A year after moving into the new home, I bought a parking space in the garage, which is right in front of the elevator door of my building.
I was relieved to hang the number plate and finally no more parking spaces.
But on the first day, my parking space was occupied.
01
Back from work, a black Audi was parked in my spot.
Can’t you see the obvious “personal space” on the parking lot?
The car left no number left by the driver. I lamented myself. Forget it. It’s probably the first day that people don’t know the parking space has been sold.
In order to ensure that no one else is in my parking space, when I get home, I’m going to put an A4 on the “Sold, Do Not Stop” on the black Audi windshield. Then a shoe box was removed, and the same words were written on the cardboard, and the rope was placed under my space plate, and the cardboard fell down, only slightly above the head.
I think we’ll see about that.
The next day was a rainy day, and I bought a lot of stuff from the supermarket and came home early, but I drove to the garage and found that black Audi was still in my parking space.
I got out of the car with the fire, and the A4 paper left yesterday was thrown on the floor, and the Audi car was wearing beads and clearly went out and stopped again.
I parked in front of an anonymous firehouse that ran straight into my Skyline. I’ll ask the owner if he can’t read.
But I waited 20 minutes and nobody came down to move the car.
I again called the mobile hotline and asked them about the situation. The operator told me that the telephone was actually on the line and I was holding my anger to ask them about the owner ‘ s number, but no matter how softly I sharpened the bubble, the operator refused to disclose the owner ‘ s information, even to apologize to me and said he would continue to contact the owner.
Damn it, it’s not your fault!
I waited another 10 minutes, and the bastard’s owner was still invisible and I had to call the property.
I waited 40 minutes in the garage when the property came. After checking the records, property personnel apologized to me for seeing my face as fast as carbon, but told me that it was not a small car, that the information was not registered and that they were powerless.
It seems I was too kind yesterday.
I drove the car away, I went out to buy a chain lock, and I locked the car’s wheels.
And when I had finished all this and brought everything up to my house, I was so tired on the couch.
When people get tired, the fire is down.
I thought, if there’s anything urgent about each other, it’s a neighbor.
So I went downstairs and left a note in the Audi’s car and wrote my phone number.
I wasn’t expecting it until the next morning.
When I was at work, I went to the parking lot to look at it. Black Audi had left, and the chain had been cut and left.
I guess the owner of this car is a tough-mouthed guy who’s been holding my parking space for two days and is embarrassed to contact me again.
Too bad I paid $15 for the chain, but forget it. Give him a little warning.
When I returned to the garage that night, it was clear that the space was empty, and I thought this little wind was over, but it turned out I was naive.
02
The next day, I was planning to go to the next city to do some work, and when I got to the high-speed entrance, the tires suddenly started calling the police.
I pulled over to check, and the two rear wheels were clearly cluttered, and it was probably something.
And I was so depressed, I scolded myself, I looked right and left, and fortunately there was a car repair shop, and I barely drove there.
The boss took off my wheel and checked it. He said there was a nail in the tire, and it was pretty good, so we could just give it back.
I’m glad it’s not too late or too much to lose, but the boss asked me, “Have you recently offended someone?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what he’s talking about.
When he saw me faceless, he picked up two strange nails from the ground and gave them to me: “These two nails were taken off your tires, and they would not appear on the road. I’m sorry.
I took the nails and I figured it out.
It’s two four-legged black nails, each stretching out with the same angle and looking like a dark instrument. Even though I’ve never seen this before, it’s not hard to guess.
The nails are probably like this.
The boss confirmed my guess, and he said it was called a tripod, and he threw it on the floor, and he promised to have an angle on his face. Businessmen who used to be dark-minded left this on the ground to increase their business, one by one, and were subsequently dealt with by the police several times, are now not very visible.
And he also said, “Well, this thing usually hits your front wheel when you’re on the road, but you’re in the back, and you’re in the same position where your two wheels are stuck, lest someone throw a nail under your car when you stop. Be careful, young man. I’m sorry.
I’m sweating. It’s not my back.
If you find out later, once you’re on the high-speed, the consequences will be disastrous. Even the best result is that my car is waiting for rescue on the high-speed, and I’m afraid the day is almost over.
Who else has the chance and motive to do this?
One side is cold and sweaty, while the other is itching. I took a leave of absence from the company and arranged for someone to work for me, and I went back to the garage after repairing my car.
Indeed, I found several more of these nails in the corner of my car.
03
I contacted the property immediately to check the parking lot, but the property told me that the surveillance was only in the hallway and not in my parking space.
I look around, and there is no camera in this place, angry at the property: “You cannot, neither can you, nor can you protect the interests of our owners.” I’m sorry.
