Hua Deyi's trick doesn't work very well, because the landlord of the house that Sister Mei rents is not local, and he and his son have gone abroad to enjoy life. The rental contract has been signed for a whole year, and there is still more than half a year left, and I can't evict her even if I want to.
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When the first plan failed, he tried another one. Hua Deyi called Meng Xianguo, the top officer at the Huahuo Police Station, and asked him to clean up a few selling prostitutes on Tiezha Street. It would be best to organize a labor camp or something to relieve his anger.
This kind of thing is a piece of cake for Director Meng. The blunderers in the shampoo room are just dishes on the meat plate on the chopping board. It only takes one sentence to deal with them. Of course, everything you do now requires evidence, and you also need to
Hua Deyi needs to cooperate and make a game.
The two of them discussed it in a few words on the phone. In two days, they would find a few people to go to the shampoo room for consumption. At that time, the police would rush in and crack down on pornography. They would get the evidence and charge Sister Mei with harboring others for prostitution. Let alone reeducation through labor.
Can be sentenced to severe punishment!
In order to paralyze Sister Mei and others, Hua Deyi instructed Hua Bao to calm down for the next two days and not to take action.
Dark clouds gradually gathered over Tiezha Street, and Sister Mei and others were nervous for two days without waiting for follow-up revenge, so they gradually relaxed their vigilance.
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In the past few days, Song Shuang has been planning how to compensate Liu Handong. She and Zhu Pengpeng are both pampered children of high-ranking officials. They don't know where to buy a three-wheeled motorcycle like Liu Handong's, but Pengpeng has a way. Her father is the traffic police chief.
Captain, it's definitely okay to ask him for help.
When Zhu Huabiao heard that Director Song's daughter wanted to buy a motorcycle, he immediately found a knowledgeable person as a consultant. This person's name was Lu Shipeng. He was the squadron leader of the concierge motorcycle squadron directly under the corps. He had been driving motorcycles for more than ten years and was an absolute expert.
After receiving the captain's order, Lu Shipeng rushed to the captain's office as soon as possible. Being able to help the captain's family members with personal matters was a good thing that could not be asked for. It was even more gratifying than a salary increase.
Captain Zhu gave a brief explanation, and Lu Shipeng excitedly took the two female college students to watch the motorcycles. Of course, they mainly served Miss Zhu Pengpeng and answered a few questions from Song Shuang.
"Officer Lu, this is Song Shuang, and Song Ting is her father." Pengpeng felt that Lu Shipeng was a little neglectful towards Song Shuang, so she found an opportunity to explain to him.
Lu Shipeng's heart trembled, and he thought that this was indeed an extremely difficult political task. Both of them were rich ladies, so no one could afford to offend them.
Song Shuang didn't care very much. She was preoccupied with how to compensate Liu Handong. She didn't even sleep well these days and lost several pounds. But Pengpeng was heartless. She should eat and drink.
, just like normal people.
Lu Shipeng said: "What type of motorcycle do you want to buy? What is it used for? Who drives it? The more detailed you are, the better, so that I can help you introduce it."
Song Shuang said: "I want a better motorcycle, a men's model, with three wheels and a carriage."
Lu Shipeng was in trouble. Song Shuang said that he should buy a men's motorcycle, something better, which should be bought for his boyfriend. This is not difficult. There are a lot of imported luxury motorcycles, with prices above 100,000 yuan, but three
It’s rare to see wheels with a carriage, could it be the latest high-end model from BMW?”
"BMW has a three-wheel model with a closed compartment. The price is very high. It is not sold in Jiangdong Province. If you want to buy one, you have to go to Hong Kong." Lu Shipeng replied.
"It's not that high-end, just the kind you often see on the street." Song Shuang gestured and patiently explained that according to her, it should be a straight three-wheel wheel, not a three-wheel wheel.
Lu Shipeng was even more confused. How could there be such a high-end motorcycle on the street? He said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I am so ignorant. I have never seen such a motorcycle. Why don't you search online."
