Chapter 12 Huacheng Station

On August 12, 1998, early morning, heavy fog.

A car accident occurred near Hedong Bridge in Huacheng. A beggar with poor legs and feet was hit and killed by a car while crossing the road. The traffic police found several bags of methamphetamine in the beggar's close pocket.

On October 22, 1999, at 9 pm, people were passing by in Haizhu Square in Huacheng. A beggar knelt under the neon light. There was a shoe box in front of him. When someone gave him money, he kowtowed and didn't say anything. He might be a mute. The two mute children were also kneeling, and one of the older children was sticking their butts and winking at a girl selling flowers next to him.

There was an old man with a sling-legged suit and hat, who was drunk, and when he walked past the beggar, he threw it into the hat for 100 yuan like throwing a piece of waste paper. The old man walked far away and heard a scream. When he looked back, he saw that the mute beggar was holding the money and illuminating the lamp.

The two children of the beggar jumped and said, "Let me see, let me see the ** above."

They have heard of such a new version of the red 100-dollar bill, and now they have seen it with their own eyes.

The mute beggar spoke excitedly, and he said, "Oh, God, touch them all, don't steal them."

The girl selling flowers next to her immediately chased after her and said to the old man: "Wait a minute, you can buy flowers."

The old man burped, squinted his eyes and said, "How to sell it?"

The girl said: "Eight pieces are not expensive, and the flowers look so beautiful."

The old man took out a hundred dollars and said, "I want all of them."

"There are twelve flowers in total, ninety-six dollars." The flower girl took the money and said shamelessly, "Don't look for it, I don't have any change."

The old man said, "That won't work. You have to find money. That person is a beggar; you, you are a businessman."

The flower seller was stunned for a moment and quickly responded: "I'm just a flower seller. Please wait, I'll go there to exchange change."

The old man watched the girl turn around the corner and disappeared.

The old man sighed and threw the flowers into the trash can.

This old man costs three cents.

A few days later, the three cents appeared in Haizhu Square again. He said to the "dumb" beggar: "I'll give you one hundred yuan, and you can help me deliver this bag to the Saidi Entertainment City on Huanjiang Road. When I come back, I'll give you another hundred yuan."

"Is there such a good thing?" asked the beggar.

Send a hundred-dollar bill to the shoe box in front of the beggar for three cents.

"Why don't you give it?" asked the beggar.

"I have something to do." Sanjinqian replied.

"Who will I give you the things there?" asked the beggar.

"Look for Boss Huo." Sanwen Qian said.

"What's in the bag?" said the beggar, opening the canvas bag, which contained two bricks wrapped in newspaper.

"That's it," asked the beggar, "two red bricks?"

"Yes." Sanjin answered.

The way criminals transport drugs is usually separated by people and goods, and they find a fool as a scapegoat. Even if they are caught by the police, they cannot tell who is online. During the transportation process, there will be horsemen who will follow them secretly to prevent accidents. The way drug dealers hide drugs is even more strange. Hong Kong Zhang Weiyi hides drugs in watermelons, Hainan Jiefengping hides drugs in coconuts, Shanghai Zhou hides ecstasy in candles, Yunnan Li disguises heroin as glutinous rice and hides them in a few sacks of glutinous rice.

The two bricks with a three-month cost are cleverly disguised yellow arsenic. As long as the yellow arsenic is reprocessed, it will become No. 4 heroin.

During the Spring Festival crackdown in 1999, an intern police officer named Jiang Weidong wrote in the report: There are more than 30,000 registered drug users in Huacheng City, and the actual number of drug users is at least 50,000, or even more. There must be a secret den of drug dealers near Huacheng Railway Station. They use beggars and street children to deal drugs. According to informants, the leader of the drug trafficking gang is a person nicknamed Sanjin...

When the authorities were informing Jiang Weidong about the situation, Jiang Weidong disappeared and disappeared from the world like air. This report later attracted the attention of the Case Command.

There is a street just a few steps away from Huacheng Railway Station, called Deng [31     Update Express] Feng Street, with a large number of rental houses, and many migrants live here.

There is a wealthy restaurant on Dengfeng Street. The hall is simple and does not require decoration, but it is full of food every day and gathers diners.

Huacheng people are delicious, and those who are flying in the sky and swimming in the water can be made into delicious food on the plate. They call making money "making food", which shows that. Many old streets and alleys have delicious food. There is a snack shop selling wonton noodles on Huifu East Road, which is in the basement. There is a braised goose in Chaozhou Lane, which opens a shop on the roof of a residential building. There is a seafood restaurant on an iron-shelled boat in Nanhai Fishing Village on Huanshi Road. If someone hadn't been guided, such a shop would easily be missed.

In the 1980s, a black-necked red-crowned crane could also be seen in Huacheng. They migrated from the Heilongjiang River Basin to the south for winter. This bird was already rare because of the prey of Huacheng people.

Fugui Restaurant originally operated a snake soup. This famous dish was made of cobra, silver ring snake, golden ring snake, water snake, and brocade snake. After being banned by the wildlife protection department, it began to launch a new signature dish: beggar chicken.

