nucmednet Chapter 1012: Do you feel unsatisfied?
Chapter 1012: Do you feel unsatisfied?
Chapter 1012: Do you feel unsatisfied?
Ye Changqing just revealed the whereabouts of the body.
Hou Tianming's legs suddenly lost support and his body fell down.
Seeing this, Hou Xiaobao held his arm tightly and said, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you seriously injured?"
Hou Tianming managed to stand steadily with the help of others, but his face was as pale as paper.
He looked at Ye Changqing with a look of panic: "You...how did you know?"
Ye Changqing continued: "While mining, three workers unearthed an ancient Tang Dynasty tomb. They unearthed Tang Sancai pottery, many pottery figurines of ladies, and some other antiques.
You were afraid they would leak the information, so you killed the three people and then faked a mining accident.
But the bodies of the three people were under a tree in Erdaoling."
Hou Tianming's body swayed, and his voice trembled with fear: "How...how did you know?"
Ye Changqing continued, "In order to renew the titanium mine contract, you personally went out to please the deputy mayor's wife, stayed with the old lady for three months, and even gave her a villa abroad. Finally, you got the contract renewed.
You said what would happen if the deputy mayor knew you slept with his wife.
What would he do? "
Hou Tianming slumped on the ground, looking around in panic. Fortunately, the onlookers were standing relatively far away, and their conversation was almost inaudible amid the chaotic sounds of the fire in the building and the discussions of the onlookers.
Otherwise, if this matter gets out, he will surely die.
Seeing this, Ye Changqing continued, "And Luo Shumei's relationship with you, and your son...if this gets out, you two will definitely become famous."
Hou Tianming was so frightened that he raised his hand to stop her: "Stop talking, don't say anything, I listen to you, both father and son listen to you, tell me, what do you want us to do?"
Now he had no time to care about the hatred of the burning building, he just wanted to survive first.
Ye Changqing said coldly: "Do you even need to ask about this kind of thing? From beginning to end, we only have one request.
Hou Xiaobao went to the police station to confess his guilt and admitted to conspiring to frame Deng Ze.
Clear Deng Ze’s name!
He's out of jail, and that's the end of it!"
Hou Tianming gave a bitter smile, and as he smiled, he began to cry.
hahaha~
Hahaha~~
Haha, woooooo… Ye Changqing was completely confused: “Do you want to do it or not? Just say a word!”
Hou Tianming started to laugh again after crying, and kept saying: "Retribution, retribution."
At that time, Deng Ze injured his son, but it was only a soft tissue injury, which would heal in three or four days.
In order to vent his anger on his son, he asked the hospital to examine his son's injuries and he was diagnosed with severe injuries that would affect his life.
If it weren't for this, Deng Ze wouldn't have to go to jail at all.
The maximum compensation is one or two thousand yuan and the person is detained for fifteen days.
Unexpectedly, after much thought, Deng Ze was sentenced to three years, which ended up causing all his property to be burned down.
My son will also go to jail for false accusations, making false confessions and giving false evidence, and other charges.
The more I think about it, the more I regret it.
Ye Changqing said coldly: "Don't talk to me about other things, just be straightforward, do it, one word, don't do it, two words, speak!"
Hou Tianming hurriedly said, "I'll do it. I'll let my son surrender himself right away."
Ye Changqing pointed at Hou Tianming and said, "Remember what you said, or you two will be finished!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the side of the road. He reached out to open the car door and was about to get in when a voice came from behind him: "Brother Ye, let me drive."
Ye Changqing turned around and saw Deng Guanghui, a little surprised: "Didn't we agree that you wouldn't come?"
Deng Guanghui said respectfully, "Brother Ye, I was worried about your safety, so I called a ride-hailing car after you left.
I didn't expect you had helpers. They seem to be very powerful and can even burn down a building."
He looked at Ye Changqing with awe and gratitude, mixed with curiosity.
Ye Changqing opened the back door, took a look at the three towering buildings, which resembled torches, and then got into the van. Deng Guanghui got into the front seat and drove off.
Two days later.
In the small courtyard.
Deng Ze and Deng Guanghui raised their glasses together: "Mr. Ye, thank you!"
Seeing the two people so serious, Ye Changqing smiled and said, "The verdict has been overturned. Xue, who was wronged, should be happy."
As he spoke, he raised his glass, clinked it with the father and son, and then drank it all in one gulp.
Deng Ze raised his glass and drank the whole thing in one gulp, then slammed it down on the table. "Double happiness! I've seen the light of day again, and I've also met the Dragon Cutter. I'll give you the 'Supplement to the Moshi Sword Technique' that's been passed down in my family."
Wait a moment, I'll get it out for you right away."
As he spoke, he went into the house and when he came out again, he was holding a book. The cover was worn and the writing was still blurry. You could roughly make out the three words "Mo Shi Jian", but the rest was too blurry to be understood.
Deng Ze held the book in both hands and handed it to Ye Changqing: "This is the sixth copy, copied by my ancestor who passed the imperial examination."
Ye Changqing took it with both hands and roughly flipped through two pages. It was written in neat small characters, as neat as printed. However, the paper was yellowed and the ink faded. It was obviously an old item. He was a little puzzled: "You said it was copied?"
Deng Ze nodded and said, "My first ancestor, Deng Ziling, used bamboo slips to carve them. Although they were dried and painted with tung oil, they didn't last long, only a few hundred years. Later, they had to copy them on sheepskin, and then on hemp paper. The last version was made on rice paper.
Although it has been transcribed several times, you can rest assured that all the content is exactly the same as the first edition.
If there's any difference, it's that the first edition used small seal script, while the current traditional Chinese characters are just different in font. "Ye Changqing flipped through the first page. Although the traditional characters differed greatly from the simplified ones, he could still understand them. If he occasionally didn't understand something, he could still figure it out through the context.
As he read, he gradually forgot his surroundings and was completely immersed in the world of swordsmanship.
As the sun set in the west, Ye Changqing looked away from the last page, closed the sword manual, and let out a long sigh.
He shook his head and sighed, "This is the true sword technique. Holding the sword with both hands, using all your strength, the sword strikes with the force of splitting a mountain, as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Use the sword, feet, legs, waist, and arms together to thrust the sword into the enemy's body as quickly as possible.
As fast as lightning.
This is the real killing skill.
It's not like the martial arts heroes in TV dramas, where they can block the opponent's heavy weapons with a sword in one hand. It's simply a joke. Holding the sword with one hand has no strength and can't even cut through soft armor. How can you kill the enemy?
This is real talent and true swordsmanship." Deng Guanghui sighed, "The sword of the Mo Sect is for chivalry and justice, to eliminate harm in the world, but in this era, let alone chivalry, even doing good deeds is risky.
It no longer fits this era.”
Ye Changqing glanced at Deng Guanghui and saw that he was still indignant. He was obviously still brooding over the fact that his father was framed and imprisoned by the person involved, Luo Shumei, after saving someone.
He asked tentatively: "Do you feel that your hatred is not satisfied?"
Deng Guanghui drank a glass of wine, his face flushed slightly, he spoke loudly, saliva splattered everywhere: "Of course I am not satisfied, my father saved her, but she framed my father and put him in jail for money.
Why can you say you were threatened and that's it?"
Ye Changqing suggested: "Shall I take you to find her?"