After Song Wenjing left, Zhou Yiping immediately reported the matter to the leader of the detachment.
Since it is involved in gangs, it falls under the jurisdiction of their unit.
The next day, Zhou Yiping and his colleagues took Wang Yang, who was beaten that day, to the Criminal Investigation Detachment and learned about the relevant situation. After obtaining Wang Yang's confession, relevant arrangements were made immediately.
At ten o'clock that night, the criminal investigation detachment quietly entered the lower village, and first controlled the escaping Ermao, and then directly surrounded their gambling den.
Five days later, the front page of Shuzhou Daily published an article: Get rid of gambling dens and root out gangsters. Subtitle: Through investigation, our city's criminal investigation detachment discovered a gambling den this week, in which many gangsters were arrested.
Caught on the spot.
Looking at the newspaper reports and the close-ups of photos interspersed in them, it was exactly the scene when the leader Brother Dao was captured, Song Wenjing finally showed a knowing smile.
If you are identified as a gang leader, open a casino, and make loan sharks, you will be sentenced to at least ten years in prison, if not life imprisonment.
Half of the revenge of the past and present life has finally been avenged. The remaining half will be found again in the future.
However, the two are not the same. One is a gangster, and the other has a profound background, which is not so easy to solve. You can only wait for the opportunity and try your best to hit it with one hit.
"Today is a good day, a good day..."
Song Wenjing pulled the trolley, humming a song from an unknown time, and walked on the road in a happy mood.
It was school time at this time, and people were coming and going on the road. Song Wenjing carefully pulled the cart to avoid collision with people.
He crossed the road and planned to go to the residential building not far away to collect the trash.
Suddenly, a bicycle riding very fast in the opposite direction crossed him. Other bicycles gave way and at the same time cursed this man for his wickedness.
Among them, a bicycle couldn't avoid it in time. As soon as it turned, it was hit directly on the left side of the front wheel. The woman riding it had no time to react and was knocked to the ground.
At this time, the man who caused the accident was stunned for a moment when he saw the person he had knocked down. But after he reacted, he immediately picked up his bicycle and ran away quickly.
There were many people around, but no one took the initiative to stop the man. Although they were all cursing, no one took any actual action.
At this time, Song Wenjing was about seven or eight meters away from them and saw everything that happened. But he had no time to react and could only watch the bicycle run away quickly.
"Are you okay, miss?"
A passing aunt couldn't bear it and asked about the woman's condition.
Song Wenjing didn't want to meddle in other people's business and was about to continue crossing the street. But just as he glanced away, he realized that the woman who fell to the ground turned out to be an acquaintance.
The woman struggled to stand up, but as soon as she stood up, she let out an "ouch" and fell to the ground again.
The aunt quickly and kindly helped her, but after all, the weight of an adult woman was beyond the ability of an old lady like him to hold her, and he was almost brought down by the woman.
Another woman nearby who was sending her children to school quickly came over to help, and then helped the woman up from the ground.
"Girl, what's wrong with you?" The aunt asked again with concern.
"My waist seems to be twisted, and it hurts badly when I exert force." The woman cried, feeling a little frustrated.
"Can you still leave? Where do you live and do you need my help?"
The aunt was very enthusiastic. When she saw that the woman couldn't move, she wanted to help. But as an old lady, she couldn't help the woman. What's more, the front wheel of the woman's bicycle had been knocked crooked, making it impossible to ride.
When the people who stopped around saw such a scene, a few wanted to help, but the problem was that at this time, almost all of them were working people, and it was inconvenient for no one to not go to work but to send a strange woman home.
It's not that everyone seems indifferent, but the woman is not seriously injured, her waist is just twisted. If there is really a big problem, someone will definitely come forward. People in this era are still very simple.
Only the aunt doesn't have to go to work and has free time. But at her age, she can't help at all.
