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Chapter 996

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Li Rui deeply agreed and nodded his head. "Indeed, there are many people like Gan Mingming who have been wronged. Gan Mingming is an honest person. If he is bullied, he will accept it. But if he meets someone who is dishonest and impulsively does something stupid, or even takes revenge on society, then it will be terrible. "Song Chaoyang frowned and said to himself," How can we save and pacify this group of people? How can we redeem ourselves as government officials? This is a big problem. "

While the master and servant were fretting, in the Dingxian County government building's petition office in the southeast of Qingyang City, a short, fat, middle-aged man picked up a briefcase from the table and impatiently said to a thin, middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, "Are you leaving or not? I'm about to get off work and I need to lock the door. Don't make me lock you inside. "

The old man said in a fit of pique, "I'm not leaving. If you don't uphold justice for my son today, then I'm not leaving!" The fat man was angry and scolded, "Damn it, how many times have I told you? It's been an entire afternoon and the amount of saliva we've spat on you is enough to fill a bucket. Why can't you understand? We're a petition office, not a county magistrate's office. We've always been in charge of receiving people. We've never upheld justice, nor do we have the ability to uphold justice. Hurry up and leave. If you want to find someone to uphold justice, then go to the county magistrate's office and find the county magistrate. "The old man said," Do you think I didn't go? I went a long time ago and was kicked out. I really had no choice but to come find you. If you don't uphold justice for my son, then I'll have no chance to live. "

The fat man snorted coldly. "If you have no chance to live, then go die. Just don't bother us anymore. We've been bothered by you for an entire afternoon. It's so annoying. Let me tell you, hurry up and leave. If you don't leave, I'll call the guards. Don't blame me when they make a move. " The old man was so angry that he slammed the coffee table with a loud bang. He stood up and shouted almost crazily, "F * ck, is no one going to uphold justice for our family?" The fat man was shocked and took two steps back. His face changed slightly, but when he saw that the old man didn't come for him, he was relieved. He pointed at him and said, "I'm telling you, don't slap, hit, and swear in our office. Get out of here, or I'll call the police." The old man looked at him and begged, "Comrade, please help me, okay? I beg you. "

The fat man said unhappily, "How can I help you? I've already done what I can for you. What else do you want? Huh? I've already told you that it's already been recorded. I'll report it to the higher-ups and try to deal with it as soon as possible. What else do you want? Fellow townsman, I've already treated you well. Hurry up and leave. Don't cause trouble for me. This has already delayed me from getting off work for more than an hour. I haven't f * cking eaten yet. Can you help me too? I beg you. " The old man said, "Then why did you say you didn't know when I asked you when it would be resolved?" The fat man said, "I didn't know in the first place. I'm just an errand boy. I'm not a leader. How would I know? Besides, even if I were a leader, would I definitely resolve it for you? Our Letter Office receives hundreds of letters and calls every day. They're all complaints. Do you f * cking think we're a court? Do you think we can resolve everything? "

The old man was incomparably bitter. He said, "F * ck his ancestors. Is there no one who can uphold justice for my son?" The fat man pointed at him and said, "Hey, say it if you have something to say. Don't scold me. Who are you scolding?" The old man said, "I'm scolding someone who deserves to be scolded." The fat man's face darkened. He said, "What an unruly person! I can't be bothered to lower myself to your level. Hurry up and get lost. If you don't f * cking get lost, I'll really call someone to arrest you. " The old man suddenly became silent. His two small eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light, staring at the young man's face. The fat man was shocked and didn't dare to say anything. The old man muttered, "Who … who can uphold justice for my son?" The fat man sneered and said, "You f * cking provoked the people of the Public Security Bureau. Just admit that you're unlucky. No one can help you, unless … humph …"

The old man suddenly came back to his senses and asked, "Unless what?" The fat man sneered and said, "Unless you're the director of the Public Security Bureau. Otherwise, even if you live until you die, you won't be able to deal with them. They can kill you with a fart. " The old man muttered to himself, "Die … live until I die … no one will help my son. Even if I live until I die, no one will help my son?" The fat man said, "In my opinion, it's fine if you just endure it. Didn't they just beat your son until his spleen was ruptured and a few ribs were broken? He's not dead. It's not a big deal. It'll be fine if you just endure it. You can't afford to provoke them. " The old man looked at him gloomily and said, "It's easy for you to say that. If I beat your son like that, would you endure it? Damn it! "The fat man cursed," You f * cking dare! I'll see if you dare. If you f * cking dare to harm my son, I'll kill you! "

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. He seemed to have realized something. He stood there for a long time. After glancing at him, he walked away expressionlessly.

