Chapter 26 The Twenty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away The Twenty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 26 The Twenty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away The Twenty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away...

Of course, Chen Bozheng couldn't just get rid of Boss Song like that.

He thoughtfully reported all the good deeds that Zhuang Dahu and Song Laoda's men had done in the past to the Public Security Bureau.

Chen Bozheng knew, of course, that Song Laoda was no good person.

From the very beginning of his cooperation with Boss Song, he kept a secret and had been collecting information on Boss Song all along.

No matter how careful and meticulous Song Laoda is, he can't change his dark history of involvement in organized crime when he first entered society.

As for Zhuang Dahu, he's no good either. He bullies men and women, collects protection money, and now he's involved in the trade of imported waste. These things are enough to give Zhuang Dahu and his family a headache.

"You! You actually had someone report my brother!" Zhuang Danu finally got a chance to see Boss Song, and she immediately started cursing.

At first, Boss Song didn't understand, but after he understood the reason, his face changed, and he stood up excitedly, "I didn't do any of this, it was Chen Bozheng! It must be him!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhuang Daniu didn't believe Song Laoda at all. Although they were husband and wife, their relationship had long since broken down. In addition, Zhuang Daniu and her father had overheard Chen Bozheng's conversation with Song Laoda. How could they possibly trust Song Laoda now? "My dad had someone investigate that Boss Zhou. He's one of your men. You're ruthless. How have we wronged you? Even if we've argued and fought over the years of our marriage, you can't treat my brother like this!"

Song Laoda was almost driven to his death by Zhuang Daniu.

He was furious and said in a low voice, "You idiot, shut up! Listen to me, I was framed. Chen Bo is deliberately trying to harm us."

Zhuang Daniu sneered, crossing her arms. "Keep making things up. I want to see how well you can make it sound convincing. Isn't Chen Bozheng one of yours? He borrowed 40,000 yuan from you. Your relationship is better than mine."

Upon hearing this, Song Laoda's forehead veins throbbed with anger, but he couldn't find a way to explain.

"Anyway, find a way to get me released on bail. Once I'm out, we can discuss things further!"

Zhuang Daniu stared at Song Laoda with a mocking expression on her face.

"You wish!"

“My brother is going to jail now, and you won’t get away with it either! Song Zhongmin, over the years, I’ve had plenty of dirt on you. Just wait and see, you’ll be eating your fill in jail.”

She said those words and turned to leave.

No matter how much Song Laoda called her, she refused to stay.

Gunzi received the news three days later that Song Laoda and his brother-in-law were fighting each other to the death and both had been arrested.

Upon inquiring, Gunzi discovered that the matter was actually related to Boss Zhou's imported waste.

He was immediately stunned and broke out in a cold sweat.

When he got home, Gunzi told his wife to pack up their things without saying a word, since the house had already been rented out, and then he ran away in a panic.

"Hey, Stick's room is all empty. Looks like he's really gone," Fatty said excitedly as he came in from outside.

Chen Bo hummed in response but didn't say anything.

Lin Qingfeng sneered: "He's quick on his feet. If he were slow, I'd like to see how he explains Boss Zhou's matter to us."

"Let him go, what's the point of arguing with him?" Chen Bozheng didn't really take the stick seriously.

After finishing the account book, he divided the money into six parts. The thickest part was for Wen Chan, the next thickest for Chen Bozheng, and the remaining part was for Fatty and the others.

"The last batch of clothes has been sold. All the money we've earned recently is here. Everyone, please count it." Chen Bozheng said, "Check if the amount is correct."

Liu Yan looked at the stack of money in front of her and hesitated, "Is this too much? I should only have a little over 10,000, but there's probably 30,000 or 40,000 here."

“That’s too much,” Chen Bozheng said. “We’ve discussed it. This time, the sales of clothes will mostly rely on your connections. Giving you a dollar per garment is a bit too little, so we’ll all give you a dollar and fifty cents.”

“Yes, just take it,” Lin Qingfeng said. “Besides, that stall was yours in the first place. Without your help, we would have had to figure out how to find a stall.”

Liu Yan touched her forehead sheepishly, "Then I'll accept it."

Chen Bozheng laughed and said, "Let's count them all and see if they're correct."

Wen Chan's share was the largest; she counted it and found it to be over 300,000 yuan. Chen Bozheng, on the other hand, didn't take much; he gave his profits to Fatty and the others.

"I'm rich! I'm really rich! I never thought I, Fatty, would have 60,000 yuan in my hands one day!" Fatty counted the money, his eyes shining. "If I used this to build a house back home, how big would it be!"

Lin Qingfeng had over 80,000 yuan in his hand, about the same as a monk. He was also beaming with joy. "I'll keep this 10,000 yuan for household expenses. My younger brother and sister won't have to worry about tuition fees in the future. I can also buy a TV and two bicycles for the family."

Seeing their excitement, Chen Bozheng couldn't help but smile, and he met Wen Chan's gaze.

