Chapter 28
In mid-July, Min Liangping went to sweep his son's grave.
On the way back, the phone rang just as he got into his newly replaced car.
"Hey, it's me." Lao Tang's voice was on the other end of the phone.
"Anything with me?" Min Liangping put his right hand on the steering wheel, staring at the butt of a parked car in front of him.
"There is a case that needs your help." Lao Tang said.
He would know everything without going to the Three Treasures Hall.
Min Liangping licked the corner of his mouth: "You don't know, I've been in jail for you already, Lao Tang, I just want to live a clean life now."
"Don't worry!" Lao Tang tried to impress him, "It's just an illegal loan shark. This case involves several college students, so there is nothing to cause trouble."
"Hmph," Min Liangping snorted coldly, "there is nothing to cause trouble, how do you know that there is nothing to cause trouble?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Min Liangping went on to say, "It used to be because of my son, I volunteered, but now it's different. I have blemishes, and I'm not too old. If I go in again, my life will be over." Lao Tang
remained unmoved. Continue to release the bait: "You will be interested."
"I am not interested in anything, I just want to spend the rest of my life peacefully." Min Liangping refused bluntly.
The man on the other end of the phone laughed lightly and spit out three words: "It's Liu Dao."
Min Liangping thought he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"
"Liu Dao." Lao Tang's voice was very calm on the other end of the phone. "It's the junior high school student who was with you in X Town ten years ago."
Min Liangping resisted the rising impetuosity: "You wait...I'll call you again." The
phone fell on the co-pilot's seat. Started the car.
Min Liangping drove absent-mindedly on this road, and even nearly ran a red light. He parked the car in the underground parking lot of the community, but sat in the car for a long time and did not get down.
He flipped through his phone, hesitating whether to call Lao Tang.
He is in a mess now. Hearing the name of this kid again after ten years, it was to solve the case together, the ghost knows how much Liu Dao is involved in this matter.
For the little things that happened between him and Liu Dao back then, he just regrets it when he thinks about it now. He regrets that he was so good to that bastard, but instead fueled his rebellion and ran away from him without a sound.
It's not that he didn't think about finding Liu Dao, but at that time, he was entangled in one after another, and he had no effort at all.
At first, in order to seek justice for his son, he volunteered to be an informant under Lao Tang's suggestion. After his son's case was over, he was fooled by Lao Tang and plunged into another case. Later, the matter was over, and the police department made a contribution. The meritorious service, the promotion of promotion, when he was in prison, who thought about him?
The death of Min Liangping's son was inextricably linked to the drug trafficking case, but he alone could not seek justice for his son, just at that time Lao Tang found him.
The drug-trafficking case was solved, and Min Liangping was fooled by Lao Tang again and plunged into another case. Later, the matter was over. Those in the police station made meritorious deeds, and those who were promoted were promoted. When he was in jail, Who thought about him?
He spent two years in prison, and has yet to find a job since he came out, living off the little deposit bonus he saved as an informant.
Speaking of bonuses, bonuses were the only consolation in his life when he had lost his way into a lifetime of hatred.
If it weren't for the broken bonus, it would be difficult for him to maintain a normal life in his later years because he is now in his 40s, has a criminal record, has no children, and has all kinds of problems.
It was late at night when Min Liangping called. He knew Lao Tang's regular schedule and went to bed early at night. He did it on purpose.
Sure enough, the old Tang's voice on the other end of the phone was dry, vague and a little angry: "Hello."
Min Liangping was succinct and concise: "I agreed to the case you mentioned during the day."
Lao Tang seemed to be refreshed immediately, suppressing the fire that was gradually rising, and his temper of menopause was delayed for a moment.
Tang Cheng’s breakfast is as usual with a bowl of rice noodles. In front of Yishui’er’s breakfast shop in City C, there are at least half of the rice noodle shops.
It's also hard for him to choose, and he doesn't like to eat fried dough sticks and steamed buns.