“To buy a parking space to make it easier for you, I haven’t seen it in a few days, but every day I eat a fly, do you want to charge for your property? I’m sorry.
The property manager ‘ s company apologized to me for strengthening patrol management in the future, but in the end, he advised me to put a lock on the ground and avoid similar incidents in the future.
I’m still angry, but I don’t want to be angry with the property, and it’s on my own.
I looked carefully around the garage and found that there was an abandoned lightbox just across from my parking space.
As compensation, I asked the property for the key to the light box.
Property managers, who said that they were the assets of the Commission, had no right of personal use.
I gave him a cigarette, and I pressed fire on him, and I said, “Brother, if you were me, you wouldn’t be on fire if you were such an asshole? I’m sorry.
He nodded his head: “We hate the unruly ones who affect you and cause us trouble, but we can’t help them.” I’m sorry.
“Not following the rules? This is fucking scum. “I told him what happened today that he was shocked and didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t worry, I’m just putting a camera in your lampbox to prevent this scum from doing anything that doesn’t affect you, public places don’t involve privacy, and this is my own parking space. I’ll pay for the camera. You don’t care, okay? I’m sorry.
The property manager hesitated for a moment and finally noded.
So I got a camera from a friend’s place, put it in a lightbox, right in front of my car. The camera connects to my cell phone and, as soon as something changes, it sends it to the police on my phone.
04
After all this, I parked my car on purpose, emptying the space, and I didn’t believe that bastard would stop taking my space.
But after a few days, even though I’ve been calling the police every day, most of them were just cars. Every once in a while, other cars parked, but the owner found my “private parking space” sign and drove away. The car was empty, and the black Audi who occupied my car was missing.
Is that guy really turning?
As I began to forget about it, the alarm on the phone was ringing again. As soon as I saw it, a black Audi car was parked in my spot.
That’s the car. It took me twice in a row. It was meant to be nailed.
I’ve been shaking my hands, and I’ve got blood.
It is true that the bastards are the bastards, and for them there are only zero and countless times, without learning the lessons and never knowing their regrets.
I watched the phone screen, the door opened, a skinny middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth, and he looked up at my private parking sign and went upstairs without stopping.
This piece of shit, it’s not a good thing! I was angry and I thought of a few ways to deal with him.
I thought of placing nails under his car, trying to block him in the other way, even trying to beat him with two brothers, but I rejected it.
It is mine. It is clear that he is not a resident here. I fight with him, and I do not know what he is. I will not smite him in the fight, but surely his scoundrel will blackmail me, and he will lose in the hospital, and he will win in prison. That is a matter of treachery.
I’ll make him pay, let him know there’s always a way in the world to deal with assholes.
I’ve been watching the camera, and the skinny guy went up to the garage two hours later. There was a young girl who came down with him, and this time I finally recognized her as a twelfth-floor resident.
I knew her not because there was an intersection, but because her family had a big dog, but she never held it together. Some of us in the proprietors have complained several times, and others have even seen her dog pee in the elevator.
One time I ran into them in the elevator, the big dog yelled at me, and I told the girl to keep the dog under his nose, and she looked down on me and said I was scared of dogs.
I bit my teeth behind the screen, or did I catch you?
The two men, men in their early 40s, girls in their twenties, were close to them, and men’s hands swam behind them. If they were serious, I ate my fucking phone.
The two men shook in front of my camera for a while and then they got into the car and drove out. I’m gonna save this part of my head, and I’m gonna get your ass kicked out of my head.
05
When I came home at night, I found that Black Audi had come back and parked in my parking space, and this time I wasn’t angry, I laughed and parked far away.
I put a note in his car saying that it was a private parking space and that it was the result of the situation.
I didn’t leave the next morning, and I’ve got a video on my phone. The skinny boy came down and saw a note, scraping it all over the floor and spitting on his mouth.
You threw up my note and threw up my parking space. Okay, we’ll see.
I found the head of our building and asked him about the 12th floor.
Speaking of the 12th floor, the mayor had to shake his head. Turns out the head of the building was also living on the twelfth floor, and the girl was living across his door, 1202.
“She’s a tenant, like she’s still on the Internet. Don’t look at her as pretty. Her dog screamed every day, told her several times not to listen. The building was full of her garbage, threw it away and left it to dry. I reminded her on several occasions that she had paid for her cleaning and that she should be cleaned up by a janitor, who would do what if everyone did not throw out the garbage. I’m sorry.
The mayor put me in a lot of trouble and saw that he was no better than me every day, but he couldn’t help her.
“Can’t you have a complaint from the landlord? I asked the mayor.
