This night in Jinshan Institute was destined not to be peaceful, and the phone calls were basically uninterrupted throughout the night, almost the previous one just stopped, and the next one followed in.

Among them, the two who came with the most calls were Ma Longfei and Gu Yue, basically wanting to ask if there was any movement on Ding Fan's side.

Meng Huan hoped to respond, but it was so quiet outside, as if the outside had stopped in an instant, and after Ding Fan left, the world evaporated.

In addition, a few bosses called from the mine, as if they had something to say to Ding Fan, but after hearing that the person was not there, they hung up the phone in a hurry, and they didn't say anything about the rest of the matter.

This situation made Meng Huan very uneasy now, and even thought about whether something happened to Ding Fan outside, in case he was hurt by anything, it wouldn't be ......

The location of the three miles east of the turn-over tun, where it was originally a vacant land, it can even be said to be a rotten land, basically a position where nothing can grow at all, and it is a useless wasteland all year round.

Usually no one cares about this place, almost a forgotten place, only at a special time every year, there will be a group of people here here, and then it will be hot here for a few days, and the people around a few tunzi will gather here.

A rough count shows that hundreds of people gather here almost every year, but why are these people here?

In fact, everyone knows, because this is not a new thing that happened this year, this group of people has been gathering here since ten years ago, and every year after the autumn harvest, a group of people will have a small assembly here.

At the rally, there are many people who are setting up small stalls, buying candy people, stringing sugar gourds, and selling cut cakes, in short, all kinds of snacks.

But these things are not the point, the most important thing is in the middle of the market, there is a tall stage, on which is red arrowroot, and there are rows of red cardboard boxes, on which are written a lot of unintelligible words.

There is music, rivers and seas, Yuanji, Qingyuan and Hongchun written on it, in short, there are things that people don't seem to understand at all, and there are thirty-seven red boxes on it.

These boxes are to ask people to pay money on it, every year today living in the surrounding areas of the farmers have people to see the lively, in the family is a little bit of a family of the two dealers, will also come here to try their luck, it is because of this group of people driven, they are generous and generous, so that people are very hot, in private in a communication, all say that they bet on treasure here, and finally make a fortune.

The Thirty-Seven Doors Flower Club relied on this method to cheat money outside.

And today they are planning to use such a method at one time, to carry out a scam.

Originally, this year was the same as every year, the same steps, nothing superfluous.

It's only that some time ago, when I was cooperating with the Cheng family, I was rejected, and after inquiring, I learned that a policeman named Ding Fan intervened.

He also threatened to completely eradicate this tradition that has been handed down for many years.

In fact, there is no shortage of money in the hands of the camel race, and the money earned on the Thirty Seven Gate Betting Club every Chinese New Year's Eve has to be divided into a part to the Cheng family, but in fact, it falls into his hands, and there is not much in itself.

But over the years, the camel race has been held, because it is a matter of face, as long as he can do it here, it means that he has a little strength here and has the right to speak.

If this is really disturbed by Ding Fan in the end, it will be a slap in the face of his camel race.

So this time, the camel racer used a black hand to give Ding Fan a salary draw, and the day before the detention meeting, he asked someone to kidnap the family members of the bosses of each tun, and then used it as a threat to ask these people to do things for themselves.

In his opinion, didn't Ding Fan just put pressure on these Tun bosses?

He can also do this, and even more ruthlessly.

As for kidnapping people, he also asked people to be arrogant, when Ding Fan was working against Li Tianyu before, he knew about it, and he had heard a little about him.

He knew very well how much police force Ding Fan could recruit, so his actions this time were just to show him, to put him in a dilemma, to see if it was important for him to save people, or to take action against the detention this time.

In the end, sure enough, Ding Fan still chose to save people, this morning, he had already received the news that the police had arranged for people to go to the mine, and the purpose was very obvious.

Ding Fan still chose to save people first, that is to say, this time the Thirty-Seven Doors Flower Meeting can be carried out normally, because there is no one left in his hands to use.

So today's camel race is in a particularly good mood, and even the hunchback, which has grown from small to large, seems to be a little straighter.

Looking at the surrounding hawkers who came to deposit money, the camel racer was extremely happy, and now he could think of Ding Fan's angry expression, which was exciting to think about.

