Late at night in Wawu Village, police lights flashed on the dilapidated streets, and there were two waves of people, including those from the local joint defense and police stations.
I lowered my head and pretended to play with my phone, walking quickly on the street.
"Hey, wait!"
I stopped and turned around to ask what I was doing.
The person who stopped me was a young police officer with short hair and a hooked nose, sharp eyes, and a very tall height. He stared at me for more than ten seconds and then asked a fat man in handcuffs next to him, "Do you agree?"
Don’t you know? Are they from your group?”
The fat man's face turned pale with fright. He stared at me carefully for a few seconds and then shook his head: "No, I don't know this person."
The hook-nosed police officer frowned and came up to me and asked me for my ID card.
It is natural for mice to be afraid of cats, so I dare not test his eyes directly, but I am also a seasoned veteran and know that I cannot reveal any flaws at this time.
"Xiang Yunfeng? Why did someone from Northeast Mohe come to Kangding? What are you doing here? Are you going to work or doing business?"
I said: "Comrade, there is no law that stipulates that people from the Northeast cannot come to Sichuan, right? I'm here to do business with my old uncle, doing foreign trade and export clothing design."
He asked doubtfully: "You are a fashion designer, so you dress like this?"
I lowered my head and saw that there was blood on my clothes. I changed into old white jeans, but they were a lot too short. A lot of my long johns leaked out, which looked very ugly.
"What's wrong? I think it looks good and has personality."
"You stay here and don't leave. I'll call and ask."
"Hey, it's me. Let Lao Tian check this ID number for me right away."
After a while, I heard a voice from the other end of the phone saying: "This guy is from the Northeast. He had a fight with someone in a Beijing bar two years ago and got a criminal record. It's nothing serious."
"Okay, I get it."
He hung up the phone and asked again: "Have you ever seen a middle-aged man about forty years old driving a red van?"
"No, I didn't see it." I shook my head and said.
He returned the ID card to me, waved his hand and said, "Let's go. Don't go out and run around at night, it's not safe."
My back was covered in sweat, I was so frightened that I peed, and I didn't dare to look back all the way. When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I discovered that there were many people in the joint defense setting up cards. This posture was like setting up a dragnet, and Lao Bai was afraid that the odds were stacked against him.
So was he arrested tonight?
listen to me.
Brother Bai is a rough and tactful person. He took a bottle of sesame oil before, and he must have thought about doing it for a long time. Some people always don't believe it, saying that it is impossible to spend so much money. I ask, have you tried it?
In the past, some workers who worked in the bank could steal 50 taels of large silver ingots. They could sneak out three of them at a time, but they could not get them out afterwards and would sometimes die from suffocation.
This kind of people are all afraid of poverty!
This type of people, regardless of gender, lack not only strength but luck. Once luck comes, they will desperately try to find a way to seize it.
Farewell to Wawu Village. It was more than a year after I met Mr. Bai. He was not arrested. Later I asked him how he ran away. He smiled and said that he didn’t run away at all that night! Instead, he crawled into a seven-eight-year-old man.
He hid in a meter-high sycamore tree and stayed there until dawn. Later, he pretended to be a delivery worker from a stone factory and left Kangding to join his cousin in Meishan.
This is true of the boldness of a man of great skill, who seeks wealth in spite of danger.