Yesterday his old policeman called him and asked to meet at a morning tea shop near their company.
The shop is opened by a southerner who is more southern than him. He is not used to sweet soy sauce.
There were not many people in the morning tea shop. Tang Cheng held the information bag in his hand, remembered the table number given to him by the person on his WeChat, asked the waiter, and was led into a private room with carved mahogany flowers.
The inside is very bright. There are two tea trays on the ivory-colored round table. There is a small pot of tea in each of the tea trays, and two fine porcelain tea cups lie quietly in the tea tray.
The man introduced by his father looked about thirty-seven or eighteen years old. He wore a gray shirt, not particularly luxurious but not cheap. His wrists were clean and he didn't seem to like to wear watches.
Out of habit, Tang Cheng paid attention to these first, and then turned his eyes to the man's face.
Tang Cheng is a steel No. 1. This is the first time he has seen a man who is a little more steely than himself. Come on, he had better have two brushes, or I can't help this aura and this face.
The other party raised his hand to say hello to Tang Cheng, but his body was still.
Tang Cheng sat down opposite him, the man asked him what he wanted to eat, and Tang Cheng said he had eaten it.
Although they added each other's WeChat, the two did not send a single message except to get a private room number. Tang Cheng handed over his business card from the loan urging company, and the other party took it, touched his suit pocket, hesitated, and said, "Look here...forgot to bring it."
He was referring to his business card.
Tang Cheng smiled: "It doesn't matter."
"My name is Min Liangping." The man introduced himself peacefully, "Men Wenmin, a good conscience, an ordinary flat."
"Oh." Tang Cheng nodded with a smile, and naturally approached, "Brother Min."
Min Liangping A little smile appeared on his face.
During the two years he spent in prison, out of the last privilege of an informant, he did not go through labor camps with the real criminals. At that time, Lao Tang arranged for him to live in a single room, but there was no TV, no mobile phone, and only books.
He didn't expect that halfway through his life, he actually read a book.
The experience of these years has wiped out at least half of his stubbornness, and the vicissitudes of the whole person have been taken away by him, and what he shows to outsiders is a stiff face.
As for the rest, whoever interprets it is up to you!
After so many years, he is still the past he, and it seems that he is no longer the past him. I don't know that kid Liu Dao...
Tang Cheng sensed Min Liangping's lack of concentration for a moment, and coughed on purpose: "Brother Min, what
are you thinking?" "Nothing." The other party quickly came back to his senses.
Tang Cheng didn't care too much, and handed the information bag to Min Liangping: "This is the existing information about Wenxun in our company." He pretended to look around, "You are my dad's friend, and I don't give it to ordinary people."
Min Liangping nodded, took the information bag and opened it: "What platforms are your companies responsible for?"
"It's basically those big platforms." Tomson poured himself a cup of tea, "Of course, banking business is also formalized. , as you know, my father is a policeman, and although I have no son to inherit my father's business, it is impossible for me to slander him and engage in loan shark collections, right?"
"It's hard to say." Min Liangping took out a stack of A4 printer paper from the information bag. , read.
Tang Cheng: "..."
The way this person teases people is inexplicable... Ow!
Min Liangping began to focus on the data: "Six months ago, this sophomore boy named Wenxue Jun borrowed 10,000 yuan from the X platform, in one year's installment, the first two months began to step on the point and pay the installment, from the third month to the present A week ago, your company took over this case and implemented a telecommunication bombing-style debt collection, but the other party's mobile phone was turned off. He has been on summer vacation recently, and he did not stay at school during this period. Now you are planning to send foreign visitors there His hometown is investigating the situation. Fortunately, his hometown is in the countryside of City C, and the drive takes about two or three hours—" He
paused for a moment: "So when are you going?"
For asking such a silly thing?
"The foreign visit I arranged will go tomorrow, but it doesn't seem to be the focus of your attention." Tang Cheng reminded him, "You were found by my father, and you have to dig for clues for him."
