In the same teahouse, in the same location.
However, people's states of mind were very different.
Fang Yan could feel that Huang Wenqiang, who was sitting opposite him, was looking at him with a strong sense of scrutiny. He could feel this kind of gaze from Lu Zhaoge, and he could feel it from everyone he met.
There was a scandal between a male teacher and a female student, and it was a junior high school student. Such an incident was enough to nail him to the pillar of shame.
There was a long silence.
Huang Wenqiang sighed softly and said, "Mr. Fang, it's not easy."
Fang Yan smiled and said, "Do you believe me?"
"Yes." Huang Wenqiang pointed at Fang Yan, who was making tea and said, "If it's true, why are you still in the mood to make tea so leisurely? Why? Do you have a plan in mind, or are you prepared for the worst? "
Fang Yan brought the teacup to Huang Wenqiang with a pair of bamboo tweezers and said, "Director Huang, do you have any way to help me?"
Huang Wenqiang was a senior reporter of Hua Xia Metropolis Daily and the director of the current affairs department, so Fang Yan called him Director Huang.
Huang Wenqiang shook his head and said, "I also learned about this from my colleagues in the media. They all said that they had some big news in their hands … I asked around and it was said that there was someone behind this incident. According to those guys' working state, I'm afraid they have received a lot of writing fees from others. "
Fang Yan's eyes were piercingly cold, but returned to normal in an instant. He asked, "Do you know who is behind this?"
Huang Wenqiang smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, you are young and inexperienced in society … Naturally, the one who started the trouble should be untied. It's enough to bite on one line, right? "
"I'm stupid." Fang Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Since I left home, a series of things have happened to me … It seems that elegant things like teaching people how to read and write are really not suitable for me. Fighting and killing is my goal in life."
"You can't say that," Huang Haoran solemnly looked at Fang Yan and said, "Mr. Fang, don't be discouraged. You might not understand, but in the eyes of many students, your existence means something … The first time Huang Haoran asked me to do something was because of you. Huang Haoran took a poem that you commented on and recited it over and over again. Huang Haoran was full of praise for your teaching methods and is still trying hard to recite 'Tao Te Ching' backwards. "
"All of this changed after you became a teacher at Vermilion Bird Middle School. In the past, his pride made me proud, and now, his humility made me proud. As a father, I want him to be a humble and cultured person, not a cultured but arrogant person. "
"Huang Haoran told me that he looks forward to language classes every day because you surprise them every class." Huang Wenqiang looked at Fang Yan sincerely and said, "I also look forward to the countless surprises you bring to Huang Haoran and countless Huang Haoran."
Fang Yan didn't expect Huang Wenqiang to suddenly "confess" to him. He could feel Huang Wenqiang's sincerity towards him. He could feel Huang Wenqiang's respect for this seemingly incompetent teacher of his.
Fang Yan was really touched!
"I will take care of this matter," Fang Yan said. "They think I'm a good teacher, but I don't know if I can be what they think I am … At least, I can't be a bad teacher."
"I'll talk to my colleagues in the media, and I'll also meet with the education department. Without sufficient evidence, maliciously reporting a love affair between a teacher and a student will have a very negative impact on society as a whole. It will also have a serious impact on the reputation of the teacher and the student … If it's not handled well, it might ruin the student's life. We must be careful with this kind of thing, "Huang Wenqiang said. "What else can I help with? You don't have to be polite with me."
"Leave the rest to me." Fang Yan smiled. "You're right. Whoever started the trouble needs to untie it."
…
…
The bald man was very cautious. After coming out of the hospital, he scanned his surroundings. He didn't find anyone suspicious before walking quickly towards a white Volkswagen.
He opened the door and got in. The car slowly drove out of the hospital compound.
Fang Yan's head appeared at the window of a black van. He pointed at the Volkswagen with the tail number 098 and said, "Master, please follow them."
"No problem," the skinny driver agreed readily and quickly started the car. "As long as it's a prey that I, One Sword Peak Racing God, have my eyes on, don't even think about escaping from me … Brother, please remind me, which way did the car turn?"
"The convenience store on the left," Fang Yan said in a bad mood. This One Sword Peak Racing God was too lame.
"Oh, that kid is playing ambush … Oh, he's going to buy cigarettes." One Sword Peak Racing God reached for the cigarette box and threw it back. He laughed and said, "I almost forgot, little brother, you don't smoke."
"Smoke by yourself. Don't worry about me," Fang Yan said.
"That won't do." One Sword Peak Racing God shook his head. "If you don't smoke, I'll smoke by myself. Isn't that letting you inhale my secondhand smoke? We unlicensed drivers also have professional qualities. "
"…" Fang Yan decided that he would never talk about professional qualities with others again.
