Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

After all the preparations, he had never expected that Liu Dongxue would not be persuaded. He immediately laughed and said, "Student Liu, there may be some misunderstanding. How about this, you pay 500 yuan and we can end this matter here."

Liu Dongxue didn't say anything and looked at her second sister. The second sister was here and she was in charge.

Liu Xia Lian looked at Xue Zilin with contempt, which made Xue Zilin feel uncomfortable, as if he was seen through.

"Haha, five hundred? You bought that vase for five dollars, right? I have to teach you some legal knowledge. Extortion of more than fifty dollars is considered a large amount. Extorting fifty thousand dollars is a particularly large amount and you will be sentenced to jail. Not to mention a small shipyard like yours, even the young masters in the capital are executed every year. What's the point of your extra money? Where do you put the law? Do you think your family is bigger than the law?"

Xue Zilin was about to compromise, but after being frightened by Liu Xia Lian, he immediately became excited.

"Xiao Xiangning, you country bumpkin came to Tianhai to act tough. You must have come to the wrong place. I'm giving you face but you don't want it. I'm going to deal with you right away." Xue Zilin called his uncle and asked him to severely punish Liu Dongxue.

Professor Zhang San pulled Liu Xialian, and everyone came out. Professor Zhang pointed to the post office next to him and said, "I'm going to call my classmate. A wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him. Don't get beaten later. You know what's going on in the government office. There's no place to complain."

"Okay, go ahead."

Zhao Hua came over and asked what happened. Liu Xia Lian told him what happened.

Zhao Hua was a little worried: "We don't know what level Professor Zhang's classmates are at. They may not be determined to help us. My third uncle has returned to the base from the front line these days. I remember that one of his regiment leaders retired and became the director of a branch in Tianhai. I'll give him a call."

Professor Zhang had just finished his call when Zhao Hua also made a phone call. It was really inconvenient these days. Without a mobile phone, you had to use a landline for everything. It was very inconvenient.

As soon as Zhao Hua explained the situation, Commander Zhao nodded and agreed: "Okay, no problem, I'll contact him right away, but he's in another branch, a little far from you. If you don't leave the phone, I'll ask him to contact you."

Just five minutes later, Zhao Hua had just paid the phone bill when the phone rang. It was the Jiangfeng District Police Station calling.

The man was very kind: "Is this nephew Zhao Huaxian? It's me. Is this Director Li?"

"It's done. Just call me Uncle Li. My old boss just told me about it. You wait there. I'll send Captain Hu from the criminal police team over. He'll be there soon. But we're not in the same district. Let's see if we can coordinate."

After a while, about half an hour later, a jeep arrived first. The man in plain clothes, in his thirties, got out and smoked a cigarette, then waved to Zhao Hua.

"Is it Captain Hu?"

"It's me, sorry for the trouble. I came pretty quickly."

"Director Li said that there is no point in continuing to fight about this matter. It's mainly across regions, and we don't have the authority. We are here just to coordinate."

"Captain Hu is right. Sorry to bother you."

At this time, a Tianhai brand car with a municipal government license plate arrived, and the secretary and two assistants got out of the car.

These were the people called by Professor Zhang San, and a group of them came in in a mighty manner.

The pressure in the bureau was quite high. Captain Wang was scolding his nephew Xue Zilin: "How many times have I told you not to mess with college students? Do you really think they are made of mud? They have already reported it to the municipal government, and Li, the director of Jiangfeng District, also called to question me."

The two sides came together to mediate again.

As uncle, Captain Wang showed up with a smile on his face, and after the negotiation.

Xue Zilin's uncle, Captain Wang, suggested: "Let's forget about Liu Dongxue breaking the vase. The matter is over now. It can be considered a successful conclusion. No one will pursue the matter anymore."

What that means is that Liu Dongxue was wrong. She broke the vase, and they were magnanimous enough not to pursue the matter.

The secretary invited by Professor Zhang and Captain Hu invited by Zhao Hua also seemed to agree with this plan.

Liu Xia Lian said, "Captain Wang, you seem to have made a mistake. The question now is whether we should hold Xue Zilin accountable. It's not that you should forgive Liu Dongxue. The basis of all our negotiations is to admit that Xue Zilin framed my sister. Otherwise, there is no discussion."

Professor Zhang San suggested: "There is no point in talking. The vase has been shipped. Let's wait for the appraisal results to come out before we talk."

Captain Wang was very angry. It was so disrespectful. So disrespectful.

Although the two people invited to help were of high status, it was obvious that due to geographical reasons, they still hoped that Liu Xia Lian could compromise and make concessions. They could not provide any substantial help. After a few polite words, they went back. Their role was to prevent Captain Wang from doing anything reckless, and that was all.

As the group came out, Liu Xia Lian suggested, "It will take several months for the appraisal results to come out. Let's go back."

"Okay, the night is long and there are many dreams. Let's go back." Professor Zhang also agreed.

The group had just gotten on the car and had been driving for only about ten minutes when they arrived at a small alley. Six or seven young men on motorcycles rushed out, each holding a brick and hitting the car windows with it.

The strength of glass these days is still very limited, and the car glass shattered into pieces in an instant.

The middle-aged driver got so angry that he stepped on the accelerator and chased after them, but the group of people rode into a small alley and he couldn't catch up at all.

Liu Xialian said, "This has nothing to do with you. Leave the two cars. When you get back, call Mr. Zhao and tell him that I'll use the two cars for a few days. If they get damaged, I'll pay for them."

"You are Mr. Zhao's third sister, how can we just sit there and do nothing? Although we are both rough people, Yan and Zhao have always been full of generous and tragic people, and risking our lives is not a problem."

"No, you two can just drive without worry, I will bear all the losses." Liu Xia Lian said as she waved her hand and a falcon flew into the sky.

The driver was stunned. Was he encountering a magician?

"What's this eagle for?"

"We went to scout and chase those guys. Let's find a place to replace the car window. If you want to play, just play with them slowly."

Liu Xia Lian arranged for a jeep driver to take Professor Zhang and Liu Dongxue to the airport, and everyone else stayed to fight to the end.

Fighting against the sky is endless fun, fighting against the earth is endless fun. People's fighting will is very strong these days.

The car window was replaced, the jeep returned, and it was getting dark.

The four of them got in the car, and the driver asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the eastern suburbs. Leave the car there and you can go back."

The driver was very angry: "You don't trust us?"

"No, this brat has someone at the gate of the yamen. It will be disadvantageous for you if you stay here for a long time."

"Okay, then we'll listen to you." The two men were not young and foolish. If they were just young people from society, there would be no problem, but it would be too easy for the people in the yamen to deal with them.

As for Xue Zilin, he was so happy that he smashed Liu Xialian's car in the afternoon. In the evening, he took a group of motorcycle boys to the eastern suburbs of the city to have a motorcycle race. The dim lights created a competitive atmosphere.