Zhao Ping's home lives near the bus stop. The first floor was converted into a shop, specializing in selling various wall tiles and floor tiles. The second floor is where their family lives normally.

Zhao Chen slapped the shop door hard, as if he was about to shoot it, and it seemed extremely loud in this quiet night.

The lights from several shops next to them were turned on one after another, and they opened the window and looked at Zhao Chen. When they saw a few people carrying various weapons below, they thought it was a gangster who would come to collect debts, so they would not go stupid. Moreover, they were happy to see this scene. It was because Zhao Ping was so bad in his usual manner and had a bad relationship with his neighbors around him.

"Who is disturbing the dream in the middle of the night!" In the second floor room of Zhao Ping's house, the window suddenly opened, revealing Zhao Ping's head.

At this time, Zhao Ping's upper body was sluggish, as if he had just woken up, looking sleepy. In fact, when he saw Zhao Chen and others below, he was so nervous that he was so nervous that he had to pretend to be confused on the surface.

"I said, "Second uncle, you'd better hand over the things you stolen from my house, otherwise we'll call the police! Don't blame me when the police come." Zhao Chen raised his head and looked at Zhao Ping, with threats in his words. What he most liked was his own manuscripts. If the manuscripts were leaked, it would undoubtedly be a blow to his reputation. Moreover, since the owner could not fully confirm that Zhao Ping was a thief, even if the police came, he would not necessarily punish Zhao Ping. Under such choices, Zhao Chen naturally wanted Zhao Ping to hand over the stolen manuscripts and checks, and then if he had the chance, he would take the blame for the firewood.

"What? A thief has entered your family? How dare you doubt your second uncle? Do you think your second uncle will be able to see your little money? It's a joke! Since I didn't steal it, why did I let me hand over the dirt?"

Zhao Ping's heart suddenly rose, but on the surface he showed a righteous expression, and he would not admit it even if he was beaten to death.

"I said Zhao Ping, you'd better get down first!" The bearded shop manager finally spoke at this time, and he was really tired of talking while looking up at Zhao Ping.

"What are you doing when you go downstairs? You didn't steal or rob. You were very sleepy at night. Now I just want to sleep. I'm almost back. If you are misunderstood by others, you will really treat me as a thief. I don't want to be misunderstood. I'm so sleepy, I have to go to bed!"

Zhao Ping said at the end, he deliberately stretched his waist and wanted to return to the room.

Seeing this, the bearded shopkeeper couldn't help but ask Zhao Chen next to him: "Zhao Chen, what should we do now?"

"There's nothing, call the police! I believe you won't read it wrong, and I don't believe that he will be fine after falling from the second floor. He will not kill him!" After hearing the owner say this, a cold light flashed in Zhao Chen's eyes. Zhao Ping's manuscript taking away his is similar to his wealth, and his wealth is comparable to killing his parents. How could Zhao Chen let him go easily? And since he did this, who knows if he will get the chance to do it again next time? After all, there is no reason to guard against thieves for thousands of days. People will always relax!

"This... then, I'll go back and call the police!" The owner hesitated for a moment, and then thought of Zhao Chen's future brightness. If he really did this this time, he would offend Zhao Ping, but he also helped Zhao Chen. When Zhao Chen became famous in the future, he might be able to support him.

The owner turned around and wanted to run towards the convenience store. Zhao Ping, who was about to return to the room upstairs, naturally heard their conversation, and his face changed suddenly. He was naturally panicked after doing something bad. Moreover, he knew very well that his legs could not recover in a short period of time. This was also evidence, so he hurriedly shouted: "Wait, don't call the police, I'll give it to you!"

Zhao Ping regretted not to fall at this time. If he hid all the stolen things outside, he might get away with it. However, even if he hid it at home, no matter how secret it is, it is likely to be found. With the subtle relationship between Zhao Chen and the Tseung Kwan O Police Chief, a prison disaster of several years will inevitably occur. Instead of doing this, it is better to give it to Zhao Chen just for the sake of it.

