Tan Yong looked at Zheng Ming with a livid face. He was not in a good mood. He felt that Zheng Ming was trying to prevent him from getting off stage. He really didn't know about the 20,000 yuan, but there was indeed something in the trunk of the car.
Now open the tobacco, alcohol and gifts. It’s a bit nonsense to say corruption, but it’s definitely not going to have a good impact...
"I want to check the crime scene, take some photos, etc., and keep a record when I go back!" Zheng Ming pinched the money and looked at Tan Yong and said.
"...This money is not mine!!!" Tan Yong gritted his teeth and replied excitedly in Zheng Ming's ear.
"I've set up community surveillance! It's your car they're trying to steal!" Zheng Ming replied expressionlessly.
"What the hell, my building doesn't have surveillance cameras!!"
"Old Tan, if he wants to see it, just show it to him. Isn't it just a gift for my dad? What's so shameful about it?" Tan Yong's wife glanced at Zheng Ming and blocked her words.
said.
"What do you know? Get out of here!" Tan Yong glared at his wife and cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.
"You dare to shout at me??" Tan Yong's wife asked in disbelief.
"...!" Tan Yong weakly turned his head, looked at Zheng Ming, and discussed again: "If you don't deal with it, you won't deal with it. What can you say? I also represent the bureau and will destroy me."
, what’s the difference between taking down the table??”
"...Scan around and take a look. If you don't let me read it today, the news tonight will have to guess whether Qin Shihuang lives in your trunk...!" Zheng Ming replied with a smile.
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When Tan Yong heard this, he glanced around and saw people from the TV station and people watching the fun, all looking over here with curious expressions on their faces, and the sound of communication was endless.
"...What the fuck, Zheng Ming!!" Tan Yong gritted his teeth and cursed, then turned around and walked to the trunk with a sullen face and said nothing.
"Reporter Zhang, try your phone for me! Mine doesn't have a camera function!" Zheng Ming turned around and said to Zhang Ling.
"Mine is out of battery, use our crew's camera!! I'll send you the photos later!" Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, then replied calmly, pointed at the cameraman and said: "Help our Captain Zheng take the photos.
This photo!”
"okay!!"
As he said that, a group of people gathered around the trunk curiously and stretched their necks to look inside. Tan Yong felt that something was a little wrong at this time, but he couldn't say what was wrong. In short, his heart felt a little twitchy.
"What are you thinking about? Get some relief?" Zheng Ming urged.
Tan Yong glanced at him with great resentment, took out the car key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole with a bang, and then turned it gently.
"Snapped!!"
There was a gap in the trunk. Tan Yong put his palm on it and didn't move. Zheng Ming pushed him irritably and opened the lid with a clang.
"Swipe!!"
Countless eyes glanced into the trunk.
"Xiao Ke is the same brother, a pair of idle and prodigal sons in society. Last night, we drank two bottles of turbid wine, looked into the sky, talked about the deeds of my grandfather in "time", and worshiped him with all my heart. Compared with my grandfather, the two of us were promiscuous.
We have been in the martial arts world for decades, but we are still short of money. We can't help but feel ashamed. In a moment of anger, the two of us hold a golden hammer with eight strands and smash the shackles. From then on, we steal 19,998 yuan to prove that we have never forgotten our ancestral heritage.
I have not forgotten my teachings and craftsmanship, and thieves are also wise. I left an autographed note. When I steal the island country, the Yasukuni Shrine, and the crotchless pants of "Tojo Yaoji" in the future, I will pay them back tenfold.
, kowtow, thank you!”
Signed by the uninhibited prodigal son of Chengdong Boiler Factory.
The eyes of countless people around him were fixed on a huge piece of paper with a crookedly written piece of crappy classical Chinese. Tan Yong was shocked for a moment, and a wave of evil energy began to flow from the hole three feet deep in his buttocks. He was so angry that he got mad.
...
"Fuck, you still said that this money is not yours?? People have already issued an IOU, what else are you saying??" Zheng Ming bared his teeth and said to Tan Yong, put on his gloves, took off the broken paper shell and said
: "Haha, you really can't stop these people who are having fun now. Why should you leave a good Chinese professor alone? What are you talking about? Oh! Come on, take pictures!!"
Zheng Ming muttered something, pointed at the lock of the trunk, called for a photo, and asked Tan Yong: "Haha, there is a lot of movement in your car?"
"...It belongs to my father-in-law!" Tan Yong said with a frown.
"Then your father-in-law is quite rich!"
"My dad has nothing to do with stock trading and made a little money!" Tan Yong's wife rolled her eyes and added.
"Mom...Isn't grandpa paralyzed? I asked him to fry beans for me and he couldn't even eat them. How could he trade in stocks...?" Tan Yong's son had a runny nose and bit into an ice cream cone.
, gritted his teeth and survived.
"Ha ha!!"
A burst of laughter erupted from the surroundings, and the old woman whose husband was helping at the police station laughed the loudest.
"Hey, what is this? Why is it so red?" Zheng Ming lowered his head, took his white-gloved right hand, and pulled at the corner of the trunk. With a bang, the cigarettes piled on it fell, and all the cigarettes fell.
All the people's eyes glanced over, and then they were all stunned!!!
"This...!" Tan Yong was stunned for a long time, staring with big eyes, pointing at the piles of banknotes crookedly coded in an open black box, and his head suddenly roared.
"...Why so much money??" Even the old woman threw away the melon seeds in her hand and said in great shock.
"...Shit, Old Tan, you have this thing in your car, why don't you tell me?" Zheng Ming asked Tan Yong with a look of horror on his face.
"...This is not mine!!! It's not mine!!" Tan Yong took two steps back, stretched out his hands and grabbed Zheng Ming's arm and shouted.
"It's not yours? Then why didn't you let me open the trunk just now?" someone in the crowd shouted.
"Yes, why didn't you let someone open the trunk just now!!"
"Hello, audience friends, just when the interview ended a minute ago, an unexpected situation occurred at the scene. The trunk of the interviewee, Captain Tan, was stolen last night. When the police came to repay the money, they found something in the trunk.
A large amount of cash, a rough estimate, at least 300,000 yuan. For a criminal police captain whose average monthly income is no more than 3,000 yuan, why is there such a huge amount of cash in the trunk? Why is there such a delay in the shooting case on Pingzhun Street?
There is no progress?? And why did the thief who stole the money leave an extravagant "IOU" with an unknown meaning in the trunk????!"
"Stop filming!! Turn it off, turn it off!!!" Tan Yong's wife let go of her son and rushed towards the camera like crazy, tearing at Zhang Ling who was finishing her words.
"Don't move! Don't move!" Tan Yong shouted hoarsely and was about to rush into the crowd and grab his wife. But at this moment, Zheng Ming stepped forward and grabbed Tan Yong's waist, and sincerely advised: "Don't get excited.
,Old Tan, you must not hit reporters!!"
"Let me go! Let me go! That damn thing is not mine, it's a false accusation!!! Extremely false accusation!!!" Compared with Brother Xu, who was also framed, Tan Yong was completely hysterical at this time.
"...Severely punish corruption offenders!!!"
"Severe punishment!!"
There were roars of booing from the crowd, and I don’t know if they were really angry, or they were enjoying or participating in the pleasure of beating the person who holds the power, even if the person holding the fist is just the village chief...