“Look, why not? “The landlord came, the little girl took a hit of the rental contract and said she had not broken the contract, either to pay her rent for two months and she moved away immediately or to follow the contract. I’m sorry.
“The landlord has no way of taking her, and after all, no one wants to pay compensation, but he only promised me that she wouldn’t be allowed to renew the rent when it was due. It’s good that next month’s contract is almost over, and I’ve had a hard time. The mayor finally showed a bitter smile.
Next month? I’m happy and I’m in a hurry.
I had a cigarette in the building: “Did you know she had a boyfriend? I’m sorry.
The mayor looked at me and suddenly looked like, “You’re not thinking about that, are you, boy? I remind you, this little girl is not a living girl, though she’s pretty. I’m sorry.
We broke him up in a hurry: “Where do you want to go, I don’t lie to you. I have some problems with her, so I asked you to ask. I’m sorry.
The mayor looked up for a moment, and assuredly told me, “She had a boyfriend, I’ve seen her a few times, and the young man is good, handsome and handsome, and humble, and has taken up a few of the garbage, which means she’s kind of likeable.” I’m sorry.
I’m so surprised that the mayor said it. Why is it the opposite of the skinny guy?
“Are you sure you saw her boyfriend? Not brother, brother or something? I’m sorry.
“I can’t believe it. I can’t tell. I’ve seen two guys hugging each other a few times. What’s not a boyfriend? I’m sorry.
Dude, I’m yelling. There’s this story on the 12th floor. It appears that she was able to stay on two boats, steady her own real boyfriend, and be a skinny lover, and that her boyfriend was probably not aware of the green prairie on her head.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this, and I’m just gonna teach this to both men and women.
I told the mayor I’d pay attention the next time I saw her boyfriend, I’d help him out.
The mayor did not know, but I was happy to say yes.
06
I just came home in two days and got word from the mayor that the girl and her boyfriend had just left.
I looked out the window, and she was with the skinny girl, but she was holding her back, and she was a young man, two of whom got into a white Polo car and drove out.
I figured they’d be out for dinner and should be back soon, so watch the window from time to time.
About an hour later, the white POLO car drove back downstairs to meet them upstairs and I came out with a bag of garbage.
I threw a little garbage in the boy’s car and lit a cigarette and waited for him.
Soon after, the boy went downstairs to see me next to his car.
I went up and asked if it was his car.
The young man noded his head and looked to the ground, right and right: “Is this a stop? Is it a hindrance? I’m sorry.
“No, no.” I pretended to be embarrassed, “I accidentally threw it in your car when I was taking out the garbage, so I was waiting here to make amends. I’m sorry.
The young man had a heartache in his eyes, and he approached the car, and I pointed to the yellow water stain by the back door, and said, “That’s it. I’m sorry if I had to pay you for the car wash. I’m sorry.
He looked at it, made sure there were no other injuries, apparently relieved himself, and turned his head at me and said, “It’s all right, this little thing. I’ll just go back and get a rag. I’m sorry.
I’m still worried: “I’m afraid I’ll give you a taste in your car. I’m sorry.
And he laughed: “Brother, don’t worry if you can’t get in, or if it doesn’t rain, the car will not get in earlier.” I’m sorry.
I’m just relaxing to nod. “I see your face, you don’t live here. I’m sorry.
He took the smoke, pulled out the lighter, lit me first, lit himself up, and then pointed out with pride: “My girlfriend lives here and comes to see her today. “The whole people are generous and modest, like a big boy in the sun.”
“Oh, why don’t you move in?”
The young man scratched his head, and some lamented said, “I do too, but I work on the outskirts of the city, far from here, so I usually stay in a dormitory and come back when I have time.” I’m sorry.
“That’s hard for you. I’m sorry.
I apologized to the two of them for leaving after they had smoked, but I took the opportunity to say, “Let me give you a little credit, if you want to wash the car.” I’m sorry.
The kid pulled out his phone, “Sing!” You’re a good man too. Let’s make friends. My name is Tong Tao, and I don’t know if my girlfriend has anything to do with you. I’m sorry.
“No problem! I’m sorry.
Looking at the back of the white POLO’s departure, I can’t help but lament that people are so fucking different.
The mayor was right. The girl on the 12th floor had a good boyfriend, but she was blind. I’m sorry, but I’m doing you a favor.
07
I’ve been pretty much aware of the Audi car pattern since he’s been here for two days every Tuesday afternoon and leaves early on Thursday morning.
So, next Tuesday morning, I added Tang Tao’s tweet to another stranger.
Black Audi actually parked in my spot when he came home at night. I’m not used to him this time. I’m going straight across the car and stuck in front of him.
