After being stunned for a moment, Bu Qingge took out his mobile phone: "Thank you for your advice, do you need me to dial 110?"

Xu Xiangyang said with a look of surprise: "Oh, Why? At this time, if you make a call, it is a false alarm. According to Article 25 of the "Public Security Administration Punishment Law", reporting false police officers shall be detained for not less than 5 days but not more than 10 days. ”

Li Wenzheng said with a smile: "Every citizen must learn to take up legal weapons to defend his legitimate rights. In order to ensure our own safety, he and I worked hard every day to study law on our own. In some ways, we are more professional than the most professional lawyers. ”

Xu Xiangyang added: "Everything we do next will be in full compliance with the law. Please be assured that we are good law-abiding citizens. ”

Bu Qingge sneered: "Okay, I want to see how you are law-abiding." ”

Li Wenzheng leaned into Bu Qingge's ear, lowered his voice and said: "In fact, among our 'Thirty-six Tricks of Collection', only sixteen moves are basically legal, and there are twenty moves that are illegal. But so what, the law has to be evidence-based, and without proof, who can say what we did?"

Xu Xiangyang smiled and nodded: "Our mantra is, disagree? There's no evidence, you call a bird. ”

Li Wenzheng had a proud expression on his face.

Bu Qingge felt the pressure.

If these two people show their knives and guns directly, they will come up and do it. That's easy to do, it's tough. When it comes to fighting, who is afraid of whom?

But now, these two people are "talking about the law" with him

It's a headache.

The sky is not afraid, the earth is not afraid, and the hooligans are not afraid. And these two people are undoubtedly very cultured.

Bu Qingge thought for a while: "Isn't it okay to talk about the law, I will now sue you for the crime of trespassing on Ren's house." ”

Xu Xiangyang was shocked: "How is it possible? Theoretically, the crime of trespassing into Ren's house is to 'trespass without a legitimate reason.'" In practice, it requires the perpetrator to have a bad subjective motive. I knocked on the door in a friendly manner, and I came in with your permission, and I came to give you gifts, and if this is a crime, shouldn't the courier be shot?"

Step light song stop.

Ye Feiling said coldly: "This is my home, I have ownership of this house, and now I officially invite you out." ”

Xu Xiangyang smiled and said, "Of course, of course, this is your right." Since the host is not welcome, we will take our leave now. Please take the gifts. ”

After putting down the gifts, the two really turned around and left, and when they came to the door, they bent down in unison, bowed respectfully, and said with a smile: "We deeply regret what will happen next." Until next time. ”

Seeing the two of them say goodbye politely, Bu Qingge fell silent.

He grew up in the mountains and wilderness, and has always been very bold, daring to play with wild wolves as domestic dogs and catching poisonous snakes as leather whips. But at this moment, Bu Qingge felt a chill.

The real threat is not shouted hoarsely, but faintly in and out.

Ye Zhengrong also had a serious face, and he opened the two gift boxes.

A gift box contains a bell, sending the end (bell)

The other gift box contains an urn.

Ye Zhengrong was furious and smashed these two "gifts" to pieces.

Early the next morning, when Bu Qingge woke up, he heard Ye Zhengrong talking on the phone in the living room.

This morning, Ye Zhengrong's phone calls continued. At first, he explained with a smile, followed by patient persuasion, and in the end, in a fit of rage, he smashed his phone to pieces.

Then, smashed Ye Feiling's mobile phone again.

When Bu Qingge handed over his mobile phone, Ye Zhengrong waved his hand: "Forget it, don't answer it, they can do whatever they want." ”

After listening to it for a morning, Bu Qingge naturally understood what was going on.

Those two guys made a shot, and the shot was crisp and neat, hitting the point, and never dragging the mud and water. The two of them called all the dealers and suppliers of the Ye family, and the crisis faced by the Ye family was infinitely magnified. So, all the partners couldn't sit still and called Ye Zhengrong's phone like crazy.

In the afternoon, the situation continued to deteriorate. Several banks and the creditors of the Ye family all sent people to the door. Even President Wang of the Bank of China sent a text message to Bu Qingge, vaguely mentioning the loan.

In the evening, Zhengrong Arts and Crafts Factory managed by Ye Zhengrong and Lingyu Trading Co., Ltd. managed by Ye Feiling, all employees came to the door to ask for salaries.

Standing upstairs, looking at the people in the living room, and the crowd surrounded by the crowd, they pretended to be calm, but obviously couldn't hold back the anxious Ye family's father and daughter, Bu Qingge sighed in his heart: The last time the Ye family was in crisis, it was he who helped him, and he survived it safely. This time, can the Ye family escape this catastrophe?

At four o'clock in the morning, Bu Qingge woke up from his dream. He got up and found the lights still on the balcony. When he looked over, Ye Feiling was wearing a coat, standing there not knowing what he was thinking.

The night was cool, and this cold woman was obviously a little cold with her hands on her chest.

But her back is still straight.

Bu Qingge took a blanket and draped it over her.

Ye Feiling didn't look back and said "thank you"

Bu Qingge hesitated for a moment and said, "If I'm tired, I can borrow your shoulder to lean on." ”

Ye Feiling refused without hesitation: "No." I never relied on anyone, I only relied on myself. ”

Feeling the breath on Ye Feiling's body that rejected people thousands of miles away, Bu Qingge sighed slightly in his heart, and he turned around and left.

On the balcony, Ye Feiling was still standing there, lonely and proud!

It's dawn.

Buqingge was woken up by a frantic knock on the door. He heard a large crowd rushing in, babbling about something.

Afraid that something would happen to the Ye family's father and daughter, Bu Qingge hurriedly got up and looked: there were many more people in the living room, including a white-haired grandmother, a young woman in pajamas, and a shirtless uncle. Everyone blushed with excitement and shouted in the loudest voice:

"You are responsible for the trouble you caused, why should you affect us?"

"yes, there were dozens of more lunatics in the neighborhood overnight. Do you know that a madman is not criminally responsible for murder?"

"Walking in the neighborhood right now feels like walking in a slaughterhouse. What if those crazy people go crazy and really kill people? Even if they don't kill people, what if they hurt people. What if you don't hurt anyone, but scare the child? Can you afford this responsibility?

Ye Feiling stood in the crowd, trying to explain something, but her voice was drowned out in this tide of anger, and she didn't even make a splash.

In the midst of countless accusations, Ye Feiling, who had always straightened his waist, finally bent down. The eyes that had always shone like stars also dimmed.

Bu Qingge finally couldn't help it and shouted: "Shut up." ”

This sound was like thunder, which frightened everyone. Everyone looked up in unison and saw him standing on the second floor. A few people were glaring and about to scold.

Bu Qingge was furious, and his hands couldn't help but break hard.

With a crisp sound, the solid wood handrail of the staircase was broken alive by him, and then thrown heavily onto the living room tiles. Then a voice full of anger followed: "Now, can you shut up?"