Rebirth of the Flying Era

Zhang Fugui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew the ability of the man in front of him. No matter what the matter was, as long as he agreed to do it, he would definitely get it done.

The middle-aged man said again: "But... this time it involves rape, you have to hold it down. Isn't it just a matter of men and women? Don't be afraid of spending money at this time. The people should not be promoted to officials if they are right." After all, as long as the woman shuts up, this matter will not be difficult to handle."

"I know~" Zhang Fugui was so anxious that he even started to speak his hometown dialect.

By the time he left here, the sixty-year-old man had been exhausted physically and mentally after struggling for several days, but there was nothing he could do. Who knew that was his son?

Zhang Fugui cheered up, patted his cheeks with his hands, and hurried home.

Yesterday, in order to get Zhang Qiwen out of the situation, he made an exception and went to Zhang Erzhu's house to get two large yellow croakers.

I originally thought that one would be enough, but taking an extra one and playing Wealth would definitely be enough.

But I didn't expect that things would go wrong, and now I have to go again.

Zhang Fugui knew very well that frequent visits to Zhang Erzhu's house would easily arouse suspicion, especially Zhang Erzhu himself.

Zhang Erzhu didn't know that there was a windfall hidden in his cellar.

Yesterday, Zhang Fugui showed a lot of flaws in his eagerness. If he goes again today, he will be exposed even more.

On the road, Zhang Fugui thought about whether he should just take all the money and find another place to hide it.

However, when he came to Zhang Erzhu's house, an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

Zhang Fugui frowned and stared at the lock on the door.

Zhang Erzhu never locks the doors when he goes to work. He only puts up the locks when he goes out for a few days.

Zhang Fugui took a deep breath and comforted himself: "It's okay, maybe there is something wrong with the second pillar..."

While muttering, he took out the key and opened the door.

Zhang Fugui had the key here. He inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it. With a click, the lock popped open.

Zhang Fugui breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhang Erzhu had changed the lock, then the real murderer would be in danger.

However, just when he breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door and entered the house, he hit rock bottom.

I saw a mess in the house, as if the devil had entered the village!

Especially in terms of divine status, Zhang Erzhu's parents have lost their ranking.

Zhang Fugui's head flickered, his vision turned black, and he shouted: "It's over!"

His body swayed, and he stretched out his hand to hold down the wall, finally not falling.

It took him half a minute to recover, and he rushed towards the cellar in a hurry.

After a while, the lights below the cellar were lit.

The wooden shelves were moved to the side, the bricks were pried up, sticky paper and wooden boards were thrown on both sides, and the hole below was empty.

"oops!"

Zhang Fugui pressed his chest and shouted!

Although that box of gold and silver was not all of his belongings, a quarter of it was all lost!

This was like cutting flesh into his heart!

Zhang Fugui was breathing heavily, his face was swollen and red, like a mad cow, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Zhang Erzhu! You~ you beast! I don't want to die..."

But dozens of meters away, in Room 304 of the hotel next door, there was a different scene.

The small black wooden box was open on the table.

Du Fei, Jiang Donglai, Zhao Xiaohu, and Cheng Dajun were surrounding.

Except for Du Fei, who looked indifferent, the other three people, including Jiang Donglai, all showed faces that had never seen the world.

In fact, we can't blame them. Even if Jiang Donglai is the deputy chief of the security department, his monthly salary is only 87 yuan.

Zhao Xiaohu and Cheng Dajun, one is a section member, earning 27.5 yuan a month; the other is a patrol member, equivalent to a large collective, earning 22 yuan a month.

At this time, there were hundreds of taels of silver in front of them, plus a thousand yuan in cash. If converted into money, it would be nearly four thousand yuan.

It's enough for Cheng Dajun to go without food or drink for fifteen years!

Little did they know that the real big deal here had long been taken away by Du Fei.

In the end, Jiang Donglai came to his senses first, looked at Du Fei and said, "Xiao Du, what did you say?"

Du Fei looked at Zhao Xiaohu and Chen Dajun who were looking forward to it, and said to Jiang Donglai: "These things are half for you and me. Xiaohu and Dajun are your brothers. You can take out how much you want. I will give you the rest of my own." Responsible."

Jiang Donglai nodded. Du Fei's words were quite fair and even exceeded his expectations.

Jiang Donglai's performance this time was really not outstanding.

If Du Fei hadn't discovered the address where the Zhang family hid the money from other channels in the end, and relied on Jiang Dong to come to the three of them, it is very likely that they would have ended up in vain.

Even though from the beginning to the end, Du Fei only moved his words and the three of them contributed, but according to Du Fei's role, whether it was 37 or 46, Jiang Donglai had nothing to say.

As for the ones given to Zhao Xiaohu and Cheng Dajun, Jiang Donglai did not avoid Du Fei and simply said: "Huzi, Dajun, Xiao Du gave us 50% this time, which is really a compliment to us. You two have to know what you are doing and work hard in the future. , find some ideas to make up for it.”

Zhao Xiaohu was smarter and said quickly: "Thank you, uncle, thank you Brother Du."

Cheng Dajun was slow for a moment and quickly thanked him, but he stared at Dayang with a cheerful smile.

This time, he and Zhao Xiaohu each were able to share one hundred oceans and ten taels of silver. They sold it all and converted it into nearly four hundred yuan, which was more than their annual salary!

At the same time, Zhang Fugui came out of Zhang Erzhu's house in a daze, with a pale face and his hands covering his chest.

Seeing him like this, the man next door asked worriedly: "His uncle, are you okay?"

Zhang Fugui seemed unaware and walked out of the yard step by step. He didn't even know how he got home.

The house was empty and the stove was already cold.

The son was arrested and the daughter hid in her second aunt's house because of Li Shengli's incident.

Zhang Fugui sat down unsteadily, covering his face with his hands and burying his head between his knees. He suppressed his emotions and cried softly: "Retribution~retribution! Oh God! I, Zhang Fugui, have been a traitor. I have done many evil things. Please punish me." I am alone, why...why should I retaliate on Qiwen and Xiaoyun! When they were young...they were such good children..."

Zhang Fugui was exhausted mentally and physically. He couldn't take a breath while crying. He leaned over and fainted to the ground.

There was a clang, and his head hit the leg of the table, and his forehead suddenly turned red.

But the stinging pain also made him wake up and say "uh", he covered the painful area with his hand, and when he looked at the palm of his hand, there was blood!

Zhang Fugui hurriedly got up and went to the mirror to take a look.

Fortunately, I only scratched my skin a little, but it's not a big deal.

Zhang Fugui sighed, secretly thinking that he was unlucky, but he cheered up, treated the wound hastily, and began to think about what to do next.

Although the money hidden in Zhang Erzhu's house was lost, Zhang Qiwen had to save it. Chief Qin also promised that two large yellow croakers must be sent over.

There is also the person who is the victim of the case and has to be settled with money.

After thinking about it, it's all a place to make money.