After all this, I sent the video of the skinny boy and the girl, which I had previously kept, to Tangtao with a strange name, and left a message for him: “Don’t scare the snake and come straight for the rape.” I’m sorry.
Tang Tao called me very quickly, and I pressed him and he asked me who I was and I didn’t answer. There’s finally no movement. I think we’re on our way.
I looked out the window upstairs, and after more than half an hour, the white POLO car appeared downstairs.
Call the Chief and I’ll tell him the show is about to go on and let him stay in front of the cat and make it live.
I’ve heard the banging on the phone.
After a half-day knock, 1202 finally opened the door, the girl came out of her head and said to go downstairs and wait for her.
Tang Tao kicked the door in the face and the girl screamed.
The headmaster told me in paint that he clearly saw a naked man inside the house.
Then the noise of the “tinking” in the room was as loud as the sky, the sound of falling, the noise of arguing, the cry of a woman, the scolding of a man, even if no picture was seen, it was not hard to imagine the beauty.
Soon after, the skinny shirt came out of the house, Tang Ho was chasing him behind and being dragged by the girl.
Two minutes later, I got a call from the mobile hotline saying my car was blocking someone else.
I changed my clothes slowly at home and then left the floor.
As soon as I got to the garage, I saw the skinny kick in my car.
I walked through the door with my keys, and he saw me, and he looked in the eye, and he said, “Is this your car? Will you fucking stop?” It’s stuck in my car, okay? I’m sorry.
I looked up and down at him, and I saw the chrysanthemum on his face and the broken clothes on his body, and don’t mention how relieved he was.
“Will I stop? Will you fucking stop? “Do you know where the private car is? You don’t know the word? Do you want me to teach you? I’m sorry.
He took a quick look at my license plate, and he realized it, and it was like, “It was you who set me up, right? You fucking son of a bitch, you’ll see!
As soon as I hear it, I’ll be hard, I’ll stop and put my hands on my chest and look at him, “Okay, I’ll see who we’ve run out of today when you come. I’m sorry.
His eyes looked at the door of the building behind me and shed a bit of fear.
“Today, if I’m in trouble, you’re tough. You move the car, I’ll never stop you. I’m sorry.
“Che, if you want to go, it’s not that easy! You just kicked me in the car, I lost, I’m going to lose, you pay for my car. I’m sorry.
“Damn it, don’t fuck it up! What’s wrong with your car? Why would I? I’m sorry.
And now I’m not hiding behind a finger: “Do you want to see a camera for someone like you? I’m sorry.
The Skinny Boy was trying to say something, and suddenly his cell phone went off and his face changed. I heard the voice of a woman in secret, as if he were leaving.
He bit his teeth with hate and asked how much I wanted.
I was laughing and reaching out with a finger: “A thousand dollars, I’ll do a full car check. I’m sorry.
“Fuck you, a thousand bucks for a fucking car check! I’m sorry.
“No, I’ll call the police. We’ll see what it is. The more he hurrys, the less I talk, the more I pull out another phone, the more he whispers, “I don’t know if that kid knows there’s another garage to get off.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me like he was going to eat people, and looked at me for a few seconds, and he said, “Son, I remember you.” I’m sorry.
He counted and dumped it in my car: “Get lost!” I’m sorry.
I slowly collected the money, went into the car, moved the car, and he ran away without a trace.
08
I don’t give him a thousand bucks to get out of the way.
I tried to keep him out all night, but I didn’t want to hurt him.
I’ve given a good lesson to the skinny guy, so he won’t take up my parking space again.
When I went to the floor, I saw Dontao crouching on the side of the road, and the girl on the 12th floor standing at the door of the building watching him like she was afraid he was coming to the garage.
I went over there and shot him on the shoulder and comforted him.
Tang Tao looked up at me and buried his head in his chest: “That strange number is yours and mine.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. I had to nod my head and say “I’m sorry.”
“Well, thank you for showing me what this woman really is.” I’m sorry.
That’s what he said. I feel worse. I used him.
I asked him what he was going to do, and he said that he had broken up with the girl, that he had given up the big city for her, that he was here to spend more time with her, and that, after all these years, his feelings were not as good as the two bags the skinny ones gave her.
He said that burying his head seemed to soak.
I said, “Look out, I have a couple of college students who just came in. I’m sorry.
He groaned and said, “Thank you, brother, I’m going to stop dating for a while, or I’ll make some money. I’m sorry.
The girl on the 12th floor was staring at us at the door until Tong Do left me and she probably learned the whole thing from the skinny guy.
I guess I’m tough, she’s afraid to say anything, just staring at me when I get out of the elevator and saying I’ll get what I deserve.
