Chapter 143 Song Style Persuasion, Baga Ya Road (Please vote for me! Please subscribe)
Author: bamboo leaf cake
Chapter 143 Song Style Persuasion, Baga Ya Road (Please vote for me! Please subscribe)
"You...what are you going to do? Don't mess around! Our President Chen is very familiar with you, the Prosecutor General!"
After watching Song Jiehui hang up the phone, Liu Zhixiong had an uneasy feeling in his heart, and threatened the other party with a gloomy expression in an attempt to make him take action.
"I don't act haphazardly, I come prepared."
Song Jiehui picked up the water glass and took a sip to moisten his mouth.
At this moment, five or six social youths swarmed in with sticks in hand, filling the already narrow dining room to the brim. Liu Zhixiong's wife was so frightened that she quickly left the dining table and hid in a corner with her children.
"Who are you? Get out! Get out all of you! This is my home!" Liu Zhixiong's face changed drastically when he saw this scene, and he immediately scolded and stepped forward to drive them away.
"Fuck you!" The yellow-haired young man at the head was not used to Liu Zhixiong. He cursed and kicked him to the ground, and waved his hand: "Smash him!"
The younger brothers behind Huang Mao immediately scattered like ghosts entering the village, waving sticks and smashing them in all directions.
"Bang!" "Clang!" "Crash!"
TVs, mirrors, cupboards and other household appliances and furniture were damaged one after another, with broken glass and sawdust flying everywhere.
"Wow! Woohoo! Wow!"
The two children were so frightened that they cried loudly.
"Stop! Stop it quickly! You damn bastards!" Liu Zhixiong got up from the ground with eyes wide open and tried to stop him, but was kicked down again.
Huang Mao directly raised one foot and stamped it on the ground, unable to move, and shouted: "Smash! Smash them all!"
All of a sudden, the room was filled with the sounds of smashing, children's cries, Liu Zhixiong and his wife begging for mercy and yelling, but Song Jiehui was indifferent and instead took out a pen and paper to write something in silence.
In the entire chaotic environment, only the seat where he sat was undisturbed, forming a sharp contrast.
One room, but like two worlds.
By the time he finished writing, the living room was already a mess, with soup, water, and various debris scattered all over the floor.
"Okay." Song Jiehui said lightly.
Huang Mao and the others stopped panting and wiped the sweat from their faces, obviously they were exhausted just now.
Song Jiehui pointed at Liu Zhixiong and raised his fingers.
"Come with me!" Upon seeing this, Huang Mao grabbed Liu Zhixiong's collar and lifted him up, dragging him like a dog to Song Jiehui and dropped him.
"Sign." Song Jiehui tapped his fingers on the things written on the table and threatened softly: "Otherwise, instead of smashing things, we will smash people."
"No! No!" Liu Zhixiong begged in panic. He lowered his head to look at the paper on the table. His face suddenly changed and he shouted: "I won't sign! I won't sign!"
It was an IOU, which stated that because his home was vandalized, in order to replace the furniture, he borrowed 50 million won from Song Jiehui and had to pay it back within three months, otherwise he would have to mortgage the house to the other party.
50 million won is almost the annual salary of an ordinary prosecutor, but to ordinary people it is no less than a huge amount of money, the kind that can crush people.
At this time, the per capita annual income in South Korea was about 15 million won, which was the average of the poor and the rich combined. The income of ordinary people was far below the average.
"Believe it or not, if you don't sign, I will burn your house down?" Song Jiehui grabbed his hair and pulled him in front of him, with a sinister smile on his fat face, but his tone was still very calm.
This contrast made Huang Mao and others shudder.
Liu Zhixiong was completely frightened and cried: "Jin Xiulian was beaten to death. I saw it with my own eyes. I am willing to testify. I am willing to testify. Please let me go, Mr. Prosecutor. I know I was wrong. It was all Chairman Chen."
It forces me, and I don’t want to, wuwuwu..."
"President Chen forced you? Not necessarily, I think you were very grateful to him just now." Song Jiehui showed a mocking look and patted his face: "I have never been very trustworthy, so I like to use my own
Duren, what if you agree and then go back on your word and tell Chairman Chen as soon as I leave?"
"So for your own good, I'd better sign it."
"If you dare to go back on your word, just wait for me to take away your house and turn it into a public toilet. As long as you cooperate, I will tear up the IOU when the case is over. Don't worry, I have always been very trustworthy and I don't need your money.
