Chapter 172 Poverty (3)
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This is completely different from what Mr. Bo taught him.
An Yu looked at Zhu Qingchen hesitantly and repeated his words: "As long as you feel uncomfortable, you can not do it?"
"Yeah." Zhu Qingchen nodded and tucked the quilt in for him. "Stop immediately if you feel uncomfortable."
"But..." An Yu was still a little hesitant, "It's just the arms and calves. I've never looked at other places."
"The teacher didn't say Mr. Bo must be a bad person. What the teacher said was that as long as you feel uncomfortable, you can refuse, no matter who the other person is."
Zhu Qingchen's tone was gentle but firm.
“People who truly respect and care about you will not do anything to offend you. After you express your refusal once, they will respect your ideas.”
"For example, just now, many teachers and leaders came to see you, but as long as you didn't want them to come in, they would stand outside the ward. Even if your head teacher came back with breakfast, he would definitely knock on the door first and ask for your opinion before coming in."
"Only those with ill intentions will constantly persuade you, 'It's OK,' 'It's normal,' 'Everyone is like this,' in order to achieve their goals. The more abnormal a person is, the more they want to prove that they are normal."
An Yu looked at Zhu Qingchen thoughtfully, as if he understood something.
In fact, he didn't feel very comfortable at the beginning.
No one taught him, and he was always confused about these things.
Mr. Bo was his sponsor, and he didn't do anything, so he gradually got used to it.
Now that Teacher Zhu had explained it, he finally had a clear concept.
Zhu Qingchen finally said: "You have to trust your instincts. If you feel uncomfortable, you feel uncomfortable. If you keep comforting yourself, persuading yourself, and wronging yourself, then won't that play into the hands of the bad guys?"
An Yu pondered, his eyes gradually became firm, and he nodded vigorously: "Well, I remember it."
He whispered, "Bo is always a good man, and I can refuse things that make me uncomfortable, even if he proposed it. It's two different things."
"Yes." Zhu Qingchen nodded, "That's it."
Understood.
An Yu finished his unfinished breakfast, and soon the police from the police station came over.
They have consulted the doctor and learned that An Yu is now in stable condition and can be briefly questioned.
Of course it doesn't take too long.
The injury was treated at the hospital yesterday, so now it’s just a matter of briefly understanding what happened.
In order to take care of him, the police also allowed him to be accompanied by several teachers.
Zhu Qingchen, the old principal, and his head teacher sat together beside the bed.
An Yu leaned on the hospital bed and briefly recounted his experiences over the years and what happened yesterday.
"My mother passed away when I was ten years old. When I was in junior high school, he always said that he would go out to work after junior high school to earn money to support the family."
"Later, it was President Bo who sponsored me, so I was able to continue to go to high school. Yesterday at noon, we were having lunch at home, and I said I wanted to go out and be a tutor to save money for university tuition and living expenses, and I had already contacted someone."
"He suddenly got furious, jumped up and smashed the dishes, saying that I didn't want to take care of him in his old age and wanted to go to college in another city. But I wanted to go to college in another city anyway. Before I could say a few words, he grabbed the data cable next to him and beat me."
"The wound on my forehead was caused by me accidentally bumping into the wall. Later, Teacher Zhu called me and brought some people over, so I took the opportunity to hide in the bathroom."
While taking notes, the police asked, "Do you know how much funding President Bo has given you over the years?"
An Yu did not doubt it and answered directly: "President Bo will pay my tuition, plus a living allowance of one thousand per month, which will be transferred directly to me by his assistant."
"Boss Bo gave your father some money privately. Did you know about this?"
An Yu thought for a moment and said, "There should be. If Mr. Bo didn't give me money, he wouldn't let me go to school." He asked, "Did Mr. Bo give him a lot of money?"
"Yes." The police nodded. "According to the bank statements we found, Mr. Bo has transferred no less than 100,000 yuan to him in the past three years."
One hundred thousand...
For An Yu, it was an astronomical figure.
"That……"
"Boss Bo also said that he was blackmailing you. Did you hear him calling Boss Bo yesterday to blackmail him?"
"No." An Yu shook his head, "I was unconscious at that time."
Zhu Qingchen wanted to refute, but couldn't.
He has no evidence.
In order to take An Yu's emotions into consideration, the police did not ask any more questions. They stayed for a while, comforted him with a few words, and then prepared to leave.
The policeman patted his shoulder with his broad palm and said, "Don't worry, we will bring him to justice. You should have a good rest, take care of your health, and go to college."
"Um."
An Yu watched the police leave, and several teachers
Stand up and see him off.
Zhu Qingchen asked: "Comrade police, what about the An family..."
"Teacher Zhu, rest assured. As the crime scene, the An family home has been sealed off. When the case is closed in a few days, An Yu can go back to get her things if she wants. After An Yuanyang goes to jail, the house should also be in An Yu's name."