Retribution? I’m afraid it’s not about herself.
I feel a little less guilty about Tang-tao when she says so, and she still hasn’t repented, even if he forgives her this time for the second and third time. That big boy Don Toto is definitely worth a better girl.
I slept so well this evening that so many days came to an end, and I was so happy.
Two days later, the mayor told me that the girl had moved away, that he was relieved and that our building seemed to have returned to calm.
But I’m still too naive to underestimate the ugliness of humanity.
I went to the car this morning and found three very visible scratches on the side of my car.
I quickly turned on the phone surveillance and found the alarm that I blocked last night.
A child appeared on surveillance at around 10 p.m., with a small shovel of flowers, walking straight to my car, rowing three ways with it and disappearing quickly.
Half a minute later, a familiar face was printed in a picture, skinny with teeth, smiling all over my camera.
In a moment, I’m going to blow up.
09
I immediately called the property manager, and he saw the scratches on my car and understood what was going on.
“or that man? It’s not a thing! He suddenly remembered the camera I had on the lightbox, and reminded me, “Look if you get any, you can sue him this time.” I’m sorry.
I shook my head and showed him the video: “He did it on purpose, and he found a kid to do it.” I’m sorry.
Even the manager of the estate couldn’t help but notice that the skinny guy had a middle finger in the end. I’m sorry.
He looked to me with compassion, and I knew what he was going to say and put his hand on him, saying, “I do not expect you to solve this, but I ask you, do you know this child?” I’m sorry.
The property manager didn’t say anything about taking a picture of my phone and sending it to their own property, so that everyone could immediately identify it.
After less than five minutes, he shook his head against me: “Sorry, Mr. Tao, my little brother has never seen this child, and he is not in our neighborhood.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t really say much. With the fist, I went to a police friend.
He saw my video for a while, and he said, “How did you get into such a scoundrel? This is a bit of a problem. I’m sorry.
We said, “Fuck you, don’t give me a fucking charlatan, and say, “Can you do it?” I’m sorry.
He smiled with embarrassment: “Despite his last move on the picture, it doesn’t prove he was behind it. You’re responsible for the destruction of property, and the suspect is a child. The point is, you think we can go around looking for this kid for this? I’m sorry.
He didn’t go on, and I heard the sound of his string, and I yelled at the table, “You can’t help but watch the scum get away with it.” I’m sorry.
He’s a little loud, too. “We’re cops. We’ve seen a lot of this shit every day. Do you think we don’t want to deal with those scum?” We’re talking about the law. If the police were like you, the world would be a mess. I’m sorry.
He pushed me back to my seat, and my teeth bit me, “Come on, tell me what the bastard is, where he lives, and I’ll take care of it.” I’m sorry.
I put it on his desk, and he shook his head: “Don’t say that your brother won’t help you, I’m not a traffic cop, and I can’t check it.” And now it’s tight, there’s records on the inside, and no one dares to check the owner’s information. I’m sorry.
He was like, “Come on, let’s get bit by a dog. That’s what the Internet says about a garbage man. I’m sorry.
I almost trembled and said, “This is the kind of man you used to be.” I’m sorry.
Walking on the road, I suddenly remembered what he said. Yeah, I looked online.
I entered his license plate online, I couldn’t find out, and he was exposed to more than 20 records in various forums. No more parking, no more cars, no more light, and there’s one more thing he blocked the ambulance. The rescue was delayed for two hours, and his family kicked his car in such a bad way, and he wanted compensation, which was a fucking piece of shit.
You’re such an asshole, you’re too much compromise.
I looked down on the record for years, and I actually found something.
Most of the car’s exposure was in the vicinity of the Western Circle, where he probably lives or works.
Next thing I know, I’m trying to find out what he’s up to.
I sent him that video, and he sent me a shocking look, and then a series of exclamation signs.
I said, “Do me a favor, brother, and ask about this man. He gave me a “good” answer.
That afternoon, he told me that this man, Lin Yong-hwa, was a little boss, that nothing else could be asked, and I had to help you get here.
I said, “Okay, thanks, brother. I’m sorry.
10
I also looked online for information about Lin Yinghua, and found out from Skyview that there were three Lin Yinghuas in the city, one of whom was registered as a financial company with an address in West Finance Square.
And look at it very carefully, there’s a whole bunch of lawsuits under the finance company, and I’m even more certain it’s that piece of shit, and it’s a fucking bastard.
I remember a classmate who worked in West Finance Square in the city and immediately called his phone and asked for information.
You’ve been on the phone for half a day, saying you’re not talking about the 18th floor finance company.
I looked at the address: “Yes, yes, yes, 18th floor, C24. I’m sorry.
