Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

Yang Jun patted his shoulder and said, "You're welcome, brother. Yu Shui is also a family member. It's my duty to help you."

After breaking free from him, Yang Jun said, "Okay, you guys eat first, I'll leave now."

"Wait, I have something to discuss with you."

When Yang Jun heard that something happened to Sha Zhu, he knew it was definitely not a good thing and decided not to have the meal.

"Let's talk in the office tomorrow."

Sha Zhu looked at Yang Jun's back and thought of what they did in the Security Department, and his heart shuddered.

Yang Jun snorted coldly: "It's you? A bunch of brats, do you think I will give them any face?"

The thin young man was stunned, and turned to ask the bald man next to him:

"Boss, he called us trash, what should we do?"

The bald man spat, his face fierce:

"What else can we do? Give him a beating."

Before the bald man could finish his words, he had already swung his fist straight at Yang Jun's face.

However, Yang Jun did not dodge. He raised his left hand and easily grabbed the opponent's wrist, then twisted it with force, causing the bald man to kneel on the ground involuntarily.

Seeing the boss's failed show of power, a dozen other thugs surrounded him.

Yang Jun was worried about hurting Yi Qiushui and Ding Qiunan who were standing next to him, so he stopped being so careless and pulled out a Type 54 pistol from his back, loaded the rifle, and aimed it directly at the bald leader.

Seeing that Yang Jun was serious, everyone was shocked and dared not act rashly.

Seizing this opportunity, Yang Jun grabbed the bald man, pressed his gun against his head, and pulled the trigger three times in a row:

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The dull and sharp sound of gunfire broke the silence of the night sky.

"Ouch!"

As the bald man screamed, he curled up on the ground with his arms covering his head. It was not known whether he was deafened by the gunshot or burned by the hot muzzle of the gun, but he opened his mouth and screamed in pain.

There was an unsettling smell in the air around him. Yang Jun frowned slightly and took a few steps back.

Under the bald man's body, an unknown liquid was flowing, accompanied by the sound of his stomach rumbling. The scene was like being in a public toilet. Everyone covered their noses and stepped back.

The remaining dozen or so thugs were witnessing such a scene for the first time. They were so terrified that their legs went weak and they stood there stupidly, not daring to move.

"Everyone, kneel on the ground with your hands behind your heads." Yang Jun ordered, pointing the gun at the ground and asking them to line up along the side of the road and kneel on the ground.

These young men, who were originally full of energy and extremely impulsive before, now had their legs trembling because of the suppressed courage.

Facing this group of guys who looked like chicks, Yang kicked their calf joints, making them kneel down on the ground one by one.

The spring night breeze brought a strong fresh smell - a strong smell of urine mixed with the stench of feces.

Several young men could no longer bear the fear and were urinating and defecating everywhere.

Yang Jun was not polite to them and punished them one by one with his feet to serve as a warning to others.

Improper family education leads them to get into trouble outside, and society becomes their classroom.

"You're not even grown up yet and you're already learning to harass women and rob others." Yang Jun shouted harshly, walked around to the children, swung his right hand and slapped them with his left hand, giving each of them a big slap in the face.

"Who was it just now who said that he had grown up? Take off your pants for me, so I can see if you have fully grown yet?" Yang Jun pressed on.

These little hooligans huddled on the ground, all dazed. Facing Yang Jun's ferocious gaze, they couldn't help but turn their attention to their thin companion.

He lifted him up from the ground, put the Wusi gun to his temple, and said angrily:

"Take off all your clothes."

The young man's knees bent weakly, and he immediately knelt on the ground and begged: "Big...Big brother, I admit my mistake, and I will never dare to do it again."

He repeated the order again, but Yang Jun remained unmoved. He hit him on the head with his butt. Blood spurted out from the young man's forehead. He got up in a panic and hastily took off his clothes.

First the cotton jacket and cotton pants, then he took off the vest with the shirt underneath, leaving only a thin autumn shirt and autumn pants.

"Don't continue!" Yang Jun shouted wildly.

The young man was frightened and immediately took off his long-sleeved shirt and long trousers, leaving only a pair of yellow underwear. He clasped his hands tightly to his chest and shivered in the cold wind.

Yang Jun looked around, picked up his clothes and threw them into the pond by the roadside without hesitation.

"You guys, you guys who haven't even fully grown your hair, you know what I mean? This is considered violence and robbery against women, even if you're arrested and detained, it's not a big deal.

In the army, you have already tasted the taste of peanuts.

