Suddenly, he heard the voice of the police outside. It was different from the person who had been shouting. It wasn't polite and had a domineering tone to it. "Listen up, you have already killed someone. Don't compound your mistake!"
The moment that was said, Wang Dayou exclaimed in panic. "That person is dead?"
The thought of releasing him that had just arisen was completely repressed as he yelled. "I didn't kill anyone! I didn't! I really didn't think of killing anyone! "With that said, Wang Dayou cried. However, as he cried, he stared intently at Xia Jili and company. He knew very well that this was the only bargaining chip he had. Once he released Xia Jili, what awaited him was an endless prison sentence. Once he was done for, his family would be done for!
Wang Dayou paced around inside, mumbling to himself. Fangzheng listened by the side, and gradually, Fangzheng understood what had happened.
The matter was very simple. Wang Dayou had worked at Xia Jili's construction site for two years, scrimping to save up money so that he could rush back to buy good food for his children, new clothes for his wife, and build a clean and bright house after paying the bills. But then, Xia Jili's capital suddenly ran into problems, and he couldn't pay his wages. This dragged on for more than half a year!
Wang Dayou wasn't in such a rush at first. Like the other workers, he had been holding up banners and complaining to the government. But recently, he had suddenly received a call from his wife. His son had been sent to the hospital in a coma, and after a checkup, he was diagnosed with leukemia. He was in urgent need of money!
Like a bolt from the blue, Wang Dayou panicked. However, he was only a worker. His friends were the same as him. Even if they wanted to help him, they didn't have the money!
After some thought, Wang Dayou realized that asking his boss for money was the only way. However, he was only an ordinary worker, a lowly one at that. Facing a lofty boss, he didn't have much confidence. He was also afraid … He was afraid that his boss had more than ten thugs around him, and he would be beaten the moment they met. He was afraid that his boss was just like in novels, a heinous villain who would collude with officials and send him to prison if there was a disagreement. He was afraid … of many things.
In order to motivate himself, Wang Dayou found a nail gun, and then used the technology he had researched a long time ago to modify the nail gun into a powerful gun to boost his courage. He thought that with this thing, at least he wouldn't be beaten up. He could even scare people. Maybe he could get his money back by scaring them.
After making up his mind, Wang Dayou went to Xia Jili, but the outcome was the same as before …
"It's no wonder he brought this fellow to you." Fangzheng looked at Xia Jili and shook his head slightly.
Xia Jili kept explaining the reason to Wang Dayou. The company's cash flow had been cut, and he had no money on hand. There was nothing he could do … From Xia Jili's expression, Fangzheng knew that Xia Jili wasn't lying. The incident this time could be said to be a combination of a few coincidences that led to this huge farce. However, this farce turned into a tragedy because the salesperson was shot. Moreover, it was a tragedy that could not be solved at the moment!
Fangzheng did have divine powers. He could take Wang Dayou away and even help Wang Dayou get his money back. But what would happen after that? Fangzheng could only help him temporarily. Once Fangzheng left, he would still have to face the punishment of the law. This punishment might very well be murder or robbery! That would be terrible.
At the same time, there was the innocent salesperson. He had no idea what the situation was like, and he needed help. But if he left, what would happen to him?
Just as Fangzheng was at a loss …
Wang Dayou suddenly shouted. "I … I want to meet the reporters."
"You want to meet the reporters?" Xia Jili was taken aback as well before his eyes lit up. He knew very well that agitating Wang Dayou was useless at this point in time. In the present situation, the best solution was to help Wang Dayou clear his name. Once Wang Dayou was relieved of his burden, they could be released and be safe.
With this in mind, Xia Jili said, "With such a huge commotion here, there will definitely be reporters outside. If you really want to meet the reporters, you can negotiate with the police and get them to let a few reporters in for an interview. Also, it's best if it's a live broadcast. That way, it can prevent any intentional editing. When the time comes, I will speak up for you. "
Wang Dayou looked at Xia Jili in surprise, thinking, "Why is he suddenly so nice?" However, he shook his head and said, "Just speak the truth."
Xia Jili said with a bitter smile, "Alright."
With this in mind, Wang Dayou immediately found a piece of paper and wrote a line of text, requesting to meet the reporters.
When Fangzheng saw this, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Amitabha."
"Who is it!?" This Buddhist proclamation left the people in the room trembling as they shouted nearly simultaneously.
Following that, they saw a tiny door by the side open as a monk walked out. The monk's skin was fair, and he had a gentle look. Just by standing there, it was as though he was glowing. It made people feel a lot better when they saw him.
Wang Dayou pointed the nail gun at Fangzheng and asked, "Who … Who are you?"
Fangzheng already knew that Wang Dayou wasn't a bad person. As long as he wasn't agitated or misfired, there was basically no danger. Hence, he said with a smile, "This Penniless Monk is Fangzheng. Patron, don't be alarmed. This Penniless Monk saw everything. If there are reporters, This Penniless Monk is willing to testify for you! "
"What's that place?" Wang Dayou pointed at the small room Fangzheng had walked out of as he asked warily.
Fangzheng knew that Wang Dayou was rather smart. He was afraid that Fangzheng was a police officer, so he said, "Patron, you can take a look for yourself."
Wang Dayou moved over and looked inside. It was a pitch-black room. There were no windows, no basement, and no ventilation ducts. Even a rat would find it difficult to enter! There were only a few boxes that seemed to contain miscellaneous items. This was likely a storeroom. With this in mind, Wang Dayou heaved a sigh of relief. However, he was puzzled. He had previously checked all the rooms, but why hadn't he noticed such a storeroom?
Of course, this thought was quickly dispelled because Fangzheng spoke.
"Patron, are you looking for a reporter?"
For some reason, Wang Dayou's anger subconsciously decreased when facing the monk. It was as though he felt at ease when he saw the monk. He subconsciously wanted to trust him.
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