for him." Quentin was afraid that Clark would get angry again, so he spoke first.
"Open." The patrol team leader waved and ordered his men to open the handcuffs.
"You go over there and sit down first." Quentin pointed to the side, asking Clark to go over to regain his freedom.
Clark glanced at the owner of the cigarette shop next to him, couldn't bear to say anything more, and followed Quentin's instructions to sit on the other side.
"Then let's go first. I'll leave this to you." The captain of the patrol team arranged for his men to escort the owner of the cigarette shop and walk outside.
Quentin sent the group of people away: "Thank you for your hard work. I will give you a satisfactory result before tonight."
"Okay, I'll come back when I have time." The captain of the patrol team went out and led the people to one side.
"You're always welcome." Quentin stood at the door of the tavern and watched him leave.
After the patrol team left, he returned to the tavern and saw Clark and Stuart sitting together. The bartender poured them a glass of kvass each: "Follow me."
Stuart and Clark didn't say anything, and followed Quentin to the cubicle with cups in hand.
"Clark, come out with me later and help the patrol team clarify that the banned books were not brought here by them. It was you who read it wrong." Quentin did not reprimand Clark. He knew that Clark was deeply regretful now, so he just said wait for it.
Something he needs to do later.
"Well..." Clark accepted the arrangement, and when he looked at Quentin again, he had more admiration in his eyes, "Thank you."