Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

People from the Provincial Public Security Department were preparing to come to Xi County, while Yang Rui sent Shi Gui to Pingjiang to ask Zhang Boming at Hedong University and the Provincial Government Middle School.

The so-called knowing yourself and knowing the enemy will never end in a hundred battles. Zhang Boming has no one under his command, so he can only come to Xi County to inquire about the news, but he got stuck. Yang Rui learned his lesson and asked Shi Gui to help inquire.

Relying on Yang Rui, Shi Gui earned thousands of yuan in a short period of time. Even if he let him run away to learn the news, even if the business was delayed, he would not have any complaints. On the other hand, Shi Gui, who has been selling pirated books, also knows how to respond to inquiries, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and set up two stalls at Hedong University and Provincial Government Middle School, which can be regarded as hiding his identity.

After the phone call, Yang Rui turned around and went back to the credit union, where he went directly to Zhang Boming for questioning.

Zhang Boming was imprisoned for half a day. He was so angry that he was even more frightened. He kept asking Yang Rui, "What is the note you stuffed in my notebook?"

Yang Rui smiled and asked, "What are you worried about?"

"In that notebook, I have always only written poetry and nothing else. Many people know it. Don't try to frame me."

"How do you know I framed you?"

"Don't frame me, what are you doing with a note." Zhang Boming heheed twice, expressing his disbelief, and said, "I know what you think."

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Rui didn't understand interrogation skills, and he didn't pursue that. He just kept in mind that he didn't leak any information, and he counted as much information as he got.

Zhang Boming was at a disadvantage, he didn't care about thinking so much, but wanted to deceive Yang Rui: "You stuffed inappropriate poems in my notebook, I tell you, your set is not enough for a long time, check it People are not stupid, they don’t say that the handwriting is the same or different, they just talk about poetry, if you don’t make up a poem, you can say it was written by me, poetry also has a poetic style, you can’t learn Zhang Boming’s poetic style.”

"It's quite arrogant." Yang Rui commented with a smile.

"It's not arrogance, it's self-confidence. Ask in Pingjiang whether you can write my poems by Zhang Boming." Zhang Boming was so depressed that he couldn't help but add another sentence: "Don't look at you, Yang Rui. First in the pre-examination, I guess you don’t know anything except the exam, and you will learn and learn, just like a machine..."

He put the accent on the word pre-examination.

Yang Rui said indifferently: "You mean high scores and low abilities."

"It's good that you know it yourself." Zhang Boming felt that he could hit Yang Rui, and said, "Don't look at how well you are doing in the exam now, it depends on your qualifications. When I took the college entrance examination, I didn't even have time to review. Wait When you get to college, you’ll understand that now that you have high grades, it’s useless.”

Yang Rui doesn't care if people say that he has high scores and low abilities. To be scolded like this, you must first have high scores. It's like being scolded "it's great to be rich". Another way of thinking, it can be regarded as an achievement.

Yang Rui continued: "So, you think you are quite capable. What are you good at? You can't just understand poetry."

Zhang Boming refused to admit defeat, and said in a disdainful tone: "Play the piano, play the erhu, play the harmonica, paint oil paintings, dance the national standard..."

His mother who is a diplomat has a wide range of interests, and cultivated Zhang Boming's basic music and painting skills. Children who are not as good as those who have been trained since childhood, in the Chinese campus in the 1980s, they also existed like a school of their own.

Turning his head around, Yang Rui could guess how Zhang Boming, who can play the piano, dance and paint, would be treated in school. He couldn't help laughing and said, "To learn oil painting, you must learn the human body. Have you ever painted nudes?"

"Whoever said that oil painting must paint nudes." Zhang Boming was a little flustered, and then smiled again: "If you want to use this excuse to tease me, I advise you not to bother. First, I only paint landscapes. Second, I only paint landscapes. , I gave away all my paintings..."

"Xiao Zhang, stop talking, silence is golden.

"Lan Guoqing had to interrupt Zhang Boming's words. He didn't say a word before, because he wanted Zhang Boming to suffer a small loss. Anyway, his father is Zhang Shengqi, so he can be fished out no matter what. But talking too much is not enough. Well, in case of a crime of hooliganism, regardless of whether the sentence is severe, it will not sound good in the first place. Lan Guoqing himself, who came with him, is also easily implicated.

When Zhang Boming was reminded, he also calmed down, sneered twice, and closed his mouth.

Yang Rui also sneered twice, stood up and said, "Brother Li, please change Zhang Boming's room, the two of us stay in the office, it's very boring."

Brother Li is a monk. He smiled and said, "You can just call me Lao Li, and you don't need to call me Brother Li."

"You are my cousin's colleague, I should be called Brother Li." Yang Rui said politely, and then said: "Let's find two more people, the entrance is stricter, and there is a replacement."

"Okay, I'll call two more people to come up." The monk called downstairs twice, and called two more policemen to come up.

Since Duan Hang joined the work, he was in the county criminal police team, from a soldier to a captain. In addition to the help of his family, he also had his own means to win over a group of people to unite with him. The monk and others were chosen by him to help, and they are all people Duan Hang can trust.

Zhang Boming was dragged out of the room, and Lan Guoqing reminded him through the crowd: "Don't talk nonsense, don't talk if you have nothing to do."

"You are arresting people randomly..." Zhang Boming also shouted. Before he finished speaking, he was punched in the stomach by the monk again, his face turned blue from the pain, and he retched non-stop.

The monk had no sympathy, pulled his hair and arms, and threw them into the storage room next door, threatening: "If you call again, I will let you taste the eighteen martial arts of the master."

Zhang Boming was so painful that he couldn't speak, so he glared at the monk fiercely.

