Chapter 752: Enthusiastic Masses

Don't brag about who's tough or who's steady; if you're not sick, walk two steps.

Li Xuewu wouldn't dare say that just because he's keeping an eye on things and a large group of people are taking care of it, everything at the recycling station is hunky-dory and needs no further attention.

He constantly reminds himself to be cautious and prudent, and he also emphasized confidence and seriousness at the meeting, keeping his head down and burying himself in his work.

Keep a low profile and do things thoroughly.

Right now, Ye Ye Erye is collecting antiques and wholesaling Red Books and badges; he is truly dancing on the tip of a knife.

This is a job only Ye Ye Erye could do; if it were anyone else, Li Xuewu wouldn't dare touch it.

The things under the backyard warehouse were moved away last week; no one helped over at the side rooms, they only heard the sound of a vehicle.

Where the items went, no one knows; Li Xuewu had Ye Ye Erye keep the ledger separately, and the money will be allocated back along with the vegetables.

There are simply too many "special scraps"—bronze ware, pottery, jade, calligraphy and paintings, lacquerware, jadeite, agate, porcelain, and so on; there are even bone artifacts. The collecting circle in the capital has truly encountered a big "buyer."

All "special scraps" were acquired at scrap prices, but there's just so much of it.

For precious items like jadeite and agate that weren't convenient to buy with money, Ye Ye Erye used Red Books to trade for them.

Red Books have a price, but ideology is priceless!

Old Biaozi doesn't know what Li Xuewu wants these things for, but he does point the way for those little brats from time to time, identifying a few "old customers" who had previously snatched up antiques.

Heh! These people have really run into bad luck; who could withstand the treatment from those little brats?

Unlike before, these little brats all know now that smashing things and setting them on fire is meaningless.

What is the meaning?

The meaning is that these things should be melted down and remade, contributing bricks and tiles to the cause of construction—that is the right way.

Therefore, these dregs of the old era will all be sent to the recycling station to be exchanged for Red Books, achieving a win-win situation for the organization and the individual.

The recycling station has also achieved a win-win: winning antiques once, and winning by selling books and badges once.

The little brats have truly achieved the goal of "We don't have antiques, we don't produce antiques, we are just the porters of antiques."

It is precisely because of Old Biaozi's tip-offs that they can achieve a bumper harvest in both performance and ideology.

Why is Old Biaozi so successful on that street? He provides information and handles the recycling, fully embodying the simple and kind side of the working people.

What bad intentions could a scrap collector have? It's nothing more than aiming to protect historical materials, preserve cultural classics, and save some visible history for the next generation.

Those people in the early stages were merely trying to take advantage of the opportunity to hoard antiques and sell them at high prices once the storm passed.

In essence, they were still antique dealers; they didn't treat those culturally valuable historical materials as treasures, but as goods for sale.

Li Xuewu is different. Although he bought them at scrap prices, he truly treats these things as treasures, and he has no intention of selfishly storing them away as family heirlooms.

What he thinks is that when the time is right in the future, these things should be returned to the people, and the historical value of these national treasures should be fully embodied.

Living in this period, Li Xuewu knows his abilities are limited, and all his actions are based on the premise of survival.

But a real man has things he will do and things he won't do; within his capabilities, making a contribution to those who come after is what he should do.

He is not a noble person, nor is he a person who has detached himself from low-level interests; it is even more impossible for these things to be donated to anyone.

He has heard about national treasures being lost in museums, and he has no intention of raising rats.

He already has the answer in his heart as to how to handle them, and he hasn't told Ye Ye Erye, let alone Old Biaozi and the others.

After finishing the serious business, Li Xuewu's gaze turned to the few people sitting on the stools in the room.

Yu Li, Xiao Yan'er, and Diliya.

Turning around to look at Seeing Sha Zhu, who was lying against the bedding roll behind him, Li Xuewu asked, "Did you take Diliya to the hospital for a check-up?"

"We went, she's perfectly fine."

Seeing Sha Zhu twisted his body and sat up, looking at his wife, and said with a smile while looking at Diliya's belly, "Nothing wrong at all, the doctor just said to supplement her nutrition, nothing else."

Supplementing nutrition has become the catchphrase for doctors in this era, the reason being that most people at this time are lacking in nutrition.