The bearded store manager who was about to return stopped and looked at Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen held his chin and thought for a while. Not to mention that the manuscript that Zhao Ping stole was his own crystallization of the day, that is, Zhao Ping is his second uncle no matter what. He is barely a well-known person in Xiangjiang. But if he comes forward and really takes Zhao Ping into a cell for a few years, I am afraid that the media that change their minds will not let go of such good news. It will be hard to say about their reputation at that time, because the media will basically write whatever they are so popular in order to consider increasing newspaper sales. It is okay to write about the forensic death of relatives, but if the opposite is written, it will be bad, and it will inevitably affect the sales of "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty".

Anyway, for a cartoonist, a good reputation is quite important.

But if Zhao Ping was released so simply, Zhao Chen would not be willing to accept it. After thinking about it, Zhao Chen still shouted: "You come down and discuss with us first! If you don't know the situation, don't blame me for calling the police."

Zhao Chen, who was in charge of the truth, was naturally imposing, but Zhao Ping, who was incompetent in the truth, became a little listless. However, because he was afraid of being imprisoned, Zhao Ping still found all the stolen manuscripts before opening the door.

When he came out, his walking pace was obviously limping, and he wanted to jump from the second floor and throw his foot very hard.

When Zhao Chen saw what was in Zhao Ping's hand, his eyes lit up first. The things in Zhao Ping's hand were the crystallization of his hard work today, but he disappeared the check.

"Here, that's all I got at that time!"

Seeing Zhao Ping handing the manuscript in front of him, Zhao Chen did not take it, but his eyes became even colder, and Zhao Ping in front of him felt a chill.

“Where is the check?”

A cold voice sounded, Zhao Ping shook all over and couldn't help but hesitate and said, "Check, what kind of check?"

"It seems that you won't cry after seeing the coffin. Call the police!" Zhao Chen's mouth showed a sarcasm, and he turned his gaze to the bearded store manager. The bearded store manager immediately understood and turned around again to go back to call the police.

"Slowly, I'll just hand it over! Look, this one is it!"

Zhao Ping was so scared that his hands were trembling, and he quickly shouted at the bearded manager who pretended to be back. After seeing the bearded manager stop, he felt relieved and took out the check belonging to Zhao Chen from his pocket in a hurry. He originally wanted to fool him, but after all, this was 20,000 Hong Kong dollars, which was not a small amount of money for him.

"What else?" Zhao Chen took the check and said again as Zhao Ping said, "This is the punishment he intends to give Zhao Ping. Since you don't let you get imprisoned, you will have to get some blood."

"What, this one is it!" Zhao Ping felt inexplicable and thought that Zhao Chen had lost other things, but he only had these at that time.

"Check! There's one more!"

"Check! It's obviously just this one, how could it be there?" Zhao Ping began to notice something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it in a short time.

"Shopkeeper, call the police!" Zhao Chen, regardless of whether Zhao Ping had figured it out or not, shouted to the bearded store manager next to him.

This sound was so scared that Zhao Ping was so scared that he let out a cold sweat. Before the bearded store manager turned around, he subconsciously shouted and waited. It was at this moment that he suddenly understood Zhao Chen's thoughts. This was simply a nude blackmail, and he had no choice.

"Oh, I remembered that there is such a check!" Zhao Ping wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took out a check from his pocket of his shirt and handed it to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen just supervised and found that this was just a secret check of 1,000 Hong Kong dollars. If Zhao Ping only paid such a small price, he would naturally not agree. What he wanted was to let Zhao Ping know the price of offending him so that he would not think about him again next time.

If the manuscripts of novelists and cartoonists are lost, it may be fine if they are not well-known, but the higher the popularity, the more serious the consequences. As long as you invest in the media anonymous way, at least the sales will be significantly reduced. Even in previous lives, such things often happened, with the purpose of being revenge or for money.

"Not this one! It seems that you are quite dishonest, so don't blame us for being rude, call the police!"

Zhao Chen used his "trump card" again, and the bearded store manager cooperated quite well. He turned around again and pretended to run back to call the police.

Once this scene occurs, even if Zhao Ping is cunning, he will be helpless. Now he has all the evidence and evidence. As long as he calls the police, he will not be able to escape the prison. As a last resort, Zhao Ping had to call the manager of the beard again.

"You guys wait here first, I remember that check is still in the room."

"Hurry up, we don't have time to feed mosquitoes with you!"

"I know, very soon!" Zhao Ping turned around and limped back home.
Chapter completed!