Whatever you want I'll agree to, even if it's me

  When Wang Wenjun's case was tried, Liu Ziguang had already served as the secretary of the Youth League branch of the Mechanical Department and was specially appointed as a moral education teacher. With a substitute fee of 100 yuan per class, he was already at the level of an associate professor at a university.

  The principal of Mechanical Vocational High School is a very astute person. Liu Ziguang knows his identity better than anyone else. By bringing in someone like him, it's to intimidate the students and prevent them from causing trouble at school. It can also deter those social thugs outside. This is Liu Lao Da's territory, you think you can cause trouble? You'd better weigh your actions carefully.

  The principal's abacus is not bad, Liu Ziguang has this small weakness, giving him an appointment letter as the secretary of the student union, he will be happy and unaware of east, south, west, and north. Nothing to do, riding a bicycle to the mechanical vocational high school to stroll around, play some basketball, do a few pull-ups, etc., being approachable and getting along with students, the campus atmosphere naturally improved.

  This made Ma Shengli bitter, but he couldn't say anything. The school had invited the League Secretary, and what did that have to do with him? Fortunately, Liu Ziguang didn't interfere in other matters, everything else was still managed by Brother Shengli except for this aspect of the school which was monopolized.

  Wang Wenjun's case was not a major and difficult case, so it was quickly transferred to the procuratorate for prosecution. Since Bei Xiaoshuai was not in danger of death and did not request civil compensation, the hospital issued a minor injury report. The public security organ also said some good words. Moreover, the offender was still an 18-year-old child. Based on the principle of treating illness and saving people, the procuratorate did not take severe measures either.

  The Jiang'an District People's Court is currently hearing the case of Wang Wenjun, who is accused of intentional injury. As Wang comes from a poor family, the court has appointed a lawyer from the Judicial Assistance Center to defend him. The trial process is proceeding without any unexpected twists or turns. In addition to Wang's family members, teachers and classmates from his vocational school are also present in the courtroom. Given the significant impact this case will have on young people, students from Chen Guang Factory Subsidiary Middle School have also been organized to attend the trial as observers.

  Liu Ziguang, as the secretary of the mechanical vocational school's Youth League Committee and an off-campus instructor at a private middle school, sat in the unobtrusive corner of the last row, gazing at Wang Wenjun who was being escorted into court by bailiffs.

  At this time, the eyes of the arrogant young man had lost the original fierce look, his scalp was shaved to a metallic sheen, and he wore an orange vest with five small words "Taolin Detention Center" on it.

  Wang Wenjun's parents sat in the front row of the spectator seats, staring at their son being led away in handcuffs. His face was thinner than before, his eyes sunken, and he looked dispirited. The old couple couldn't help but sob, but they didn't dare cry out loud in the solemn courtroom, so they suppressed their emotions. Wang Wenjun also felt a pang of sorrow when he saw his aged parents sitting there.

  Because of a momentary confusion, I took the risk and walked onto the path of crime, holding a controlled knife and stabbing someone into serious injury. This is a serious crime. Listening to those old guys in the detention center who have been in prison several times say that at least three years of imprisonment are required, and more may be up to five years.

  Five years of youth, after coming out, will be twenty-three years old. The most precious years will be spent in prison. Wang Wenjun's regretful mood is hard to express, and her heart is full of remorse and despair.

  The trial was very dull, nothing but lengthy readings. Liu Ziguang was bored and walked out of the courtroom to smoke outside. He happened to see Hu Rong, a female police officer, who was wearing a khaki jumpsuit, black T-shirt, and sunglasses, looking exceptionally neat and tidy. In the distance, a large Cherokee was quietly parked in the parking lot, which was Officer Hu's ride.

  Wang Wenjun's case was the first case handled by Hu Rong after taking office, and it was solved in just ** time. The reputation of the god detective has begun to spread, but Hu Rong doesn't care about those vanities. She is concerned about the future of the delinquent youth, so when Liu Ziguang called to plead for Wang Wenjun, she readily agreed.

  Two people met again in the corridor outside the court, and they brushed past each other like strangers. Suddenly, Liu Ziguang stopped in his tracks and said, "Thanks."

  Hu Rong also stood still and said without turning her head: "I'm not helping you, I'm helping that child. Remember, never try to test the law with your own body, otherwise I will definitely catch you myself."

  "Alright, alright. Look at you, when you were at the police station before, you were still down-to-earth. Now that you've become a ***, you've learned to put on airs and walk around with a face like someone owes you 2,000 yuan. It's not interesting."

  Hu Rongqi suddenly turned around: "You!"

  Liu Ziguo shrugged and walked away with a swagger.

  One hour later, Wang Wenjun's intentional injury case was pronounced. The judge sentenced Wang Wenjun to one year and six months in prison. As soon as the verdict came out, everyone let out a sigh of relief. This result is much lighter than expected.

  After the sentencing, the convict can meet with his family for a short time to bid farewell under the supervision of the judicial police. Wang Wenjun and his parents hugged each other and cried bitterly. After crying for a while, his father told him not to worry about home, as kind-hearted people had helped them set up a small waste collection station in the community, which was a specialized business with no competition, absolutely profitable and risk-free. From then on, they would have a carefree life.

  Wang Wenjun was surprised and asked her father who the kind-hearted person was that helped them.

  "Dad said: 'It was that teacher who came to Hejiazicun to find you on that day.'"

