How to raise the president

It's easy for a person to break down, destroy his beliefs, and tear up his lifelong treasures.

Su Ziqiang was full of grievances, and finally got the chance to tell.

Justice has not been sought, my daughter is lying half dead in the hospital, I am still being oppressed by people, I can't find a job, my life is not settled, and there is still a large amount of medical expenses in arrears, even a normal person will collapse.

It was also the first time for An Ziyu to feel that people's hearts are really dark and evil, like a rotten apple, that this society will really disregard right and wrong because of certain people and certain things, and turn black and white.

To be honest, it was also the first time for him to be disgusted by certain people or things, so disgusting that he wanted to vomit.

"What's wrong?" Fang Youyi asked worriedly seeing that his face was not looking well.

An Ziyu raised his eyes, like a pitiful cat: "It hurts in my chest."

Fang Youyi put his arms around An Ziyu, and said softly, "It's okay, I'm here."

An Ziyu lay on Fang Youyi's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "You will help Yun'er and Teacher Su, right?"

"Yeah." Fang Youyi smiled lightly, "I promised, are you worried that I won't be able to do it?"

An Ziyu shook his head: "But I'm worried that you..." will offend those people.

"It's okay, they can't touch me." After speaking, Fang Youyi called Jiang Fei and Yan Cheng, and they also called Fu Ming over.

"Can you find that recording?" Fang Youyi asked.

Jiang Fei was a little embarrassed: "It's been a long time, I don't know if it has been destroyed. According to the personality of the person above me, it has probably been completely destroyed."

Fang Youyi looked at Yan Cheng, and Yan Cheng shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know which computer to backup, and half a year is indeed a long time."

Therefore, the evidence is difficult to retrieve.

Fang Youyi looked at Fu Ming for the last time, before turning his head completely away, he took it back.

"Captain! Don't bring such contemptuous people! I can do it!"

"What way?" Almost everyone present said in unison.

Fu Ming folded his hands on his chest, raised his chin and pointed at Teacher Su, and said rather embarrassingly, "Shouldn't it be enough to just let him go to the policeman who backed him up?"

"How to say?" Fang Youyi asked with narrowed eyes.

"Gambling!" Fu Ming brushed his thumb over the crowd as if playing handsome, "We just bet on whether that policeman has a conscience. In short, we just resign ourselves to fate."

Fang Youyi turned to look at Su Ziqiang: "Do you remember the backup policeman?"

Su Ziqiang swallowed and nodded, "I remember it was a... pretty young policeman."

As soon as the words were finished, Fang Youyi looked at Jiang Fei and the others, Jiang Fei and Yan Cheng also looked at Fang Youyi, and then the corners of their lips curled up in unison.

Fu Ming snapped his fingers and said, "Hello, young policeman!"

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About half a year ago, Lin Zhou was just transferred to the Public Security Bureau of Shanghua City. He felt that his future was bright, because this is a public security bureau in a first-tier city, with the best equipment and the most professional talents.

He felt that he should work hard here for the rest of his life, serve the people, serve the society, and make contributions to the country.

But the appearance of that person and the way they dealt with it made Lin Zhou doubt his life for the first time, and even thought of resigning.

On a certain night half a year ago, a middle-aged man rushed to the police station to report the crime. He said, "My daughter was wronged!"

At that time, he was about to change shifts, but when he heard this tone, he knew that the matter was urgent. He thought that he would not get off work and deal with the middle-aged man's affairs beforehand.

He asked for the middle-aged man's mobile phone, and just as he was backing up the recordings in the middle-aged man's mobile phone, his immediate boss rushed back to the police station, full of dust.

The immediate boss put his shoulders on his shoulders and said to him in a gentle voice: "I'm coming back, just to get a document, don't be nervous."

At that time, he felt terrified, his hand holding the mouse was shaking constantly, and his palm was still sweating.

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