"He shouted angrily at the young people who were watching.

Noticing a young boy eyeing him furtively, Yang Jun walked up to him, kicked him away, and hit him on the forehead at the same time.

"Snap!" The crisp sound echoed and the onlookers heard it clearly.

The young man was obviously stunned and looked at Yang Jun in confusion and panic.

Yang pointed the gun at the boy's head, "Look at the look in your eyes just now? How dare you look at me like that? What if I get in trouble because of you? It's terrible if your hands shake."

The group of young people were frightened by him and fell to the ground, silent as a mouse.

At this time, there were commotions outside the crowd, and a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit came hurriedly with five or six people holding spears.

"Who is it? Who was it just now?" the man shouted.

General Yang shook his head towards the middle-aged man: "Me."

He pointed to a group of people on the ground and said: "They were looting, and I stopped them to prevent innocent civilians from getting hurt."

After saying this, he put the gun back on his waist, took out his work ID from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged cadre.

The man checked it and returned it with a serious expression on his face.

“So it’s you, Comrade Yang.

This matter still needs detailed investigation before a conclusion can be drawn. Please follow us to take notes.

"He said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Yang Jun, Yi Qiu Shui and Ding Qiu Nan drove and followed the man in the Zhongshan suit.

The group of young people were all tied up and taken away.

They were taken to the police station, where the director Qin Tiancai met them.

Qin Tiansheng is in his forties, with a resolute face and firm eyes, shining as if he can see into people's hearts.

He personally spoke to Yang Jun, took the work permit, checked it and then returned it.

In this case, even being equipped with a gun is in compliance with the regulations, especially considering Yang Jun's treatment as an official.

So they only registered the May Fourth Movement and returned the weapon, because in that era, possessing weapons was a relatively common phenomenon.

During the interrogation, no details involving firearms were mentioned.

After all, having

Looking at them, Qin Suo slowly said, "Let you go back tonight. If we need further help, we will come back to you.

Please understand and bear with me.”

Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "Please rest assured, Mr. Qin, I will be there whenever you call me. This is the basic awareness of being a cadre."

Qin Suo then personally led everyone away.

Yang Jun drove Yi Qiu Shui and Ding Qiu Nan back to the courtyard.

As the activities lasted till late at night and it was already past one in the morning, Ding Qiunan could no longer return to the steel mill dormitory, so Yang Jun had to take her back home.

After returning home, she woke up Xiangxiu who was sleeping soundly. Seeing that there were guests visiting, she got up and wanted to make tea to entertain the guests.

Yang Jun hurriedly asked her to go back to the house to rest and he would take care of the things here.

Afterwards, Yi Qiu Shui helped Ding Qiunan arrange the guest room before the two returned to their own bedroom.

The next morning, after having breakfast together, they went to work. As soon as they sat down in the office, the phone suddenly rang.

"Hello..." As soon as the phone was picked up, the noisy volume instantly made Yang Jun's ears buzz.

There was a familiar voice on the phone with a strong Shanxi dialect accent. He immediately recognized it as his father-in-law Ma Dapao.

"Hello, is this your home country?" he asked.

Ma Dapao is not just a resounding name. His power can directly deafen people's ears through the telephone line, and face-to-face communication may even make people dizzy.

With a frown on his face, Yang Jun kept the microphone at a certain distance, trying to avoid being directly impacted by him.

"Hello, I'm Yang Anguo's boss. What can I do for you?" He answered in a formal tone.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a surprised voice: "Ah... I'm An Guo's father. Tell Jia Guo that his third brother will be here this afternoon. Ask him to pick him up at the train station."

"Understood, OK, I will definitely convey it to Yang Anguo.

Don't worry." Yang Jun promised.

In terms of seniority, Ma Dapao is his elder. If it weren't for his old father Yang Gui's job opportunity in the capital, they might still be living in that remote countryside.

He felt an indescribable sense of closeness to his fellow townspeople, especially when he heard the extremely familiar local accent, which brought back memories of his deceased father.

"Then I'll trouble you, leader." Ma Dapao was obviously in awe of Yang Jun's status, and his tone was half a degree lower.

After hanging up the phone, the ringing sounded again.

The Security Department informed him that there were people from the Street Office looking for him outside the door.

Yang Jun was a little confused: he couldn't remember when he had negotiated with the sub-district office, and the only person he knew was the director of the sub-district office, Yu Qianjin.

But out of courtesy, he asked the security guard to bring the visitor in.