"
Listening to Song Jiehui's inconsistent words, the corners of Huang Mao and others' mouths twitched. Do you mean to be trustworthy?
Liu Zhixiong just shook his head and said nothing, crying until tears flowed down his face, thinking that this would make Song Jiehui soften his heart.
But he thought too much.
"Set the house on fire for him and arrange for someone to confess." After saying this, Song Jiehui stood up and left.
Liu Zhixiong saw that it was useless to be miserable, so he quickly hugged his leg: "I sign, I sign, oh oh, I sign!"
He had no doubt that Song Jiehui could do what he said.
"Then sign it." Song Jiehui smiled, and with his fat figure, he looked like a Maitreya Buddha.
Liu Zhixiong tremblingly picked up the pen and signed his name on the IOU, and then fell to the ground, hugging his head and crying as if all his strength had been drained.
Song Jiehui put away the IOU and clicked his tongue.
Sure enough, in the end, you still have to use your own methods to quickly and effectively arouse Liu Zhixiong's conscience.
Now, look, he has now agreed to cooperate with him in seeking justice for Jin Xiulian, and he has deeply realized his past mistakes and cried bitterly because he blamed himself.
When it comes to persuading people to do good, you have to be the one!
Huang Mao said cautiously: "Song Jian, if there is nothing else, should we leave first?"
This fat man looks harmless to humans and animals, but in fact he is worse than them, so he must be held respectfully.
"Thank you to President Liu for me, and I'll treat him to dinner another day." Song Jiehui waved his hand with a smile.
These were the people he asked Fatty Liu for. After all, Xu Jingxian said that if he needed help, he should go to Fatty Liu.
"Okay, I will definitely bring this to you."
Huang Mao bowed again and left with his younger brothers.
Song Jiehui knocked on the table, took another sip of water, looked at Liu Zhixiong and said: "You said you saw Jin Xiulian being beaten with your own eyes. Please tell me the process in detail, who were the names of those who participated in the beating, and where do they live?"
"Yes, yes." Liu Zhixiong was now afraid of Song Jiehui to the core and did not dare to hide it. Moreover, he had already fallen into the trap and wanted to drag others into the trap.
Wiping her tears, she said truthfully: "On the morning of July 10th, Jin Xiulian led us to hold a banner and sit down at the factory gate for a strike. When Chairman Chen came and saw this scene, he immediately asked the security guards to beat Jin Xiulian..."
"There were five security guards involved in the beating, and the one who beat him the hardest was the security team captain. He hit Jin Xiulian on the head with a stick, and Jin Xiulian's head was bruised and bloody..."
"Aren't the security guards owed wages?" Song Jiehui interrupted Liu Zhixiong and asked a curious question.
Liu Zhixiong pursed his lips and shook his head: "No."
President Chen is obviously measured and knows how to win over some groups, use employees to suppress employees, and provoke internal conflicts among employees to reduce his own pressure.
"There are so many of you, and you just watch the security guards beating Jin Xiulian?" Song Jiehui asked again.
Liu Zhixiong lowered his head and did not answer, but directly skipped the topic: "Later, Chairman Chen promised to pay us wages and bonuses, but we had to prove for him that Jin Xiulian was not beaten by him, but that she had her own injuries and wanted to blackmail her.
He and everyone agreed."
After all, the ones who died were not their relatives. Their original goal was to get their wages back, but now they can get extra bonuses, so why not?
If it were Xu Haoyu, he would have been unable to control his temper after hearing this, but Song Jiehui was not unmoved.
"Wait for my news. Don't let anyone know what happened today, otherwise I will destroy your family."
Song Jiehui said lightly, then stood up and walked out with the transcript he had just written.
When he passed by the two children, he saw the older one staring at him with gritted teeth.
Teenagers can already hold grudges.
Song Jiehui stopped immediately, squatted down and pinched the child's face, smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone: "What, you hate me, do you? Then study hard and strive to become a prosecutor in the future."
He is so gentle, I cried to death (﹏).
After saying this, Song Jiehui stood up and walked out.
"I will definitely become a prosecutor!" Liu Zhixiong's eldest son shouted at Song Jiehui's back.
Song Jiehui smiled without looking back when he heard this.
Stupid kid thinks he can get revenge by becoming a prosecutor?
Ha, naive!
After you become a prosecutor, you will have to put on a smile and grovel to please me, because by then my rank will definitely be higher than that of you, a newcomer who has just entered the profession.