As for the Tun boss who is coming from the surrounding tunzi, he is not in a hurry at all, these people are all 'running seal' legs, and they don't have any big skills, if they want their family to be fine, they will come to send money sooner or later, he just needs to wait.

These thirty-seven flower parties have been noisy for a whole morning, and the money in the hands of all the hawkers has been pledged, but there are a little fewer people who come to the assembly this year, and the rest is waiting for the big head to come over.

This time of year is the time when he is most excited, but this time is generally long overdue, and it is a little late this year.

Even if some of the tunzi are a bit far away, there are still tunzi that are a little closer to here, why hasn't anyone come there until now?

Just as he was curiously guessing the reason, there was finally a little movement in the distance, but this voice, which sounded like the sound of a motorcycle, seemed to have quite enough power.

After a short time, a motorcycle stopped in front of him, and then a person got out of the car, dressed in a straight police uniform, with a holster hanging from his waist, and the pistol inside showed a jet-black grip, and on the other side of his waist hung a shiny handcuff, and the originally shiny big leather shoes, because of the dust along the way, now became a little gray and abrupt.

But the eyes of the visitors were unusually bright, and even the light that burst out of the eyes was a little seeping.

No matter what others think, at least that's what the camel thinks, after seeing Ding Fan's eyes, he inexplicably shrunk his neck a little, as if he saw his natural enemy, and there was a feeling of fear.

Obviously, Ding Fan is the only one who comes here, and the camel race obviously doesn't need to be afraid of anything, this kind of gambling thing, if he doesn't catch someone on the spot, he won't be able to land the hammer at all, which he knows best.

And can Ding Fan arrest everyone alone?

Obviously impossible!

Even though the facts were clearly in front of him, he still felt that he was in danger now, and he didn't even know where he came from.

Ding Fan, who got off the motorcycle, walked towards the camel race with a solemn expression, glanced at the surrounding crowd by the way, and finally sneered, walked up to him and said: "No wonder they all said before that you people from the Thirty-Seven Flower Club are not easy to catch, it turns out that it is because these people are themselves a bunch of peddlers and pawns, and there are all of them, these small stalls are actually all disguises, but in fact, they are all your people!"

No wonder it was always difficult to arrest people before, it turned out that this matter was actually very simple, these small traders around them were themselves the subordinates of the camel racers, as long as it was the time of the bet, they would put down their hands and go to the top to help.

When the police came, people were in chaos, and no one knew who was who, and it was difficult to arrest them in the end.

Over the years, camel racers have used this method to fool around.

The camel racer cautiously glanced at the distance, and saw that no one appeared, so he made sure that Ding Fan didn't bring anyone here, relaxed a little, and said in a slightly arrogant tone: "What are my people? Officer Ding, you are joking, these people are a gang of second-class dealers, and it is not illegal to come here to set up a stall, right?"

"No, it's just a small vendor, of course I don't care. After Ding Fan sneered, he shook his head and said, "It's just that these small traders probably can't set up stalls here, because the land here is not for you to use casually." ”

"What's the matter?"

The camel racer didn't understand what Ding Fan meant for a while.

This rotten land, which was only populated during these years, when they held a meeting here, usually can't grow potatoes when they grow potatoes, what has become a place where there is a lord after that?

Before he could figure it out, Ding Fan had already taken out a land lease contract, and the date on it turned out to be ten days ago, and the ownership of this land turned out to be Jinshan's.

Who has the final say in the current Jinshan Institute?

It's not that Ding Fan has the final say, that is to say, the current land is under his management.

If that's the case, these vendors really can't set up a stage here, after all, this is someone's private field, and if they want to set up a stall, they have to talk to them.

"Officer Ding, you did it on purpose!" The camel raced his back molars and said viciously: "Even if this is your field, we can just leave, but don't think that I will stop there, it's a big deal for me to change places, I promise that I can still open it tonight, I can still open it if I can dismantle it, it is useless for you to do this, in the end it is the people on the mine who are unlucky, don't force me." ”

Ding Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the camel in front of him, this time he really made this camel sweat, otherwise he would not have said everything about it without words, he simply didn't admit himself.

But Ding Fan came today just to warn him that this land has an owner, so should he change places?

Obviously, it's not that simple.