You rascal, stop right there!

The lobby of Baiyun City government office.

County Magistrate Kong, who was sitting in the middle, sighed continuously and looked at the people in the hall in silence.

"What has the man in the hall done? Tell me your name!"

In the hall, this man in cloth with tied hair was seen exchanging friendly glances with the yamen runners beside him in a very skillful manner, which made several people around him laugh.

Seeing the unruly atmosphere around him, County Magistrate Kong slammed the gavel.

"quiet!"

The bailiffs then calmed down and straightened their crooked bodies.

The man with the tied hair pretended to be calm: "My name is Bai Wan, everyone calls me Ah Bai or Xiao Wan. As for the crime I committed, it was selling a fake secret play picture book and extorting a hundred coins."

"Nonsense! You clearly extorted six hundred coins!" Constable Liu on the side immediately added.

"There's only a difference between the 100 and 600 coins! Constable Liu, please don't be so fussy about it!"

Are one and six the same number?

Constable Liu was extremely angry.

After saying this, Bai Wan smiled playfully and knelt down very skillfully.

"Sir, we are old acquaintances. Please judge as usual!"

County Magistrate Kong frowned, looking very impatient:

Last month, you pretended to be a cripple and got hit by a carriage in order to blackmail Mr. Liu!

Last month, you pretended to sell yourself to bury your mother to cheat money!

Ten days ago, you let Mr. Ma’s donkey go!

Now you are selling fake picture albums to blackmail people!"

Listening to these great achievements, Bai Wan did not feel guilty at all, but smiled and added:

"Sir, have you forgotten that I stole Bai Ri Zhai's cat five days ago..."

"Bang!" County Magistrate Kong immediately slammed the gavel.

"Shut up, I'm not writing you an ode."

Bai Wan shrugged and immediately shut up, her lips pouting into a small hill.

County Magistrate Kong really couldn't stand the fact that this kid used that innocent face to cheat and deceive people. If it weren't for the fact that his father had saved him, who would have taught him a lesson again and again?

"Abai, you look like a decent person, but why don't you do anything good? Do you really have to spend time in jail every month?"

Bai Wan raised his eyebrows: "Not really, we can change the room this time."

"You are really stubborn!" Magistrate Kong said helplessly, "This time, I will just lock you up for three days!"

"Then sir, this time I want to change the window to one facing south!" Bai Wan bent his body and even went further.

……

"Constable Liu! Take him away!" County Magistrate Kong's voice suddenly rose.

Bai Wan, on the other hand, was familiar with the route and cooperated very well with Constable Liu, who carried him from the government office to the cell while whistling.

When he looked at the last cell bar, his eyes were full of affection, as if he was a wanderer returning home after decades.

Detective Liu sneered.

Although Bai Wan was not a wicked person, at most he was a minor liar. The county magistrate had done his utmost, but it was a pity that he did not repent. It was speechless.

When dozens of people on both sides of the cell saw Bai Wan, they hurried forward and sneered.

"Isn't this the boss? How come he's back after only being out for three days?"

Bai Wan smiled brightly like spring: "Don't you miss your brothers?!"

He stretched out his hand and shook hands with the ruffians at the fence one by one, as if he was coming to visit his relatives instead of going to jail.

The dishevelled man said aggrievedly, "Boss, why can't you hold on for one more day and come back?"

"Huh?" Bai Wan realized something was wrong and squinted his eyes to glance at this group of hooligans.

The people around laughed and talked a lot.

Only a short thug said, "That's because you're always locked up, so we made a bet. This time you can stay out for a few days."

"How many days have you been gambling?" Bai Wan squinted.

"Three days!" The little guy scratched his head.

Bai Wan looked at him: "Oh, how much did you win?"

"Three steamed buns!" he said embarrassedly.

There was only a slapping sound, and Bai Wan slapped the little guy's head hard, saying angrily:

"You want to die, kid! Am I, your boss, only worth three steamed buns? Have you forgotten who helped you when Fan Yazi cheated you?!"

Everyone couldn't help but sneer.

They knew Bai Wan's temperament.

He is a very loyal person.

Although these people were swindlers and petty thieves, they had all received kindness from people like Bai Wan who were willing to sacrifice themselves for their brothers.

To put it bluntly, if you are willing to be the boss, you can't act rashly.

"Remember! Stop fighting! I don't dare to gamble with the boss anymore. I won't gamble anymore!" The little guy curled up with a crying voice.

Others held him back and tried to persuade him.

"It's just three steamed buns! Forget it!"

"forget it!"

……

Bai Wan pretended to stop, only to find that a blue picture album had fallen out of the little guy's body.

When the little guy saw the book fall out, he didn't care about his injuries and hurriedly put away the album.

"Wait!" Bai Wan looked at the picture album.

How could you not recognize this album cover that has been all the rage recently?

"Chen Er! What's up with this book!?"

The little guy named Chen Er, his real name is actually Chen Yu.

He said aggrievedly: "Boss, this is the first volume of "Two or Three Things About Bamei Pavilion and Me"!"