Diliya grew up on the grasslands and suffered hardships later, so her physical foundation naturally isn't that good.

But precisely because she grew up on the grasslands, she looks rather sturdy and lacks the delicate nature of the capital's girls.

Li Xuewu looked at Seeing Sha Zhu and asked, "Are you well-off? Don't skimp on the food; this is no laughing matter."

"We're doing fine."

Seeing Sha Zhu's expression became slightly more formal, knowing Li Xuewu was concerned about him, and he nodded, "What expenses could we have? All our energy is on the child, we're already supplementing."

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Erhai; seeing him nod, he didn't say anything more.

Some things are, after all, not suitable for public display; giving them to Seeing Sha Zhu privately is one thing, but if they were brought to the table, it would inevitably make Seeing Sha Zhu feel embarrassed.

There really were no outsiders in this room; everyone was in the same boat, and even Seeing Sha Zhu had become much more tight-lipped because of his wife and his own involvement here.

The Big Leader had left, moving his whole family to the south; he no longer had to cook for him, which meant a loss of income.

However, in this era, no one would let a cook go hungry; he always had his own ways of getting good things.

Because the small canteen had started cooking again, Seeing Sha Zhu had become the small-stove cook again, so there was no shortage of good things.

As for nutritional supplements, with Li Xuewu's inquiry, Erhai also knew to find Seeing Sha Zhu privately to supply some.

Seeing Sha Zhu and Diliya were living well in the side rooms, and Li Xuewu was also more attentive to them.

He didn't need to worry about Seeing Sha Zhu, it was mainly Diliya; Pazile was wholeheartedly risking his life for him, so he had to take good care of his sister.

Starting from the topic of Seeing Sha Zhu and his wife, the few of them began to chat idly; this was also what the people in the courtyard who couldn't sleep in the heat of summer were doing.

Yu Li and the other female comrades couldn't sit still and went to her house together, saying they were going to take a bath; there was a bathhouse there, the same style as the one in Li Xuewu's house.

Only a few big men were left in the room, drinking tea and waiting for Old Biaozi.

Those who were mindful knew this kid had gone to handle business, and those who didn't know understood what was going on when they saw Li Xuewu here.

The reason Seeing Sha Zhu hadn't gone home was because of this; he was very lazy—if he could lie down, he wouldn't sit; if he could sit, he wouldn't stand; normally, he would have gone home to rest long ago.

Chatting with Li Xuewu was one aspect, and waiting for Old Biaozi to see if there was anything going on was another.

The cultural street at night was very quiet, but also very lively; quiet because there was no one on the street, and lively because the small buildings along the street were full of people.

Every organization had its own base; they worked during the day and ran wild at night.

During the day, the boys here shouted slogans, and at night, the girls here screamed in excitement.

Entertainment in this era was too scarce; there wasn't much to play, games were few, and it was even harder to find suitable places for leisure.

Having broken free from ideological shackles, longing for liberation, and without external constraints, what would people do when they went crazy?

Schopenhauer wrote in "The Wisdom of Life": "The true source of boredom is inner emptiness; it drives people to constantly seek external stimulation, trying to use certain things to activate their spirit and emotions."

Therefore, these little brats wanted to add a spoonful of stimulation and a spoonful of illusion to their boring lives.

This two-story building itself was the office of a chamber of commerce, later became the editorial department of a newspaper, and now had become a den of madness.

All the furniture in the first-floor hall had been moved out, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with thick velvet curtains, ensuring that only a little sound from inside reached the outside.

The crystal lamp hanging high from the ceiling emitted gorgeous and colorful psychedelic lights, and the phonograph, copied from who knows where, was playing "Hawthorn Tree" through its large brass horn.

Don't think that just because you see the words "Hawthorn Tree," it refers to the ones behind your old home; actually, the Russians have this stuff too.

There must not have been any love story under the hawthorn tree at your home, but what happened under this "Hawthorn Tree" was a love triangle.

The rich Ural flavor was awakened from the record; the melody was melodious and murmuring, the lyrics and artistic conception were deep and lingering, transmitted to every corner of the room through the phonograph.

Innocent, beautiful, and romantic, pairs of men and women held each other and danced with their indulgent youth.