"Although the house is not very good, it should still bring in some money from the sale, enough for his university tuition and living expenses."
"That's good." Zhu Qingchen nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."
At this time, the head teacher said quietly: "You may not know the price of the house where the top scholar lived. How can it be enough for living expenses and tuition? If he passes the exam and becomes the top scholar, it will be enough for his tuition to study abroad in the future."
"Huh?" Zhu Qingchen was puzzled.
*
The situation on An Yu's side gradually stabilized, and there were not so many teachers and leaders guarding outside the ward.
The two admissions teachers who came with Zhu Qingchen went to other candidates' homes without stopping to compete with Tsinghua University for students.
Zhu Qingchen stayed in the ward to accompany An Yu, and explained to him how to choose a school and major, as well as various preferential policies.
"According to your grades, if you perform normally in the college entrance examination, you will definitely be admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University. It's just that it's difficult to choose a major. You are a student who prefers liberal arts. What do you think?"
An Yu asked: "What major is Mr. Zhu a teacher?"
Zhu Qingchen replied: "I am from the history department, but I also teach elective courses to students from other majors."
An Yu grasped the key words: "Then I will go with Teacher Zhu..."
Zhu Qingchen turned to look at him: "How can you be so careless? Do you know what the history department studies? What classes do you have to take? What is the training goal? How can you make a decision so quickly?"
"But……"
An Yu has become accustomed to following in the footsteps of others.
In the original book, because Bo Minghan was his "savior", in order to repay Bo Minghan, he chose the Finance Department.
Now, in the critical moment, it was Zhu Qingchen who saved him, so he wanted to be with Zhu Qingchen again.
Zhu Qingchen put down the volunteer application manual in his hand and looked at him seriously: "Why do you want to do the same as Teacher Zhu?"
"Because Teacher Zhu saved me."
"Then why don't you enroll in medical or teachers' school or police academy? Or just learn lock picking?"
An Yu was stunned for a moment
:"ah?"
"Didn't I tell you before? It wasn't just me who saved you. It was all the teachers, police, firefighters, locksmiths, and enthusiastic people who saved you."
"In fact, I played only a minor role in it. I just made a phone call and negotiated with An Yuanyang for a while, but it was not successful yet."
"It was another teacher who drove the car, it was another teacher who called the police, it was the police who continued to negotiate with An Yuanyang, it was the firefighters who laid the air cushion under the balcony, it was the locksmith who unlocked the door, it was the medical staff who treated you, and your principal even wanted to climb the wall to rescue you."
"Until now, the one who has been by your side and taking care of you is your class teacher, and the police are also working overtime to investigate the case."
"I can't rescue you by myself. Teacher Zhu is not your 'savior'. It took everyone working together to rescue you."
"If you want to apply for the history department now because of Teacher Zhu, isn't that a bit biased?"
It seems so.
An Yu blushed in embarrassment, lowered his head, and grabbed the quilt covering his legs.
"These people worked hard to save you and confronted An Yuanyang head-on. They rescued you not because they wanted you to repay them."
"They saved you just because they wanted you to do what you wanted to do."
Seeing his face flushed, Zhu Qingchen also slowed down his tone.
"My job this time in Yunyan is, of course, to win more and better students for our school. However, as a normal person, I can't let you choose a major because of me."
"If a person supports your selfless and muddled decision, then he is definitely not a good person."
Zhu Qingchen finally said: "What I need is students, not believers. What you need is yourself, not a savior."
An Yu lowered his head and was silent for a long time before he finally whispered, "Then I'll think about it again. Teacher Zhu, can you tell me about the specifics of a few majors?"
"Of course." Zhu Qingchen sat next to him and opened the volunteer guide.
A few days passed like this.
An Yu's injuries were almost healed and he was able to go out for a walk.
These days, he either seeks professional advice from his teacher or takes out his mobile phone to check information on the Internet.
Finally, he made a decision.
He said weakly to Zhu Qingchen: "Teacher, I still want to
Go to the History Department."
Zhu Qingchen asked: "Have you thought about it?"
"Yeah." An Yu nodded, "I've already thought about it. I didn't choose the history department because of Teacher Zhu. I chose it because I thought about it myself."
"Tell me your reasons."
"I took a quick look at the training objectives and course books of various majors. I am more interested in history. Moreover, I don't like dealing with strangers. If I study history or work in the archaeology industry in the future, both are good choices."
"There are many untapped historical resources in Yunyan. It would be great if I could give back to my hometown after I finish my studies. I like interacting with the ancients."
The system said quietly: "Minister, no wonder he likes to deal with you, you are also an ancient."
