The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

After a full ten-hour journey, it was already seven o'clock in the evening when the train arrived in Jiangzhou.

In the noisy train station, there is an endless stream of people surging in it. Everyone who gets off the train will be more or less tired.

In this era of gradually developed transportation, most of the people who still take this kind of green train are people with relatively poor living conditions.

They endure all kinds of poverty at the bottom of the society, and almost always pursue frugality in basic necessities of life. The cheapest green leather train in all modes of travel has naturally become the preferred means of transportation for these people.

And most of their clothes are just some cheap roadside stalls. This is not only the case for people who get off the train, but also most of the people who pick up people or wait for the train at the train station.

But in the area where the train station picks up passengers, there is a person who seems so out of place.

It was an old man over half a century old, wearing an expensive black suit and meticulously groomed. Standing in the crowd, he looked like a high-rise peacock falling into a group of wild beasts, forming a strong visual conflict.

Next to the old man, there was a middle-aged man also in a black suit.

"Butler Ye, the train you were waiting for has arrived, but there seems to be no one we are waiting for among the passengers."

The man in a suit wearing sunglasses scanned the train station left and right, and then reported to the old man respectfully.

"Wait a minute, the Patriarch specially asked us to come here. If we can't even pick up anyone, how dare we stay in the Ye family in the future."

The old man frowned, and kept scanning the crowd with his naked eyes, trying to find the figure in his mind.

After a long time, when all the people on the train were gone and the old man was still wondering where he had gone, the burly man in a suit suddenly pointed forward and said softly, "Butler Ye, someone is here."

Hearing this, the old man immediately turned his eyes to the distance, and he saw the two people he was looking for, but what made him slightly puzzled was that there were several flight attendants around the two people at this moment, looking The direction they were heading seemed to be the police station next to the station.

"Go! Go and see what's going on."

After frowning and giving instructions, the two turned around and got into a black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle.

……

When they got off the train, the hatred of the three young men with small haircuts towards Ye Feng was like a torrential river, and it was like a flood of the Yellow River, out of control.

While on the train, Ye Feng was so bored that he taunted the three of them for almost ten hours. From the eighth generation of ancestors to the descendants, they were all greeted by Ye Feng. In the end, Ye Feng's anger dissipated, but The anger of these three young people is getting bigger and bigger.

I wanted to beat Ye Feng up to relieve my anger, but because there were too many flight attendants around me, they couldn't use it, so they could only silently greet Ye Feng with their eyes, and planned to have a good chat with Ye Feng after they got out of the office Life, talk about ideals.

It was not the first time for the young man to go to and from the police station. Knowing about such a mob, he was detained for at most 24 hours and released.

"Look at your uncle!"

Sensing the eyes of several young people, Ye Feng sneered again.

"You wait! If I don't call you after you go out later, call me uncle. I will live broadcast the five-speed electric fan." The young man with a cropped head threatened fiercely.

"Hehe! I'll buy you an electric fan later."

The flight attendant next to him heard the exchange of words between them, but at the same time felt helpless and a little funny, so he didn't stop them at all, allowing them to ridicule each other all the way, and when they arrived at the gate of the police station, they just turned serious.

"Hey! Xiao Wu! What happened today?"

At the door, a middle-aged policeman in uniform greeted the beautiful flight attendant at the front after seeing the group of people.

"Wang Suohao!" The stewardess replied with a smile, and then explained: "These people gathered a crowd on the train to make trouble, and this guy with a cropped head even used words to moleste women."

It seemed that this beautiful flight attendant knew the policeman named Wang Suo.

"Oh? Is there such a thing? This young man is quite courageous!"

After Wang Suo frowned and scolded, he called several young policemen and brought them all in.

Ye Feng and Li Daoru did not express any resistance to this. They were not easily anxious, and they didn't make an appointment with the Ye family, so naturally it didn't matter.

Of course, there is the most important point, the two of them have no way to resist at all...

Although Ye Feng has made a lot of noise abroad, he has no influence in China. Except for those old men who are about to step into the coffin with half a foot, they don't know any powerful characters at all. Because of this shit, Ye Feng I don't really want to call those old men.

As for resistance by force... From the heart, Ye Feng still thinks that he is a good young man who is patriotic and law-abiding.

"Name."

"Ye Feng."

"age."

"Should be 26!"

"What should it be?"

"I have no father or mother since I was a child, so I don't know how old I am."

"Why are you fighting with people?"

"The man put poison on his feet."

……

In the interrogation room, Ye Feng was dealing with the police's questioning.

When mentioning his age, Ye Feng suddenly felt a little sad.

When he was very young, he was abandoned by his family, and he never experienced the warmth of a family. Although he later had brothers and sisters like Lao Die and Ye Xiuxiu, there was still a gap between that and a real family.

"Okay, the confession is finished, just stay here!"

Soon, the young policeman finished recording Ye Feng's statement, picked up the documents on the table, and prepared to leave.

"How long do I have to stay here before I can go out?" Ye Feng asked.

"24 hours."

"Do you have food? I haven't eaten all day."

"No!" The young policeman was a little impatient.

"Then there is always smoke!"

The 200 yuan earned by Ye Feng from moving bricks has been used by Li Daoru to buy a train ticket, and the three-yuan pack of cheap cigarettes has also been smoked by Li Daoru. Now Ye Feng is already poor. If you want to relieve your addiction to cigarettes, you can only find the police in front of you.

In TV dramas, isn't it always the case that when a prisoner asks for a cigarette, the police immediately frown and give him one!

"What do you really think this is your house? If you want cigarettes, go to hell!"

Obviously, there are some differences between the plot in reality and the one in the TV series.

After finishing speaking, the other party left the room with the materials for recording the statement, leaving Ye Feng alone in the interrogation room.

After a while, two more policemen came and took Ye Feng to the detention room on the other side.