They didn't understand what the melody and lyrics in the record expressed, but the young people in the room were just infatuated and obsessed with it.

This was the decadent music they boycotted during the day, and the source of evil they cursed hysterically at the meetings.

But now, it was the elixir that awakened the passion deep in the hearts of the young people, and the secret recipe that inspired them to enjoy their youth.

Although separated by a national border, although separated by the distance of language, feelings are connected, and love is connected.

They danced, lingered, and sang along in low voices to the melody of the music; in their fiery youth, there was shining illusion and emptiness.

And this was also what they consciously felt was the purest and simplest part of their wantonly indulgent youth, like hawthorn trees covered in white flowers.

Wang Yamei sat on the sofa, listening to the melodious music, her body swaying gently, holding a bottle of white liquor in her hand, pouring it into a white steel bucket in front of the coffee table without a care.

"Yo~ little sister, why aren't you dancing?"

"I'm going to dance, and you're doing this?"

Wang Yamei glanced at the young man who had sat down beside her, gesturing to the bottle of white liquor in her hand.

The young man smiled, took the empty bottle and put it on the coffee table, smiled and reached out his hand to Wang Yamei, greeting, "Hello, my name is Chen Zixin."

Wang Yamei pursed her lips and looked at him with amusement as he tried to shake her hand; she leaned forward and didn't take his hand, but picked up a bottle of fruit wine on the table and opened it.

"Are you that uncool? Do you think this is a library?"

"Hehe~"

The young man who was teased by Wang Yamei didn't feel ashamed or angry, but withdrew his hand and placed it on his crossed knees.

However, the arm he had draped over the back of the sofa behind Wang Yamei slid down, just happening to rest behind her.

Wang Yamei glanced at him, ignored his little move, and continued to pour the opened red wine into the white steel bucket.

"What kind of way to drink is this?"

Chen Zixin looked at Wang Yamei's actions, as if very curious, and leaned towards her.

Wang Yamei twitched the corner of her mouth, rolled her eyes, and shook the wine bottle in her hand vigorously, letting the wine liquid release quickly.

"Bomb, depth charge."

"Oh?"

Chen Zixin was startled by Wang Yamei's words, then laughed, understanding that Wang Yamei was talking about the name of this mixed drink.

"This name is quite interesting; what's your name, little sister?"

"Heh~"

Wang Yamei rolled her eyes, handed the empty bottle in her hand to Chen Zixin beside her again, and went to the coffee table to open a bottle of high-concentration white liquor that Biao Ge had brought in the afternoon.

"You're the seventh person to come and fish for information from me tonight; where do you think you're better than the previous six?"

Wang Yamei is not the sales clerk in the recycling station now, nor is she the obedient girl in front of Li Xuewu, nor is she the good youth in front of her sister; she is a proper problem girl.

But the more she was like this, the more the young men in the room liked her; just as she said, many people came to chat with her, only to be stimulated away by her words.

Roses have thorns, flowers are fragrant, wild horses break their reins, and rouge is seductive.

Everyone knows that the new girl today is a wild horse, and those without a grassland at home can't afford to provoke her.

Just look at her trendy way of playing; today, there really was no one who could tame her.

When that white steel bucket was brought over, it was half full of ice; she sat here and opened more than a dozen bottles of white liquor and more than a dozen bottles of fruit wine to mix into it.

Now that she had emptied the white liquor bottle in her hand, she looked into the bucket, pulled open the stopper of the thermos on the table, and stood up holding the thermos to pour into the white steel bucket.

It wasn't hot water; no one would drink tea at this kind of program at night. They were all young people; if they held a teacup and danced, it would be truly uncool.

It was beer, fresh beer gotten from the brewery in the afternoon.

German technology, the whole set of machines and technology introduced by the Beijing Brewery three years ago, allowed the people of the capital to enjoy the taste from Europe.

"Want to try?"

Wang Yamei stood beside the sofa, having changed the thermos in her hand, looked down at the surprised Chen Zixin, and asked provocatively, "Not scared, are you?"

Chen Zixin looked at the crazy Wang Yamei speechlessly, looked into the white steel bucket again, frowned and asked, "Can this be drunk?"

"Hahahahaha~"

The young people who were watching this side all laughed when they saw his appearance, as if mocking his childishness and cowardice.

