Chapter 164: Yan Jiefang also ran away, taking the opportunity to flee to Sijiucheng

Yan Bugui was silent, then raised his hand to signal San Dama to shut up, while Yan Bugui closed his eyes to ponder the pros and cons.

If he wanted the money back, he could only report to the police. However, once he did this, it meant that Yan Bugui had completely torn his face with Yan Jiecheng. Once the police took action, it wouldn't be as simple as just getting the money back. Yan Jiecheng would also be locked up, and it might not be impossible to go to the bitter kiln.

However, if he didn't do this, it was impossible to get the money back.

Is money important, or is a son important? For ordinary people, this is a confusing problem.

However, Yan Bugui was not an ordinary person, and Yan Bugui was not confused.

Yan Bugui directly chose money, so Yan Bugui reported to the security department of the unit. However, the security department of the unit couldn't manage this kind of thing, saying that it was not within their jurisdiction.

If Yan Jiecheng was in the school, even if it was in the factory attached to the school, the security department said they could manage it. However, now Yan Jiecheng was in Sijiucheng and had a formal job, so the security department said they couldn't manage it.

Yan Bugui reported the case to the local police station again, and the local police station also said they couldn't manage it.

People didn't want to cause this kind of trouble at all. If they really wanted to manage it, they would have to cross mountains and rivers to Sijiucheng. The key was that nearly two thousand yuan was indeed a big case, but this was the internal contradiction of the Yan family. If it wasn't handled well, they would get into trouble. Simply, people said this was your family's internal contradiction, so it was better to find a leader to mediate.

In the end, Yan Bugui still called Director Wang of Sijiucheng.

"What? You said Yan Jiecheng stole the money in your house?" Director Wang asked in disbelief.

It was really a long time to see. The matter of a father accusing his son actually happened, and it was under his own jurisdiction. Director Wang felt that he was unlucky for eight lifetimes. Why were there so many strange things in his jurisdiction?

"Are you sure you want me to report to the police station?" Director Wang asked.

It was really a long time to see. The matter of a father accusing his son actually happened, and it was under his own jurisdiction. Director Wang felt that he was unlucky for eight lifetimes. Why were there so many strange things in his jurisdiction?

"Sure and certain. I don't want to do this either, but Jiecheng refuses to admit that he stole the money. Since Yan Jiecheng is unrighteous, I can only be unrighteous and destroy my relatives with righteousness," Yan Bugui said righteously.

"You are destroying your relatives with righteousness, you are clearly reluctant to part with the money," Director Wang thought to himself.

Since Yan Bugui had a request, Director Wang reported the case for Yan Bugui.

"This Yan family, they don't stop even after leaving," Station Chief Zhang said helplessly after receiving the report.

Station Chief Zhang could only take two subordinates to find Yan Jiecheng to understand the situation.

Thanks to He Yuzhu, now, the police station could no longer go directly to the unit to catch people. Even with the cooperation of the unit's security department, it wouldn't work. To catch and interrogate people, there must be the factory office, factory labor union, factory party office, and Yan Jiecheng's direct leader present. If it was a woman, there must also be people from the factory women's federation present.

Facing the joint trial, Yan Jiecheng was not afraid at all, and not panicked at all.

If he was only facing the security department and the police station, Yan Jiecheng might have been unable to hold on long ago. However, facing the joint trial, Yan Jiecheng was not afraid of anything.

Because, in front of so many leaders, whether it was the security department or the police station, they couldn't beat people. Since they couldn't beat people, what was there to be afraid of?

Yan Jiecheng focused on biting the green hills and not letting go, refusing to admit it.

Station Chief Zhang was very helpless. The current interrogation method was mostly based on hands-on. Now that hands-on was not allowed, most of his skills were abolished.

Station Chief Zhang couldn't take Yan Jiecheng away. Yan Jiecheng insisted that if you want to interrogate, you must interrogate in the factory. If you take me away, I'm afraid you will force a confession.

Yan Jiecheng also said that as long as I don't die, I will go to the gate of Zhongnanhai and smash my head against the stone lion.

As soon as Yan Jiecheng said this, everyone present turned black-faced. They had no way to deal with Yan Jiecheng. They didn't dare to bet on whether Yan Jiecheng would do this. If they really forced Yan Jiecheng, and Yan Jiecheng really smashed his head against the stone lion, everyone present, one by one, couldn't run away.

The reason why everyone present was so sure was because the Rolling Mill had a precedent.

This led to the fact that if they wanted to find out whether Yan Jiecheng was guilty, they had to produce evidence, and they couldn't use the set of "doubtful guilt from nothing".

"Since Yan Bugui swears that it was Yan Jiecheng who took the money in the house, and Yan Jiecheng insists that he didn't take it, I suggest searching the house," Station Chief Zhang suggested.

Now, although Station Chief Zhang was the chief interrogator, there were many deputy interrogators, and Station Chief Zhang could only suggest many things.

This was tied hands and feet for Station Chief Zhang, but this kind of thing was a great thing for people with units.

"Agree." Everyone agreed. This was the normal case handling process, and there was nothing to disagree with.