“Shit, that house, it’s been a while since the moneylender’s been blocking the door, and he’s pulling the banner downstairs for a while. I’m sorry.
My classmates told me that this company was a P2P player and had a lot of money. The boss is said to have moved all his property to his wife’s name and then divorced him, so now, although he is in debt, he has no choice.
But no one else can, but I can cure him.
I was afraid that he would be alone, and since he had moved his property, I would give him a taste of nothing.
I spoke to him in a hurry and invited him to dinner, and I went straight to West Finance Square.
When I got there, I followed my address to the finance company, which was already empty and had two seals on the glass door.
I was looking inside, and the two people sitting at the entrance came to me asking if they were asking for money.
We promised to ask them for information in vague terms. The two were former employees here, the boss ran away and they didn’t even get paid.
Two employees, who are estimated to have been brainwashed, are now consoling themselves that the economic situation is not good, or that the company would otherwise have collapsed.
And I laughed, and it seemed like the skinny guy had a pretty good disguise in front of them, and he wouldn’t throw up a piece of shit in the mountains.
Turning on the phone, I said, “Look, is this your boss? I’m sorry.
On the screen was a live video of the girl on the 12th floor, which was the platform he told me when I first met Tong Tao. At that time, he said that his girlfriend had worked hard to make money, and that he could probably use his mouth to remember that.
The first brother drew another rocket for the girl. Both employees saw it, and his eyes were straight.
Pointing at the head of Big Brother I, they say, “This is their boss, Lin Winghua.”
All the clues were rounded up, and I was like, “This is a rocket, $888, your boss’s better than you.” I’m sorry.
They couldn’t speak to the screen while they were staring at the screen, and I asked them, while they were beating iron, whether they knew where Lin Yong-hwa lived, but they couldn’t say anything.
I’m a little sorry to have to dig up some more information from the girls on the 12th floor and probably find Lin Yong-hwa’s nest.
But it’s not too late to think that since he’s still in touch with the girl, he won’t brush the rocket in vain.
Back home, I went back to the property, and although the girl was a tenant, the phone information was easy to find.
I pretended to be the next tenant and called the girl. I said I just moved in, got a delivery, asked the landlord if you wanted it.
“I didn’t buy anything.” I’m sorry.
“If you don’t want me to throw it away, I’ll see what kind of electronics it is. I’m sorry.
The girl stopped me: “No, then send it to me.” I’m sorry.
“All right, postage is paid, you send me the address. I’m sorry.
In that way, I managed to get a new address for the girl, and in a few days it was the custom of Lin Yinghua to go to the girl’s place, and I counted the time and went to the girl’s new place.
Eleven.
On Tuesday night, as soon as I arrived at the girl’s place, I saw the familiar black Audi downstairs.
It’s still the same big place, with one car crossing two spaces.
Dogs can’t change shit.
I tried so hard to contain the urge to go straight up, to touch a little thing out of my pocket, a tracker I got from a friend’s place.
After two days, the car finally drove away, and I finally got Lin Yong-hwa’s address on the tracker.
The next afternoon, I rushed to Lin Winghua’s house, but when I got there I was stupid.
This is a high-class district in the centre of the city. The property is very well regulated and the number of the house must be known.
Whatever the reasons I made up, they strictly asked me to have the owner register at the door.
I’m gonna have to do this to keep my mouth shut.
In a coffee shop in front of the district, I had to scold him 800 times in my heart, but only in the most primitive way to see if I could get him and his wife out.
But just as I felt hopeless today, suddenly I saw the boy who had crossed my car.
The little boy went home alone in a bag and I went up and stopped him.
“Hey, are you Lin Young-hwa’s son? I’m sorry.
The boy looked at me blindly, shaking his head unconsciously, and asked me, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
Wrong? I looked at the label on his bag, “Did you hit a white car last week? Tell the truth! Or I’ll go to your school and see your teacher. I know you’re from the Open School. I’m sorry.
The little boy panics: “That’s not… that’s…” without saying a word, tears will come down.
And I don’t want to scare children: “Tell me what’s going on, I will not blame you.” I’m sorry.
The young boy groaned and finally told the story intermittently that Lin Ronghua was his family’s neighbour, some of whom knew each other. Last night, Lin brought him out under the banner of taking him to eat, asked him to row my car and said that he would buy him a toy and not tell his parents.
I don’t know how big his parents are, giving his children to an asshole at this late hour, is it reassuring to live in a high-class neighborhood?
After the boy, I beg you, don’t tell his father about this, or I’ll have a flower ass.
I said, “If you know it’s wrong, why do you do it? The consequences of doing something wrong must be commensurate. I’m sorry.