Wang Yamei drooped her eyelids, as if disappointed, put down the thermos in her hand, picked up an enamel teacup printed with "Labor is Glorious" from the coffee table, and without caring about hygiene, reached into the white steel bucket and began to stir.

Just as the music in the phonograph came to an end, Wang Yamei scooped out a cup of strong liquor from the white steel bucket amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd.

"Woah! ~~~"

Watching Wang Yamei drink that cup of liquor heartily, everyone in the room gave their warmest applause.

"Drink!"

"Drink!"

Young people came over in pairs to take their own wine glasses, let Wang Yamei fill them up with the enamel cup, and walked heroically to the dining table to drink affectionately.

The alcohol content of this stuff was unclear, but it was really hot and stuffy in the room; don't forget it was summer.

But if there was a cup of ice-cold strong liquor in front of you, would you choose to get drunk on the bed with the girl opposite you?

If you don't get drunk, and I don't get drunk, how can we leave an opportunity for each other?

If you don't drink, and I don't drink, how can we undress and reach out to touch?

The Saturday dance party not only had girls and wine, not only had music and friends, but also a table of delicious delicacies.

The big banquet table ordered from the Four Directions Restaurant was all cold dishes, just so the food wouldn't have a chance to get cold.

The banquet wasn't suitable, but it was just right for drinking.

"Don't tell me you can't drink~"

Wang Yamei heard the music start again, and everyone had wine in their glasses; only then did she scoop another cup of wine and sit back on the sofa, looking at the frowning Chen Zixin, and asked with amusement, "Are you an adult?"

Chen Zixin shook his chin and asked back, raising his eyebrows, "What about you? You didn't just graduate from junior high, did you?"

"Heh~ none of your business!"

Wang Yamei held the enamel cup and began to drink, as if what she was drinking wasn't wine, but a delicacy.

Chen Zixin looked at her complexion, which had no reaction, and looked suspiciously at the "depth charge" in the bucket; his heart moved, but he didn't try to touch the wine.

Because he really hadn't drunk wine before; today was his first time coming here to play. He was from the Taishan Society, and coming here belonged to organizational exchange.

Looking at Wang Yamei's eyes sweeping through the dance floor, Chen Zixin felt that he was the seventh loser.

The reason for the failure was very simple, just because he couldn't drink.

Looking at the teasing gazes of the few people sitting on the sofa by the window, he knew they were reminding him that if he lost, he should quickly give up his seat, and there were still people continuing to try.

Who was Chen Zixin? He was a person who didn't easily admit defeat; he came here for "exchange and learning" representing the Taishan Society, and could he just let these people mock him?

"Give me a cup too."

Wang Yamei turned her head to look at the rookie beside her, examined him suspiciously, and the meaning in her eyes was obvious: if you can't drink, don't push yourself.

Chen Zixin seemed to have been insulted, withdrew the hand he had draped behind Wang Yamei, took the enamel cup from her hand, and poured all the "depth charge" she had left into his throat in one gulp.

"Heh!!!"

You don't know until you drink it; it's shocking once you do.

Chen Zixin's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he spat out a ball of fire.

Yes, he felt that he had spat out a ball of fire; that fire burned from his throat all the way to his stomach, as if his scalp had been burned through.

"Hey! Drunk stupid?"

Wang Yamei saw that he had no reaction for a long time, reached out and waved in front of him, snatched the enamel cup from his hand, and went to scoop another cup.

But before she could bring it to her mouth, it was snatched away by a hand reaching out from beside her.

"Good!"

"Eh~ you really dare to drink!"

The people around who were watching were all cheering, while Wang Yamei expressed her suspicion again.

Chen Zixin's head was about to explode; there was only Wang Yamei's suspicious voice floating in his ears, and the Wang Yamei in front of his eyes already had double images.

He blinked his eyes, hiccuped, and his soul, which had left his body, found himself again.

He shook his head vigorously, shook off the sweat he had just broken out in, felt the fire in his stomach, looked at Wang Yamei, but his hand went to the bucket to scoop another cup.

"Fine, fine, fine! I'm afraid of you, okay!"

Wang Yamei didn't let him continue drinking, but blocked his arm with her hand, and persuaded Chen Zixin, "If you drink like this, you won't be able to do anything else tonight."