This time he started completely from his own perspective, and his reasons were very sufficient, whether it was his hobbies or his future life.
Zhu Qingchen did not object any more: "It's up to you to decide."
*
A few days later, the police station informed An Yu that they would transfer the case to the procuratorate. An's father was expected to be sentenced to three to ten years, and An Yu just needed to go to the station to sign.
The An family’s house will also be transferred to An Yu’s name. It is up to him whether to sell it or rent it out.
That morning, Zhu Qingchen and the class teacher accompanied An Yu to the police station to handle the formalities.
As soon as I walked in, a policeman I knew came up to me and asked, "Are you here?"
"Hello, uncle." An Yu greeted politely, "Teacher, come with me..."
The policeman looked worried and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to call you and let you know. The formalities may have to be delayed for a few days."
An Yu asked: "What's wrong?"
"An Yuanyang changed his confession."
Zhu Qingchen seemed to understand something and gazed slightly.
"Change his confession?" An Yu's head teacher was a little anxious. "How can he change his confession? He beat our students. Didn't everyone see it? How can he change his confession?"
"Don't worry. An Yuanyang said he didn't beat the child. He admitted that he beat the child. But now he says someone else instructed him to do so."
"Order? Who would order him? Who has so much free time?"
"Bo Minghan."
When the police uttered this name, An Yu and the class teacher were stunned.
How could it be him? How could it be him?
An Yu said quickly: "It's impossible. Mr. Bo is my sponsor. How could he point
make……"
The police explained to him: "Last night, we gave him his confession and various documents to sign, but he suddenly tore up the documents and said that everything was directed by Bo Minghan."
"He said that Bo Minghan had been eyeing him for a long time..." The policeman glanced at An Yu, "He also said that Bo Minghan liked to watch him beat his son, and every time he beat someone, Bo Minghan would give him a large sum of money."
"He also said that this incident was also planned by Bo Minghan, and that Bo Minghan wanted to buy his son back from him for 100,000 yuan."
An Yu opened his eyes wide, with a look of disbelief: "Impossible, he must be talking nonsense, otherwise why didn't he say it earlier? Why did he have to wait until now to say it? It must be because he has been making up nonsense for a long time."
"It's not impossible," said the policeman, "but he said that at first he thought Mr. Bo would definitely save him, so he didn't give Mr. Bo away. Now that the case is about to be transferred, he found out that Mr. Bo would not save him, so he quickly told the truth."
"Since he said so, we have to follow the procedures to investigate. We have sent someone to bring Bo Minghan here for questioning. It will take some time to solve the case, so we can't transfer it for now. You can't go through the formalities today."
An Yu said earnestly: "Then please help Mr. Bo clear his name."
"Well, don't worry, we will do our best." The policeman continued, "Although we can't transfer the case today, I applied for the key to the house. Didn't you always say that you wanted to go back to get your clothes and books? You can go back and get your things today."
"Okay." An Yu paused, glanced at the two teachers, mustered up the courage, and asked, "Can I go meet him?"
"An Yuanyang? Do you want to see him? Aren't you scared?"
"Yeah." An Yu nodded seriously, "I want to see him, I'm not afraid."
He had not originally planned to meet his father, but now that he had slandered Mr. Bo, he suddenly wanted to meet him.
"Okay, I'll arrange it."
Zhu Qingchen did not stop him.
Letting them meet might help An Yu see through Bo Minghan's true face faster.
The police asked them to wait in the lounge first and then go to handle the formalities.
An's father was still being held in the police station. Not long after, the police came to the lounge to take them there.
A piece of glass separated the room, and An's father was sitting opposite the glass, handcuffed.
As soon as the door opened and An Yu walked in, An's father immediately raised his head.
"son!"
He shouted almost in anger and tried to jump up from the chair.
An Yu was frightened by him and shrank back, subconsciously trying to hide behind the teacher.
But soon, he saw the police holding down An's father.
He slowly calmed down.
He has been caught and won't beat anyone up anymore.
He was handcuffed and there was glass between them, so it was impossible for him to hit anyone.
An's father was obviously very emotional and shouted, "Dad knows he was wrong. Dad really knows he was wrong. Can you forgive me? Dad doesn't want to go to jail!"
"Dad was just too worried about you and loved you too much. Dad didn't want you to leave home. Plus, Dad had drunk a little at the time, so he made a mistake accidentally. Dad didn't mean it!"
"Everyone will be like this after drinking. It was just a once in a while. Daddy swears that he will never hit you again! Really! You forgive Daddy and ask them to let him go, okay?"
Obviously, this is legal illiteracy.
Even if An Yu forgave him, he couldn't go out.
Besides, there was no way An Yu would forgive him.
An Yu turned to look at the teacher. As expected, just as Teacher Zhu said, abnormal people will try their best to defend themselves and say that they are normal.
