Wang Cheng didn't seem to pay any attention to the heavy losses suffered by the restaurant. Early the next morning, Wang Cheng slowly pedaled the dilapidated tricycle and drove Chang An to the restaurant.

At this time, the exterior wall of the restaurant was already dark, but fortunately the restaurant kept a certain distance from the surrounding buildings, so that it did not affect the surrounding neighbors.

Chang An and Wang Cheng rummaged through the things that could still be used in the restaurant, and many passing acquaintances also joined the team to help. In this way, by the time the two of them finished cleaning up, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning.

Looking at the full pots and pans on the tricycle, Wang Cheng lit a cigarette and thought for a while.

"You wait here for me for a while, I'll go and call the boss. ”

Hearing Wang Cheng's words, Chang An nodded lightly. Seeing this, Wang Cheng quickly ran to the commissary not far away and picked up the payroll of the commissary.

After babbling for five minutes, Wang Cheng walked back, smiled at Chang An and said, "Let's go, let's go to meet the boss together in the afternoon." ”

As he spoke, Wang Cheng turned over and stepped onto the tricycle. With a cart of miscellaneous items, they clinked towards the rental house.

After eating at noon, Wang Cheng first took Chang An to buy a new set of clothes that fit, and then went to the barber shop with Chang An to cut his hair.

The toss took nearly two hours.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the private room of a teahouse not far from the restaurant, Chang An met the owner of the restaurant again.

Unlike the previous two times, this time the boss obviously had a very heavy anger. When Chang An first entered the door, he also heard the boss's swear words in Cantonese.

Seeing Wang Cheng and Chang An coming in, the boss put away the big brother's antenna.

"What the hell was going on last night?

Hearing the boss ask in stiff Mandarin, Wang Cheng hurriedly replied: "I don't know, but the police station suspects that it was done by Hanzi." ”

"This time, I shoveled it. ”

The boss cursed as he picked up Big Brother again.

"Hey, there's a northeasterner named Hanzi...... Yes, that's him...... Pick that star and burn down my shop...... Yes, you arrange ......"

After the boss's phone call was finished, Wang Cheng cautiously spoke: "Boss, this ......"

Before Wang Cheng's words could be spoken, he was interrupted by a wave of his boss.

"I already know the matter, you should cultivate for a while first. You don't have to worry about the shop, I'll find someone to clean it up. That's it, I went first. ”

With that, the boss stood up and walked out of the private room.

Chang An and Wang Cheng looked at each other, and the two didn't know at this time that a phone call from the boss would make things more complicated.

In the interrogation room of the police station, the refueling officer sat bored in the interrogation chair, and only one auxiliary police officer accompanied him in the entire interrogation room.

The entire interrogation room was silent, and if it weren't for the occasional screams from the next door, perhaps the gaseers would have begun to mistake themselves for being isolated.

In the interrogation room next to him, Wang Chunsheng was carrying a belt in his hand, and he yelled at Qiao Wu, who was bound by death, with a hideous face.

"I'll give you another chance, where is the son?"

At this time, Qiao Wu was naked, and his body was full of blood marks left by the belt.

Shaking his head blankly, Qiao Wu replied a little weakly: "Wangsuo, I really don't know. ”

Syllable!

There was another crisp sound of the belt in contact with the skin, Wang Chunsheng gasped, and his eyes stared at Qiao Wu.

"Still not being honest, are you? or are you not prepared to tell the truth?"

As he spoke, Wang Chunsheng slapped a leather belt on Qiao Wu's back again. Qiao Wu was caught off guard and immediately screamed.

"At three o'clock in the morning, who is the man wearing a mask who went to Red Rose?"

Wang Chunsheng's words shattered the last trace of luck in Qiao Wu's heart.

"I said, I said, stop fighting. ”

Hearing Qiao Wu's begging for mercy, Wang Chunsheng threw the belt in his hand aside, tore Qiao Wu's hair, and asked with a hideous face: "Hurry up, don't grind." ”

Qiao Wu let out a soft breath, then turned his head to the other policeman in the interrogation room and said.

"Can you give me a cigarette?"

The policeman looked at Wang Chunsheng, and saw that Wang Chunsheng nodded lightly, so he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one and stuffed it into Qiao Wu's mouth.

Qiao Wu took a deep breath and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"At three o'clock in the morning, Hanzi came to me and said that he wanted to borrow a thousand yuan to go back to his hometown. I didn't have that much, so I gave him four hundred. And then he was gone. ”

"And then?"

Hearing Wang Chunsheng's question, Qiao Wu smiled lightly.

"Then I was invited here by your Director Wang to have a big dinner. ”

Qiao Wu's witty words didn't make Wang Chunsheng laugh, but Wang Chunsheng continued to ask coldly: "Did you tell you why you borrowed money?"

Qiao Wu shook his head.

"We haven't been in touch since we last met, and I don't know what he's up to. ”

Wang Chunsheng lowered his head, thinking in his mind whether Qiao Wu's words were true or false.

After a while, Wang Chunsheng looked at Qiao Wu.

"Who did you borrow money from last time?"

Qiao Wu thought about it, and then shook his head gently.

"I really don't know about this, I also heard from the other brothers under my hands. Why don't I go back and ask the king?"

Wang Chunsheng looked at Qiao Wu coldly, and then turned his gaze to the side.

"Don't think that if someone covers you, I can't do anything about you. Within three days, if I can't find a son, I'll take you to account. ”

After that, Wang Chunsheng looked at the policeman sitting on the side, and ordered: "Untie him and let him get out." ”

Qiao Wu, who was handchained to the interrogation chair, smiled, he had seen this kind of thing a lot, it was just a flesh and blood thing.

Wang Chunsheng, who returned to the office, frowned and flipped through his notebook. It is densely recorded with the known activity trajectory of Hanzi in the past few days.

After looking at it for a while, Wang Chunsheng gently rubbed his already sour eyes. Then he looked at the phone in hand and thought for a long time, and finally picked up the phone and dialed out.

After a while, the phone was connected. A calm middle-aged male voice came out of the microphone.

"Who?"

"Uncle, it's me, Chunsheng. ”

"What's the matter?"

"There's an incident on my side, and it's related to Qiao Wu......"

The two men talked on the phone for about ten minutes, most of the time Wang Chunsheng was talking while the other party was listening. Occasionally, the other party would ask one or two questions, and Wang Chunsheng answered them without hesitation.

Hanging up the phone, Wang Chunsheng sighed softly.

The climate outside is pleasant, but at this time, Wang Chunsheng's heart is as cold as winter.