Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1313 - 640 Call Boss Yan_2

The health clinic director was getting on in years and had no solution for these two young people—despite the fact that they had arrived on a broken-down walk-behind tractor, both were somewhat dirty at the moment, but there weren’t many in the township who didn’t recognize the pair.

The elderly director could only offer a wry smile as he urged them, "Please wait a moment, there’s no need to rush..."

In the past, he really wouldn’t have had to care about the opinions of these two young folk. Who didn’t know what they used to do back in the town? But now, things had changed for them, and he had no desire to offend them without good reason.

Xiang Changqing was sitting by the door, looking at Pang Fa and Heizi with an expressionless face, seemingly lost in thought.

At that moment, an older woman gently pushed the door open a crack and peered inside curiously. Xiang Changqing stood up, "Ma’am, can I help you with something?"

The middle-aged woman was clearly startled and stammered in panic, "Nothing, nothing, I’m just looking, just looking..."

While she spoke, she continued to stretch her neck, trying to see inside.

Xiang Changqing, somewhat helpless, decided to just open the door, "Ma’am, if you need anything, just say it. There are only a few of us in here, what are you trying to see?"

It was obvious that the woman was from the countryside, and seeing Xiang Changqing’s friendly demeanor, though still a bit flustered, she mustered the courage to ask, "I’m just looking, that’s Heizi, the manager of the cattle farm, and Director Pang, right?"

Xiang Changqing nodded, "Yes, that’s them. Do you need anything?"

The woman quickly shook her head vehemently, "No, no, I was just looking, I’ll be leaving now..."

Saying this, she did not wait for Pang Fa and Heizi to speak and turned to run outside.

This left everyone in the room utterly confused.

The township’s health clinic was not on the main street, but it was not far off. The woman ran all the way out of the clinic, and after jogging a distance to the main street, she found a payphone and started dialing a number expertly.

Comrade Guo, the old Party Secretary of Guo Village, was bellowing in the courtyard of a house that had just built a new building, "Stop your wailing, now that it’s happened, what’s the use of crying? Didn’t Erwa just say? If that thief had a weapon or something, then there’s room for negotiation. The Shuanzhu Family has gone to the hospital to wait for news, we’ll go after getting updates..."

It wasn’t that he had a bad attitude; faced with such a situation, even as the Party Secretary, he felt overwhelmed. Why did it have to be the young people from his own village who had killed a thief? Such a misfortune to encounter during the New Year festivities!

Now, the courtyard was filled with villagers who had heard the news and come running, making all kinds of noise and comments.

Inside the house, a middle-aged woman was sobbing loudly, her tears and snot mingling while several other women tried to console her, "Sister-in-law, don’t be anxious, everyone from the village who went to the market town is helping to gather information. Maybe Caiwa will be back soon. It’s the New Year, how could you cry like this? It doesn’t look good."

A young man nearby couldn’t stand it anymore and said to the old Party Secretary, "Four-uncle, why don’t we all go to the police station to petition? With more people, the township will have to consider our opinion..."

Old Party Secretary was furious, "Didn’t you hear Erwa? If this turns into a group incident, things will only get worse? Everybody calm down..."

As he was shouting, the phone in the house rang. The Party Secretary stepped forward and picked up the receiver, "Hello... Shuanzhu Family, what’s up? You saw Heizi, the manager, and Director Pang in the director’s office? Okay, okay, continue to wait in the hospital, and if there’s any new information, call back right away..."

After hanging up, the Party Secretary thought for a moment and said, "The information we heard just now is true; Liucia was taken to the police station in Boss Yan’s car. Now he has even sent someone to the hospital, he definitely won’t ignore the situation. So, all of you stop making a fuss. Let’s wait a little longer..."

"Wait, wait, wait, Uncle Four, we can wait, but Liucai, that kid can’t wait! It’s barely been two good years, and life’s just started looking up. If something happens to Liucai again, wouldn’t this new house have been built for nothing?" A middle-aged man couldn’t help muttering anxiously.

