Chapter two hundred and eighty one is still being pitted
Crouching in the lobby, I wasn't too nervous, because I didn't see Li Shuishui holding the gun, and Peter Li also blinked at me quickly. At first, I didn't understand what he meant. When the hotel manager, he quickly Only after it disappeared quickly did I finally understand.
There were three policemen in total. The first one caught Pete Lee, the other controlled me and Lao Xian and others. The last one went upstairs, but walked down again after less than ten minutes, shaking his head. He rushed to the deputy station and said: "There is no one inside."
Yes, the rich friend has left through the back door at this moment, but it is definitely not because of my face that he did not report the crime. He understood the meaning of Qin Wantian's last phone call.
Although the deputy police officer looked serious, he was relieved in his heart. He didn't care who among the gang was killed. What concerned him was whether the public security was stable and whether the people were accidentally injured.
After a while, another police car came from the police station. There were two people in it, but it still couldn't accommodate so many of us. In desperation, the manager arranged for a hotel car to take us all to the police station.
In the police station room, I was handcuffed to the heating pipe and sitting on the floor. Lao Xian was handcuffed to the window and was melancholy admiring the night. Pete Lee was more miserable. Since he came in relatively late, he could only be handcuffed to the window. On the stool legs.
"What the hell are you looking at?" I asked the old immortal with a sideways glance.
"I was wondering when Haozi would bring someone to rob the police station," Lao Xian's eyes were full of loneliness after becoming invincible, and he answered softly in a soft voice.
"Can you stop bragging here?" Pete Lee's posture was extremely inelegant, squatting there as if he was about to poop.
"If you don't let me brag, then there's nothing I can do." The old fairy said boredly.
"Brother, can't we go in?" I asked Pete Lee, a little trembling.
"Fuck, I can't guarantee it in other places, but it's definitely not possible in Jiangbei." Peter Lee said with great certainty.
"That's good." I felt a little relieved after hearing what he said. I was thinking about whether Pangpang heard what I said.
In the office.
"Wang Suo, I'm going to take a statement." The policeman sat on the sofa and asked tentatively.
"The hotel belongs to Lao Li's family, and the guy with the gun didn't stop me. What can you record? Just wait and see if anyone reports the crime." The director intervened and replied irritably.
"How come this old Li family is getting involved with this group of people in society?" Another policeman said speechlessly.
"The second son of his family is nothing but a damn thing. He does everything from eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling." Wang Suo cursed fiercely.
Fatty Dai did hear my call. He didn't rush to Jiangbei, but he was very confident in his heart. Even if his rich friend went into the police station with me, he would definitely not say anything. Now he doesn't know much about the situation. What I'm afraid of is that the police station will arrest Xing Xing.
Thinking of this, he dialed Uncle Peter Li's phone number. "What's going on, Old Li?" Fatty Dai asked directly.
"It's okay. I just called my friend at the police station and found out the knife. My rich friend is not here either." Peter and Uncle Li told the truth.
"That's good, are there any injured here?" Fatty Dai asked again.
"It's nothing. If possible, he will be sent to the public security hospital. A confession may be taken at this time. You don't need to worry about this matter. I will take care of it." Peter Lee's second uncle said proudly.
"Sorry for causing trouble to you," Fatty Dai said politely.
"The Sanquan Town project will be put on the agenda soon. It's right to give Qin Wantian some attitude. If he wants to interfere, the matter will be complicated, haha." Peter. Uncle Li said his part in this matter motivation.
"Fuck, I thought you were talking about our relationship." Fatty Dai suddenly looked emotionally hurt.
"Haha, I will marry you later."
"You are really awesome."
The two chatted briefly and hung up the phone.
On the surface, it doesn’t seem like it’s too hard for me to fuck my rich friend, and several good friends also made great efforts to help me at critical moments, but in fact, there are too many considerations from the perspective of the gang.
In other words, we young people are playing with personal emotions. I completely believe that before Peter Lee came here, he was definitely trying to help me Xiangnan, but he may not have understood it until now. Why did my uncle not stop me at all, but was so kind to me? Because apart from painting, which is his damn strength, he is indeed a very honest person. To put it bluntly, he is silly.
Yes, the people above are playing for their own interests. From this point of view, this very passionate matter does not seem so pure.
Two hours later, in the hospital.
Fuyou's injury was not very serious. He knew better than anyone else where to hit. The bullet was not in the leg, but there was a hole in the thigh, and there was a lot of blood.
Qin Wantian came to visit alone. There was no one else in the ward, only his rich friend and him.
"Snapped."
Qin Wantian took out his bank card and put it on the bedside table. He sat on the stool with a troubled expression and said softly: "Two million, Fatty Dai gave it to me."
"Brother, am I short of money?" the rich friend asked with pursed lips.
