As the saying goes: "Money can make the world go round." This is absolutely true!
Ximen Lang smiled and said, "Can you tell me if you have any good ideas?"
Xiang Zhanlin said: "You can take the path of medical parole."
Mu Zhengrong asked in confusion: "To be granted medical parole, a person must suffer from a serious disease or be in danger of death in the short term. He needs to go to a hospital designated by the Provincial People's Government for identification and diagnosis. Li Tieshan is not qualified for this?"
Xiang Zhanlin smiled proudly and said: "To tell you the truth, I have someone at the Municipal People's Hospital who can get the certificate of consultation between these three experts. However, I have to allocate 50,000 yuan out of the money to them. As for the
Just leave all other matters to me. I will start on this matter in the afternoon. If you stay in Huiyang for one day, you can take the person away tomorrow."
Ximen Lang said hurriedly: "Thank you very much."
Xiang Zhanlin said politely: "You're welcome, you are Lao Mu's friend, and for his sake I have to help, right? I will go to the hospital to go through the relevant procedures now, and I will take the money." He looked at him.
He scanned the big bills, closed the suitcase cover without ceremony, stood up and carried it in his hand.
Mu Zhengrong and Ximenlang stood up, said goodbye to him and sent him out the door.
Seeing that things were taking shape, Mu Zhengrong drove back to Heshuo City alone because he was busy with official business, while Ximen Lang and the other three stayed in Huiyang for one night.
At 8 o'clock in the morning the next day, Mu Zhengrong, who had gotten up early, arrived at the hotel where Ximenlang and the others were staying, and drove everyone to Fangjia'ang Prison.
The prison door opened, and a prison guard escorted Li Tieshan out who was coughing after completing the medical parole procedures. He said a few words in a routine manner, then walked back to the prison, and the big iron door closed with a clang.
Li Sisi cried with joy. She rushed towards Li Tieshan with tears streaming down her face, hugged Li Tieshan's neck, and shouted with choked sobs: "Dad... I'm finally looking forward to seeing you come out..."
The corners of Li Tieshan's eyes were moist, and he patted his daughter's back gently with his hand, comforting him and saying, "Sisi, don't cry. Isn't your father a good person? Don't cry..." However, although he was trying to comfort his daughter, his tears flowed out involuntarily.
The tears contained the touching feeling of family affection, as well as the humiliation he suffered in prison. As a once-mighty police chief, when he entered prison, he received special treatment from other old prisoners. Beatings and abuses were commonplace.
So much so that during the period of time he was in prison, he lost more than 20 kilograms, and nearly one-third of his hair turned white. He suddenly seemed to have aged ten years.
Wang Zhijun stepped forward to comfort him and said: "Sisi, Uncle Li has been released. It is a great joy. You should be happy. Why are you still crying? Stop crying, otherwise your father will feel uncomfortable too."
Li Sisi raised her head, although there were still tears on her bright face, she smiled as if she had figured it out, "Well, I won't cry anymore. I should be happy that Dad is released. Dad, can you be paroled for medical treatment this time?
Thanks to Brother Zhijun and Director Mu for their help, as well as Ximen’s help."
Li Tieshan nodded, glanced at the three people's faces, and said, "Thank you very much."
Wang Zhijun hurriedly said: "No, this is what we should do."
Mu Zhengrong smiled and said: "Old leader, Zhijun and I only helped a little bit. The person who really made a big difference was Brother Ximen."
Li Sisi whispered in her father's ear: "That's what happened. Ximen paid 500,000 yuan to the warden before you could apply for medical parole."
Li Tieshan frowned, the look on his face became gloomy, and he said, "Thank you."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "You're welcome. I think Director Li is a good person, so I decided to help you."
Li Tieshan let out a long sigh and said, "Don't call me that. Now I am just a prisoner on medical parole, not Bureau Li anymore."
Wang Zhijun said: "Uncle Li, no matter what, it's good if you don't have to suffer inside when you come out. Get in the car and let's go back to Heshuo."
Li Sisi also said: "Dad, let's go home."
Li Tieshan's expression softened a little, and he nodded and said, "Well, go home."
A group of people got into the police car, and Mu Zhengrong started the car and drove towards the highway.
After returning to Heshuo, Ximenlang found a high-end restaurant to welcome Li Tieshan. During the banquet, Li Tieshan would not refuse a toast to anyone who came, and he would drink it all. Later, several people saw the signs and refused to let him drink again.
, but he desperately grabbed a bottle of white wine,
Ignoring everyone's attempts to stop him, he raised his head and poured it into his stomach. After drinking the bottle of white wine, he put the bottle on the table with a bang and cried with tears streaming down his face: "I'm not guilty... I'm really not guilty."
He is not guilty, he was framed...unjustly...unjustly..."
Everyone looked at each other, and Li Sisi hugged her father and advised her with tears: "Dad, don't do this. We all know that you were wronged, but the court and the procuratorate don't know..."
Ximen Lang, whose face became very ugly, drank down the wine in the glass, stood up and said: "Zhijun, Brother Mu, I have something to do and I will leave first. Please send Director Li and his daughter back." Seeing two people.
Everyone nodded in agreement, and he opened the door and walked out of the restaurant in a very bad mood.
It was noon, but there was no sun in the sky. There was a gloomy sky. The strong wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, and a chilling atmosphere greeted us.
Because of the bad weather, there were not many people on the street. The people I saw occasionally put their coat collars up and walked quickly, nagging, "What the hell is going on in this damn weather..."
Ximenlang staggered as he walked on the street, slightly drunk. In fact, he only drank more than two bottles of liquor. In the past, these drinks would have been just the bottom of the huge amount of liquor for him. However, because he was in a very bad mood today.
Sorry, it actually made him feel slightly out of sorts.
He kept asking himself: "Am I really a bastard? I don't hesitate to frame others and make them suffer in order to achieve my own goals. If there really is a place in the world, then the first person who should jump off is me..."
On the road ahead, a dark thing suddenly appeared, as if dark clouds were moving on the ground!
It was a group of men in black. Everyone was wearing a long black windbreaker, a black shirt underneath, and a black tie. All of them, without exception, held a gleaming RB samurai sword in their hands.
Holding the knife in his right hand, the blade of the knife was pointed at the ground with a consistent tilt, exuding endless chill.
Everyone's eyes flashed with ferocious looks, as if a man-eating beast was staring at the boy opposite.
The leading man in black waved the samurai sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "That's him, the murderer who hurt the young master, let's chop him up..."
PS: Today there is a power outage due to line renovations in the entire district, so I am only updating now, which has kept book fans waiting for a long time. I am very sorry.