Maybe I will have to give you little shoes to wear every day.
………………
Two days later, September 9th.
Looking at the date on the calendar, Xu Jingxian thought of a poem by Wang Wei that he had learned in primary school in his previous life.
It seems to be called Shandong Brothers on September 9th?
"Oppa, what are you looking at?" Sun Yanzhen, who was naked, hugged him from behind and asked softly.
Xu Jingxian finally came to her place to sleep last night.
Because it had been a long time, Sun Yanzhen, who had communicated all night last night, was still not satisfied: "Oppa, please come again."
Xu Jingxian turned around and faced her.
At this moment, this pure and beautiful girl in the eyes of countless stickmen had a springy brow, charming eyes, red lips and white teeth, biting a white finger, inviting him to play poker.
Let those sticks see it and be heartbroken?
Fortunately, Section Chief Xu is kind.
Won't let them see it.
"Yan Zhen, you must rely on yourself." Xu Jingxian educated her earnestly, then went to bed and sat down to wait for (__) [idiom fill in the blank].
After the morning exercise, the two parted ways. Xu Jingxian went to work in the lobby, while Sun Yanzhen had to shoot a commercial today.
As soon as he arrived in the lobby, he was called over by the deputy chief.
"Secretary-in-Chief, please come to me." Xu Jingxian walked into the office after receiving the agreement and bowed to Jin Yongjian.
Jin Yongjian asked: "Is there any progress on the eastern suburbs shooting case? I haven't seen you report it for a long time."
"We already have a clue. We have just identified the murderer, but there is no evidence. We are going to arrest him first tonight..." Xu Jingxian told the story of the trap he had laid against Jiro Hashimoto.
Jin Yongjian did not expect Xu Jingxian to identify the murderer so quickly. Park Yongcheng valued him for a reason: "Very good, just follow your plan."
"Yes, deputy chief!" Xu Jingxian bowed again.
At 12 o'clock in the evening, it was already dark. The urban area of Seoul was still bustling, but the suburbs were exceptionally quiet.
The eastern suburbs where there was a shootout a few days ago.
There were four or five cars parked in the wilderness, and about twenty people were leaning on the cars to smoke. Sparks were flickering everywhere like stars in the dark night.
They are all people who Hashimoto will arrange to deliver the goods.
The first batch of goods was not large, only 300 kilograms. According to Zhou Chengnan, it was just to see the sincerity of the Hashimoto Association. There was no problem with this transaction, and he would purchase large quantities later.
But the real reason is that Zhou Chengnan is afraid that if he asks for too much, Hashimoto Jiro will bring more people to the transaction because he is wary of him being a gangster, which will not be conducive to the police's arrest.
Hashimoto Jiro looked up at the moon in the sky, and slowly stretched out a hand as if to hold it.
A carefree smile appeared on his face.
As long as tonight's deal is successful, the cooperation between the Hashimoto Association and the Renhe Association will be renewed, and the interests of South Korea will be enough to stop those old guys.
His position as the young master of the Hashimoto Club was now firmly established.
After a few years of solid foundation, he persuaded his father to retire early and leave the pressure to himself.
And he will lead the Hashimoto Club to defeat traditional gangs such as the Yamaguchi-gumi and Inagawa Club, and dominate the entire Japanese gang!
"President, they are here."
A motorcade drove up the dirt road, and everyone in the Hashimoto Association put out their cigarette butts and became alert.
"President, there are quite a lot of people here." Looking at the long snake-like convoy with the headlights on in the dark night, a subordinate frowned and reminded.
Hashimoto Jiro didn't panic at all, he chuckled and said: "Relax, everyone. The total tonight is only 300 kilograms, which is nothing to the Hashimoto Association and the Jinhe Association. They won't want to take advantage of others.
."
"We just used the pretext of trading to kill the president of the Hanjiang Association here a few days ago, so it's normal for Zhou Chengnan to be wary. Don't be too nervous. Put your guns away to avoid misunderstandings later."
Hearing Jiro Hashimoto's words, the others also breathed a sigh of relief and moved their hands on the guns.
More than ten cars stopped opposite Hashimoto Jiro.
After the car doors opened one after another, fifty or sixty people crowded out, giving people a strong sense of oppression in the dark night.
"Mr. Hashimoto!" Zhou Chengnan opened his hands and walked towards Jiro Hashimoto: "We meet again."
"Haha, President Zhou!" Jiro Hashimoto showed a bright smile, opened his hands and stepped forward to hug him.