"Shhh~~~!"

Someone who liked to stir up trouble blew a sharp whistle and asked Wang Yamei with a laugh: "Little sister, what else are we doing tonight?!"

"Hahahaha~"

"Do your sister!"

Wang Yamei ignored those jeering sounds, rolled her eyes, snatched the enamel cup from Chen Zixin's hand, observed him for a moment, reached out and lifted his chin, and asked, "You're not drunk, are you?"

Chen Zixin didn't answer her question, but shook his head, as if the wine he had just drunk had entered his brain.

"No... nothing!"

Chen Zixin frowned vigorously, then rubbed his face with his hand, and said in a low voice, "This is my first time drinking."

"Oh~~~ first time~~~"

The crowd who came over for a second cup of wine jeered and laughed again.

Compared to just now, the crowd who came for refills now had color on their faces; this wine was refreshing to drink, but it was also really stimulating.

But in this hot room, with such ice-cold and stimulating drinks, everyone had been dancing "hot dances" for a while and naturally needed it to cool down.

Perhaps it was really delicious, or perhaps they wanted to see the jokes of the new little sister and little brother; the crowd sat around here, which was also convenient for taking wine from the bucket.

Someone saw that the liquid level in the bucket was about to reach the ice cubes, so they consciously opened white liquor and fruit wine, and mixed it with the beer in the thermos.

At this time, there was no elegance to speak of; there was only the need for stimulation and ice-cold refreshment.

I don't know if it was really hot in the room, or if the ice wine they drank wasn't cold enough; why did they get hotter the more they drank, and why was it easier to sweat?

Everyone wasn't wearing much to begin with; now they opened up, and some boys took the lead in going shirtless, and some girls rolled up their skirts.

Hot blood mixed with strong liquor, stimulation doubled!

The first three dances at the beginning could still be considered to have some rules, but after a few rounds of wine, the phonograph that was turned on again had no constraints; there was only indulgence.

I don't know what happened to Lai Yide today; his alcohol tolerance was usually very good, but today he felt a bit dizzy after only seven cups of wine.

Dizziness wasn't the main thing; the important thing was that he had stimulating feedback.

Especially when dancing with Guo'er, why did he feel so urgent?

Guo'er obviously also discovered her own embarrassment and was rubbing against him; what was this?

Damn it, everyone is watching; this nightlife has just begun, and it's about to enter the final stage?

It wasn't that he hadn't eaten or seen anything; if anyone went into the room first, wouldn't they be laughed to death by others?

So he endured!

Lai Yide endured, and the people on this dance floor all endured; the girls didn't feel much, it was just the young men who were stimulated severely.

I don't know which bad kid shouted "Romantic time has arrived" with a grin, and then the chandelier on the ceiling was turned off.

"Ah!"

"Ya!"

"Hee hee~"

"Hahahaha~"

The dim room, accompanied by the dance music "Let's Raise Our Glasses," officially entered the stimulating stage; giggles and laughter came from time to time, and from time to time, there were girls' screams, as well as coquettish scolding.

"You're not going to dance?"

"I'm not going, I'm a bit dizzy."

Chen Zixin was asked by Wang Yamei and waved his hand embarrassedly, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by Wang Yamei.

"Hey!"

Chen Zixin wanted to speak, but his body had already been pulled out of his seat by Wang Yamei, stumbling towards the dance floor.

During this time, he bumped into a few people, but they all laughed and reached out to push him or help him.

Chen Zixin didn't know what was wrong with him, as if his whole person was floating in the water, swaying and floating.

His footsteps were chaotic, his dance steps had no rules, swaying left and right, as if he were duckweed in the water.

Especially this stirring and melodious music, as if it were a gust of wind, blowing him to float and sway.

"Giggle giggle~"

"Hahaha~"

Laughter echoed in his ears, as if on a lawn in spring, little friends were chasing and catching, and it also seemed to be in a pond in summer, splashing mud and water at each other, as if under a big tree in autumn, fallen leaves were drifting down, and it also seemed to be in winter, with snowflakes falling on his face.

Ice cold, cool~

"Bang!"

A melodious song hadn't ended yet, but the bad kid who turned off the lights turned on the lights before they could react.