  Wang Wenjun suddenly realized that the one who had lent a helping hand was actually Liu Lao Da, Bei Xiao Shuai's older brother. He almost killed someone else's younger brother, yet others were repaying kindness with enmity and helping his own parents. This made it hard for young Wang Wenjun to accept and he couldn't figure it out no matter what.

  After a brief meeting, Wang Wenjun was taken away in handcuffs and sent to the provincial fourth prison to serve his sentence. He would have to wait for a year and a half of reformatory life, leaving a stain on his personal record. However, from another perspective, this could also be seen as a form of training and tempering. From the moment he picked up the military dagger, this outcome was sealed. If he wanted to mix with the underworld, going to prison was the best qualification. After thinking about it, it seemed that coming out after a year and a half wouldn't be so bad, and he would become a big brother.

  After arriving at the prison, the inmates in the same cell didn't bully him but instead asked if he was following Meng Lao Da's gang. Wang Wen Jun was puzzled as this Meng Lao Da was actually the cell head who bullied him in the detention center. Since being locked up in a small cell, he had become more gentle and courteous, but no matter what, he couldn't be considered one of Meng Lao Da's people.

  The prisoners in the same cell saw that he didn't understand, so they said: "You don't know Meng Lao Da, but it's nothing. Anyway, someone has already been notified, and no one will dare to bully you for a year and a half, so rest assured."

  Wang Wenjun was even more puzzled. Could it be that Shengli Ge's greeting was not right? Shengli Ge was not so righteous, and even if he was, he didn't have the ability to do this. The greeting had reached all the way to prison, this was the kind of energy only a true Jianghu big brother would have.

  ……

  The case is finally over, and Bei Xiaoshuai is also recovering. Liu Ziguang has also resolved a heart affair. The Red Flag sedan and the Changjiang 750 three-wheeler he bought from Chen Guang Factory at scrap iron prices are still being repaired. Xuanzi said, "Liu Ge, if you're waiting for your car to be fixed, why not drive my Fukan first?"

  Xuān zǐ shēn wèi qì xiū chǎng de lǎo bǎn jiān pī shāng guò shǒu de hǎo chē bù zhī dào duō shǎo dàn jiù xǐ huān lǎo sān yàng yóu qí shì 1.6 pái liàng 16 qì mén de bái sè liǎng xiāng fù kāng shuō zhè wán jì bǐ sài chē dōu hǎo kāi zài háng jiā shǒu lǐ gōng lù shàng jiàn shuí miè shuí.

  Liu Ziguang wasn't interested, so I said let's ride a bicycle first, it's green and environmentally friendly, and fast. Wait until my Changjiang 750 is repaired before replacing it.

  Although Liu Ziguang said so, he indeed plans to buy a car now. The sand delivery business is booming and making a fortune, so buying a good car is no problem. Therefore, he usually pays attention to the car programs on TV.

  That morning, Liu Ziguang was having breakfast at home while watching the TV program "Traffic and Law". He looked up to see that the host of the show was no longer Jiang Xueqing, but a female host with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

  It seems that I inadvertently helped Jiang Xueqing in trouble that day. The director actually took revenge and really laid off Jiang Xueqing, which is not a trivial matter. Liu Ziguang thought to himself.

  "Huh? Why didn't the last program continue?" Mom held the remote control and pressed it again to return to J**TV, saying strangely: "The news from two days ago in the morning is gone. It was the one hosted by Jiang Zhuo about a sports car hitting and killing a sanitation worker."

  "Is it the 'Traffic and Law' column?"

  "My mom said: 'Yes, it was the day before yesterday that our sanitation department's Old Zhang was clearing garbage in the early morning when he was hit by a car running a red light and flying over 50 meters. Poor Old Zhang has an elderly mother and children who are still in high school, how can this family survive? The traffic police exposed the driver the day before yesterday, I'm still waiting to see what happens next, but there's nothing.'"

  Liu Ziguang said: "The host has changed, maybe the program won't be done anymore."

  Old mother muttered to herself, talking about the miserable situation at Old Zhang's house, and went to clean up things on one side. Liu Ziguang, however, furrowed his brow. Those young whippersnappers who loved speeding weren't they the same rich kids who had mesmerized Wei Zixuan in 1912? He couldn't believe they would do something so heinous and unjust.

  Riding a bicycle to work, he couldn't help but think about this matter. Liu Ziguang got angrier the more he thought about it, but was powerless to do anything. He could only wait until after work to give his mother 5,000 yuan and have her go to Old Zhang's house to comfort her and show some concern for a colleague.

  Arriving at the entrance of Zhicheng Garden, he saw a familiar figure standing in the cold wind. Wearing simple jeans and a light-colored windbreaker, with a plain face and no makeup, her slender body was shivering in the wind. Liu Ziguang recognized her at a glance - it was Jiang Xueqing, the number one flower dan of Jiangbei TV Station back then, who had fallen to such a state today.

  Liu Ziguang got out of the car and pushed it over, but unexpectedly Jiang Xueqing came walking towards him. She was straightforward and said: "Liu Ziguang, I need your help."

  Liu Ziguang said: "I don't care about your TV station's affairs."

  Jiang Xueqing bit her lip and said: "It's not a TV station thing... it's a detention center thing. I heard that the inmate in charge there is called Meng Zhiqiu, your younger brother... I can give you money..."

  Liu Ziguang looked up and down at Jiang Xueqing and sneered: "How much money do you have?"

  Seeing Liu Ziguang's gaze on her, Jiang Xueqing took a deep breath and said: "As long as you agree to take care of my dad, I'll agree to anything you want, even... me."

  Going out