Cut the three yellow earth chicken with yellow mouth, yellow feet, and yellow skin, marinate them with soy sauce, Shaoxi wine, and fine salt, grind various spices and rub them with fried auxiliary ingredients, put a clove on each armpit, then wrap it with lotus leaves, and then wrap it with yellow mud in the wine jar. Dig a hole underground, do not cover it too deep, cover it with soil, light open fire on it and bake it for more than an hour, roast it for half an hour, and then cook it with charcoal fire, and beggar chicken.

When you knock on the mud, the lotus leaves are covered with oil and water, and still have a faint green color. The fragrance of the lotus leaves is coming, and the chicken is plump and tender, plump and smooth. While the heat is swaying and the fragrance is everywhere, tear off a yellow-colored chicken leg and eat it. If there are three cups and two cups of strong wine, it will be prosperous and dry. No matter whether it is rich or poor, it will be fully chewed, and it will taste the tiger and wolf.

We have to say that this is called Huaji, because the boss used to be a beggar, and he was a big monster.

Although the restaurant is narrow, dirty and poor, it is crowded every day and the business is amazing. Behind the store is a yard with a steamed bun and willow in the yard, and the two wing rooms are the residences of the big monster and the shopkeeper. There are several benches and several low tables under the tree. When the guests are full, they will sit here, and even a few tables are placed in front of the restaurant.

There was originally a copper sign in front of the door, but it was later stolen by a wandering child on the street. What attracted the attention of passers-by were four crooked big words posted on the wall: Beggars are free.

This is probably the only restaurant that is free for beggars. If you have to find out one reason, it is that the boss is a beggar. The big monster never conceals his experience as a beggar. He told many customers that his blood-sucking son, and he said, "I think I am a dog, and now I am a human." People sympathize for his suffering experience and appreciate his compassion. Once a newspaper and TV station came to interview this good man, he refused. He promoted humanitarianism for the government and gave alms to the rich. He opened his kindness to the outside and closed the evil. Many times, virtue is just a box, packing sin.

This kind of compassion is just a superficial phenomenon. Those unkempt and dirty beggars entering and leaving restaurants do not affect the business of the big monster, because they are not running a restaurant, but drug trafficking. Only the real beggars who are really beggars will come here to accept alms. At first, the big monster is three cents, and Young Master Han just organized these beggars who are missing their arms and legs, divided the territory for them, and charged protection fees every month. In 1997, the three cents were not satisfied with being a beggar's leader, and began to use these beggars to sell drugs, give them some leftovers, and then let them transport drugs and ship them. The restaurant became a hidden drug den.

In February 1999, the intern policeman named Jiang Weidong came here for two investigations. The first time he bought a beggar chicken and said nothing. The second time, he bought another chicken and walked into the kitchen and said directly to the monster: "Boss, I want to ask you about someone."

"Who?" asked the big weirdo.

"Three cents."

"Don't know."

"Tell me, I am a policeman. I suspect you are drug trafficking. You'd better be more aware of it. Although I haven't obtained the evidence yet, I'm not formally interrogating you, I'm just talking to you in private. Next time I come, I'll come in police uniform. If you want to be smart, leave yourself a way out, which will be considered a meritorious service in the future. Ask you again, where is the three cents?"

"Behind you."

Jiang Weidong looked back but saw nothing.

Artistic vision should be everywhere, and not only ants and earthworms can see things underground. A year later, the old house on Dengfeng Street was demolished, and a skeleton was dug out from under the tree in the yard. It can be judged from a rusty belt card that the deceased was a policeman.

When the big monster stood under the tree in the yard, he felt a strange feeling. A dead person was buried under his feet. He killed a person with the chicken-killing hand. He knocked the policeman unconscious and strangled half to death. He cut the neck like a chicken and put the blood into the wooden barrel. The barrel had half a bucket of chicken blood, and it was slowly filled with it. In fact, he was killing people while vomiting until he buried the dead man under the tree. He felt exhausted and hatred in his heart. He felt that he had just wiped out the whole world.

From that day on, the big monster often had a strange dream, dreaming that there were many dense honeycomb-shaped holes on his arms and face, and chubby white worms crawling out of the holes. He did not feel fear, but he was not as calm, fearful and calm as before. He neither chose this nor that, which was his choice after killing people.

On August 21, 2000, at 11 o'clock in the evening, a pale young man walked into the Fugui Restaurant. He found a table to sit down, and the monster said, "It's closed."

The young man said, "I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Three cents."

The big monster looked at the young man, shook his head and said, "I don't know him."

The young man slowly picked up the teapot and a tea bowl on the table and placed it on the tea plate, and the other bowl was placed outside the plate. The big monster looked at it with a little surprised expression. The young man took two tea bowls from the adjacent table, placed four tea bowls horizontally on the left side of the pot, and poured the third cup full of water, picked it up, and handed it to the big monster. The holding posture was very strange, with the thumb on the right hand on the edge of the tea bowl, the index finger on the bottom of the bowl, and the left hand stretched out three fingers to attach the tea cup. The big monster took the tea bowl in the same posture and drank it all in one go.