Chen Zixin blinked his eyes uncomfortably, and when he opened them again, he saw everyone laughing and looking at him.

It turned out that what fell in winter and felt ice-cold on his face wasn't snowflakes, but a girl's kiss.

"Your grandpa's~"

"Hahaha~"

"You wait! You bastard!"

"Hee hee~"

The kid who did bad things in the dark was caught in the act by the light; now, while tidying himself up, he was laughing and scolding the kid who turned on the light.

Everyone was an acquaintance and understood each other very well; even if there were newcomers, they all had a bottom line in their hearts.

Although Wang Yamei was a newcomer, she had hung out here before, so who cared who she was.

As long as they were happy!

It was people like Chen Zixin who were the focus, because "exchange and learning" was accompanied by mutual understanding and probing between the two societies, and there was a possibility of integration in the future.

The dance music ended, and everyone danced up a sweat again; there were no other drinks in the room, only the strong liquor in the ice bucket could quench their thirst.

"Come, smile one~"

"Hahaha~ so ugly~"

The dance party turned into a wine party; everyone didn't know how many rounds they had danced, and didn't know how many rounds they had drunk; in the end, the ice in the bucket was gone, and there was no one left in the room who could stand.

There were those who were enthusiastic on the sofa, and those who went into the room to be illicit; the most awesome one was the thousand-cup-not-drunk Wang Yamei, who took out a camera from who knows where and pulled Chen Zixin to take pictures of him.

Chen Zixin was already drunk, dizzy and letting Wang Yamei manipulate him; if she told him to stand on the coffee table, he stood; if she told him to lie in the pile of wine bottles, he lay; if she told him to sit in the pile of people, he sat.

So Wang Yamei's camera had various photos of him, as well as photos of these young people.

Everyone was making trouble and laughing; no one felt that taking pictures on such an occasion was wrong, and no one felt that the camera would bring any danger.

Because everyone was drunk!

"Come! Stand here, here!"

"I... I... I can't stand anymore~"

Chen Zixin didn't know why he had to be manipulated by Wang Yamei; it seemed like he didn't want to disappoint her, and it also seemed like he had identified her as his trophy for drinking from the very beginning.

Swaying, Chen Zixin bumped into the door and accidentally fell into the room.

"Ah! ~~"

"Hahahaha~"

The screams in the room didn't attract anyone in charge; there was only the laughter of those who were still queuing in the hall.

"Click!"

Wang Yamei didn't care about this and took pictures of Chen Zixin at will, naturally also framing the pair of men and women on the bed in the negative.

"Hahaha~"

"Get out!"

"We're leaving right away."

Wang Yamei pulled Chen Zixin out, stumbling out of the door, and when she was about to pull the door shut, she turned back and shouted inside: "Go for it!"

"Get lost!"

"Hahaha~!"

Wang Yamei got the photos she wanted; the camera she took didn't have Chen Zixin at all, and her unskilled technique focused well on the mandarin ducks who didn't turn off the lights.

In midsummer, the quilt was gone; there was only a "Yeah" pose for the camera.

The laughter passed through the curtains to the street, and to the few cars that had arrived quietly.

Two Prairie Tiger assault vehicles, three Hongxing Lingyang light patrol vehicles, and one armed patrol vehicle with a light machine gun mounted on it.

In the distance, there were two large trucks covered with tarpaulins, waiting like tigers in the night for the order to eat people.

Pazile in the Prairie Tiger vehicle was also waiting, waiting for the order from Captain Shen.

Xing Yichun in the Hongxing Lingyang vehicle was also waiting, waiting for the signal from Biaozi in the corner.

Today's operation was responsible for investigation by the Jiaodaokou Station, with the Security Brigade responsible for coordination and cooperation; the arrest was carried out by both units together, and the filing was reported by Xing Yichun to Zheng Fuhua at the branch bureau in person after work.

Now there was no need to worry about confidentiality, because the Security Brigade dispatched special police, and only Xing Yichun and Wu Zi, as well as the newcomer Wang Zhiqiang, came from the station.

Wang Zhiqiang was the strongest newcomer in Jiaodaokou who bragged to Li Xuewu when he and Gu Ning were getting their marriage certificate.

