He was released.
Superintendent Song walked to a corner of the police station's yard and took out his cellphone. He then gave Wang Shuixin a call.
"Hello, Old Song." Wang Shuixin was still awake.
Superintendent Song said in an unfriendly tone, "Old Wang, Zhang Ye has been released. I'm calling to inform you."
Wang Shuixin was stunned, "What? Released? Why did you release him? He beat my son to such a state. Don't tell me your police station … "
Superintendent Song said angrily, "You still have the nerve to say this to me? Just to help you, I nearly lost my job. The branch's Leader scolded me several times. The Municipal Bureau's Discipline Inspection Commission nearly investigated us! The instructions from above are out! What can I do if I don't release him? Tell me, what can I do? Also, this matter was caused by your son in the first place. Don't look for other reasons! Be mentally prepared. When your son is discharged from the hospital, we will definitely summon him. He might even be detained and fined! Old Wang, I've already done my best. It doesn't matter if you listen to me or not. I can only say this much. Now, the pressure from Zhang Ye's two poems is too great. No one can protect your son! It will definitely be dealt with! "
Wang Shuixin said, "Old Song, we have known each other for so many years. You …"
Superintendent Song said, "It's because we have known each other for so long that I'm telling you this. Also, don't look for me regarding Zhang Ye's matter anymore. I'm afraid of that person!"
… …
Caishikou.
His parents' neighborhood.
Almost every household was asleep. The neighborhood was quiet. After Zhang Ye was sent here by the old policeman, he got out of the car and went straight up the stairs.
Dong Dong Dong.
Zhang Ye called from outside the door, "Dad, Mom."
The door suddenly opened. His mother rushed out, "Aiyah! Our son is back! "
"That's right. I'm back. You haven't slept yet?" Zhang Ye went into the house to change his shoes.
"Why would we sleep? Your dad and I just went to the police station to see you, but the bunch of policemen did not let us in. I scolded them all day at the door!" Mom said angrily.
Dad also came out from the living room, "Are you hurt?"
"No, they were quite polite to me." Zhang Ye said.
His mother stared at him and said, "Then what poem did you write? Bayonets! Beatings! You almost scared me and your dad to death! They really didn't hit you? "
Zhang Ye laughed and said, "They have to dare to do so. Hur Hur, it's not that serious. I was just in the mood to write some poems. By the way, Mom, I'm hungry."
"Wait, I'll heat up the food for you." Mom went to the kitchen.
Her father stopped her. "I'll go heat up the food. You call your relatives first."
Only then did his mother remember. "Right, right. I almost forgot. They are still worried." Then, she went to the sofa to make a phone call. "Hey, Dan … I'm telling you that your brother is already home. He's fine … Yes, tell your parents not to worry … Okay …"
Seeing this, Zhang Ye also went to make a call. His friends and colleagues were definitely thinking about him and had probably put in a lot of effort, so he definitely had to let them know.
Beep, beep, beep.
"Hey." It was the deep voice of a child on the other end.
"Chenchen?" Zhang Ye blinked and said, "Why are you the one answering the phone? Where's your aunt? "
Chenchen said in an adult tone, "Oh, it's Zhang Ye. My aunt went out for a jog."
Jogging so late at night? But when he remembered that Rao Aimin was a martial artist, he was relieved. "I'm fine. I'm at my parents' place. Tell your aunt not to worry."
Chenchen's words were very infuriating. "My aunt has always been very assured of you. She said that good people don't live long, while scourges live for a thousand years. You'll definitely be fine."
Zhang Ye, "…&¥# # ¥@) #!!"
This landlady auntie! This bro is already in the police station! Your mouth is still as poisonous as ever!
Following that, Zhang Ye gave a few calls to his other colleagues.
"Hello, Xiao Lu, it's me …"
"Hello, Brother Hu, I'm out …"
"Hou Ge, your brother is with you, right? I'm home. Thank you for your concern. "
The food was heated. There were some leftovers. They were probably leftovers from his parents' lunch or dinner. Zhang Ye, who was used to being frugal, was not a picky eater. He wolfed down the food.
"We're going to bed first." Dad said.
"Eat by yourself. There's no need to wash the dishes. I'll do it tomorrow." Mom also returned to her room.
The old couple had been on tenterhooks all day, making phone calls and going to the police station. They were also tired. They still had work tomorrow, so they went to rest first.
After Zhang Ye finished eating, he washed the dishes and returned to his room. He switched on his older desktop computer and went online to inform his fans. He knew that the reason why he could be released so smoothly was all because of his fans' help. It was them who had pressured the police. It was them who had helped him blow up the matter and attract the attention of society. Hence, Zhang Ye naturally had to report to his fans first. "I'm Zhang Ye. I'm already at home.