This is a set of secret words for the Jianghu tea array, created by the Hongmen in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Many of the modern special police combat gestures are adapted based on the gang gestures. For example, when you lower your hands, place your palms at the height of your waist, your palms facing up, and your fingers separate into a gripping shape, which represents "dog". There are also Hongmen ceremony for the elderly to perform standardized Hongmen when they are funerals in some rural areas in Shanxi.

The pale young man was Gao Fei.

The first meaning of the tea array he set up was: his own people.

The second meaning is: ask for help.

The big monster drank the bowl of tea and expressed his approval and agreed to his request.

Our tears should have flowed from 1983.

Chaoshan people first came to the surroundings of the train station. After they ran small businesses and gathered some capital, they began to speculate on tickets. Train tickets and bus tickets became profitable resources for scalpers to call for the wind and rain in the market. Faced with market competition, fellow villagers gathered together, and the "Chaoshan Gang" appeared. This is a loose group characterized by living areas and dialects. In addition to storing tickets, they also engaged in soliciting customers. Two years later, more and more private transportation vehicles were transported, and a group of soliciting customers mainly locals in Huacheng appeared.

.The "Huacheng Gang" and "Chaoshan Gang" that originally did not interfere with each other began to have friction. After several large-scale armed fights, the "Northeast Gang" and the "Hunan Gang" quietly rose. The "Chaoshan Gang" lost its hegemony and instead sold fake invoices to passengers. They found a group of stinky old ladies to sell maps and train schedules at the exit. The old ladies pretended to be sending flyers. If someone took it, a large group of people immediately surrounded him. In desperation, they had to buy it at a high price to leave safely.

In the first half of 1990, no one dared to mess with the Northeast accent at the railway station, but in the second half of the year, the Hunanese dominated the country. Huacheng people also began to hire unemployed vagrants from other provinces to develop and strengthen their own strength, and Huacheng Railway Station formed a three-legged situation.

In 1991, the "migrant workers" around the Spring Festival exceeded people's expectations. The peak of passenger flow appeared quickly, and a large number of migrant workers were stranded at Huacheng Railway Station, with thousands of people wandering on the streets. The public security situation in Huacheng Railway Station and its surrounding areas deteriorated rapidly. More and more black cars were engaged in illegal operations, and hundreds of solicitors tricked people into getting on the train and then threw passengers off halfway.

"Step the Foot Gang" and "Lost the Money Gang" were the ones that came to be heard.

"Hey, boy, you stepped on me." A person deliberately kicked your trolley case and said to you. At this moment, your wit and resilience will be tested.

You have three choices: one, keep moving forward as if nothing happened; two, yell and get out; three, apologize in a low voice. Any choice may lead to a large group of gangsters surrounding you, and after the encirclement, it will be blackmail and blackmail.

"Lost money to help" is a kind of inferior scam, and it is easy to see through the greed for money by exploiting people's greed for money. It is worth mentioning that scammers near Huacheng Railway Station will commit robbery after being angry, that is, they are a group of robbers disguised as scammers.

With the police's crackdown, many criminal gangs had to find another way. The "Hunan Gang" changed the way of committing crimes while evading police attacks, using pregnant women, children, patients and the elderly to sell counterfeit money and fake train tickets. The criminal gang led by Zhang Kai, a Sichuan native, began to traffic and force women to engage in prostitution. They searched for young women who came from other places to work at Huacheng Railway Station, and tricked into getting on the car to traffic them on the grounds of introducing work. An old bachelor who lived with a living by ** in Lufeng County, Guangdong spent 8,000 yuan to buy a wife. Many years later, when the local police rescued the woman from a closed stone house, they found that the woman was already mentally ill.

In 1991, the "hair salon" in the mainland was also called a "barber shop", and in Huacheng there were "hair shampooing rooms" that did not wash their hair, and there were many small hotels. The hotel facilities were very simple, and most rooms only had a bed board set up by two stools. The bed was not for sleeping, but for prostitution.

In 1992, Zhou Wei, a native of Northeast China, gathered 46 fellow villagers and began to intervene in the crime of trafficking women. Not only that, they also joined forces with local widows in Huacheng to form a group at Huacheng Station to commit fraud and rob passengers by pretending to be relatives, friends or drivers of friends to pick up the station.

From then on, various new types of criminal phenomena continued to breed.

In 1993, Wang Jingji specialized in searching for some teenagers who wandered on the streets to be responsible for their food and accommodation, and trained these children for criminal skills. A group of professional thieves appeared.

Professor Fu Weiming from Sun Yat-sen University in Guangdong was stolen from the train. The police had to use special means to retrieve it after failing to investigate from multiple parties. There was a conversation in a rental house:

"I'm here to find you. My current identity is either a policeman or your friend."

"Tell me, what did you lose?"

“One bag.”

“How much is the bag?”

“Not a penny.”

"That……"

"There are only a few broken papers, which are an academic paper."

"Okay, wait for me for twenty minutes."
To be continued...