He cried and said that he was wrong and would never again dared to ask me to keep his secret.
I said, “I can forgive you or I can’t pay you back, but do me a favor and take me to Lin Winghua’s house.” I’m sorry.
So I followed the boy into the neighborhood and came to Lin Winghua’s door.
I took a deep breath and kept telling myself not to rush and knock.
Not long ago, a woman in her 30s opened the door and saw me.
I asked her if she was Lin Young-hwa’s wife, who had consciously wrung her head off, and soon said she didn’t know anything about Lin-hwa and would close the door.
“What do you want?” I’ll call the police! I’m sorry.
Call the police? A joke.
I turned on my phone and played a video of the boy in my car the other night and saw the last picture of Lin Yinghua pointing at me, which was obviously ugly.
I’m referring to the little boy who’s standing behind him: “Now that’s the man here, I’m here if you want to call the police. I’m sorry.
I never thought her mouth was as hard as Lin Yong-hwa, but she looked at the little boy: “What proof do you have that he ordered it? Perhaps the child did it himself? I don’t care if you want to find them. I’m sorry.
After that, she shut the door with all her strength.
The little boy looked at me like he was scared, and I felt like I was sick so many times, like I had an antibody.
I’ll laugh. We’ll see.
12
Lin Young-hwa’s reaction was faster than I expected.
The next night, I parked in the garage, and a few strange people came out of the shadows.
I knew from the look of their position that they were not good. They must have been some punks I found.
But in my territory, I don’t want them to scare me, at best.
As a matter of fact, after a few people surrounded me, they threw the bar off their hands.
I didn’t even get my eyelids up and I left.
They probably didn’t think I was so calm, but they were a little confused. Or one of them looks older and stands in front of me.
“Do you feel too comfortable, kid? I’m sorry.
I said, “If you have anything to say, just leave it, or you can touch me.” I’m sorry.
“You know why we’re here, so take it easy and stop looking for our boss.” I’m sorry.
I walked up to him and pointed to the camera behind him: “Come on, you fight, I’ve got a camera in the back, your boss didn’t tell you? You better beat me to death or I won’t put you in your last name! I’m sorry.
The yellow hair is a little rusty, turning around and looking at the camera: “Don’t you fucking bragging, I’ve got a way to fix you.” I’m sorry.
“Fuck you! Let me see! And I raise my voice, “You’ve got that kind of bullshit, you’ve got balls. You call your boss and ask him what he’s gonna do? I’m sorry.
The punks came towards me, and there was a car that had been driven from afar, and I started drinking, “Go ahead! I’m sorry.
They were crushed by me, and they didn’t come back after one step, looking at the yellow hair of the head.
Yellow hair was staring at me for two seconds, pretending to point at me and actually went off to make a call.
I’m about to laugh, and these little bastards, they don’t have hair, they’re bluffing.
Yellow hair whispered over there and gave me the phone, “The boss wants to talk to you.” I’m sorry.
I answered the phone and said, “Lin Yong-hwa, wait for me.” I’m sorry.
It seems that Lin Young-hwa didn’t expect me to steal his lines and become a scoundrel: “What can you do to me?” I’m telling you, it’s over, or I’m really sorry. I’m sorry.
“You’re welcome. You think I can be nice to you? I’ve got your shit figured out. Don’t think it’s okay to move your property. I’m sorry.
“What about your stuff?” he said. Don’t be shy. I’m sorry.
“Well, then we’ll see who the fuck is. I’m sorry.
“What do you want?” I’m sorry.
“Simplicitly, if you disgust me once, I’ll pay you back, or you’ll sign an apology and pay me back, or we’ll find a place to tell you what happened. I’m sorry.
Lin Winghua promised to meet us at the abandoned factory in the suburbs about two days later.
13
When I finally finished with the scum, I drove to the waste plant alone, and Lin was there with his punks.
And when I didn’t bring anyone along, he got cocky, and he said, “Do you have the guts to come alone? Do you want to be alone? Do you know who I am? I’m sorry.
“Of course I know you’re a scum. I’m sorry.
It’s dark, but I still see Lin Yung-hwa’s face twitching, and his face is black.
It was as if the master had backed me up, and then the yellow hair came and punched me, and I went back, and I stood in front of my car, and I threw my jacket in the car.
“Want to practice? Just think about the consequences!”
Fortunately, I’m used to working out, and they’re watching my feet stop.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? What do you want?”
“What do you say? Haven’t you done enough? I’ll settle with you today. I’m sorry.
“Does my debt concern you, do you get itchy or not? I don’t have time for this. Don’t bother me anymore. I’m sorry.