With a sound of "Boo", the monk stepped into the room, raised his palm with the size of a cattail fan, and was about to give Zhang Boming a slap.

Zhang Boming covered his stomach, closed his eyes, and stood upright, ready to take this blow.

The monk's slap reached Zhang Boming's face and stopped suddenly.

Zhang Boming and others were about to tremble. They didn't feel the slap, so they opened their eyes again and sneered: "Why, don't you dare?"

"You're quite smart, boy." The monk smiled: "You want me to imprint you on the face, leave evidence, and I will teach you to be good."

After finishing speaking, the monk circled his fists, raised Zhang Boming, and punched him twice in the kidney. The heart-wrenching pain made Zhang Boming roll all over the floor.

The monk looked left and right, took a stack of old reports from the shelf, put them into a rag bag, pressed Zhang Boming's chest, and then punched heartily.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The cloth bag and the old paper made a dull ensemble sound. Zhang Boming only yelled once, and then he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

The monk's skills are all practiced by beating people. The reason why the little ruffians on the street or the big gangsters in the county will walk around the police is because the police beat people harder than themselves. , For them, it is the same as recuperating, and they are not afraid at all.

Where did Zhang Boming "enjoy" this kind of treatment? In front of the serious beating monk, his internal organs seemed to be twisted into a ball, then strangled, and then twisted into a ball again, almost unable to perform normal functions. So much so that I couldn't scream, and even howled without tears.

Yang Rui passed the door, took a look, and didn't feel pity.

Zhang Boming came to trouble him. If he succeeded, Yang Rui might be the one who enjoys this kind of treatment.

However, it is not good for the police to beat people, so Yang Rui kindly helped the monk close the door of the storage room so that no one passing by could see it.

Zhang Boming endured the beating for five minutes, the monk took a sip of water from the big tea mug, stopped his hands and said, "This is a warm-up, and it won't be so easy to make trouble, do you understand?"

Zhang Boming stood up with a limp, without saying a word.

The monk bared his teeth and laughed, put down the big teapot with a "bang", and said, "You boy, okay, I will teach you the rules."

He turned around and opened the door, and shouted downstairs: "Sheep's head, come up."

Turning his head, the monk smiled at Zhang Boming again, and said, "Sheep's head is the best player in our team. A murderer can teach him the rules. Let him know that death is easier than life. I think you can last a few minutes."

"My dad is the director of the Water Resources Department." Zhang Boming said weakly.

The monk curled his lips and said, "Your father is very powerful. If he is capable, he will send me to the township police station."

It is quite difficult to fire a public official nowadays, and the most serious way to deal with it is to transfer and assign him. Zhang Shengqi is not the direct leader of the Public Security Bureau, and the younger the soldier, the more difficult it is to deal with.

The criminal police team is full of old ruffians and Duan Hang's best buddies, so they are not afraid of Zhang Boming's hidden threats at all. Over the years, it is not one or two who have offended senior cadres. Some of the young people who kicked old cadres in the cowshed back then are still steady officials. The monks and the others only care about Xi County. In the direction of the Nanhu area, to the senior officials in the provincial capital, respect is respect, but not fear.

Yangtou is a young man with a sharp head, a smile on his mouth, a little thin, he came upstairs, without saying a word, he beat up Zhang Boming first.

His technique was better than the monk's. Zhang Boming's lips were blue and his eyes were straightened after a few blows, but the sheep's head just took a look, said "it's okay" and continued to beat him.

After the beating was over, Yangtou said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't want to be beaten, you should stand up straight, raise your arms, put them on your chest, put an enamel jar on your head, if the enamel jar falls, or the water overflows , you will be beaten, understand?"

"Understood." Zhang Boming didn't want to be beaten anymore, it hurt too much.

So, Zhang Boming, under the command of the sheep's head, raised his arms to the sides, with the enamel cylinder on his head, and dared not move.

This posture looks simple, but it is difficult for ordinary people to persist, especially if the neck cannot move, the soreness will soon become uncontrollable.

Zhang Boming quietly twisted his neck twice, and with a soft "pop", the enamel jar fell to the ground.

The sheep's head kicked him without hesitation, and said, "Pick it up and continue to hold it."

"Top this, what do you mean?" Zhang Boming asked in a low voice.

The sheep head smiled and said, "This is the rule."

After finishing speaking, he kicked Zhang Boming's inner thigh again.

Zhang Boming shrank back like a bullied animal, obediently picked up the enamel jar, and put it on his head again.

Zhang Boming was standing by the rules, while Yang Rui contacted Shi Gui as quickly as possible, and said: "Your investigation has changed in a different direction, you can ask, what activities Zhang Boming has organized in recent years, you should try to remember The time of the next activity, the participants, the content of the activity, how much is counted.”

Shi Gui was puzzled: "Why do you investigate this? Zhang Boming belongs to the student union, and he often organizes activities."

"Zhang Boming likes literature, he can play the piano and dance, so I don't believe he doesn't organize dances and parties." Yang Rui's voice was unspeakably cold, and said: "Organizing dances will make contact with female students. Zhang Boming is long and Handsome, it's hard to say that there are no girls who throw themselves in your arms. In short, you should investigate the information about the event first, and then I will ask Yu Feng to go back and ask people for you. By the way, Zhang Boming said that he gave away all his paintings, so it's not good It’s for female classmates, you can call and ask.”

Shi Gui still didn't understand, and said, "What if he organizes and participates in a dance party, so what?"

"What can happen depends on what step he makes." Yang Rui doesn't remember which month the crackdown took place, but it must have been in 1983, that is, this year.

As long as we hold Zhang Boming's handle on this matter, once the crackdown begins, no matter how powerful I am, I will not dare to act rashly.

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