Pengpeng became anxious: "It's just Sanbengzi who solicits customers."
Lu Shipeng almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. The daughter of the director of the Public Security Bureau wanted to buy three bunzi. Who would believe it? He must have opened it the wrong way and his ears were malfunctioning.
Pengpeng continued: "A few days ago, a friend's three-wheeled motorcycle was destroyed by the traffic police. He blamed us for this, so I want to compensate him for a new one."
Lu Shipeng finally understood, "Well, this kind of tricycle that can carry passengers is on sale for less than 10,000 yuan. However, the traffic police department is cracking down on this illegal operation of motorized tricycles. You bought it for him.
He can’t drive either.”
Peng Peng and Song Shuang exchanged glances, "Yes, you can't open it even if you buy it. It's not for nothing."
Song Shuang quickly made a decision: "Then give him a better motorcycle."
Lu Shipeng said: "What brand do you want, what displacement? What style? Road racing or off-road racing, or big pedals?"
Song Shuang shook his head: "I don't understand."
Lu Shipeng had no choice but to ask, "Can you tell me the price and what are your requirements?"
Song Shuang thought for a while and said: "Within 30,000 yuan, I only have so much money, so what's the requirement... He is 1.8 meters tall, has a dark complexion, and likes to wear jeans and motorcycle boots. He is very cool. You have to match him."
It’s the temperament that matters.”
Lu Shipeng scratched his head. This job was really difficult, but it was not a problem for him.
"There is such a car, and I think it is quite suitable. The domestic Jialing JH600 is the motorcycle with the largest displacement and the highest price in China. It has a very powerful shape and is suitable for your friend."
Song Shuang immediately took out his Ipad to surf the Internet, Baidu Jialing 600, pulled out some pictures, discussed it with Peng Peng, made a decision, and bought it!
Omi City is a city that bans motorcycles. Motorcycle stores are all open in the suburbs, mainly selling to farmers in the county. When I came to the Jialing store, there was only one JH600 military green bicycle that was the store's treasure. The manager directly offered a price of four
Nineteen thousand and eight.
Song Shuang panicked and said he didn't have that much money. Pengpeng asked the manager if he could make it cheaper. The manager smiled and shook his head, making it clear that he didn't want to sell.
Lu Shipeng sneered, picked up his cell phone and started making calls. He was acting on orders, and all the resources of the entire traffic police system could be put to use.
Within ten minutes, the manager's cell phone rang. After answering, his face changed drastically and quickly turned into an extremely flattering one. He said that this was a display car and could be sold at a discount of 19,800 yuan, with a gift of five hundred yuan of oil.
Tickets, as well as vehicle tools, spare parts, helmets and other items will be returned to the county license plate.
Lu Shipeng smiled and said: "The manager doesn't have to worry about the license. We'll get the license from the city."
The manager was shocked on the spot. Although Omi City bans motorcycles, it only prohibits the issuance of new license plates. One car will be scrapped and another will disappear. The total number will not increase. This man opened his mouth and said that the new license plate was issued in the city. This shows how powerful it is.
Lu Shipeng secretly laughed in his heart, could it be that I would tell such a secret that one of these two ladies is the daughter of the director of the department and the other is the daughter of the corps?
Song Shuang took out his bank card, paid the bill on the spot, and bought this treasure of the store.
The two girls did not know how to drive this kind of straddle motorcycle, so they left it to Lu Shipeng to drive it to the vehicle management office to get the license plate. They did not need to worry about any subsequent matters. Lu Shipeng took care of all the procedures, including purchase tax, new license plate, driving license, and urban restricted area pass.
, it was all done in one step, and it only took an afternoon, most of which was spent at the vehicle management office bragging about smoking, and the specific affairs were done by Xiao Xiami below.