"Auntie, please do your work. I'll try it myself." The woman stood up straight with difficulty, one hand on her waist. But her painful expression still betrayed her.
The aunt was helpless and left on her own.
The woman struggled to hold her waist with one hand and lift the bicycle that had fallen to the ground with the other. However, the front wheel of the bicycle had been knocked crooked and it was impossible to ride normally. Even when she tried to push it, it was stuck and there was no way to continue.
Push away.
Just when the woman was about to throw away the bicycle, a hand stretched out from behind and grabbed the bicycle.
"Manager Feng, I didn't expect to meet you here. Do you need help?"
The person who came was none other than Song Wenjing. Originally, he had planned not to meddle in the woman's affairs if she could leave. But in this situation, he decided to help her anyway.
"Is that you? Your name is Song..." The woman obviously couldn't remember Song Wenjing's name.
"Song Wenjing, I went to your restaurant for dinner a few days ago." Song Wenjing introduced again.
He wasn't angry because the other party couldn't remember him. This was human nature. There were so many people coming and going in a restaurant every day. If she could remember her name, she would be considered a miracle person.
What's more, Song Wenjing didn't think he was anything special.
"I'm sorry, I didn't remember it at the time. But I still have a certain impression that you are quite knowledgeable about calligraphy and painting. By the way, why are you here? Go to work?" The woman changed the topic.
Song Wenjing shrugged and pointed to the cart next to him, "I collect the rags, so I go to work."
The woman was obviously shocked. She never expected that Song Wenjing was a rag collector. And it was quite strange that a rag collector knew Zhang Daqian's "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond".
However, this was not the time to understand this. Her waist was indeed twisted and it was very painful.
"Manager Feng, I suggest you go to the hospital for a checkup. The back injury can be major or minor. If there is any problem, it can be treated in time. Otherwise, tell me your address and I will go over and inform your family for you.
Coming to pick you up?"
Seeing the other party's painful expression, Song Wenjing put forward his own opinion.
After hearing Song Wenjing's suggestion, the woman hesitated for a moment, but finally shook her head, "My parents are old and can't help here. I'll go to the hospital by myself. Can you help go to our hotel and find someone to help with the bicycle?"
I'll carry it back."
"How can you go to the hospital when you're like this? If you don't mind, I'll take you there on a cart. You can also put the bicycle on the cart first." Song Wenjing put forward his own opinion.
The woman was a little hesitant, mainly because she was not very familiar with this young man and only met him once.
But the current reality is like this. Either wait here and ask him to help find someone in the store. But the hotel is still some distance away, and my waist really hurts, which is a bit unbearable.
Or just follow Song Wenjing's advice and go to the hospital first.
In the end, the woman sat on the trolley, and Song Wenjing also moved the other person's bicycle onto it and pulled it to a nearby hospital.
"Manager Feng, you are sending your children to school so early!"
The trolley pulled us to the hospital, which was still some distance away. Song Wenjing was bored, so he asked casually.
"Xiao Song, don't call me Manager Feng. My name is Feng Wanqing. You can call me Sister Feng or Sister Wanqing." The woman responded, "My son is 5 years old and goes to kindergarten. I send him there every morning.
, his grandpa will help pick it up in the evening. I don’t have time in the afternoon and have to go to the store.”
"Oh, then our eldest brother is quite busy." Song Wenjing said unconsciously.
After a moment of silence, Feng Wanqing whispered: "My husband passed away due to illness the year before last."
"Ah?" Song Wenjing's mouth opened wide with a stunned expression, "Sister Wan Qing, I'm sorry, I don't know the situation. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Song Wenjing really did not expect such a situation. He was originally very curious about this woman opening a restaurant. In this era, there are really not many women doing business.
Originally, Song Wenjing thought that the other party had a prominent family, otherwise it would be impossible to open a restaurant. But the only strange thing was why it wasn't her man or someone else who came to open the restaurant. Only now did she know that the other party's husband had passed away.