My brother Song Dongli learned a little martial arts, and my second sister has been self-regarded as strong in martial arts since childhood, always thinking about carrying forward and inheriting the spirit of martial arts, but he doesn't like to use his brain to learn a little, barely went to junior high school, after graduation, no matter how my mother scolded him, he did not let him go to the vocational high school electric tong class in the family photo, but unusually chic and free to step into the society, recruit workers in the mine and register to work.

In order not to be assigned to work underground, my mother forced my father to bring a gift that I don't know what I didn't know, and asked someone to work in the surface electromechanical plant. A few years later, the mine will send a group of workers to the Municipal Institute of Engineering for advanced training for a period of two years, and after graduation, they will be directly reassigned according to the cadres. My mom forced my dad to bring some gifts and asked someone to ask my brother for a quota.

So, my brother Song Dongli rode the happy brand red motorcycle that his family spent more than 4,000 yuan to buy every day, and enrolled in the technician college in a beautiful way.

In the first semester, I got satisfactory results for my unit and family, and all five subjects I completed were above pass.

However, in the second semester, he was expelled.

The reason was that he was detained by the police for helping his classmates fight, which was the first time in my brother's life to "enter the game". After fifteen days of detention, no matter how much my parents tried to get Song Dongli out, the biggest result of their operation was that my brother stayed relatively comfortable in the detention center, and was not subjected to corporal punishment or beating and scolding by the suspect in the same room.

After being returned to the unit, my brother also took a serious shift for a few years and became a technical backbone in the overhaul workshop of the factory.

Because he has been particularly interested in some iron things since he was a child, the family's small hoof watch and my father's bicycle, etc., have been secretly dismantled by him, and he has shown his unique talent in machinery very early, and most of the children in the alley have been given the bird gun he made with bicycle chains, the slingshot made of iron wire, the ice hammer sharpened with a drill rod, the ice climbing plow and other iron toys. For all kinds of equipment and components in the unit, he can always figure out the maintenance techniques before others. His skillful skills not only made him undisputed to be promoted to class leader, but also brought great convenience to him from time to time to dump some waste materials and accessories home from time to time and renovate them to my second sister's store and sell them at second-hand prices.

Song Dongli, who tasted the sweetness of selling things, was later promoted by the tide of the whole people going to the sea to do business in the early 90s, so he simply left his post without pay, opened an equipment store for industrial and mining enterprises, became a dealer, and made money openly, in his words, the Communist Party's money. Because his customers are mainly state-owned enterprises and mines, most of them become suppliers in the form of bidding, and push the equipment to the enterprises at several times or even more than ten times the profit. All you need to do is come up with enough kickbacks to get to the point.

According to my brother, he successfully captured the chief of procurement of a company in nearby Dongshan City, and he profited a lot from it. The level of corruption and extravagance of this leader is staggering, relying on illegal income such as kickbacks and bribes from suppliers, and spending huge sums of money to rent a presidential suite in a five-star hotel in the provincial capital for a long time.

He does not work in the unit all the year round, and directs the work remotely, and some meetings call his subordinates to the presidential suite in the provincial capital. The leader's biggest hobby is to let the supplier play mahjong with him. As long as he wants to play, the suppliers must be on call, no matter what city they are in, whether you are flying or catching a train. Every time he plays with him, these bosses have to bring a huge amount of money, and they can only lose, and if they win him, he will turn his cards and turn his face, and then the supplier's supply qualification may be cancelled. A game of winning and losing tens of thousands of hands is a piece of cake for him. ”

My brother told me this after a drink.

And my brother, by doing what he liked, successfully caught up with this God of Wealth and made a lot of benefits from it. Specifically, as a member of the family, I have also indirectly enjoyed the rich benefits brought by these benefits.

My brother has his own excuses for this mysterious leader and his own actions, and the sentence he hangs on his lips all day long is "No matter whether the cat is black or white, if you catch a mouse, you are a good cat." ”

My father had already discovered that my brother Song Dongli's way to wealth was a bit "steep", and he had advised him more than once to take it easy and not do illegal things. My brother always disagreed.

"It's okay, aren't you making less money Dad!"