“Tell me the number? You’re in my car, you’re nailing my car, you’re rowing my fucking car, you tell me, what are you gonna tell me? I’m sorry.
He couldn’t bear to pull out a piece of cash and smash it in my car: “I’m telling you today, I’m trying to fuck you. What can you do with me?” I did it. What can you do? Either you take the money and you don’t let me see you again; or this is your medicine. I’m sorry.
I looked at the money of a car with my eyes open: “What is this? Do you apologize? It’s too late!”
I suddenly raised my voice: “Scumbags like you only cry when you see a coffin.” I’m sorry.
He tried to come over and the punks looked at me like he was hoo-la, but he thought, “What else do you have?” What do you think you’re gonna do with me? I’m sorry.
And I said, “That’s nothing, pediatrics, and adults. I’m sorry.
Turning on the phone, I played a video that started as a picture of a woman walking around the room and then began to hear the voices of men, two of them asking for sarcasm and the sound getting worse and worse.
And he recognized it as his own voice, and his face changed in a clear way, and he was embarrassed: “Where did you come from?” I’m sorry.
“Where are you? Don’t you know? “I admired his very rich face and his heart was full of joy.
I actually sent her something when I pretended that the tenant was in touch with the girl on the 12th floor. When the girl received it, she left the sound in the living room, which, although it did not get any live footage, was good enough.
“You still have time to ask me where I took it. Why don’t you ask your wife what she thinks? I’m sorry.
Now he’s really panicking and staring at me so hard that I can’t be there to call his wife.
His wife didn’t pick up at first. He hit a few times.
When I heard his wife scolding me, I heard him turn down his voice, and I heard his wife say, “Don’t come back here again!” I’m sorry.
I looked at the watch. It’s just beginning.
Indeed, his wife was scolded and suddenly interrupted, as if someone was outside the door.
“What’s going on? Who’s coming?” He heard the wrong guy and he was nervous about asking him, and the phone was hung up.
“Stop asking, it’s the police. Did you bring someone else’s son to row my car? I’m sorry.
He looked at me like he wanted to eat people.
And I’m going to let him know what anger is.
“Before I came, I gave the video to your neighbor, who not only handed it over to your wife, but also reported to the police that you were divorced from his wife, and that he had a camera at his door, whether or not your wife was out of your way or not, that you had nothing. I’m sorry.
Rin Yong-hwa’s face has been twisted and his voice is like, “Kill him!” I’m sorry.
He pulled an iron bar from the yellow hair and came first on his head, and I waited too long for this moment to kick him to the ground.
The thugs picked him up and were coming at me, and there were several lights on my back.
It’s completely dark, and there’s a few people in the bright lights.
A group of Lin Yinghua people were staring behind me dead, and he looked at the confused look in their eyes and looked at them as if they knew each other.
“Be familiar with it. “You may not remember them, but they all remember you.” I’m sorry.
“on April 6th, 2019, at Tienhua Pass, you hit the other side’s car on the fence, didn’t you?
On June 17th, 2020, parked on the sidewalk, blocked the milk for a day, causing all the milk to break down, didn’t you?
On November 2, 2021, you blocked the entrance at Anmin Lane, causing the ambulance to fail for two hours, didn’t you?
I’m sorry.
These people are the ones I found on the Internet, one by one, and told them that Lin would end up here with me today.
Lin Young-hwa started sweating, and the gangsters wouldn’t dare go any further.
Instead, I step up to Lin Wing-hwa, “Do you think this is over?” And what about the people you cheated on? I’m sorry.
There he is! A group of black-pressed people came from the other direction and hit the head with two employees I met outside his company.
The creditors have gathered under them, waiting to block the forest.
“You, do not mess with the law, speak the law, and beat people up responsible.” * He’s shivering, and his body shrunk in the middle of the mix, but at the same time, he’s got his mind on his back and he’s running away.
I lit a cigarette and looked at him in cold: “There is no camera, no one knows what is going on here.” I’m sorry.
Of course it is. The only camera I have is my car’s car log, except I’ll just cut off a picture of him threatening me and give it to the police.
I got into the car and closed the car log.
14 Poster
The next day, in the city news, there was an under-reported report that Lin Yong-hwa, a legal person before the establishment of the financial system, had been conjured yesterday by the people who had been tricked into claiming that they had confessed to fraud, money-laundering, etc., and that they had been reported to have used false means to evade their debts. According to police investigations, Lin was also involved in a number of social cases, including traffic accidents, intimidation and harassment. At present, Lin Yonghua has been captured, assets have been reassessed and the case is under further investigation.
Case number: YX11XNWzDXa
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