Old Branch Secretary glared, "Then you go, you go on your own. Are you planning to go to the police station or the township government? Go ahead on your own!"

The middle-aged man fell silent, and a younger one next to him couldn’t help saying, "We don’t have to go to the township, we could go see Boss Yan, right?"

Old Branch Secretary raised his hand and swung the tobacco pipe at him, "Boss Yan hasn’t said he won’t help, and aren’t his people waiting at the hospital right now? What else do you want? Do you expect Boss Yan to storm the police station and snatch the person out?"

The young man ducked to avoid the tobacco pipe, "Dad, I’m just worried about Xiaocui, after all, she’s your granddaughter..."

As soon as Xiaocui’s name was mentioned, Guo Liucai’s mother, who had been starting to sob, began to cry uncontrollably.

Even Old Branch Secretary, upon hearing his son mention his granddaughter, had his blazing anger subside significantly.

It turned out that in the past two years, the Guo Liucai family had managed well by raising cattle. Guo Liucai himself was diligent and did some extra work, not only building up the house but also securing a marriage proposal—and that proposal was none other than for Old Branch Secretary’s granddaughter.

With the new house finished, the wedding day was not far off. At this critical juncture, this kind of trouble was like cold water hardening grease or like maggots breeding in a salt jar, the epitome of bad luck.

The phone in the house rang from time to time, all calls coming with news.

In those days, personal mobile phones were still a rarity, and although all these people who were gathering were on the same street, it was impossible for everyone to huddle together to exchange news. As soon as they heard something, they would rush to make a call, fearing that a delay in passing the information could cause problems.

Old Branch Secretary answered a few calls and grew increasingly irritable. He turned to a young man and said, "Erwa, go over those bits and pieces of legal knowledge you know again..."

The young man called Erwa, who looked like he had worked out of town, responded, "I don’t know much, as I’ve said already—it’s all from watching TV..."

One of the middle-aged men slapped him on the head with a smack, "You foolish boy, if the Fourth Elder tells you to speak, you speak. If you’ve said it before, say it again, come on..."

The young man, having no choice and with everyone in a bad mood because of the situation, had to endure the slap—even if it was from his own father. So, he began again, "Killing a thief depends on the situation. If the thief was armed or killed in the process of resistance, maybe the penalty would be lighter. The thief who was killed had a knife, right? Maybe Liucai, brother, will be fine..."

He only chose the comforting things to say, not mentioning that the thief had been tied up before he got beaten to death, and his so-called legal knowledge was all jumbled. It made sense, after all, for a young man who went out to work, he could only watch TV in the dormitory during his leisure time and certainly wouldn’t specifically study legal knowledge.

He likely had more to say just because he had watched more TV channels outside—the town was currently embracing cable television. But that required payment, with not many people in the town using it, let alone in the villages. Most homes could only watch the local ’Medicine-selling Channel.’

The young man repeated the same few sentences over and over, and as everyone listened, they understood that these words were more about comforting themselves. Some people were already anxious, some calling out for Fourth Elder, others for Fourth Uncle or Fourth Brother. In any case, everyone’s opinions were surprisingly unanimous—they decided to go to the town to ’petition.’

Seeing the fervor of the crowd, Old Branch Secretary realized he couldn’t stop them and resorted to his trump card, "Quit the noise, I’ll give Boss Yan a call first, see if it’s okay with him?"

The mere mention of Yan Fei’s name was quite effective. Hearing that Old Branch Secretary would call Boss Yan, everyone immediately fell silent, all quietly watching as he pressed the speakerphone and began dialing—after all, when Yan Fei had caught the cattle thief and brought the cattle back to the village, he hadn’t stopped them from beating the thief. Not only had he not stopped them, he intentionally let them vent their anger before he brought the thief to the police station. How could they easily forget something like that?

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