"It's just that I didn't expect that this smart person would be you," Fan Xinghai said, opening the car door: "Since we have met, let's come in and chat."
Ling Cang got into the car grandly and asked Fan Xinghai for a cigarette: "I am Hong Xue's boyfriend. I heard that the Hong Ming Gang was in internal strife tonight, so I was very concerned and came to see the excitement."
"I didn't ask why you showed up here, because I was sure you would say that," Fan Xinghai said calmly after taking a puff of cigarette, "You have said similar things more than once."
Ling Cang chuckled: "That means I'm hiding something."
"I don't care what happens to you, because I already know that you will not be a harm to society." Taking another puff of cigarette, Fan Xinghai continued: "I want to talk to you about the Hong Ming Gang now. To be honest , I really admire them, they always come out to cause trouble from time to time, first they were involved in pornography and drug trafficking to compete with others for territory, and now they are starting to fight internally,"
"The past events have come to an end. We can move on and just talk about the present..." After extinguishing his cigarette butt, Fan Xinghai's voice suddenly became stern: "The conflicts within the Hongming Gang have occurred one after another, which has greatly affected the stability and unity of our city. It caused serious damage to the environment, and it was just after the anti-gang operation. He was deliberately going against the people and the government, which had an extremely bad impact." Fan Xinghai used a CCTV-style tone to put the whole matter on the line. At the height of politics, political problems have always been serious problems. If the Hong Ming Gang really commits such a problem, it will not be far from being unlucky: "A very special case has happened recently, and I am very busy. , now we have to make time and energy for them. If Hong Xue continues to act like this, he will bring serious consequences to himself,"
Although understood from other aspects, Fan Xinghai's words seemed too exaggerated, but this method has been tried and tested in this country, so Ling Cang did not dare to take it seriously: "First of all, I am just Hong Xue's boyfriend, and I am not qualified to care too much. "Secondly, although Hong Xue is the boss of the Hong Ming Gang, the Hong Ming Gang is not an army. Like all other gangs, it is loosely organized and lacks sufficient binding force, so Hong Xue cannot control all aspects."
"You mean that Hong Xue does not bear any responsibility for the current matter,"
"It's not right to say that there is no responsibility at all, but it is indeed not Hong Xue's original intention."
"I don't care what her original intention is. After all, she has the final say on the Hong Ming Gang, so I can only speak to her," Fan Xinghai told Ling Cang with an almost unreasonable attitude: "Let Hong Xue Settle the current matter immediately, otherwise I will take down the Hong Ming Gang,"
"If you do this, the impact will be too large, and it is not appropriate." Ling Cang flicked the cigarette butt out of the car, and then said: "It's better to deal with whoever makes trouble,"
"You asked me to arrest Zhang Keba and Shen Zizi,"
"I'm not asking you to arrest anyone, but you are performing your official duties and do whatever you have to do,"
Fan Xinghai originally thought that Ling Cang would come up with a solution, but he never expected to hear such words. He carefully observed Ling Cang's expression and felt a little unclear: "What do you mean, can you explain it clearly? come out,"
"Then let me start from the beginning..." Ling Cang smiled slightly and slowly analyzed: "I know you don't want to see Yang Ze. If Yang Ze commits something, you will definitely arrest him as soon as possible, but this Once, Yang Ze was the victim, and the responsibility lay with Zhang Keba and Shen Zizi. As a person who is accustomed to distinguishing priorities, you must temporarily let Yang Ze go to deal with those two people, but they disappeared. You never find it,"
"You know where they are,"
"I don't know, I just heard about it." After a pause, Ling Cang added: "I believe you should be aware that the disappearance of these two people is too strange, and what happened this time is too strange. Sudden,"
"That's right,"
"I am saying this to remind you that there is a mystery behind this matter. As for what kind of mystery it is, even Hong Xue is kept in the dark." He put away his smile and Ling Cang told Yang Ze seriously: " No matter who is arrested, it will ultimately treat the symptoms rather than the root cause, and finding out the key is the fundamental solution."
Fan Xinghai thought Ling Cang's analysis was very reasonable and immediately asked: "What do you think we should do now?"
"Use all your strength to suppress the conflict between the two sides and find Zhang Keba and Shen Zizi at the same time,"
Wang Hongwei called in the morning and reported to Hong Xue: "Yang Ze and Zhang Keba's people really fought last night. Lei Zi rushed over quickly and arrested more than 80 people. Most of them have been bailed out. There are also a few people with serious cases who are still locked up inside,"
"I know," Hong Xue asked angrily, "Have you found Zhang Keba?"
"not yet,"
"Find it for me with all your strength," Hong Xue hung up the phone. She felt very upset and simply went to class to divert her attention.