"I'm different from you, I'm making money, you're making money, boy! ”

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm following the leader!"

My father worked in a small coal mine contracted by himself very early after the reform of the state-owned enterprise system, and with his rich experience in underground coal mining, he was also a hot person hired by various mine owners at that time, and as a manager or partner, he could often get a very high salary or dividends. So, let's be honest, every penny of my father's money is perfectly legal and with a clear conscience.

As an old party member who made money by his ability, my father found that my brother's money came too quickly and unreasonably, he called it "steep", and always felt that my brother's money was a little precarious.

The father was right to be worried.

At the end of 1999, the whole country was immersed in the joy and excitement that preceded Macau's return to the motherland, and some people were immersed in the horrors that preceded the end of the world, which were widely rumored around the world.

However, the terrifying end of the world has not come, and the end of my brother's infinitely beautiful days has come first.

He was finally planted on the wrong path he had taken.

The God of Wealth, to which my brother depended, was dismissed, and a number of suppliers involved in the case were involved, including Song Dongli. Fortunately, compared with others, Song Dongli's bribe amount is simply a small amount, and during the conversation with the case-handling personnel, he was able to take it seriously, actively explain the problem, and meet the circumstances of voluntary surrender, and after being detained in the detention center for a month, he was exempted from prosecution, but paid a considerable amount of fine.

Later, my brother learned from other suppliers that the "God of Wealth" didn't like the little money that my brother bribed him at all, and he was able to maintain contact with my brother because he fell in love with my brother, who had "aura" but no "thief", and to put it bluntly, he was a person who was more "stupid" and could make full use of it when necessary.

This is a bit of a shame for my brother, because the music he once bragged about was all shattered by this "stupid" positioning, and he didn't know that he was treated as a clown.

However, my brother, with his naturally optimistic nature, quickly offset this depression with the pleasure of sharing what he had seen and felt about the second time in his life.

He was sent to the detention center just in time for the depths of winter in early December, and he was allowed to contact his family for the last time before the police took him into custody. At 9 o'clock that night, he called me and told me two things: first, he would be in the detention center a few hours later, and I would be responsible for going to the public security organ to handle the relevant matters as a family member; Second, don't tell my sister-in-law and my mother about this.

When he was first detained at the age of 20, I was still a child, I was in school, and my parents were in charge of the affairs of the family, and my parents did not let me know much about my brother's detention, except for the feeling that the atmosphere in the house was somewhat solemn.

This time, when I received a call from him in a low and nervous voice, to be honest, I was momentarily overwhelmed. This is the first time I have had to take on the big responsibility of my family on my own. My mind instantly alternated between his embarrassment in the detention center and his once unbeatable life.

Dongshan City is more than 300 kilometers away from us, so I borrowed the company's van overnight and drove to Dongshan by myself, trying to see my brother before he entered the detention center. But when I arrived at the Criminal Investigation Department of the Public Security Bureau, I only saw his clothes, mobile phone, keys, wallet and other items. The investigator told me that he had been escorted to the Dongshan City No. 2 Detention Center an hour earlier.

"It's his belongings, you count them and sign them."

"Why did you take off his coat?" I met my brother's Caesar-collared leather jacket and pants.

"You must wear a uniform when you go in."

The case-handling officer said coldly.

"How long?"

"I don't know, it depends on the progress of the case."

The case officer flipped through the paper I had signed and continued:

"Tomorrow is just in time for the second visit, you can send him some luggage and save some money."

"Can I see him?"

"Visits are strictly prohibited during detention in the detention center."

Seeing his attitude, he didn't bother to explain more to me, so I simply asked for the address of the second look, picked up my brother's belongings and left there, drove all the way to the second look nearby, and found a hotel to stay temporarily.

I barely slept all night, and finally stayed up until dawn, so I came out early and walked to the door of the detention center to inquire about the rules with other family members who came one after another.

At half past eight o'clock, a policeman came out of the inside and opened the gate on time, and at the same time, someone pushed open the door of the reception room of the detention center next to the gate from the inside, and dozens of family members gathered outside the gate swarmed in and rushed into the reception room.

Here is a commissary, to be precise. A circle of counters sells daily necessities for detainees. Because outside items were not allowed in the cell, the families came empty-handed and hurriedly picked up their things.