The Volkswagen started again, and the van followed closely behind.
"Brother, are you a detective?"
"What?" Fang Yan was stunned.
"I specialize in investigating cases of husbands keeping mistresses and mistresses, cheating and whatnot," One Sword Peak Racing God said with a smile. "Just like Detective Conan."
"Detective Conan also investigates cheating?"
"I think so?" One Sword Peak Racing God was not very sure. "You do this kind of job? It sounds very mysterious. "
"You actually guessed it." Fang Yan 'admitted' it. The reason he admitted was because he did not want One Sword Peak Racing God to ask more questions. He pointed to the Volkswagen owner in front and said, "That guy's mistress hired me to find out if he went back to have dinner with his wife tonight …"
"Are you really a detective? Are you still hiring? "
"It depends on your performance."
"Just watch." One Sword Peak Racing God stepped on the gas, and the van rushed toward the Volkswagen.
"Slow down, slow down, and be careful …" Fang Yan quickly reminded.
…
The van stopped in front of a nightclub called "Yulong." Fang Yan looked at the rows of white thighs in front of the nightclub and frowned again.
He was not familiar with this kind of place.
"Do you need help?" One Sword Peak Racing God asked.
"Not for the time being." Fang Yan paid the rest of the fare and said, "Leave a business card and wait for the interview notice."
"Good, good, good. I'm on call. "One Sword Peak Racing God was very excited. "You don't know, but I admire Detective Conan."
Bang …
Fang Yan had already opened the door of the van and strode toward the entrance of Yulong Nightclub.
When he was about to reach the door, he put the phone in his hand to his ear and said loudly, "Mr. Wang, I'm going up. You drink first, don't wait for me … I understand, we won't go back until we are drunk tonight … "
When the manager saw the guests, she quickly came to greet them. Fang Yan waved his hand at her, and she immediately retreated.
It seemed that this was a regular customer of Yulong Nightclub, and a friend had already booked a private room.
The bald man was waiting for the elevator, accompanied by a girl in a red cheongsam. The two seemed to be very familiar with each other. The bald man made some touching gestures, and the girl just pushed him away, but she was not angry.
Fang Yan put the phone in his pocket, walked behind the bald man, patted him on the shoulder, and shouted, "Brother Bald …"
The bald man turned around and saw Fang Yan standing behind him with a face full of horror. When he opened his mouth to speak, he found that his shoulder was in pain.
The pain was so painful that he could not speak and could not breathe smoothly. In the blink of an eye, there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead.
Fang Yan used the Golden Bell Mysterious Yin Finger to press the Mingmen point on the bald man's shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother Bald, are you also looking for Brother Wolf? Brother Wolf called me and asked me to come here to see him … "
The woman in the cheongsam saw the handsome Fang Yan, and her eyes immediately became bright. She asked with a smile, "This handsome guy is unfamiliar? First time here? Do you know Brother De? "
"Yes. The bald man and I have been good brothers for many years, "Fang Yan said with a smile.
The woman pinched the bald man's arm and said, "Brother Bald is really not good enough. He has such a handsome friend and he did not bring him to play."
"He is afraid that you will play me bad," Fang Yan said with a shy smile.
"How can that be? What kind of people does Brother Bald think we are? "The girl said coquettishly. "We will treat you well."
The elevator arrived, and the girl rushed into the elevator and directly pressed the number '3'.
Fang Yan knew that his guess was right. Brother Wolf was in the Yulong Nightclub, and the room they were in should be on the third floor.
The bald man only felt that his body was weak, and he did not even have the strength to walk.
He wanted to sit on the ground, but Fang Yan's hand lightly rested on his shoulder, as if it was his life. His body was completely out of his control.
When he was in pain, his old lover was flirting with Fang Yan, which made his body even more uncomfortable.
"Bitch, see how I will deal with you later," the bald man cursed in his heart.
The elevator stopped on the third floor, and the cheongsam girl led the way.
The music was loud, and rows of long-legged girls were led by the manager in black uniforms to different rooms. Only when they were ordered by a customer would they end this necessary but humiliating tour.
Although Fang Yan had been holding the bald man's shoulder, it did not attract other people's attention. There were many people in the nightclub who called each other brothers, so this kind of behavior was really nothing.
Boom …
The cheongsam girl opened the door of room 308, turned to Fang Yan and the bald man, and said, "Brother Wolf is inside, you can go in."
"Thank you," Fang Yan said gratefully.
"You are more polite than them." The girl winked at Fang Yan and said, "Brother Bald has never said thank you to me."
"That is because Brother Bald feels closer to you …" As Fang Yan spoke, he had already walked into the room with Brother Bald in his arms.
Brother Wolf was hugging two women and singing, and he did not feel the danger.
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