Chapter 242 Can this be connected?
When Zhou Yi saw these people appear at the door with empty hands, he knew that they should not pose any threat.
In the security environment of the 1990s, gangsters would carry some weapons, ranging from light ones like water pipes to heavy ones like controlled knives.
Moreover, these people didn't look like thugs, and Zhou Yi also saw a middle-aged woman behind them.
Which gangster would bring an old lady with him when he comes out to cause trouble?
"Sister Qiao, it's okay."
Zhou Yi said as he walked towards the few people and showed his ID.
The group of people who were originally aggressive started talking at once with tears and snot as if they had seen their relatives.
Zhou Yi felt a headache after hearing this, so he asked the big brother who had kicked the door just now to speak.
Finally I figured out what was going on.
This group of people came to Meng Qingtong to collect debts. Meng Qingtong had previously cheated them of their money under the name of Dinghua Group.
It basically means that Dinghua Group is a large pharmaceutical technology company in a certain province, with a market value of over 100 million yuan, strong strength, and its products are sold well at home and abroad. Even US President Clinton uses their products.
This time I came to Hongcheng to give back to the people of Hongcheng.
Dinghua Group planned to open a branch in Hongcheng to expand its business, and Meng Qingtong was sent to do this.
Don’t be fooled by the shabby appearance of this office now. In fact, their group has already bought the land. Once the procedures from relevant departments are approved, they will demolish the old building and then build a brand new one on the original site to open a branch.
These people are very lucky. As long as they buy a certain amount of their group's magical healthy drinking products now, they can not only get the products at a 30% discount, but also become shareholders of their branch company and receive dividends every year in the future.
Meng Qingtong made an illogical boast, telling them that if they invested 10,000 yuan, they could get a dividend of 3,880 yuan in the first year, and the dividend would directly increase to 6,880 yuan in the second year. In addition to the dividends in the third year, the group would buy back the original 10,000 yuan shares from them at twice the price.
Zhou Yi found that even if he just listened to one person speaking, his head still hurt.
Because it's so stupid!
This kind of thing is completely illogical and impossible to imagine.
Even though Zhou Yi didn't understand finance, he knew that the three-year investment return rate was 400-500%. Even the Heavenly Court wouldn't dare to report it this way when it took the Monkey King to pacify the Peach Garden.
But the fact is that not only in the 1990s, but even ten or twenty years later, in an era of extremely developed Internet information, there are still endless people who fall for this kind of tricks.
It’s not that the scammers are so clever, but that the deceived people have limited cognition and thinking, coupled with the natural greed in human nature.
But I didn’t expect that Meng Qingtong was not only a pervert who abused cats, but also a liar.
Zhou Yi and Shi Tao had not cared much when they found the cat's body in the suitcase because cat abuse was not a criminal offense, as there was no specific animal protection law.
But fraud is a crime in its own right, but financial fraud is generally handled by the economic investigation department.
Zhou Yi asked: "So you were all deceived?"
Everyone nodded. The person who was cheated out of the least was 10,000 yuan, and the one who was cheated out of the most was 30,000 yuan. That person was the big brother who kicked the door.
"Where did you get to know this guy named Meng?" Zhou Yi asked.
Some said they met Meng Qingtong when he set up an advertising stall on the street, while others said they saw a flyer in the mailbox and came to him.
The middle-aged woman standing in the back pointed at the man who kicked the door and said, "He introduced me."
The eldest brother's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.
Someone took out a crumpled flyer and handed it to Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi took it and saw that the scammer had spent a lot of money on it, as it was actually printed in color on copperplate.
There were some photos on the flyer, including huge factories, high-end offices, photos of shaking hands with foreigners, and crowds of people eager to buy their products.
All of this demonstrates the "strength" of this large group.
Then add a bunch of explosive copywriting, as exaggerated as possible, and just dig without burying anything.
The most outrageous thing is that there is a very conspicuous portrait in the lower right corner: Comrade Clinton is holding a small blue bottle in his hand with a smile on his face.
The caption below is, the President of the United States also said it’s good!
Zhou Yixin said, I don’t know what the president was holding in his hand. The portrait and the bottle are not on the same visual level at all.
"Just based on this piece of paper, you believe it?" Zhou Yi asked.
"He said their product can cure many diseases, such as high blood pressure and coronary heart disease. He also said that a person with stomach cancer recovered after drinking their medicine for three months and now he has nothing wrong with him," said one of them.
Zhou Yi no longer cared about the affairs of this group of people. It was not within his scope of responsibility, and sometimes, pitiful people really had hateful aspects.
"Have you called the police?" Zhou Yi asked.
"We reported it and took a statement. The police said they would tell us if they caught this person," said the man who kicked the door.
Zhou Yi nodded. Actually, it wasn't telling them, but asking them to collect further evidence.
"Then you will stay here forever?" Qiao Jiali asked.
Because this group of people came just a short while after she and Zhou Yi arrived, they could have been nearby all the time.