"Friend, you took this shot for my elder brother, okay?" Qin Wantian asked with a twitching corner of his mouth.
"Okay, one more shot is fine, but how to do it to the south," the rich friend asked bluntly.
"Friend, please don't complain about this. You are not fighting with Xiang Nan. It was Fatty Dai who pulled you off with his own hands." Qin Wantian comforted him.
"Brother, it's not that I haven't been beaten before, but whoever gets beaten will get beaten. If a child treats me like this, how can I make friends in the future?" The rich friend gasped.
"Everything should be done slowly. If you can't see the result in one day, just look at it in a year or two. There are plenty of opportunities, so don't rush for this moment." Qin Wantian advised again.
The rich friend gritted his teeth in great grievance and looked down at his chest without making a sound.
"After the injury is healed, I'll come forward and have a meeting. Those of us who have spare money will throw some money at you. It doesn't matter how much the interest is." Qin Wantian said this and reached out to grab the rich man's hand. Hold your friend's palm tightly.
"Brother, I don't care if you want this." Fuyou's eyes turned red for a moment, and the extremely unbalanced mentality in his heart disappeared instantly.
"This is not what I gave you, but I don't know what to do in my heart, do you understand?" Qin Wantian said very seriously.
"Brother, stop talking. I understand what you mean." Fuyou nodded vigorously.
Yes, Qin Wantian has this charm and the ability to make you willing to be wronged for him. Therefore, in H City, there is only one rich man from the dynasty, but he has been brilliant for so many years.
The other end.
In the police station, Lao Xian said that he wanted to write a poem in this situation. As soon as Peter Li heard what he said, he also wanted to draw. These two B's were lost by the powerful man with a strong heart, Peter. Li always believed that nothing was going to happen, and his second uncle would come to rescue him soon. However, Lao Xian naively believed that Li Hao might come to rob a police station or something, so they were not very nervous, but their artistic temperament surged. , I need to tell a story here.
"Looking at the Taotao River from afar, the water is like a dragon." The old immortal held it in for a long time, touched his sparse beard, and already chanted.
"What a poem." Pete Lee said, holding his stinky feet.
"A closer look at the Dai family's golden horse." Don't tell me, the first two sentences of B are really like that, very impressive.
"The north wind blows up three thousand shrimp soldiers." The old immortal's sentence is obviously full of talent, but the whole thing is slightly out of tune.
"Domineering." Pete Lee continued to praise him in vulgar ways.
"The dining hall is forcing you to bend your rich friend's back." The old immortal said the last sentence proudly.
"Holy shit, I was shocked, I thought you were going to say Jb." I said while sweating furiously.
"This poem is awesome...well, what do you think my head looks like? How can I be so talented?" The old immortal was a little surprised by his IQ. In his impression, he could only do , a poem with one ass, two circles, three penises and six balls.
"Brother, I admire you more and more. You are indeed a loser in college." Pete Lee said with a thumbs up.
"Stop flattering me, Jiangbei, don't you want to see Niu anymore? He's so rude, he's really bragging." I quickly waved my hand to interrupt.
"Pooh,."
The old immortal turned around and spit out yellow phlegm on my shoulder. I turned around and almost stopped spitting. I gritted my teeth and cursed: "You are so damn stupid."
"Bah, bah."
"Your uncle."
Just when Lao Xian and I were about to vomit at each other, the office door was pushed open, and the policeman walked in expressionlessly, glanced at it and said, "Just having fun."
"No big brother." I immediately said honestly.
"Then sign it."
The policeman took out three administrative detention notices and placed them directly on the table.
"What do you mean?" I was confused.
"You guys, as well as the dozen or so people outside, have been detained by public security for 15 days for illegally holding controlled knives and causing trouble while drunk," the policeman said quickly.
I was stunned for at least three seconds, and then I asked Peter Lee in confusion: "If you don't tell me, why are you so easy to do in Jiangbei? Then why are you being detained by us without anyone being caught?"
"Uh, policeman, can you let me make a call?" Peter Lee raised his head and asked.
"let's hit."
The police officer took Pete Lee's cell phone from the table and handed it over directly.
A few seconds later, Pete Lee dialed his second uncle's phone number.
"What's going on, uncle, why are you arresting me?" Pete Lee shouted, scratching his neck.
"You dog, my second uncle tried his best."
"You just try your best for whatever you want." Pete Lee almost burst into tears.
"Thirty thousand, touch, listen." Uncle Peter Li was playing mahjong and said casually: "I really tried my best. Well, I still have some projects to discuss, so let's do this first."
"Second uncle, second uncle, you can't do this, I still have to paint, hey, hey, hey." Pete Lee shouted several times, but the phone was hung up.
"Why hasn't Li Hao come yet?" The old immortal looked out the darkened window in a daze.
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