After buying the car, how to hand it over to Liu Handong became a big problem again. Song Shuang didn’t know where Liu Handong lived and sent him a WeChat message but didn’t reply. Thinking of Wang Xing’s arrangement a few days ago for Liu Handong to go to work at Qingshi Hi-Tech, Song Shuang took the car with him.
In a small truck with a motorcycle, Pengpeng and I drove a mini Coolpad to Qingshi Hi-Tech.
As a result, they didn't even enter the gate. People said that there was indeed Liu Handong, but he has been fired now. As for why he was fired or where he lives, there is no comment.
"It's over now, what should we do if we can't find anyone?" Pengpeng spread his hands.
"There is a way." Song Shuang took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Wang Xing, asking him for Liu Handong's address.
The message came back quickly, saying it was on Tiezha Street in Huahuo Village in the southeastern suburbs.
"Let's go to Tiezha Street." Song Shuang would not give up until he achieved his goal.
Suddenly Pengpeng's cell phone rang. It was a call from the student union.
"Shuangshuang, the students' union is bringing us over. It's the closing ceremony of the International College Debate. It would be bad if we don't go." Pengpeng put down the phone and said.
"Okay, let's go to the debate site first, and then go to Iron Slag Street."
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Sister Mei's Ten Yuan Leisure Shampoo Room was closed for two days. Seeing that there was no movement, she quietly opened the door again. Within half an hour after opening the roller shutter door, business came to the door. They were four new faces, dressed very rustic, and they were in line.
Customer positioning of the shampoo room.
"How much does it cost to knock someone on the back?" The visitor seemed to be familiar with the industry, and he went straight to the topic as soon as he entered the door.
"Two hundred." Xiaoya flicked the cigarette ashes and gave her a wink.
"How much discount can we get for the four of us?"
"Brother, the policy doesn't allow it. Can I give you a 20% discount next time?"
The men walked straight in, making noises, holding cell phones with the camera function turned on in their hands. Sister Mei came out to welcome him, made some poses, took the men's arms and pulled them into her room. Xiao Yan'er was sitting on a small bench fishing for fun.
He lay on the crack of the door and took a look. Knowing that his mother was about to do business, he quickly opened the cabinet door and squatted in. He stretched out his little hand and closed the cabinet door, shutting himself into endless darkness.
Four people came, and there were only three people in the shampoo room. Huanxi didn't do this kind of business. Sister Mei winked, and Nana quickly ran out and took Xiaoli to another hair salon fifty meters away.
Call to come to the rescue.
Xiaoli ran over, and Nana looked around and pulled down the rolling shutter door to prevent anyone from disturbing the guests' enjoyment.
In a civilian license plate van across the street, a man in plain clothes picked up the walkie-talkie: "Each group is ready."
Sister Mei pulled a man into the bedroom, lifted up his skirt, and wore no underwear underneath. She washed him in the basin, lay down on the bed, and said, "Brother, let's have sex."
The man untied his belt, and a bunch of keys on his belt clattered loudly. He took off his pants and climbed onto the bed when there was a violent knock on the door. Then the back door of the inner courtyard was kicked open. A group of men wearing helmets and camouflage uniforms were holding rubber batons.
The policemen rushed in, kicked open all the doors, and controlled the prostitutes and the offenders.
Before Sister Mei could roll up her skirt in a hurry, she was pinned down on the bed by the man. A group of people rushed in and took pictures with cameras. The condoms on the bedside were collected as evidence. The police assisted Sister Mei.
He was snatched off, handcuffed behind his back and taken out.
The moment she went out, Sister Mei looked back at the cabinet, fearing that Xiao Yan'er would scream.
Xiao Yaner squatted in the dark cabinet and said nothing.
Everyone in the other rooms was taken out, and the police officers' majestic scoldings could not be heard. Huanxi was washing rice and cooking in the kitchen. The unexpected incident left her at a loss when suddenly someone kicked open the kitchen door and came to stop her.
She pulled her hair straight out and shouted: "There's another one here!"