The people from the Provincial Public Security Department were preparing to come to Xi County, while Yang Rui sent Shi Gui to Pingjiang and asked him to ask Zhang Boming at Hedong University and Provincial Government Middle School.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy will never be defeated. Zhang Boming has no one under his command, so he can only come to Xi County to find out the news, but he ended up getting caught. Yang Rui learned his lesson and asked Shi Gui to help inquire.

Shi Gui relied on Yang Rui and earned thousands of yuan in a short period of time, allowing him to run away to learn about the news. Even if he delayed his business, he would not complain. On the other hand, Shi Gui, who has been selling pirated books, also knows how to deal with inquiries, seek profit and avoid harm, and set up two stalls at Hedong University and Provincial Government Middle School, which can be regarded as hiding his identity.

After calling, Yang Rui turned around and returned to the credit union and directly asked Zhang Boming for questioning.

Zhang Boming was locked up for a long time, and he was so angry that he felt even more scared. He kept asking Yang Rui: "What is the note you stuffed in my notebook?"

Yang Rui smiled and asked, "What are you worried about?"

"In that notebook, I always only write poetry and not anything else. Many people know that you don't want to frame me."

"How did you know I frame you?"

"If you don't frame me, what do you do if you make a note?" Zhang Boming said twice, expressing his disbelief, and said, "I know what you want."

"What do you think?" Yang Rui didn't understand the interrogation skills and didn't pursue that. He just kept in mind that he would not leak information here, and he would calculate as much information as he got.

Zhang Boming was at a disadvantage and didn't care about thinking so much. Instead, he wanted to deceive Yang Rui: "You have stuffed inappropriate poems in my notebook. I tell you, your set is not enough, and the person who checked is not stupid. If you don't say that the handwriting is the same, just say poetry. If you compile one, you can say that it was written by me. Poetry also has a poetic style. You can't learn my Zhang Boming's poetry style."

"It's quite arrogant." Yang Rui commented with a smile.

"This is not arrogance, it is self-confidence. If you ask in Pingjiang, can you write my poems by Zhang Boming?" Zhang Boming was so angry that he couldn't help but add another sentence: "Don't look at your Yang Rui's first in the preliminaries, except for the exam, I guess you can't do anything. You can learn it, just like a machine..."

He added accents to the two words pre-examination.

Yang Rui said disrespectfully: "You mean high scores and low energy."

"Just know it yourself." Zhang Boming felt that it could hit Yang Rui, and said, "Don't look at your good exam now, that's your conditions. When I took the college entrance examination, I didn't even have time to review. When I arrived at university, you would understand that the scores are high now and there is no use for nothing."

Yang Rui doesn't care if he is said to be high and low. If you can be scolded like this, you must first get high scores. It's like being scolded "It's so great to be rich". If you change your thinking, you can achieve an achievement.

Yang Rui continued: "So, you think you are quite capable. What are you good at? If you don't know how to understand poetry."

Zhang Boming refused to admit defeat and said in a disdainful tone: "Play the piano, play the erhu, play the harmonica, draw oil paintings, jump to the national standard..."

His mother, as a diplomat, had a wide range of interests and cultivated Zhang Boming's basic music and painting skills. After he went to college, the domestic political environment was relaxed, and Zhang Boming's surging interest was out of control in the school. Even if the children who were far inferior to those who had been trained since childhood, they also existed like a unique school grass on the Chinese campus in the 1980s.

Yang Rui turned his head and could guess the treatment of Zhang Boming, who can play the piano, dance and paint in school. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "If you learn oil painting, you must learn the human body. Have you ever painted it?"

"Whoever says oil painting must be painted *." Zhang Boming was a little panicked and then smiled again: "If you want to use this excuse to mess with me, I advise you not to waste your worries. First, I only paint landscapes, and second, my paintings are given to others..."

"Xiao Zhang, stop talking, silence is gold." Lan Guoqing had to interrupt Zhang Boming. He didn't say anything in front of him, thinking that Zhang Boming would suffer a small loss. Anyway, his father was Zhang Shengqi, so he could get him out. But it would be bad to say too much. If he was punished for a hooligan and was sentenced to serious or not, it would be bad first. Lan Guoqing himself, who came with him, was also easily implicated.

When Zhang Boming was reminded, he calmed down, sneered twice, and closed his mouth.

Yang Rui also sneered twice, stood up and said, "Brother Li, please change your room for Zhang Boming. The two of them stayed in the office, and they were very bored."

Brother Li is a monk and smiled and said, "Just call me Lao Li, don't call Brother Li."

"You are my cousin's colleague, and my name is Brother Li." Yang Rui said politely and said, "Let's find two more people. The access restrictions are stricter, and there is a replacement."

"Okay, I'll call two more people up." The monk said, shouting downstairs twice, and called two policemen up.

Since Duan Hang started working, he has been in the county criminal police team, from a small soldier to a captain. In addition to helping at home, he also has his own skills, which has won a group of people to unite by his side. Monks and others were chosen by him to help, and they were all trustworthy people.

Zhang Boming was pulled out of the room, Lan Guoqing reminded him, "Don't talk nonsense, if you have nothing to do, don't talk."

"You guys are arresting people..." Zhang Boming also shouted, but before he finished speaking, he was punched in the stomach by the monk. His face turned blue and he kept retching.

The monk had no sympathy and pulled his hair and arms, threw it in the storage room next door, and threatened: "If you call me again, let you taste the eighteen martial arts."

Zhang Boming was so painful that he couldn't speak, so he glared at the monk fiercely with his eyes.

The monk said "其" and stepped into the room, raised his big slap in his palm fan and prepared to give Zhang Boming a try.