Yan Jiecheng strongly demanded that the factory must also bring people to search, and the factory leaders must be present.

Station Chief Zhang's face immediately turned black. This clearly showed that Yan Jiecheng was afraid of being framed.

Everyone present went to Yan Jiecheng's house in the Siheyuan to search. Since Yan Jiecheng dared to call people, he naturally made full preparations.

Don't say searching for Big Black Ten in the house, even if you search for some small change, it would be your ability.

Yan Jiecheng had long put the money into an iron box and dug a large deep pit in a desolate corner outside the Siheyuan to bury it. Yan Jiecheng believed that as long as he held on for a period of time, he could take the money out.

Even if Station Chief Zhang found the money outside, Yan Jiecheng could completely refuse to admit it.

The back-row room Yan Jiecheng rented was only one room, and the area was very small. Station Chief Zhang's people didn't find any money at all.

Station Chief Zhang wanted to continue the investigation and ask where the money for buying the job position came from. However, things like buying a job position could only be done privately and could not be brought to the table.

Now, in front of so many printing factory leaders, Station Chief Zhang didn't dare to ask this question. If he asked, it would be equivalent to putting this matter on the table.

At that time, it wouldn't just be Yan Jiecheng, but against the entire hidden rules. If Station Chief Zhang really did this, he wouldn't be far from being dealt with.

Station Chief Zhang wisely didn't continue the interrogation.

Station Chief Zhang organized the transcript, copied a copy, let everyone present sign and press their fingerprints, and then mailed this copy of the transcript to Yan Bugui.

It indicated that there was no evidence for this matter, and it couldn't prove that it was Yan Jiecheng who took the money, and finally ended with Yan Jiecheng being released without guilt.

Yan Bugui waited bitterly in the Third Front for more than ten days, not only waiting for this judgment and transcript, but also waiting for Yan Jiecheng's statement of breaking off relations.

Yan Jiecheng took this opportunity to directly publish a statement of breaking off relations with Yan Bugui under the witness of the Street Office, police station, and unit.

Yan Bugui was so angry that he almost fainted. Even if he didn't faint, Yan Bugui was so angry that he lay in bed directly and couldn't get out of bed for half a month.

"Old Yan, could it be that it really wasn't Jiecheng who took the money, but it was swapped on the way?" San Dama said.

Yan Bugui also dared not guarantee it was one hundred percent impossible; in this era, there were many capable and extraordinary people, and there was no shortage of eighth-grade "locksmiths" on trains. If one were truly targeted by such an expert, it was not impossible to lose the money.

"It was Yan Jiecheng who took the money," Yan Bugui said, gritting his teeth.

Although Yan Bugui was now somewhat wavering, he still remained stubborn. Based on Yan Bugui's understanding of Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiecheng was very timid and could never withstand an interrogation at the police station. How could Yan Bugui know that the current police station was different from before, and one could no longer act recklessly and do whatever one pleased?

"You say Jiecheng took the money, but the police station doesn't say so. I think it's because of you; if you hadn't insisted on me checking the money on the train, we wouldn't have been targeted."

"If we hadn't been targeted, the money wouldn't have been lost; if the money hadn't been lost, you wouldn't have misunderstood Jiecheng; if you hadn't misunderstood Jiecheng, Jiecheng wouldn't have severed ties with us," San Dama began to sob uncontrollably, "Woo-woo~."

San Dama felt heartbroken that the money was gone, and also heartbroken that Yan Jiecheng had severed ties with them. If the two were compared, San Dama still felt more heartbroken that the money was gone.

After all, if this son Yan Jiecheng was gone, she still had two sons and one daughter, but if the money was gone, it was truly gone.

"Stop crying, it's annoying as hell," Yan Bugui roared angrily.

"I will cry, I'll just cry! You say you were doing fine, why did you have to provoke Shazhu? You also said 'if you don't eat, you won't be poor; if you don't drink, you won't be poor; if you can't calculate, you'll stay poor.' And what was the result? You calculated against Shazhu, and were sent to the Third Front by Shazhu. The money is gone, and the son is gone too..." San Dama shrieked.

San Dama was not being unreasonable, nor was she picking a fight to stab at Yan Bugui's heart; it was mainly because so much money had been lost that San Dama was heartbroken to the extreme and was taking the opportunity to vent.

Yan Bugui naturally knew what San Dama was thinking, so he stopped arguing with her and instead closed his eyes and played dead on the bed.

"Dad, Mom, stop arguing. I believe what my dad said; the money at home must have been taken by Big Brother. Everyone knows Big Brother's character. If Big Brother wasn't holding so much money, with his cowardice, how could he dare to stay in Sijiucheng alone?"

"What's more, my brother even bought a job. The Street Office only believes that my brother borrowed this money; I don't believe this money was borrowed by my brother at all. My brother must have used the family's money to buy the job position," Yan Jiekua suddenly spoke up.

"Then why didn't the police station say so?" San Dama asked.

"I don't know how the police station interrogated him, but I know my big brother," Yan Jiekua said.

Yan Bugui and San Dama looked at each other, indicating that Yan Jiekua's words had hit the root of the matter. The mountains were high and the emperor was far away; they indeed did not know how the police station interrogated him, as they had not seen it with their own eyes. However, they did know Yan Jiecheng.