There was only one morning opening time, so everyone scrambled to squeeze forward.

I was pushed by the crowd to look at the counters first, and then I bought a set of bedding, a set of autumn clothes and pants, a pair of cotton shoes, a hat, a pair of gloves, and a large bag of food.

While waiting, I learned that I could pass a note inside. Caught in an item, ask the police to avoid the surveillance cameras and send it in. So I found a notebook in the car, tore down a piece of paper, and wrote a few simple words to my brother, on the one hand, telling him that I was outside, implying that he would try his best to get him out, and on the other hand, asking him to strive for leniency in the spirit of confession and leniency. After writing and folding it and stuffing it into the top layer of the clothing baggage, he pinned the note with Song Dongli's name on it outside the baggage with a paper clip, went to the detention prison building, and handed it to the doorman police.

When the police were picking up the burden, I casually touched a folded piece of 100 yuan cash to the policeman below, and whispered, "This 100 yuan is for you to buy yourself some cigarettes." ”

This is what I heard from other family members in the morning.

The policeman, who was about my brother's age, took the money between his fingers and put the burden on the window sill outside the guard's room, and whispered, "Wait here."

In the prison building where I stood, only the entrance of the guard hall was open to the outside, and the rest were closed with a solid iron bar, including the windows of the guard's room, which were embedded with iron bars, but now the small fence door left on the windows was open.

After about ten minutes, a younger policeman came from the corridor inside the iron fence, entered the guard room, took my brother's baggage from the window, glanced at the name on the note, and walked into the depths of the corridor inside the iron fence.

I and other waiting family members tacitly stood in the foyer outside the fence, anxiously smoking a few cigarettes in quick succession. None of them spoke, including the policeman who was on his fingers.

Everyone knows that every move and sound of standing here is under the eyes of the Dharma, and since everyone has done a small action that is forbidden by the law, they must be in awe.

After a while, the young policeman came out of the depths of the hallway, entered the guard's room, took out a dozen notes from his pocket, lay on the windowsill inside, and read the names of the detainees one by one.

The moment he shouted "Song Dongli", my heart was shaken, and a stream of air rushed from my heart to the bottom of my throat, and I eagerly looked forward to seeing my brother's reply.

I took Song Dongli's note, the one I sent in, and he wrote a reply on the back, seven words: "Buy me good cigarettes - Song Dongli".

Holding this palm-sized note, I flipped through it several times, and I felt lost and distressed. I hope that this piece of paper will convey my brother's inner thoughts and the cause of the incident, as well as the living conditions, food conditions, and friends in the prison cell, and so on, hoping to infer from this that he is in both mental and physical condition.

However, I only felt my brother's addiction to smoking.

I walked up to the finger policeman and whispered to him, if you can help me bring in another cigarette for Song Dongli.

The policeman said seriously and dismissively: "No way, smoking is not allowed inside." ”

I glanced down at the long corridor inside the iron fence, took a deep breath, and walked out of the cell with my brother's note in my hand.

Outside the gate, I stopped and tried to find the family member who had told me a lot of the inside story, and asked him again about how I could get the cigarettes in, but I didn't see him.

According to him, the suspect must be beaten first after entering, and he is beaten by the so-called "big Malaysian" and his men, and if he is subdued, he becomes the weakest one, and he is bullied everywhere, and he continues to be beaten if he is not convinced. However, the probability of a newcomer winning is very low, and the generally better result is a draw, and then the Malaysian tooth does not interfere with each other, and no one provokes anyone. And the police often turn a blind eye to this. There are often people who are beaten unconscious, and even the last time he came, that is, a week ago, he encountered a person who was taken away, and it should have been an unnatural death, most of them were bullied for a long time by the big Malaysian Yazi in the prison, and this phenomenon happens every year.

Originally, I had seen in movies and television in Hong Kong, Taiwan or European and American films, there were often fights in prisons, and the plot was shocking, and now my relatives may have to suffer the same situation, I couldn't help but become more worried, and I had no time to take into account my brother's desire to smoke, so I quickly took out my mobile phone and called my college classmate Ding Yuchen.