After counting the money, Wen Chan looked at Chen Bozheng and asked, "What are you planning to do next? Continue making clothes?"

Chen Bo hesitated for a moment and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. We've been extremely busy lately, let's take a break for half a month first."

“No rest is fine too.” The fat man immediately raised his hand: “As long as we can continue to make money, we’re not afraid of being tired.”

"It's no use if you think you're not afraid of getting tired; I need to rest." Chen Bo looked at Wen Chan. "Now that we have money, where do you want to go for fun?"

The fat man reacted quickly: "No need to say anything, let's eat our way through all the good restaurants in Beijing first!"

Wen Chan smiled slightly, "I'm fine with anything."

The weather in Beijing in October is very cool. For several days in a row, Chen Bo was leading everyone around to play. He is a native of Beijing and started working at a young age. He used to be a tour guide. He knows better than anyone where there are fun things to do and good things to eat in Beijing.

When Wen Chan had time to enjoy life in her previous life, Beijing was already a food wasteland. It's surprising that Beijing had quite a lot of delicious food in the 1990s.

"We didn't buy enough mutton pies. We'll have to deliver them to every household in the compound. It won't be enough." The fat man was really generous. He was willing to buy more to share with his neighbors when he made money.

These days, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. Besides, when they were doing business, so many people came and went, and the neighbors never said a word against it.

It's not appropriate to give money directly to the neighbors now that I've made some. Buying some good food and distributing it to each household will make the neighbors feel less guilty.

"Chen Bozheng".

As Chen Bozheng and his group were chatting and laughing, two people who were squatting next to the entrance of the courtyard stood up and called out to Chen Bozheng.

Wen Chan reacted quickly. She was stunned when she first saw the two people. The two people were unfamiliar and obviously strangers, but they didn't seem to be from the same group.

The tall, muscular guy on the left has a buzz cut and a fierce look; he's the kind of person people would give way to if he walked down the street. The guy on the right is a pretty boy in an Armani suit; at first glance, he looks like someone you could easily bully.

"Brother Lin?" Chen Bozheng was surprised to see the person who came. He went up to greet him and hugged Brother Lin.

"When did you come out? Why didn't you let us know? We could have come to pick you up."

Upon hearing this, Wen Chan knew that the person had just been released from prison.

No wonder he shaved his head.

She sized up the young man, her doubts growing. The two of them together seemed even more incongruous.

"We haven't been out for long. Let's go inside and talk. I need to talk to you." Brother Lin smiled, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

Chen Bo hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, let's go. Have you eaten?"

Everyone went back to the west courtyard together.

The fat man, sensing the situation, quickly went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

Wen Chan grabbed him and asked, "Who is Brother Lin?"

The fat man glanced outside and whispered, "He was a big shot in the underworld back in '83. He's been in jail for several years now. I heard he was sentenced to more than ten years, but I didn't expect him to be out so soon."

"How did you get in?" Wen Chan inquired.

The fat man chuckled and sat down on the coal stove with water: "Brother Lin was standing up for his brother. His brother drives a sports car, and his goods were stolen. The boss insisted that his brother stole them and demanded compensation. Imagine, tens of thousands of yuan worth of goods—how could he possibly pay that? Brother Lin stood up for his brother, but that ruthless boss hired a hitman. Who knew the hitman couldn't beat Brother Lin? Instead, Brother Lin killed the hitman and got him arrested."

Wen Chan listened, stunned and half-believing, "Really? An assassin?"

The fat man was both amused and exasperated. "Would I lie to you? It's absolutely true. This Brother Lin isn't a bad person at all. He's just unlucky. If he had run away, he wouldn't have had to go to jail. But he's honest. He said he'd pay for his crime with his life and not implicate his brothers, so he turned himself in."

When Wen Chan and Fatty came out.

Chen Bo was talking to Brother Lin and the pretty boy.

Brother Lin crossed his arms, rubbing his thumbs against the back of his hands, his face full of difficulty: "Zhengzi, I'll just tell you directly, this time it was Boss Song who sent me to find you."

"Song Zhongmin?" Chen Bozheng's eyelids twitched. He looked at Brother Lin, started making tea, and his expression didn't change much. "Brother Lin, when did you become so close to Boss Song?"

Brother Lin sighed. "How could I befriend him? I'm not stupid; I know what kind of person he is. Don't worry, I'm not here to take revenge on you on his orders. I, Lin Zhiyong, wouldn't do something like that. The thing is, my brothers and I aren't young anymore, we have families to support, and we can't afford to mess around like before. We were thinking of starting a business. We learned some skills in prison; we're not good at much else, but we're good at car repair and driving. Xiao He has connections and can help us by supplying us with tools and materials. We were originally planning to partner with Boss Song, rent a place, and open a car repair shop. Boss Song even promised to invest a million yuan in us. But now that he's in jail, it's all gone. Xiao He has already secured orders, and my brothers are waiting to start work. What am I supposed to do?"