After ending the call, Yang Jun sat alone at his desk, thinking about the purpose of the street office's visit.

He habitually thinks about possible situations and response strategies, so that he can be confident when facing things, anticipate and prevent possible problems in advance, and always stay proactive.

After a while, the security guard led a visitor in: "Come in."

He responded politely: "Come in."

"Report to the director, the visitor has been brought in." A security guard came forward to report and gave Yang Jun a standard military salute.

Yang Jun also returned the salute: "Thank you for your hard work, go and do your work."

The security guard saluted in return and turned to leave.

Yang Jun then took a closer look at this unexpected neighbor, Director Yu Qianjin, and he quickly stood up to greet him.

"I'm really sorry that I didn't come out early to greet you when you came," he said politely.

Yu Qianjin smiled, walked a few steps closer, held Yang Jun's hand affectionately, and said gently:

"Brother Yang, there is no need to talk about official etiquette today. If you don't mind my being so presumptuous, just call me Big Brother.

'

Yang Jun still had a smile on his face, but he slightly pulled back his hand and responded modestly:

"In that case, I will be more shameless, Brother Yu.

'

After the two of them sat down, Yang Jun poured him a cup of tea.

Yang Jun noticed that his brows were furrowed and he seemed worried. It seemed that he might have something important to discuss with him.

Being good at observing people's words and expressions is his most basic ability, and clarifying the relationship between each other in advance is crucial to the conversation.

He tried to interpret the other party's true purpose from his expression and actions. Was it a personal matter or a public matter?

After this understanding, he decided on the attitude and approach for the next conversation.

Yu Qianjin held the teacup and blew on it gently to cool it down, looking troubled, obviously weighing whether to express his request.

Yang Jun noticed that Yu Qianjin remained silent and did not anxiously ask him about his purpose. He himself was more anxious to know.

Later, Yu Qianjin, who could no longer suppress his emotions, took out a bulging wallet from his pocket and placed it on the table.

He carefully opened his wallet, revealing two large golden yellow croakers (a metaphor for property) inside.

"Brother Yang, I won't beat around the bush. I beg you to show mercy and let my son go for once.

'

Yang Jun was slightly confused: "Brother Yu, what's going on? We should be honest with each other as neighbors. If there is something wrong, just speak it out.

You don't know my son, how can I help you 'let him go'? "

Hearing Yu Qianjin mention his son, Yang Jun thought for a moment and couldn't remember any "Yu kid" with whom he had such a close relationship.

Yu Qianjin blushed and said in defense, "Brother, my son and his friends were disrespectful to your wife last night. As your elder brother, I apologize to you for this."

Now Yang Jun suddenly realized the purpose of this visit. Yu Qianjin came to him because of his son's matter.

He remembered that Yu Qianjin's son was called Yu Xiaoguang - he was called the boss on the street last night, a guy with thinning hair, the leader of their gang.

"Brother Yu, what do you need me to do?" Yang Jun asked slowly, falling into deep thought.

Hearing this, Yu Qianjin was overjoyed: "As long as Brother Yang withdraws the case at the police station, he can say it was just a joke and there was no robbery."

But after hearing this, Yang Jun's expression suddenly darkened: "Withdraw the case? Playing around? Brother Yu, do you think you are playing a child's game?"

He continued to refute: "The incident has attracted the attention of the police and has been reported. You said it was a joke, an insult to our intelligence? Or even questioning the rationality of the police?"

Yang Jun did not intend to withdraw the case so easily.

If he hadn't intervened in time, the group's attack on Yi Qiushui and Ding Qiunan might have been even more serious.

At this moment, Yu Qianjin actually asked his victim to withdraw the criminal charges himself. No matter what the reason was (whether it was greed or a short circuit in the brain), it was extremely inappropriate.

How can this be?

Even if Yang Jun agreed to drop the case, do you think he could do it easily? After such a serious incident, everyone witnessed the scene, a group of people kneeling on the street at gunpoint, their clothes torn off, and those people fled in panic. Can you go to the police station and explain it as a joke?

Do you think they can be fooled because they are three-year-old children?

What's more, Yang Jun is not the kind of person who would take the initiative to make things difficult for himself.

If he really withdraws the case, he might be accused of perjury or even abuse of power.

He definitely doesn't want to suffer the consequences of his actions.

Yu Qianjin saw this and pleaded urgently: "Brother Yang, I only have this one son, and he is the only continuation of my Yu family bloodline.

He is too important to my family, I hope you can be tolerant of him."