Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Zhang Dahui was busy cooking around the stove, and Li Ren and Qian Yufeng were helping him, one steaming the dumplings while the other fetched water and added firewood.

The cheerful atmosphere seemed to travel back in time to the time when they were together every day.

dong dong.

The three of them looked up and saw a sixty-year-old man with gray hair standing in front of the door, gesturing to Zhang Dahui with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhang Dahui put down the spatula and shouted: "They are my comrades!"

Then he turned to Li Ren and Qian Yufeng and said, "This is my dad."

Wow! Parents!

Incredible, incredible!

The two men immediately put down their work, stood side by side facing the old man, and shouted in unison: "Hello, uncle!"

The old man nodded with a smile, and the two men hurriedly followed suit and lowered their heads even deeper.

The scene of three people bowing to each other is really funny.

Zhang Dahui smiled helplessly, pointed at the aluminum pot behind them, and said, "The water is boiling."

After the meal, Li Ren and Qian Yufeng finally understood the reason why Zhang Dahui refused to start a business with them.

Zhang Dahui is from a single-person family. Apart from him, the only other person in the family is his 59-year-old father, who is a disabled person who is almost deaf and cannot speak.

Fortunately, Zhang Dahui still has other relatives, and some of them live in the same village with them.

During the two years that Zhang Dahui was away from home to serve in the army, his relatives took good care of his father.

The three of them stood by the river at the entrance of the village. Zhang Dahui looked at the gurgling stream and seemed to be talking to himself: "I am very grateful that my uncle and aunt often come to visit. But I really can't ask for money."

"It's okay!" Li Ren put his arm around his shoulders, "We can't borrow money either."

Zhang Dahui looked at Qian Yufeng in disbelief, only to see him nod seriously.

"Well, how can we open a store if we don't have any money?"

Li Ren said: "My parents have some, they want me to find a wife!"

Qian Yufeng said: "I have never spent a penny of the New Year's money I received since I was a child. I also borrowed some from my parents and brother."

As of now, the result is still including the retirement allowance.

"But it's still not enough to pay for the rent of a shop." Li Ren looked up at the sky and sighed, "Yuean's rent is really weird!"

It’s the rich who would rather buy than rent, and the poor who want to rent but don’t have the money to do so.

"How much is left?"

The missing part tormented Li Ren for a long time. When Zhang Dahui asked, he didn't even think about it and blurted out, "30,000."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Yufeng poked his left arm.

Li Ren came back to his senses, looked at the absent-minded Zhang Dahui, and warned: "I'm telling you, don't try to lend us money! We are not here to borrow money!"

They really want to bring Zhang Dahui to work together and create a guarantee for their future life!

"Actually, if you have money, you can give it to us."

Li Ren looked at Qian Yufeng in shock: "What are you talking about?"

What kind of situation is Zhang Dahui's family in? How can he still say this!

Even the bandits are not as cruel as him!

"I haven't finished yet." Qian Yufeng added, "If you give us the money, we will automatically regard you as accepting our invitation and come to open a store with us."

Li Ren's eyes lit up, he raised his hand and poked Qian Yufeng, praising him: "Smart!"

Zhang Dahui lowered his eyes and kicked the stones by the river, feeling mixed emotions.

They are short of 30,000.

But considering the housing prices in Yue'an City, how could a store, plus decoration, equipment and other things that require money, cost only 90,000 yuan?

The money they pay is not evenly distributed.

If the facts are as he thinks, then is he taking advantage of his comrades invisibly?

"Don't think too much." Qian Yufeng said, "Thirty thousand may not sound like a lot, but in reality, if we were three hundred less, let alone thirty thousand, we wouldn't be able to open the store."

That night, Li Ren and Qian Yufeng left. Zhang Dahui sat on a small bench in the yard, looking up at the distant stars in the night sky.

Can he really agree to this?

However, even if he sold everything he had, including the hens, eggs and everything in the house, he still couldn't raise 30,000 yuan.

Zhang Dahui shook his head.

For him, opening a shooting range with his comrades was like the stars hanging in the sky.

It looks beautiful, but I can only take a look at it when I think about it.

After struggling and reluctantly choosing to give up, Zhang Dahui felt relieved.

Suddenly, the sound of slow footsteps was heard behind my ears.

He turned around and saw his father standing at the door wearing the red sweater his mother had knitted for him.

He stretched out his hand and waved to Zhang Dahui.

The two men came to the east room, and Zhang's father pulled him to the wooden cabinet and motioned him to lift the cabinet.

The square wooden cabinet was filled with mattresses, and it was not an easy task for him to move them all by himself.

Zhang Dahui moved the wooden cabinet quietly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He turned his head and was immediately shocked by the scene before him.

The wooden cabinet was his mother's dowry when she got married. From the time he could remember until his mother fell ill and passed away, it had been placed on a wooden board of similar size and one finger thick.

He thought it was moisture-proof, but he didn't expect it to be hollow inside!

Banknotes of various colors were scattered in the grooves of the wooden board, with denominations ranging from 100 to 5 yuan.

The vast majority are blue 10 yuan and yellow 20 yuan.

Zhang's father pulled his arm and happily pointed to the money inside, gesturing with his hands, meaning, "Take it all."

"dad……"

Zhang Dahui's eyes were filled with tears.

He couldn't imagine how long it would take his father to save up the money he earned from the vegetables and eggs grown in their own yard at the market, with so many banknotes at hand.

Seeing his son crying, Zhang's father quickly waved his hands and said, "It doesn't matter. Vegetables can still be planted, eggs can still be sold, and money can still be earned and saved by Dad."

Zhang Dahui couldn't use the money to look for his comrades with a clear conscience. He shook his head and rejected his father's love.

Zhang's father knew his son was stubborn, so he chased him from the east room to the west room, trying to explain: "As your father, I have never given you a good life. Now, you have something you want to do, and someone likes you and is willing to work with you, so why not go? Good opportunities won't always stay with you. If you see them, grab them. Don't be like me!"

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Dahui looked at him. "Your ears are broken, you can't speak, and you can't find a job. Is that what you want?"

It's still a hateful disease!

"But you shouldn't stay in the mountains forever."

"You shouldn't give up on yourself, you shouldn't accept your fate."

The source of Zhang Dahui's stubborn temper is his father.

At night, Zhang's father sorted out all the banknotes he had saved over the years, wrote the total amount of 31,245 yuan on a piece of paper, and put them all in a plastic bag.

The next morning, there was still half an hour before the first bus to the city arrived.

Father Zhang stuffed the bag into Zhang Dahui's arms and kicked his half-asleep son out of the house.

boom!

Zhang Dahui looked at the tightly closed door of his home and finally woke up.