Chapter 132: Divide the Money

Zhang Fugui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew the ability of the man in front of him. No matter what the matter was, as long as he agreed to do it, he would definitely get it done.

The middle-aged man said again, "But... this time it involves rape, you have to hold it down. Isn't it just a matter of men and women? Don't be afraid of spending money at this time. The people should not be held accountable by the people." , As long as the woman shuts up, this matter will not be difficult. "

"Hungry knows~" Zhang Fugui was so anxious that he even started to speak his hometown dialect.

By the time he left here, the sixty-year-old man had been exhausted physically and mentally after struggling for several days, but there was nothing he could do. Who knew that was his son?

Zhang Fugui cheered up, patted his cheeks with his hands, and hurried home.

Yesterday, in order to get Zhang Qiwen out of the situation, he made an exception and went to Zhang Erzhu's house to get two large yellow croakers.

I originally thought that one would be enough, but taking an extra one and playing Wealth would definitely be enough.

But I didn't expect that things would go wrong, and now I have to go again.

Zhang Fugui knew very well that frequent visits to Zhang Erzhu's house would easily arouse suspicion, especially Zhang Erzhu himself.

Zhang Erzhu didn't know that there was a windfall hidden in his cellar.

Yesterday, Zhang Fugui showed a lot of flaws in his hurry. If he goes again today, he will be exposed even more.

On the road, Zhang Fugui was thinking in his mind as he walked, whether he should simply take all the money and find another place to hide it.

However, when he came to Zhang Erzhu's house, an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

Zhang Fugui frowned and stared at the lock on the door.

Zhang Erzhu never locks the doors when he goes to work. He only puts up the locks when he goes out for a few days.

Zhang Fugui took a deep breath and comforted himself, "It's okay, maybe there is something wrong with Er Zhuzi..."

While muttering, he took out the key and opened the door.

Zhang Fugui had the key here. He inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it, and it clicked.

There was a sound, and the lock popped open.

Zhang Fugui breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhang Erzhu had changed the lock, then the real murderer would be in danger.

However, just when he breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door and entered the house, he hit rock bottom.

I saw a mess in the house, as if the devil had entered the village!

Especially in terms of divine status, Zhang Erzhu's parents have lost their rankings.

Zhang Fugui's head flickered, his vision turned black, and he shouted "It's over!"

His body swayed, and he stretched out his hand to hold down the wall, finally not falling.

It took him half a minute to recover, and he rushed towards the cellar in a hurry.

After a while, the lights below the cellar were lit.

The wooden shelves were moved to the side, the bricks were pried up, sticky paper and wooden boards were thrown on both sides, and the hole below was empty.

"oops!"

Zhang Fugui pressed his chest and shouted!

That box of gold and silver, although not all of his belongings, was a quarter, and all of it was lost!

This was like cutting flesh into his heart!

Zhang Fugui was breathing heavily, his face was swollen and red, like a mad cow, he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Erzhu! You~ you beast! You will not die well..."

But dozens of meters away, in Room 304 of the hotel next door, there was a different scene.

The small black wooden box was open on the table.

Du Fei, Jiang Donglai, Zhao Xiaohu, and Cheng Dajun were surrounding.

Except for Du Fei, who looked indifferent, the other three people, including Jiang Donglai, all looked like they had never seen the world.

In fact, we cannot blame them, even if Chiang Kai-shek

Dong Lai, the captain, only earns 87 yuan a month.

Zhao Xiaohu and Cheng Dajun, one is a clerk, earning 27.5 yuan a month; the other is a patrol member, equivalent to a large group, earning 22 yuan a month.

At this time, there were hundreds of taels of silver in front of them, plus a thousand yuan in cash. If converted into money, it would be nearly four thousand yuan.

It's enough for Cheng Dajun to go without food or drink for fifteen years!

Little did they know that the real big deal here had been taken away by Du Fei long ago.

In the end, Jiang Donglai came to his senses first, looked at Du Fei and said, "Xiao Du, what did you say?"

Du Fei looked at Zhao Xiaohu and Chen Dajun who were looking forward to it, and said to Jiang Donglai, "These things are half for you and me. Xiaohu and Dajun are your brothers. You can pay for the rest. I will give you the rest." Responsible."

Jiang Donglai nodded. Du Fei's words were quite fair and even exceeded his expectations.

Jiang Donglai's performance this time was really not outstanding.

If Du Fei hadn't discovered the address where the Zhang family hid the money from other channels in the end, and relied on Jiang Dong to come to the three of them, they would probably have ended up in vain.

Even though from the beginning to the end, Du Fei only moved his words and the three of them contributed, but according to Du Fei's role, whether it was 37 or 46, Jiang Donglai had nothing to say.

As for the ones given to Zhao Xiaohu and Cheng Dajun, Jiang Donglai did not avoid Du Fei and simply said, "Huzi, Dajun, Xiao Du gave us 50% this time, which is really a compliment to us. You two must know what you are doing and work hard in the future. Find some ideas to make up for it.”

Zhao Xiaohu was smarter and said quickly, "Thank you, uncle, thank you Brother Du."

Cheng Dajun was slow for a moment and quickly thanked him, but he stared at Dayang with a cheerful smile.

This time, he and Zhao Xiaohu each could share one hundred oceans and ten taels of silver, and sold them all.

In money, it's nearly four hundred yuan, which is more than their annual salary!

At the same time, Zhang Fugui came out of Zhang Erzhu's house in a daze, with a pale face and his hands covering his chest.

Seeing him like this, the man next door asked worriedly, "Uncle, are you okay?"

Zhang Fugui seemed to have heard nothing and walked out of the yard step by step. He didn't even know how he got home.

The house was empty and the stove had already cooled down.

His son was arrested and taken to the police station. His daughter hid at her second aunt's house because of Li Shengli's incident.

Zhang Fugui sat down unsteadily, covered his face with his hands and buried his head between his knees, suppressing his emotions and crying softly, "Retribution~ Retribution! God! I, Zhang Fugui, was a traitor. I have done many evil things. You punish me alone. Why... Why do you want to punish Qiwen and Xiaoyun! When they were young... They were such good children..."

Zhang Fugui was exhausted. He cried and cried until he couldn't catch his breath. His body tilted and he fainted on the ground.

With a clang, his head hit the table leg and his forehead was immediately red.

But the pain also woke him up. He said "uh", covered the pain with his hand, and looked at the palm of his hand again. It was blood!

Zhang Fugui hurriedly got up and looked at himself in the mirror.

Fortunately, he only scratched his skin, which was not a big deal.

Zhang Fugui sighed and thought that he was unlucky, but he also cheered up, treated the wound hastily, and began to think about what to do next.

Although the money hidden in Zhang Erzhu's house was lost, Zhang Qiwen had to save it, and Section Chief Qin promised to send two large yellow croakers.

There was also the victim of the case, and he had to use money to settle it.

Thinking about it, it was all about spending money.