From this call, Ling Sheng knew that Yang Taotao was already in action. The next day, I went to the Yancheng forum, and a new post came out, first talking about Yang Taotao's interview in the countryside, and then the Yancheng Discipline Inspection Commission's reply to Yang Taotao, saying that the accountant of the original neighborhood committee involved in the case had been transferred to the judicial organs, and the city and county discipline inspection commissions were also filing a case for investigation of the former branch secretaries of the neighborhood committees involved in the case. The Qianhu County Commission for Discipline Inspection is also investigating Xia Zhifa's problem, and many websites have reposted the matter. Ling Sheng knew that things had developed to this point, and the dust had basically settled, and there would be nothing more of his own affairs in the future. Thinking about the things that those old party members didn't do a few times when they went to the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection several times, they could do it very easily, and Ling Sheng still had a little sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, there is only one day left before the appointment with Zhang Yousheng, but the money is still not settled. What should I do tomorrow, Ling Sheng was anxious.

In the afternoon, the mobile phone rang, it was Zhang Yousheng calling, it will be time tomorrow, what is he calling for today? Ling Sheng stubbornly connected to his mobile phone.

"Hey, Ling Sheng, how is the money prepared?"

"It hasn't worked out yet." When Ling Sheng said this, he was a little worried about Zhang Yousheng's reaction after hearing this.

"What? Still inconclusive? Zhang Yousheng didn't seem to be surprised at all when he heard Ling Sheng's answer, as if he had already expected it: "No money, no problem, you can meet me tonight, if you don't have money for the time being, you should be able to say hello to me in person first, right?" ”

Zhang Yousheng's tone of voice was not as arrogant as usual, which made Ling Sheng feel a little surprised, and besides, his request was not too much, so let's touch it below.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, where can I see you?"

"At nine o'clock tonight, let's go to the Qingxin Teahouse in the north of the town." Zhang Yousheng replied lightly, and then said in an aggravated tone: "However, you must come!" ”

"Okay, no problem, I'll be on time!" Although Ling Sheng felt that it was winter, it was a little too late at nine o'clock in the evening, but he still agreed.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yousheng, who hung up the phone, showed a weird smile on his face, and said secretly in his heart: Ling Sheng, Ling Sheng, as long as you come tonight, you will die! Hum!

In winter, night comes early. Ling Sheng stood alone at the window of the office, looking at the neon lights on the distant street, thinking about the appointment with Zhang Yousheng to meet tonight: Why did Zhang Yousheng ask himself to meet tonight? Could it be true that you just want to say hello to him? No way! There must be a conspiracy in this. But what will he do to himself? Can't think of it. I have always been alone in doing things, and if I am framed by others, I must keep evidence in my hand・・・・・・

After thinking about it, the time was close to nine o'clock unconsciously, and it was time to go, Ling Sheng rode the battery car to the side of the road in Qingxin Teahouse and stopped. He carried a two-step mobile phone with him today, one in his trouser pocket, which was clearly visible from the outside. The other is in the outer breast pocket of the vest worn under the puffer jacket. Ling Sheng took out his mobile phone on his upper body at this time, turned on the camera function button, and started to take pictures. Then he put the phone back in his vest pocket, unzipped the down jacket outside, and then walked towards Qingxin Teahouse.

Through the glass door outside the teahouse, Ling Sheng saw Zhang Yousheng propped his elbows on the back of the two-seater sofa, chatting and laughing with the few people sitting there. Ling Sheng glanced at it, and there were a total of 11 people under the teahouse. A waiter, a cashier, both women. The other 9 men seem to be in the same group as Zhang Yousheng.

After seeing the situation inside the door, Ling Sheng pushed the door in.

Seeing Ling Sheng coming, Zhang Yousheng walked over, and the other people scattered in twos and threes, sitting or standing.

"Grandma, you're lining up to prevent me from escaping." Seeing the movement of their people, Ling Sheng immediately guessed their intentions, it seemed that tonight was the appointment of the Hongmen.

"It's about to be the New Year, and it's hard to find money now." Zhang Yousheng said to Ling Sheng with a smile: "I know that you can't turn around now, so let's do it, if you copy this thing, I won't want the 20,000 yuan!" As he spoke, Zhang Yousheng took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Ling Sheng.

Ling Sheng took it and saw that it was a handwritten real estate mortgage book. The text reads: I, Li Ming, voluntarily mortgaged the 306 property in Building 5 of Guanhuayuan under my name to Zhang Yousheng, and borrowed 150,000 yuan for two months・・・・・・

Zhang Yousheng pointed to the mortgagor Li Ming on the paper and said to Ling Sheng: "You can change this mortgagor Li Ming to your own name Ling Sheng, and change the last date." ”

"However, this house is not mine, it is useless for me to write it, and I have not borrowed 150,000 yuan from you." Ling Sheng felt very strange about Zhang Yousheng's request.

"It doesn't matter if you don't use it, you just change the name and copy it aside. You can go back after copying it, and I don't want the 20,000 yuan either. Zhang Yousheng took a blank piece of paper and pen from the bar and handed it to the tea table in front of Ling Sheng.

"Why did I write something that didn't work?" Ling Sheng knew that Zhang Yousheng said that it was absolutely impossible for him not to ask for money after he copied this mortgage in his own name, but he really couldn't figure out Zhang Yousheng's purpose.

"I've already said it, it doesn't matter to you whether it's useful or not, you just need to copy one side, and it's none of your business if you write it." Zhang Yousheng was a little impatient at this time, and urged Ling Sheng to say, "Hurry up and write, I still have something to do." ”

Ling Sheng sat there, holding the pen in his hand, his eyes looking at the mortgage book, his brain spinning rapidly, thinking about what the consequences would be if he wrote this mortgage letter. What Ling Sheng couldn't figure out the most was why Zhang Yousheng wanted him to write that he mortgaged the house that was not his own to Zhang Yousheng, even if he wrote it, wasn't it a piece of waste paper? To be honest, Ling Sheng now even doubted the existence of 5 306 houses in Guanhuayuan.

Before Ling Sheng could start writing, he raised his head and glanced around at them again. It doesn't matter what you look at, a very burly, tiger-backed guy yelled at him: "Damn, what are you looking at?!" He shouted as he walked up to Ling Sheng, and violently raised his arms and smashed his fists at Ling Sheng's head in turn.

Ling Sheng sat there and couldn't move to dodge for an instant, only lying on the table with his head in his hands. At this time, I heard Zhang Yousheng say: "Big man, don't beat people, write something about him." ”

The boxing stopped, Ling Sheng raised his head, and saw Zhang Yousheng smiling and pulling the big man aside, and then came to Ling Sheng and urged: "Hurry up and write, hurry up and write!" ”