"I, Zhou Wenzhong, are not bragging to you. I will be out in 7 days at most."

"Well, I believe you."

"That's what you said a week ago, hurry up and cook."

"If you don't believe it, I will pull you down."

Zhou Wenzhong walked out of the dormitory with his shoes on and started his daily life again.

Around 11 a.m., a security guard came into the quarry carrying a long gun and playing with the cuffs in his hands.

The tone was neither salty nor bland, and he shouted in a long voice: "Bring Zhou Wenzhong to trial."

"arrive!"

Zhou Wenzhong handed over his hands, put on the handcuffs and walked ahead. He turned around and smiled at Shen Qingsheng and the other three.

"Hurry up and stop grinding."

Shen Qingsheng asked from the window in the room: "Where is the official who wants to interrogate him?"

"Coming from the capital."

Following the guidance of the security guard behind him, Zhou Wenzhong was taken to an office.

Just now, through the flat glass, I saw a police comrade in the room negotiating with the farm staff, talking and gesticulating.

"Then let's take advantage of the truck pulling things at noon. Anyway, the truck goes to the city at this time every day. It's just the right time to leave you two there."

"Then I'll do as you say and stamp it."

The policeman put the documents with the official seal in his wallet and asked, "You are Zhou Wenzhong."

"yes."

"There is something new about your case, so you need to go back to Beijing. I have just asked the security guards here, and they said that your performance has been particularly bad these days! You don't do your job well either, and you always steal work. You're cheating. According to the procedure, I have to ask you again. This is Director Wu of the farm. You can talk about it in front of him. We also want to hear whether the security guard has wronged you."

Zhou Wenzhong looked at Director Wu's face and felt that he was somewhat similar to Captain Wu in the quarry.

"The security guard did not accuse me wrongly. I have only focused on ideological reform these days. So I have neglected the labor reform aspect. I don't have the shame to take my salary for these days. It can be regarded as a fine, or as my meal ticket for these days." That’s fine. I recognize them all.”

Director Wu said to the police: "You see, his ideological transformation was indeed quite successful."

"I have to say that the teaching here is very good! It is indeed very training."

Director Wu chuckled, picked up a pen, wrote a small note and handed it to the police comrade.

"This is my note. You can just hand it to the truck driver later. I have something else to deal with. You can do whatever you want."

"good."

Seeing that the police comrades were silent, Zhou Wenzhong could only stand in the corner. Fortunately, he was lucky, and he heard the roar of the truck not even half an hour later.

"boom!"

The public security officer climbed onto the co-pilot and closed the door. As the truck bumped, Zhou Wenzhong sat in the back compartment and swayed as he drove toward the city.

Looking at the pedestrians and vehicles on the street, Zhou Wenzhong felt like a newly married daughter-in-law who had become a mother-in-law.

Two hours later, the truck stopped at the Tianjin Railway Station. The police took Zhou Wenzhong's handcuffs and went to buy two train tickets to Beijing East Station.

"According to regulations, the train ticket you took should..."

"You tell me the number when you get back, and I'll pay for it all."

"Sensible."

The public security officer pointed to the trolley outside the train tracks.

"My pockets are all empty. How about when I return to the capital?"

"good."

The police comrade bought two sticks of Moju brand cigarettes, tore off the wrapping paper and gave a pack to Zhou Wenzhong. He also thoughtfully gave a box of matches as a gift.

"5 yuan 2 a pack."

"It's okay. You can keep the account for me first. I'll return it to you when I get back to the capital. Can I sit down and rest for a while?"

"Sit down. I'm not stopping you."

Zhou Wenzhong was smoking a cigarette with his hands cuffed and immediately attracted two police officers from the railway department. They came over to check his ID and then turned around and left.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang..."

The staff shook the wooden-handled copper bells in their hands, chasing the people standing on the railway tracks, and signaling to everyone that the train was about to enter the station.

Zhou Wenzhong and Zhou Wenzhong lined up and embarked on the road back to Beijing.

There were 140 kilometers of railway in total, and the train drove for three hours. The two got off the train and walked for another five kilometers before arriving at the Hongxing Police Station from Beijing East Railway Station, where Director Zhang and Officer Wang had been waiting for a long time.

Already.