Zhang Boming covered his stomach, closed his eyes, and was ready to suffer this.

The monk's slap hit Zhang Boming's face and suddenly stopped it.

Zhang Boming and others were about to tremble, and they didn't feel the slap. They opened their eyes again and sneered: "Why, don't you dare?"

"You guy is very smart." The monk smiled: "You want me to print your face and leave evidence. I will teach you good deeds."

After saying that, the monk circled his fists and lifted Zhang Boming, and gave him two fists in the kidneys with a bang. The heart-wrenching pain made Zhang Boming roll all over the ground.

The monk looked around, took a stack of old reports from the shelf, put them in a rag bag, pressed them on Zhang Boming's chest, and then fucked them happily.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The cloth bag and the old paper made a dull ensemble sound. Zhang Boming only shouted for a moment, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

The monk's techniques are all made by beating people. The reason why the little gangsters on the street or the big gangsters in the county meet the police is because the police beat people more ruthless than themselves. Otherwise, if they were sentenced to labor camp for half a year, they would be like recuperating and would not be afraid at all.

Zhang Boming never "enjoyed" this kind of treatment. In front of the monk who seriously beat people, his internal organs seemed to be twisted into a ball, then squeezed, and twisted into a ball, almost unable to perform normal functions, so he could not scream, and he didn't even cry when he howled.

Yang Rui passed by the door and looked at it, not feeling pity.

Zhang Boming came to cause trouble for him. If he succeeded, Yang Rui might be the one who enjoyed this treatment.

However, it is not good for the police to beat people. Yang Rui kindly helped the monk close the door of the storage room so that no one would see him by passing by again.

Zhang Boming was beaten up for five minutes. The monk took a sip of water from the big tea jar and stopped and said, "This is just a warm-up. If you ask for trouble, it will not be so easy, do you understand?"

Zhang Boming stood up with his legs lame and said nothing.

The monk grinned his teeth, put down the big teapot with a "bang", and said, "You kid, okay, I'll teach you the rules."

He turned around and opened the door, shouting downstairs: "Sheep Head, come up."

Turning his head, the monk smiled at Zhang Boming and said, "The Sheep Head is the most playful thing in our team. Even murderers can teach the rules, so that he knows that death is easier than living. I think you can last for a few minutes."

"My father is the director of the Water Resources Department." Zhang Boming said weakly.

The monk curled his lips and said, "Your dad is amazing. He has the ability to send me to the township police station."

It is quite difficult to dismiss a public official now. Transfer and exile are the most serious way to deal with it. Zhang Shengqi is not the direct leader of the Public Security Bureau. The more a soldier he is, the more difficult it is to deal with it.

The criminal police team is full of old ruffians and Duan Hang's loyal friends, so they are not afraid of Zhang Boming's hidden threats. Over the years, not only have one or two senior cadres offended. Some of the young people who kicked old cadres in the bullpen were steadily officials, but the monks only care about Xixian. At most, they just look at the direction of the Nanhu area. They respect the senior officials in the provincial capital, but they may not be afraid of them.

Sheep Head is a young man with a pointed head, with a smile on his lips, a little thin. He went upstairs and beat Zhang Boming up without saying a word.

His skills were better than those of monks. He beat Zhang Boming's lips and his eyes straightened, but he just glanced at him and said, "It's okay" and continued to beat him.

After the beating, the Sheep Head said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't want to be beaten, you stand up straight for me, raise your arms, raise them on your chest, and hold an enamel tank on your head. If the enamel tank falls down or water overflows, you'll be beaten. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Zhang Boming didn't want to be beaten anymore, it hurts so much.

So, under the command of Sheep Head, Zhang Boming raised his arms flat to both sides, and his head was pressed against an enamel tank, and he didn't dare to move.

This posture looks simple, but it is difficult for ordinary people to stick to, especially the neck cannot move, and it will soon become sore and swelling.

Zhang Boming twisted his neck quietly, and with a slight "pop", the enamel jar fell to the ground.

Sheephead kicked him without hesitation and said, "Pick it up and continue to hold on."

"What does it mean to be this?" Zhang Boming asked in a low voice.

Sheep head smiled and said, "This is the rule."

After saying that, he kicked Zhang Boming's inner thigh again.

Zhang Boming shrank like a bullied little animal, and obediently picked up the enamel jar and pressed it on his head again.

Zhang Boming was on the site rules, while Yang Rui contacted Shi Gui as quickly as possible and said: "Your investigation will change to another direction. Ask me what activities Zhang Boming has organized in recent years. You should try to record the time of the event, the participants, the content of the event, and how much is calculated."

Shi Gui was puzzled: "What are you doing when investigating this? Zhang Boming belongs to the student union, and it is common for him to organize activities."

"Zhang Boming likes literature, can play the piano and dance, so I don't believe he doesn't organize dances and parties." Yang Rui's voice was unspeakable and said, "If you organize a dance, you will contact female students. Zhang Boming is handsome and can't say that there is no girl who has thrown her arms into her arms. In short, you first investigate the information about the activity, and I will ask Yu Feng to go back and ask someone for you. By the way, Zhang Boming said that his paintings were given to people, and it was hard to say that they were given to female classmates. You can ask."

Shi Gui still didn't understand and said, "What can he do if he organizes and participates in the dance party?"

"What can happen depends on how he can do." Yang Rui didn't remember the month of crackdown, but it must have been 1983, which is the case this year.

As long as I hold Zhang Boming's handle on this, once the crackdown begins, no matter how powerful I am, I will not dare to act rashly.

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Chapter completed!