Tonight, there were three people from Jiaodaokou, bringing more than forty special police from the Security Brigade who had come down from the mountain; they were all trustworthy and reliable. Once the people were arrested, they would be sent to the First Detention Center for interrogation and investigation on the spot.

Xing Yichun didn't plan to sleep tonight; Duan Youting, along with Song Zhijie and Mi Qingzhou, were already waiting at the First Detention Center. Tonight, the few of them would interrogate together, striving to figure out all the problems before dawn.

Old Biaozi had arrived long ago, holding a flashlight, squatting at the corner of the two-story building; he could hear the business inside and see the movement on the windowsill.

It's coming!

Old Biaozi saw a hand stuff a camera behind the curtain, and then it disappeared; this was the secret signal he had agreed upon with Wang Yamei.

It's coming!

Xing Yichun sat in the passenger seat of the jeep, saw the flashlight in the corner flash twice, and knew the matter was handled.

It's coming!

Shen Fang, sitting in the Prairie Tiger vehicle, saw Xing Yichun jump out of the car in front, hurriedly waved to the people behind him, and shouted into the radio: "Action!"

The action began; many special police wearing black uniforms, black masks, and holding Type 56 rifles jumped down from the Antelopes and Prairie Tigers one after another.

Xing Yichun gave the crowd a gesture, signaled Wu Zi and Wang Zhiqiang, who were holding cameras, and then took the lead in rushing into the small courtyard.

The special police were divided into three teams: one team followed Xing Yichun to the entrance, one team climbed to the second floor along the low wall, and one team blocked the back door of the small two-story building.

When the operation commander Shen Fang made a gesture, the two special police carrying the battering ram swung hard, and the thick wooden door opened in response.

The special police who had already scouted the room knew where the light switches were; as soon as they entered the room, they turned them all on.

According to the predetermined order, they controlled the people in the hall and each room; Wu Zi and Wang Zhiqiang were already too busy with their cameras, taking pictures of one position after another.

Screams of girls and angry curses of drunken young men sounded in the room from time to time, and then they were subdued by rifle butts and muzzles.

Some on the second floor were rather clever; when the chaotic noise and shouting appeared on the first floor, some people jumped down from the windows on the second floor naked.

But they jumped, and there were people waiting here; there was no need to go upstairs to catch them; they delivered themselves to the door.

For a time, this small two-story building was brightly lit, the noise inside gradually ceased, and only the clicking of cameras remained.

Because the two large trucks trailing behind the operation drove over, all the patrol vehicles turned on their lights, and the young people who were having fun in the surrounding buildings were all startled.

Seeing that it wasn't aimed at them, they all ran out to watch the excitement.

"Hey! Truly rare!"

Someone who knew what was going on stood at the door with his arms crossed and looked inside, saying to the person beside him: "Looks like the station came to make arrests, but aren't they all from the powerful departments in the Dongcheng?"

"In this day and age, who knows."

"But in whose name are they making arrests? We are..."

"Are what?"

The person with his arms crossed raised his eyebrows and said: "You were allowed to hold activities, what did you do? Don't you know yourself?"

After speaking, he gestured to the Great Wall Society side and said: "Wait and watch the excitement; maybe they'll make some trouble."

Inside the two-story building, Xing Yichun ran up and down twice, and after confirming that everyone had been controlled, he wiped the sweat from his head.

"Pay attention to evidence collection; all suspicious clues must be bagged and taken away!"

"Wu Zi, take the photos clearly~ don't let us suffer a loss later!"

"There! There! There!"

Xing Yichun tirelessly pointed at the sofa and the underwear on the ground, signaling Wang Zhiqiang to take pictures clearly and carefully.

Especially these people controlled on the sofa, as well as the people in the room; their faces must be photographed clearly.

Although Old Biaozi had already said that the main characters would definitely be photographed by the inside line, since the operation went smoothly, what should be kept should still be kept.

Wu Zi and Wang Zhiqiang had a clear division of labor and had already made regional assignments according to the map at the station; at this moment, the photo collection was basically finished.

Xing Yichun shouted to all the special police in high spirits: "Take them away!"

Since serving as deputy station chief, this was the first time he had led a team to carry out such a big task; he didn't expect it to be done so smoothly.

It was also true; with an inside line and support, if he couldn't get this done, he should just resign early.