Thank you for everyone's concern and support. I've troubled you. I'm fine. The police station has already investigated the matter. I have reason to believe, and am willing to believe, that our police will not malign a good person, nor will they let a bad person off! "This sentence was known by everyone in Zhang Ye's world. This saying was well known in Zhang Ye's previous world, but in this world, such a saying had never appeared before. Zhang Ye did not mind and still used it. The main thing was that he had to smooth things over for the other side. Since he was fine now, if the fans were to continue being unforgiving, it might have the opposite effect and cause disharmony in society. That was not what Zhang Ye wanted to see.
"Haha! It's Zhang Ye! "
"Teacher Zhang Ye is out!"
"Great! They have finally released him! "
"I can finally rest easy. I can finally sleep soundly. Good night, Teacher Zhang."
"Victory! Rejoice, brothers! This is a victory for our Zhang Ye fan club! This is the result of everyone's hard work! Thank you, brothers from SS Bar! Thank you, Heavenly Queen Zhang's cosmic army! If not for you, Teacher Zhang would definitely not have been able to come out today! A drop of water will be repaid with a spring! "
Zhang Ye's fans began to celebrate!
But when Zhang Ye saw this, he was stunned. Eh? SS Bar? What was this place? Heavenly Queen Zhang's fans? Why were her fans joining in on the fun? There was no internet in the small dark room. All Zhang Ye could do was spread the news and compose two poems. However, he did not know the exact situation. Hence, Zhang Ye quickly minimized the Weibo interface and went to his fan club's Tieba to ask about the situation.
Someone answered, "This time, it's all thanks to SS Bar's people. They were the ones who saw injustice. Seeing that we were too few in numbers, they took the initiative to support us. Their people used your" Prisoner's Song "and" My Confession "to flood the entire Tieba. They were too righteous! And Heavenly Queen Zhang. She rarely uses Weibo, but she Liked your two poems last night. Hence, some of Heavenly Queen Zhang's fans also came over! "
After their explanation, Zhang Ye immediately understood. His heart was filled with gratitude. His heart also felt warm. Without another word, he immediately went to SS Bar to post a post, "Thank you. There's plenty of time in the future." He did not say much. It was very simple, but it carried a lot of weight. This was Zhang Ye's promise. He would return this favor.
"You're welcome."
"Seeing injustice, I naturally have to do something about it!"
"Good people will be rewarded. Teacher Zhang, there's no need to thank us!"
The people of SS Bar all replied. Then, Zhang Ye's fan club's junior moderator and SS Bar's moderator conversed for a while. The two Tieba's also exchanged links and became a friendship Tieba.
After doing all this, Zhang Ye put aside Zhang Yuanqi's matter. He went online to see what had happened while he was in the small dark room. He saw Elder Qian's post, as well as Wang Xiaomei, Zhao Guozhou, Big Sis Zhou, Tian Bin and his other old colleagues' support. He was very grateful.
He did not have Elder Qian's number, so he could only leave a private message on Weibo.
As for Zhao Guozhou, Tian Bin and company, Zhang Ye called them one by one to let them know that he was safe and to thank them.
After this incident, the number of people in Zhang Ye's fan club's Tieba increased by a large amount. There were a few thousand more people. And when he checked the official Celebrity Rankings website, which was used for reference, he found out that Zhang Ye had already entered the forefront of the E-List rankings. He was getting closer and closer to the D-List.
In just one night, Zhang Ye's popularity had soared by so much!
In the end, it was because his two poems, "My Confession" and "Prisoner's Song", were written too ruthlessly! They were also written too well! The indomitable spirit and fearlessness in the face of life and death had touched many people! Zhang Ye even saw that many literary workers had left comments behind these two poems. Everyone's comments were very positive. Although these poems were somewhat exaggerated when used in Zhang Ye's environment, no one doubted the literary value and spirit within! With these two poems, everyone had a deeper understanding of Zhang Ye's artistic standards!
After finishing these, he settled the matters that needed to be settled.
Zhang Ye switched off his computer and washed up. Then, he lay in bed and thought about it. He still did not give the Heavenly Queen a call. After all, she was a big shot. He did not know if she was asleep or not. Then, Zhang Ye sent a message to Zhang Yuanqi's cellphone. First, he let her know that he was safe and then thanked her, "Thank you. Your fans have helped us a lot this time. If there's anything in the future, just say the word."
No reply.
There was no response for a long time.
Zhang Ye shrugged indifferently and put down his cellphone. He crawled into bed and prepared to sleep.
About half an hour later, it was almost 11: 30 PM. Zhang Ye's cellphone suddenly rang. Heavenly Queen Zhang's message had arrived.
It said: "I really have something to tell you. Come over tomorrow and help me. I'll get my manager to contact you later. That's all."
Zhang Ye replied: "Alright, but what is it? Why don't you tell me first? "
In the end, the Heavenly Queen did not reply. Zhang Ye was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Can your character be any worse? Would it kill you to reply me?
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