The customer who came in to buy things was called Ni Yujuan. Ever since Zheng Xiaoxue came, every time she came in, she would first look at Zheng Xiaoxue's butt with hostility, then subconsciously look at her own butt, until she felt that her butt was bigger, then she would smile and come in to buy things.
"Sister Ni, you are always the last one to buy things."
Ni Yujuan looked at Zheng Xiaoxue with a slightly disdainful smile, tossed her long curly hair back, and said, "I'm too busy working at the Mi County Bank. Sometimes it takes a long time for me to get home, so I can only come to buy things at night. You know, you can't control your own destiny in the system."
"That's right. Sister Ni is so beautiful and works in the system, so she must be more popular." Zhao Xiaohai said insincerely. After all, guests are guests, and there is no reason to drive them away.
Ni Yujuan immediately cast a coquettish glance at Zhao Xiaohai and said, "That's right. Now I have found a prince charming as my boyfriend. He is handsome and willing to spend money on me. Mr. Fang, come and pay."
Zhao Xiaohai saw an acquaintance coming in, but to say it was an acquaintance was just one-sided familiarity.
Song Zhijun, who is on the wanted list, now uses the alias Mr. Fang.
Zhao Xiaohai suddenly became nervous, not for any other reason, but because Song Zhijun was really a desperado.
If it was just a fight between two people, Zhao Xiaohai would definitely not be afraid, but he was fighting in front of Zheng Xiaoxue in his own store.
Zhao Xiaohai really didn't want to, after all, he had people to protect.
If you get hurt or bruised, it’s your own loss.
But Song Zhijun doesn't know himself, and that's his advantage.
Zhao Xiaohai completely understood that the apprentice that Lao Zhang accepted some time ago was Song Zhijun.
All I can say is that enemies always meet.
Soon, Zhao Xiaohai calmed down. He actually had nothing to do with Song Zhijun. Arresting Song Zhijun was actually the responsibility of the public security department, so there was no need for him to rush around.
After paying the bill, Ni Yujuan pushed the door open with her big butt, got on Song Zhijun's motorcycle, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Song Zhijun was driving a motorcycle and felt that he was very lucky recently.
He was sentenced to nine years in prison and met the second and third brothers in prison.
When we escaped from prison, there was a river outside and it was raining that day.
It is because of Song Zhijun's recklessness that the second brother is willing to follow him wholeheartedly.
At that time, the second brother kept bowing and said.
"Boss, I'm not as good a swimmer as you are. I'm lucky to have managed to swim here. I just wanted to rest for a minute. Come on, let's continue. It's raining heavily now anyway, so no one should be able to catch up!"
Song Zhijun didn't say anything. He wiped the rain off his face, identified the direction, and pulled his second brother to flee towards a sparse village in the distance.
In September, the conference room in the Shanxi Provincial Public Security Department building was filled with smoke and the atmosphere was solemn.
The team chasing fugitive criminals is studying a plan to hunt down Song Zhijun.
Captain Yuan sat in the middle of the conference table, seriously examining every familiar face on the hunting team.
The captain of the third team, who was in his forties and came from the Second Labor Reform Farm, stood up, holding Song Zhijun's file in one hand and pressing the other hand on the table.
"Song Zhijun, male, born in 1959, 26 years old, a farmer from Dahe Town, Hubei Province.
As a teenager, he was repeatedly punished for theft and robbery. Since 1978, he has frequently traveled around Fujian, engaging in smuggling and has been apprehended numerous times by local police.
Having said that, he paused, took a sip of water and continued.
"In 1983, during the crackdown, Song Zhijun was sentenced to nine years in prison by the Jiang'an Court of Wuhan for robbery.
At around 3 p.m. on July 31, 1984, Song Zhijun escaped while working.
While in prison, the prisoner consistently used deceptive means to disguise himself in order to gain the trust of correctional officers.
Song Zhijun hates society and usually dominates among the prisoners.
The criminal's characteristics are: height of 1.76 meters, short hair, big eyes, double eyelids, thin, junior high school education, able to read and write, and very intelligent.
Song Zhijun has a history of theft and robbery, is ruthless, and is likely to commit crimes again. Everyone should be extra careful."
The members of the pursuit team unanimously expressed that they must catch the fox.
After the meeting, more than a dozen members of the pursuit team were divided into groups of two and boarded trains heading east, west, north and south.
The Second Prison is a vast plain.
Although this place is hundreds of miles in radius, the population is not large and residents live very sparsely. Sometimes, pedestrians may not see a single house even after walking for several miles.
One evening in early September, a woman was returning home from mowing the lawn.
She came to a small ditch at the edge of the field, bent down and was about to scoop up some water to wash her face when she suddenly screamed in fright.
I saw two guys, one tall and two short, covered in mud, looking neither human nor ghost, curled up in a pit next to a ditch and sleeping.
Hearing the scream, the short man jumped up and ran into a bush in the moonlight like a frightened bird.
Then a tall man jumped up, followed closely by the short man.
The shorter man is the escaped prisoner Song Zhijun.
Song Zhijun pulled the second brother into the bushes and rushed towards a dense birch forest in front of them.
Song Zhijun knew that only by quickly fleeing the area could he temporarily escape the police pursuit.
The three men limped and rode non-stop, running nearly a hundred miles in one breath. They were so tired that they were exhausted. Finally, they could run no longer. Seeing a remote village in front of them, they hid in the fields near the village to rest.
Under the dark night, Song Zhijun, the second and third brothers hid in a secluded low-lying area. The three of them lay there. Song Zhijun raised his head, stretched his neck and looked around.
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