An Yu asked: "Why do you want to slander Mr. Bo?"
"Slander? I didn't slander him! I told the truth!" Father An hastily defended, "Believe me! Really, everything was done by Bo Minghan!"
"He paid me to beat my son, otherwise I would never do that to my son! He is a pervert, he likes to watch me beat my son."
"He was the one who instigated it this time. He gave me 100,000 yuan and asked me to beat my son. He came to rescue him, and then my son naturally became his."
"Really? You believe me!" Father An raised his head and looked around. "I'm not the mastermind. He is! You should arrest him and sentence him to death. How can you sentence me?"
The police officer scolded: "Okay, when you speak, you need to talk with evidence, and stop talking nonsense."
Zhu Qingchen listened and sighed in his heart.
This An Yuanyang speaks incoherently and in a mess, and he can't produce any evidence at all. Others would think that he is making random accusations in order to escape guilt, which will only make people hate him more.
Even if what he said was true, who would believe him?
Sure enough, An Yu didn't believe him.
"Teacher, let's go
Bar. "
"good."
An Yu turned around to leave, and the next second, a loud "clang" sounded behind him.
Father An threw himself against the glass, his whole body pressed tightly against it, his face distorted.
"Son, believe me! He really ordered me to do it!"
"He was the one who told me to beat you with the data cable. He often cares about you, calls you, video chats with you, and looks at your scars. Every time I beat you, he would definitely video chat you, right?!"
An Yu turned around suddenly, looking shocked.
Seeing his reaction, An's father cried again, "Dad really didn't mean it. Dad was deceived by him. Can you forgive Dad? Dad doesn't want to go to jail..."
An Yu clenched his fists, said nothing, turned around and left the meeting room.
Seeing his expression, Zhu Qingchen knew that the seeds of doubt had been planted in his heart.
Next, Bo Minghan will have more and more flaws.
An Yu will understand soon.
After walking out of the meeting room, An Yu's father's ferocious expression and hoarse voice continued to linger in his ears and eyes.
He covered his head and drank some water before he felt a little better.
Impossible, it must be fake!
The policeman said, "Come on, I'll go home with you to get your things."
When the group walked out of the police station, they happened to meet two policemen and Bo Minghan getting out of the police car.
When he suddenly saw him, An Yu's face turned pale and he felt inexplicably flustered. He stood closer to the teacher, hid beside the teacher, and didn't call him.
What his father said just now still had some impact on him.
At this time, Bo Minghan also saw him and called out nonchalantly, "An Yu."
An Yu calmed down and said, "Boss Bo."
Bo Minghan said, "Your father slandered me, and the police station asked me to come for routine questioning. Don't worry, your father is your father, and you are you. I will continue to support you to go to college. I believe you are a good child, okay?"
As soon as these words came out, An Yu suddenly felt a little guilty.
Mr. Bo is a very good person, but for a moment he actually doubted Mr. Bo.
It really is…
An Yu quickly said, "Boss Bo, you don't have to worry. As long as you cooperate with the police station's investigation and get to the bottom of the matter, everything will be fine."
Bo Minghan smiled with an ambiguous tone: "Well, we don't have to worry."
As they were talking,
A car drove over.
Bo Minghan's lawyer also arrived.
It seems he was well prepared.
After a few simple words, Bo Minghan was taken in and An Yu also left.
A week later, An Yu returned to this home again.
The police have taken photos of the scene and are now cordoning off the area.
The house is not big, with two bedrooms and a living room. It is very dim and we have to turn on the lights during the day.
An Yu took a large woven bag, walked into his room, and prepared to take his things away.
He didn't have much stuff, just some clothes, and the textbooks and notes he used when studying.
These things are precious treasures to him.
Also, there is his diary.
He has the habit of keeping a diary, which started in primary school, and now he has accumulated several large notebooks.
An Yu casually turned a page.
【Monday, March 8th, Rainy Day】
[I ranked first in the joint entrance examination, but was slapped by my father because I didn’t have a scholarship]
[Boss Bo called me via video and cried for half an hour]
Turn another page at random.
【Sunny Monday, June 3】
[Being beaten, video chatting with President Bo, crying again, it hurts so much]
Just as An’s father said, Bo Minghan would call him whenever he was beaten.
Could it be true that...
An Yu's expression changed slightly. He raised his head and looked at Zhu Qingchen, his hands trembling a little: "Teacher, I..."
It was as if he was torn in two.
Half of them told him that this was complete slander and that it was An Yuanyang who was slandering President Bo.
But his other half told him that what An Yuanyang said did not seem to be completely unreasonable.
He began to doubt.
Zhu Qingchen held down his diary and helped him close it: "The teacher told you, when you encounter something uncomfortable, don't deceive yourself."!
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