But she was still pretentious about the immediate matters and couldn't listen to what the teacher was saying. Ling Cang didn't come today and she felt bored being alone in school, so she ran away before school was over and planned to go to the east wall for dinner.
"I've been having bad luck lately, should I find someone to figure it out..." Hong Xue was thinking when he found a table in a corner not far away, with a fat monk sitting behind it, closing his eyes and concentrating.
There is a Buddha statue on the table, and there is a banner hanging on it, which says something like "Zhouyi Shushu, touch the bones to read the physiognomy".
Hong Xue was a little curious and walked over. The monk noticed someone coming and slowly opened his eyes. Before Hong Xue could speak, he asked: "I am a famous Buddhist master in China. I don't believe it. I wonder if the donor has heard of it." ,"
"You're talking to me," Hong Xue looked around. There was no one else but herself, and then she shook her head honestly: "I've never heard of it."
"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. Let me introduce myself..." After a pause, he slowly said in disbelief: "The poor monk became a monk at Duolin Temple in Qingcheng Mountain since he was a child. He has worshiped the Buddha's relics for many years, during which he studied the entire "Taisho Tibetan". Moreover, the poor monk read a lot of books, especially loved traditional culture, and was quite accomplished in Chinese medicine and metaphysics. Later, the poor monk went to the Chinese Institute of Yi Studies, the Asia-Pacific Institute of Numerology, and the Global Metaphysics Federation for many years, and now he has achieved some success. …”
If you don’t believe that these institutions are not as reliable as the National Dental Prevention Group back then, Hong Xue has never heard of any of them and impatiently interrupted: “What does this have to do with me?”
"The poor monk just opened his eyes and saw you walking this way, which means you and I are destined,"
Hong Xue took a look at it and didn't believe it. She felt that this monk had a fat head and big ears, as if he was fed by big fish and meat. He was wearing a cassock or something else. It was loose and unfit, and the workmanship was rough. Threads came from the seams of the clothes. Drilling it out, there are still some rough edges hanging down at the hem, but the color is bright and golden, very similar to the fabric padding in high-end gift boxes such as bird's nests and ginseng. The whole person looks like a piece of hardcover gift pork, an image that Hong Xue finds unbelievable. It's a bit blasphemous to the Buddha, and the fat face seems a bit familiar: "Have we met before?"
"I've never seen it. If the donor thinks he's kind, it means we're destined to be together." After a pause, he added in disbelief: "Let me make a wild guess. The donor must have encountered something difficult recently, and I don't know how to solve it. "
"That's right," this sentence was indeed correct, which made Hong Xue feel that this monk had some moral principles.
In fact, this can only show that Bu Xie is good at observing words and expressions, because Hong Xue always looks sad.
"Donor, please sit down quickly and let me give you some advice." Bu Xin hurriedly pointed to the stool in front of the table and told Hong Xue, "However, I hope you won't move around casually and obey the request of me in everything."
"OK,"
"In order to show respect for the Buddha, please put your hands together and say 'Amitabha', and the poor monks will apply the Buddha's Dharma to bless you and your family with health, safety, and good fortune..." If you don't believe it, I would have said "the house is full of descendants", but after seeing the flood Xue was young and swallowed her words back.
Hong Xue had nothing to do, so he simply followed the instructions, but his gestures were stiff, his tongue didn't seem to be able to bend, and he couldn't pronounce the Buddha's name clearly.
"Donor, we are destined to meet each other. It is indeed the fate of this life." Bu Xin spoke again, and then recited a lot of words like a multiplication mantra. The general meaning was to emphasize the fate between the two. What else could Brother Xin Chun get eternal life? Believe it or not, you will be safe. Anyway, Hong Xue didn't remember a sentence. Next, if you don't believe it, he took out a bottle and told Hong Xue: "This is a precious item that the poor monk has been wearing on his body, a relic. The donor came here by fate. It is a gift from his previous life." The blessing you have gained through cultivation, now let the poor monk pray for you in front of the relics,"
Many underworld figures have religious beliefs, but the degree is different. Although Hong Xue didn't believe it, he didn't reject it, so he responded: "Okay,"
"Please put your hands together, close your eyes, and get rid of distracting thoughts," Bu Believe said, and began to chant sutras. Then he once again talked about the blessings in the past life and the karma in the future. Hong Xue was a little frightened and felt that the Buddha was very touched. After saying this, he asked in disbelief, "May I ask who the donor is?"
"My hometown is Sichuan, now I am in Minghai,"
"Oh," he nodded in disbelief, "I'll let you have a look at your face, poor monk."
Hong Xue didn't understand why Unbelief asked about his ancestral home, and what connection his ancestral home had with his facial features. However, he didn't raise any objection. He sat there and let Unbelief look at it. For a moment, Hong Xue felt that the monk's six senses were impure and he was a little lustful. His eyes kept digging into his collar,