"Jiekua, what are your thoughts? As long as you get the money back, I'll have your mother make you braised pork belly," Yan Bugui asked impatiently.

"Dad, Mom, I'm prepared to make a trip back to Sijiucheng. Actually, it would be best for you, Dad, to return to Sijiucheng yourself, but they might not let you leave," Yan Jiekua said.

Yan Bugui nodded, understanding the meaning behind Yan Jiekua's words—wasn't it just fearing that he would run away and not come back?

"I don't have concerns in that regard. I'll go home and force my brother to spit out the money," Yan Jiekua said.

"What method do you have to make your brother take out the money?" Yan Bugui asked.

"Speaking of which, this method was learned from Shazhu: scare my brother. If my brother doesn't take the money out, I'll go to the Square and hold up a sign, or go to Zhongnanhai and smash my head against the stone lions."

"If this matter alarms those above, they will definitely send people to investigate. The police station might not be able to find anything, but the people from above might not necessarily be the same; they are professionals."

"I will use this to scare my brother. My brother is so timid; after being scared like this, he will definitely take the money out. If he doesn't take the money out, I will really do it. If he doesn't let us have a good life, we won't let him have a good life either," Yan Jiekua said.

"Good, let's do it that way!" Yan Bugui said readily, his mood also inexplicably much better.

San Dama also stopped crying, and there was a smile on her face.

"There's no time to lose. Dad, take me to get the introduction letter right now. The sooner I arrive in Sijiucheng, the more money I can get back. Heaven knows if my brother will squander the money during this time." After Yan Jiekua finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, meaning for Yan Bugui to give him money.

Even at such a point, Yan Bugui was stingy by nature and began to calculate how much money Yan Jiekua would spend on this trip, calculating it down to the last cent—not a penny more—and that was just for travel expenses.

Yan Bugui only gave Yan Jiekua fifty cents, and Yan Jiekua was dumbfounded. Going such a long way back to Sijiucheng, even if you don't give a few dozen yuan, you should at least give ten or eight yuan, right? What is giving fifty cents supposed to mean?

"Dad, give me more money. What if there's an accident on the way?" Yan Jiekua said.

"There won't be any accidents. Why do you need so much money? I'll buy your ticket; I'll have the leader write your introduction letter; I'll have your mother prepare your food and drink for the road. You won't be able to spend a single cent; giving you one yuan is already for backup," Yan Bugui said triumphantly.

This sentence from Yan Bugui also completely extinguished the fluke and the last trace of reluctance in Yan Jiekua's heart.

Yan Jiekua's plan was that once he went to Sijiucheng, he wouldn't return to the Third Front; at worst, he would remit some money to Yan Bugui. Now, Yan Bugui's calculation completely chilled Yan Jiekua's heart. After all, Yan Jiekua was doing this for Yan Bugui, and this was how Yan Bugui treated him.

Yan Jiekua decided to be like Yan Jiecheng and completely break away from this family.

After obtaining the introduction letter and the train ticket, Yan Jiekua took the household registration book and other materials and left this home without looking back.

Before leaving, Yan Bugui was still constantly nagging Yan Jiekua to send the money back as soon as possible.

Only after Yan Jiekua boarded the train did he heave a sigh of relief.

After Yan Jiekua arrived in Sijiucheng by train, he found Yan Jiecheng for the first time.

"Why did you come?" Yan Jiecheng asked in confusion.

"Brother, why I came, don't you understand yet? Don't say you didn't take the family's money; that trick of yours might fool them, but it can't fool me."

"Buy me a job position, then separate my household registration, and help me publish a statement severing ties with the family, and this matter will be over."

"If you don't agree, then I'll go to the front of the Zhongnanhai gate and smash my head against the stone lions. You can fool the people at the police station and the Street Office, but I don't believe you dare to fool the people from above," Yan Jiekua said in a deep voice.

"Are you trying to latch onto me?" Yan Jiecheng said with a dark face.

"I am latching onto you, so what? Why can you take the family's money, but I can't? The family's money has your share and my share."

"Either you beat me to death right now, or you do as I say. Anyway, I can't stand going back to that home. If you don't do it for me, I'll starve to death anyway. Since I'm going to starve to death, I'll drag someone down with me; if we're going to die, we'll die together," Yan Jiekua said viciously.

"I... you... fine, I'll do as you say. Let this matter end here." Yan Jiecheng dared not gamble on whether Yan Jiekua would actually do such a thing, so he had to compromise.

"Give me another two hundred yuan for living expenses," Yan Jiekua took the opportunity to say.

"Don't push your luck," Yan Jiecheng said angrily.

"I'm not pushing my luck. Dad lost a total of one thousand eight hundred and sixty yuan. You spent at most six hundred buying the job, plus rent and so on, at most another twenty yuan deducted. You still have one thousand two hundred and forty in your hands. Subtracting the six hundred yuan for me to buy a job, you still have six hundred and forty. What's wrong with you giving me two hundred yuan?" Yan Jiekua said.

(End of chapter)