"Go to his hometown to investigate . The situation is also digging for clues." Min Liangping took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, "Except for X platform, Wen Xun has loans on more than ten platforms, large and small, with a total amount of hundreds of thousands, but they have not been repaid. Imagine, if it is You, you have a debt of 100,000 yuan at a young age, what would you do?"
Min Liangping was obviously talking about chickens and ducks, Tang Cheng didn't know that Wenxue Jun also received receptions on other platforms, he thought about it and said, "Of course I told my dad. Ah, borrow his money to pay off the loan, and then rehabilitate and become a new person."
Min Liangping sighed, looking a little bit of a headache: "If, in your family, there are only two old people who have completely lost their labor force, and only rely on What about the old man with a little pension?"
"..." Tang Cheng was speechless again.
Frankly speaking, he simply doesn't have the ability to think about problems for others from the perspective of others, which is one of the major reasons why he didn't inherit his father's business.
Min Liangping stuffed the stack of papers into the information bag and said, "If I were a scholar of literature, I would most likely go back to my hometown to see the two old people, and then choose to commit suicide."
"No," Tang Cheng couldn't understand. "It's only 100,000, what is it?"
Min Liangping stood up, looking rather condescending from Tang Cheng's point of view.
He said solemnly, "As for it."
"You asked your company to prepare for an overseas visit. This afternoon, Haishan Lan Wei picked me up and went to Wenxun Jun's hometown."
Tang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly refused: "No."
"Huh?" Min Liangping frowned slightly , "How do you say?"
"We are visiting," Tang Cheng hesitated, "no driver's license."
Min Liangping only thought that Tang Cheng deliberately rejected himself with such a lame excuse, and still insisted: "Then you can send me there directly. , I have a driver's license."
When Liu Dao received the emergency order from his immediate supervisor, he was looking at the information that Tang Cheng had thrown to him, which was a foreign mission just transferred from the branch.
That's when the phone rang.
Tang Cheng was driving, carrying Min Liangping. Out of regret for the temporary transfer at work for a while, he intends to cut into the problem from the side first.
"Have you eaten?" Tang Cheng asked him on the phone.
"I'm at work, manager." Liu Dao listened to the whistling sound in the headset, "Be careful when driving, manager."
Tang Cheng was told this by him, but he remembered that he was arrested last month for talking on the phone while driving. The incident of an old lady touching porcelain was very ugly, and finally the police adjusted the monitoring. His father found out later, and gave him a slap in the face.
"I know I know." He immediately focused a lot of attention, "What, didn't I arrange for you to visit tomorrow? You pack up and go immediately."
Liu Dao was silent for a second or two, and didn't ask anything. " Hmm." He said. He never complained about his work.
He's a black guy, always has been, and still is. As for how he successfully entered this formal debt collection company, it still has to start with him looking for a job with ***.
This kind of fraud may have worked a few years ago, but as social network technology became more prosperous, his incident was finally exposed, and he was successfully sent to the police station by a company recruiter.
But this is also strange. He stayed at the police station for three days before being released.
After it was over, it was Tang Cheng who found Liu Dao lightly, and then gave him the job with a flicker.
He does the most thankless job. He usually calls for collections. When he has a transfer order for an overseas visit, he immediately accepts it. The foreign visits of his peers have accident insurance, but he does not have any social benefits other than wages and performance commissions. .
Although he lives in this country, there is no such person in the identity information bank of this country.
If he died one day, it would probably just be dead and not attract anyone's attention.
No matter what the leaders put forward, he never complained at all about the job of the three chapters of the contract after being honest with each other. In his heart, he only felt grateful for being alive.
"By the way, you don't have to wait for Lao Yang this time. He won't be with you. I'll find someone else for you." Tang Cheng thought about Min Liangping's explanation and told Liu Dao.
"Can he drive?" Liu Dao was more concerned about this than who he was looking for.
"Yes, of course." Tang Cheng glanced at the man sitting in the rearview mirror: "It's an old driver."
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