Director Zhang sent his subordinates away first, took out Zhou Wenzhong's last interrogation record from the drawer, and spread it out on the table.

"Sit down. Are you waiting for me to say a few words of politeness to you?"

"Eh."

Zhou Wenzhong raised the baffle of the iron chair with both hands, leaned forward and sat down.

"Zhou Wenzhong, let me ask you now, besides the flyover fraud, where are your other crime locations?"

Zhou Wenzhong asked with a confused look on his face: "I didn't commit fraud?"

"cough…"

Wang Jianping cleared his throat, picked up the teacup and took a sip and said: "Since there is no fraud, how did you come in last time? Isn't this your signature and fingerprints on it?"

"It's my fingerprint, but you two have to give me a chance to explain, right? The last time I set up a stall in Tianqiao, it was just to raise some charity for people fleeing famine. Later, I was arrested by Tianqiao Police Station, so

I don't have time to donate the money at all, don't you think so, Mr. Wang?"

Wang Jianping smoked a cigarette and understood the threat in Zhou Wenzhong's words. He didn't stop it directly the last time he was at his home. If this matter gets serious, it would be condoning it. It will have some impact on him to some extent.

Director Zhang said: "Let me ask, Zhou Wenzhong, you just said it was a charity. Which unit did you report this donation to? If your donation has not been approved by the relevant unit, it is illegal.

"

"I am a spontaneous donation by individuals and the masses in the absence of public services. This has simple legitimacy and is not socially harmful. After all, the ultimate goal of government, municipal administration and judicial adjudication is to increase social

well-being, not to reduce social well-being.

Even if I have touched the borderline of crime, the superior unit can consider not pursuing my criminal responsibility and adopt a more mild punishment method, such as criticism and education, so as to achieve better social effects.

And my starting point is definitely good, I can only say that I used the wrong method. From a subjective point of view, I just want to help people in need. From an objective analysis of my behavior of setting up a stall, although I did not report it to the relevant units

, but in the end, the 8 cents are still in the donation box, and I haven’t touched a penny.”

"Also from a factual point of view, they said I was committing fraud. I raised a total of 8 cents for charity that day, but I lost 2 two-faced steamed buns! You can buy them for 8 cents

2 don’t want food stamps, 3 taels of steamed buns? Am I a scam? I’m being cheated!”

After Zhou Wenzhong finished his lengthy self-defense, Director Zhang and Director Wang leaned back on the backrest. One smoked with his legs crossed, and the other held the teapot in both hands and turned around.

After two minutes of silence, Officer Wang put down the teapot and said, "Don't sidestep the question. I am not discussing the meaning of the word fraud with you. I am asking you if you have done anything similar before this donation." Zhang Suo

Chief, you are the top leader in this room, and you are also the one who tried Zhou Wenzhong's case, what do you think?"

"He was not tried by us. Zhou Wenzhong was handed over by Tianqiao Police Station. Our judgment and fine on him were based on the handling opinions given by Tianqiao Police Station."

"Oh? Is there anything else?"

Zhou Wenzhong listened to the fake conversation between the two, tilted his head on the baffle and closed his eyes to rest.

"You were not in the capital during those days, so you don't know the process of this case."

"What considerations did the Tianqiao Police Station base on to sentence Zhou Wenzhong to such a long sentence?"

"The severity of the plot, the impact afterwards, the attitude in explaining the problem, and finally whether Zhou Wenzhong showed remorse."

The two discussed Zhou Wenzhong's attitude of admitting his mistake for 15 minutes. They discussed the subsequent impact of the overpass stalls for 20 minutes. Finally, they successfully brought the topic to the definition level. They began to argue about whether the money in the box was a charity or not?

The two of them were arguing incessantly, successfully convincing Zhou Wenzhong to fall asleep.

It was an hour later when he woke up again. Zhou Wenzhong wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth first.

"Then what if he donated it?"

"But what if he didn't donate?"

"Isn't he going to donate?"

"I'm ready to go, but I haven't gone yet."

Director Wang picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp, then slammed the tea cup on the table.

"Zhou Wenzhong, you say it yourself! Have you shown any donation performance?"

"I haven't had time to donate yet, but I've already raised some money."

"Director Zhang, listen, he has collected donations and is about to donate."

"Why are we two arguing? It depends on how Zhou Wenzhong answers."
To be continued...