"We didn't know where else to look for them, so we just stayed around."
"Comrade police, have you caught someone?"
Zhou Yi asked sharply, "They? Besides Meng Qingtong, are there others?"
Everyone nodded.
The man who kicked the door said, "There's another man, he looks younger."
"What's your name?"
The eldest brother shook his head: "I don't know his name. He never gave us his business card."
One of them immediately said, "His surname is Tao, and he speaks with a slight local accent."
"Huh? Your last name is Tao?" Zhou Yi's first reaction was to think of Tao Cong who had been in prison, and thought to himself that it couldn't be such a coincidence.
Originally, he had no intention of caring about these people. After all, they could only stay in this dilapidated building, which meant that there was no clue about Meng Qingtong at all.
But there was also a young man named Tao with a local accent, so this group of people still had value. He decided to check Tao Cong's file information and find a photo of his ID for them to identify.
If it really is Tao Cong, he would definitely be much easier to find than Meng Qingtong, who is from another province. After all, he has a lot of social connections locally.
Zhou Yi discussed it with Qiao Jiali, and Qiao Jiali thought it was a good idea. This group of people had been squatting here for so long, which meant that there were no more clues here, and Meng Qingtong must have run away long ago.
After talking to a few people, the guy who kicked the door and another man followed them back to the municipal bureau, while the rest of the people insisted on staying here.
After returning to the Municipal Bureau, Qiao Jiali quickly found Tao Cong's household registration information through the information provided by Zhou Yi.
When the two people who brought back the photo were shown the above photo, they nodded their heads quickly and said that it was him and the one in the same group with the man named Meng.
Zhou Yi looked at Tao Cong in the photo and was shocked.
This is too much of a coincidence, how can this be connected?
Who arranged this?
Originally, he investigated Tao Cong to see if he had any connection with the subsequent savings bank robbery and murder.
As a result, an unexpected incident occurred, which involved a case in Donghai Community.
Zhou Yi saw that it was getting late, so he decided to go to Tao Cong's house before nightfall to find out what was going on.
The two drove non-stop to Tao Cong's registered address, which was not a residential complex but a large compound.
Such slums are rare nowadays. They are all left over from the early years. Uncle Lu Xiaoshuang and grandmother live in such a slum.
The reason why such shantytowns can be preserved is purely because of their poor geographical location, they are not suitable for building residential communities, and it is not worthwhile to renovate the old city.
Zhou Yi has seen that some large courtyards can accommodate more than 20 families. Some families have three generations living together in a small room of more than ten square meters, and some families have set up sheds everywhere to increase the activity area.
The kitchen is built, but there is no toilet.
Lu Xiaoshuang is like this. After coming to Hongcheng, she has been living in a small attic.
Zhou Yi first walked around the compound to make sure there was only one entrance and exit, then asked Qiao Jiali to guard the exit while he went in.
Because he planned to pretend to be a classmate to avoid alerting the enemy.
As soon as you enter the compound, you will see clutter everywhere, tangled electrical wires and clotheslines overhead, and hens running around unscrupulously.
There are basically two types of people who still live here: the elderly who are reluctant to move, and the poor who have no money to move.
Zhou Yi saw an old lady drying pickles and went up to ask her.
The old lady was hard of hearing and after asking a few questions, she almost said "Ma Shemei".
An old man came out of the house and showed Zhou Yi the way.
Zhou Yi followed the map and found the location of the Tao family. There was an old lady sitting at the door, spinning yarn with an old wooden machine.
Zhou Yi hasn't seen this old-fashioned hand-cranked spinning machine for many years. He has the impression that it was common when he was a child.
"Auntie, may I ask, does Tao Cong live here?" Zhou Yi walked over and asked, looking into the house.
But even in broad daylight, the room was still dark and difficult to see clearly.
The old lady stopped what she was doing and looked at him. "Who are you looking for?"
Strong local accent.
Zhou Yi also replied in the local dialect: "Tao Cong, I'm his junior high school classmate. I happened to be passing by and came to see him."
The old lady nodded, turned around and shouted into the house: "Congzi, Congzi, your classmates are here to play with you."
Zhou Yi was overjoyed. This guy was actually at home?
The old lady yelled twice, and then a man's voice came from the room, cursing: "What are you yelling about? It's so noisy, you won't let me sleep."
Then, a figure staggered out of the dark room, wearing only a piece of clothing and a pair of underwear, and it was obvious that he had just crawled out of the quilt.
Zhou Yi took a look at him. He was even uglier than the photo in the household registration information. He had small eyes, a flat nose, hunched shoulders, and looked at Zhou Yi with his head tilted.
"Which one are you? Why the hell don't I remember having a stupid classmate like you?" Tao Cong said arrogantly.
"You don't remember me? I was in Class 3. Didn't you like Han Jiajia from our class back then? You always blocked her on the road after school." Zhou Yi said with a smile.
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