The fat man chased after him and watched him walk out of the corridor. He was very surprised and said to himself, "Why did he suddenly understand? Is he going to endure it? Humph, humph, he should have endured it long ago. Not to mention that he's just a poor commoner. Even if it was me, I wouldn't have a good ending if I offended the police captain of the Public Security Bureau. You even f * cking complain everywhere. Who cares about you! "

After the old man came out of the County Government building, he rode an old Forever brand bicycle back home. The house was empty. There was no one in it. It was a small house with only four walls. At this time, it seemed even more desolate and terrifying. The bright lights were like the sneering eyes of an enemy, fiercely stabbing into his eyes.

He suddenly cried helplessly. After sobbing for a while, he didn't wipe his tears. He walked directly to the door and picked up the kitchen knife on the windowsill. He carefully hid it at his waist and said fiercely, "Surnamed Lu, tonight, it's either you die or I die!"

He rushed out of the room without locking the door. He hopped on his bicycle and rode to the residential area of the County Public Security Bureau. After riding for about 20 minutes, he arrived at the entrance of the residential area. After entering the residential area, he went to the third building according to his memory. He parked his bicycle in a corner and walked quickly to the entrance of the fourth building. He went upstairs.

When he arrived at the door of apartment 201, he pressed the doorbell. After the doorbell rang twice, the security door was pushed open from the inside. A middle-aged woman stood at the door. She looked at him with disdain and said, "It's you old beggar again. Are you f * cking looking for trouble again? I'm telling you, I was just about to look for you. Your son beat up my son until he's schizophrenic. I want to ask you for the medical fees, mental damages, and nutrition fees. The total is fifty thousand yuan. Not a single cent less. Hurry up and give me the money. Otherwise, I'll have Old Lu put you in the detention center. "

The old man looked at her with a gloomy face and asked, "Where's Lu? And your son? " The woman felt that something was wrong with him, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. She frowned and said, "Why are you asking about them? Do you want to take revenge on them? I'm telling you, they're not at home. "The old man asked," Where did they go? "The woman sneered and said," Why would I tell you where they went? Why should I tell you? You idiot, cut the f * cking crap. Hurry up and give me the money. It's fifty thousand yuan. I don't want much. Hurry up and give it to me. If you don't, I'll call my husband to arrest you. Are you going to give it to me or not?! " The old man was so angry that his mouth trembled. He pointed at her and said, "You … you're so f * cking shameless. You're the one who accused me first. It was your son who beat up my son …"

The woman turned around and went into the house. She scolded, "Old man, I'll let you play dumb. See if I don't call Old Lu back to teach you a lesson …" She walked into the living room while cursing, but forgot to close the door.

The old man was so angry that his hand had already reached for the handle of the kitchen knife at his waist. However, when he remembered that it was the Lu father and son who had harmed him and his son, and it had nothing to do with this woman, he let go of his hand. Since the father and son were not at home, he decided to go downstairs and wait. He didn't want to be scolded by this woman, so he turned around and went downstairs.

He waited downstairs for more than an hour until he saw a boy who was not tall but looked fierce. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old and was humming a song as he walked over. He looked familiar. It seemed that he was the classmate who had injured his son. He tried to call out, "Lu Bing?" The boy stopped and shouted, "Who are you? How do you know me? "The old man walked over and said angrily," I'm Wang Xiaoning's father. Don't you recognize me? You're so cruel to your classmate at such a young age … "Lu Bing sneered and said," Oh, you're that good-for-nothing's father. Old good-for-nothing? I seem to have seen you before. You f * cking idiot. Of course, you have to be cruel in a fight. If you're not cruel, who will be afraid of you? Your son deserves to be beaten. Who told him to block my way? He's lucky that I didn't beat him to death. What, you don't agree? If you don't, I'll beat you too! "

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