Zhang Youguang, nervous about what Director Zhang did, spoke incoherently, "Director Zhang, what's going on? What crime did my son commit? Give me an explanation!"
Director Zhang asked, "You still want me to give you an explanation? Don't you know what's going on?"
Zhang Youguang was seen frowning, with beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead sliding down his cheeks. He quickly took out a plaid handkerchief from his pocket and quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks.
At the same time, his eyes were filled with anxiety and uneasiness. He stared closely at Director Zhang in front of him and said in a sincere and urgent tone, "Director Zhang, please forgive me for being frank. These days, I have been immersed in busy work all day long. You know how difficult grassroots work is. I have almost no free time to pay attention to my son's affairs."
Director Zhang listened to what he said and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Zhang Youguang said, "Director! Since we share the same surname, please tell me the truth. If my son has truly committed an unforgivable crime and violated any laws or regulations, I will not protect him in the slightest! I will definitely make him bear the due responsibility and accept the punishment of the law. Director Zhang, please trust my principles and give me a clear answer!"
When Zhang An heard his father say this, it was obvious that he was distancing himself from him.
"Dad, you can't say that. You can't just ignore me!"
Zhang Youguang turned around and scolded, "Shut up, you little bastard! You don't have the right to speak here."
Director Zhang frowned at Zhang Youguang's feigned composure and said, "Old Zhang, since you've brought it all this way, I'll tell you the truth! We've received a report that your son, Zhang An, is suspected of serious crimes like illegal detention and kidnapping, so we're bringing him back to our bureau for questioning. I hope you'll actively cooperate and not attempt to evade or resist the normal procedures of law enforcement. Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences."
As they were talking, several policemen came forward with solemn expressions and handcuffed Zhang An, who was still resisting.
Zhang An struggled: "Dad, I don't want to go to jail..."
At the scene of the crowd, no one made a sound except Zhang An's shouting. The atmosphere was extremely tense, and it felt as if even the air had frozen.
Zhang Youguang watched helplessly as his beloved son was about to be taken away, his heart as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He knew his son's character and knew it wouldn't be long before his son would betray him.
At this moment, veins bulged on his forehead, beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.
He suddenly took a step forward, blocking his son from the police, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Chief Zhang! You must be vigilant! There must be a huge misunderstanding here! My son has always been honest and upright, and he would never do such a heinous thing!"
However, in the face of Zhang's father's desperate pleas, Director Zhang remained unmoved. He slowly shook his head, his eyes sharp, his expression serious and solemn.
"Right and wrong will be judged by the public. Whether there is a misunderstanding or not will become clear once we have thoroughly investigated the matter. Until then, please do not interfere with our official duties."
As soon as he finished speaking, several policemen grabbed Zhang An's arms and twisted them back. They walked a few steps toward the village office and then stopped.
Zhang Youguang was stunned by this. He knew he couldn't save his son. He cast his eyes on the crowd, sank to his knees, clasped his hands together, and said, "Villagers, please help me and testify for my son! I will thank you all later."
The onlookers were talking about it.
Someone asked, "Why should we testify for you?"
Someone else said, "We dare not give false testimony."
"If I knew what would happen today, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."
"We've all seen what kind of people you and your son are. Are you crazy enough to ask us to testify?"
Wang Xiaolan sneered, "Don't play the emotional card here. Cooperate with the police. That's the only way to save yourself. Otherwise, you'll end up in jail like your son."
At this time, Zhang An was so scared that he wet his pants. He shouted loudly: "Dad, save me, I don't want to go to jail..."
Seeing his son about to be taken away, Zhang Youguang was at a loss as to what to do. He crawled and grabbed Director Zhang's trouser leg, crying, "Director, please be flexible for the sake of our family! We will thank you very much."
After saying this, he patted the briefcase in his hand, hinting at him. Director Zhang was naturally not stupid, so how could he not understand the hidden intention behind his actions? However, Director Zhang was filled with extreme disgust and aversion to such behavior.
So, he said with a serious expression: "You should get up! Your tricks don't work on me. We have bad apples like you in our cadre team, which affects our image in the hearts of the people." After saying that, Director Zhang stared at the other person with sharp eyes.
Zhang Youguang felt very disappointed after hearing his words. He knew that he would not be able to win Director Zhang's sympathy by doing this, so he had to get up from the ground.
He felt a chill rising from his spine, and that icy gaze was like a sharp blade stabbing straight at him, making him feel cold all over as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and a layer of fine beads of sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead.
He stammered, "Zhang... Director Zhang, you really... really misunderstood me! I... I absolutely didn't mean that! I just wanted to... to make this matter clear. Please believe me!"
As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, secretly groaning in his heart, this Director Zhang is not easy to fool.
Director Zhang didn't wait for him to continue. His face was serious, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He stared at Zhang Youguang in front of him and said sternly, "Zhang Youguang! Stop hinting at anything. Do you think I don't know what tricks you are playing? Humph! These are just some old tricks. I tell you, anyone with a discerning eye can see through your little tricks at a glance. Don't treat me as a fool, and don't treat everyone as a fool!"
He paused and continued, "Just now, we received a report from the villagers of Xiangshui Village. They accused you of abusing your power in the village and forcibly charging them all kinds of unreasonable fees. Where did the money go? You know best!"
Having said that, Director Zhang fixed his eyes on Zhang Youguang, as if he wanted to see through his appearance to the truth deep in his heart.
"Now, I'll give you a chance to explain the whole story. If you still have any conscience, you should tell the truth. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"
Zhang Youguang was filled with hatred for what Director Zhang said. He clenched his fists and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
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