Everyone who was handcuffed kept the clothes they were wearing when they were arrested; those who weren't wearing clothes only used shirts to wrap their buttocks.

Fortunately, Shen Fang knew the significance of this operation and brought hoods for everyone, so they wouldn't feel too embarrassed when they walked out naked.

Actually, they had already lost face; their faces were covered, but who was in this building, and who on this street didn't know?

No one in this building dared to resist; one was fear of these men in black, and the other reason was the camera.

They knew very well what they had done today; no matter how much wine they drank, they were sobered up by this gust of wind.

Gathering to do this, nine times out of ten, they were finished; even if their parents had connections in their units, it might not work.

Don't look at them as little brats who could turn the sky upside down; in the face of real guns and live ammunition, they were all paper tigers.

One by one, they were pushed onto the large trucks; some didn't even wear shoes and could only walk barefoot.

The onlookers stood far away, silent, and cold sweat fell from their heads.

Today they arrested the Great Wall, but the rabbit dies and the fox grieves; what would the other societies think?

This dance party really needs to be controlled in the future~

Who cares about you!

Old Biaozi rode his bicycle humming a little tune and went home; he had left just now when he saw Wang Yamei being taken into the car, and that camera was also taken away by Shen Fang; everything went according to plan very smoothly.

He didn't follow to the Jiaodaokou Station, because the motorcade loaded with people and evidence wouldn't return to Jiaodaokou, but would go to the First Detention Center.

But he didn't go to the First Detention Center either, because he was nothing, and he had nothing to do with this matter; he was just a... passerby.

Passerby Old Biaozi pedaled his bicycle, returned to the courtyard by the light of the electric motorcycle and the big moon; everything here was peaceful and stable, completely different from the thrilling scene just now, giving Old Biaozi a sense of peace.

Home, nothing happened.

He didn't go through the side gate of the West Seeing Seeing He Yuan, but entered from the main gate of the courtyard, carrying his bicycle; Liu Guangtian saw him and asked a question, and Old Biaozi only replied that he had just returned from the supply and marketing cooperative.

Liu Guangtian curled his lips at Old Biaozi's back, turned his head and muttered to the few people in the room who were waiting for him to play cards: "That guy has climbed a high branch."

"Keep it down!"

Sun Laoliu next door glared at him and reminded: "You provoke him? If he hears you, he'll find someone to fix you!"

"I'm afraid of him?!"

Liu Guangtian bit his cigarette and sat back on the kang, touching the cards while squinting his eyes and saying: "Wait a few days for me, I'll fix them one by one!"

No one knew what he would do after a few days, and no one knew who he was going to fix; no one in this room took his words seriously.

Side rooms.

Old Biaozi hummed and hawed as he passed by the window; everyone in the room looked at each other and let go of their hanging hearts.

Hearing Da Lao looked at Li Xuewu, then signaled Erhai to go and bring food to Old Biaozi.

In the evening, Yu Li knew Old Biaozi would be back late, so she had already prepared a portion and kept it warm in the pot; it was just right to eat now.

Old Biaozi stored his bicycle in the West Seeing Seeing He Yuan, then returned to the room to wash his hands; when he walked into the room, everyone was looking at him.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Old Biaozi smiled at the crowd as if unintentionally, then sat cross-legged on the kang, picked up the teacup, and gulped down a big mouthful.

"Ha~~"

Letting out a long breath, Old Biaozi picked up his rice bowl and started eating, not caring at all about the crowd looking at each other in the room.

According to Old Biaozi's personality, if he had done something, shouldn't he have chattered for a while after returning before eating? What was wrong today?

Nothing was wrong; today's matter must be kept secret.

He had already inquired that the people of the Great Wall Society mostly had connections with the powerful departments in the Dongcheng. This time, Wu Ge didn't plan to beat them to death with one stick; otherwise, he would offend them, and he wouldn't be able to hang out in the capital in the future.

So Wang Yamei had to be taken away together.

So he wouldn't show his face.

So he had nothing to do with this matter.

He would also swallow this matter into his stomach and wouldn't even let out a fart.

This operation by the Jiaodaokou Station was entirely organized and carried out after receiving a report from the enthusiastic masses.

As for who reported it, it was said to be the enthusiastic masses, so why ask? ===== CHAPTER 753 =====