The two hugged each other tightly.
After they separated, Zhou Chengnan held his shoulders enthusiastically and said, "I'll introduce you to a new friend."
"Oh?" Hashimoto Jiro suddenly became interested and said curiously: "I wonder who President Zhou can introduce to me on an occasion like tonight."
"Keep it mysterious. I'll know it when I meet you. You will definitely be surprised." Zhou Chengnan said with a smile.
Hashimoto Jiro said: "I can't wait to hear what you said, President Zhou."
Who is it?
From what Zhou Chengnan said, it seemed like she knew him.
Zhou Chengnan carried him to a Mercedes-Benz.
Jiro Hashimoto stared at the rear window curiously, and could only vaguely see a figure through the glass.
The electric window slowly slid down.
The profile of a young man's fair and handsome face was revealed.
The young man was wearing a white shirt and a black suit, with his legs crossed, his leather shoes shiny, and a cigar in his mouth.
Just looking at Jiro Hashimoto’s profile, I feel a little familiar.
But for a while I couldn't remember where I had seen it.
When the young man slowly turned his head to face him, Hashimoto Jiro's eyes widened, his breathing stopped, and he looked at him with disbelief.
"Mr. Hashimoto, it's nice to meet you. Let me introduce you to you. My name is Xu Jingxian, and I am the Xu Jingxian that you don't take seriously." Xu Jingxian said with a smile.
Hashimoto Jiro's head was buzzing.
Xu Jingxian! Why is Xu Jingxian here!
Then he suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Chengnan.
"Mr. Hashimoto, you are right, I betrayed you." Zhou Chengnan said with a smile.
Hashimoto Jiro's eyes were so red that his eyes were splitting with rage, and his intense anger caused him to shout out his native language: "Bagaya road!"
He was actually fooled by a reckless man!
"Pah!" Zhou Chengnan raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "Ah Xi! How dare you scold me?"
"Baga! Minister!" The members of the Hashimoto Association watched this scene from a distance and immediately took out their weapons.
Zhou Chengnan's men and Jiang Zhendong and other policemen disguised as his men also took out their guns and relied on their numbers to surround the Hashimoto Association members: "All of you, put down your guns!"
This kind of cooperation between police and criminals brings family together.
Faced with twice as many people as themselves, everyone in the Hashimoto Association looked at each other in shock, not wanting to fight or surrender.
"Tell them to put down their weapons and surrender." Xu Jingxian glanced at Jiro Hashimoto who was gritting his teeth outside the car window.
Hashimoto Jiro snorted and turned his head.
Xu Jingxian directly and decisively ordered: "Shoot."
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
The sound of gunshots suddenly sounded like firecrackers.
The little Japanese who were hesitating between surrendering and not surrendering were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties.
"Bang bang bang!"
And because Jiro Hashimoto was in the hands of the police, they were afraid of accidental injury, and their counterattacks were extremely limited. They could only hide behind the car in embarrassment and fire a few shots sporadically from time to time.
"Baga! Stop! Make them stop!" Hashimoto Jiro was furious when he saw this scene, and shouted heartbreakingly: "You are massacre! Massacre!"
"Then let them surrender, otherwise they will all die." Xu Jingxian said it as the colonel.
Hashimoto Jiro gritted his teeth and stared at him, then turned around and shouted loudly in Japanese: "Put down your weapons and surrender!"
After hearing this, a dozen people from the Hashimoto Association who were still able to resist immediately threw their guns out and carefully walked out from behind the car with their hands raised.
The police officers swarmed in and handcuffed them.
Hashimoto Jiro was also handcuffed.
"Do you remember this?" Zhou Chengnan took out an exquisite wine glass from his pocket, looked at Jiro Hashimoto and said, "I brought it to you specially, eat it."
Hashimoto Jiro's face turned red as he recalled the scene two days ago when he pointed at the wine glass and said that if Xu Jingxian could catch him, he would eat it.
How arrogant Feiyang looked at that time.
So how embarrassed and humiliated he feels now.
"Baga! I want to have a duel between samurai with you! If you feel like it, accept it!" Hashimoto Jiro, who was furious, shouted at Xu Jingxian with a ferocious face.
Xu Jingxian opened his mouth and spit out the cigar into his face, and at the same time said two words lightly: "Silly beep."
The glass window slowly rose and closed, isolating Hashimoto Jiro's distorted face from the outside.