Hello, Mr. Mo

Chapter 125 Posted on Weibo
Yang Yujuan said "I knew it early on" and said, "I don't think you can recover the money."

Seeing that Yang Yujuan looked down on him, Mo Zhicheng said angrily, "After I finish eating, I will go to the police station with Lin Shanfeng to call the police."

Speaking of this, Mo Zhicheng remembered that he hadn't told Lin Shanfeng yet.

So, Mo Zhicheng took out his mobile phone to call Lin Shanfeng, and after a while he went to the police station to call the police.

"Mr. Mo, I don't think it's necessary. It's useless." Lin Shanfeng said dejectedly.

Just now Mo Zhicheng had told him that the customer service of the game company didn't care about this, so Lin Shanfeng felt that there was no hope.

"What's useless? If you don't try it, how do you know it's useless? Don't you want the more than 3 yuan?" Mo Zhicheng asked.

"Yes, I want it." Lin Shanfeng shouted hastily.

Mo Zhicheng said: "That's it. If you don't go to the police station, how will you get the money back? I've already planned it for you. As long as you listen to me, you should be able to get the money back."

"Alright then, I'll go back to Xiangyang Apartment later." Lin Shanfeng said.

Now Lin Shanfeng is suffering from a terrible headache. The landlord of the fast food restaurant asked him for the rent. He said he asked the landlord to relax for a few more days to see if he could get the money back.

More than 3 yuan, it really hurts.

Now their family does not have much working capital, and the remaining tens of thousands of yuan have been deposited in the bank for a fixed period of time, which will be used for their children to go to college in the future.

Unexpectedly, Lin Heng would cause such a thing, which made him helpless.

Alas, there is no other way, I can only listen to Mo Zhicheng, a dead horse is a living horse doctor.

Mo Zhicheng hung up the phone, raised his head and said to Yang Yujuan, "We'll go to the police station in a while."

"That's useless, it's a waste of time." Yang Yujuan shook her head.

"It's useful, you trust me." Mo Zhicheng looked at Yang Yujuan.

Yang Yujuan didn't say anything else, and bowed her head to eat.

Mo Zhicheng felt that Yang Yujuan sometimes didn't dare to look him in the eye, maybe because she didn't want to be with him anymore.

If it was before, when he looked at Yang Yujuan, she would either scold him or give him a coquettish look, which was completely different from now.

After Mo Zhicheng finished his meal, he called Lin Shanfeng again. The other party said that he would not be back until half an hour. After all, the fast food restaurant is also very busy now.

Seeing this, Mo Zhicheng simply went to the door, took out 502 glue and leather shoes, and glued them together carefully.

Originally, Mo Zhicheng thought it was an easy task, but now that he did it, he realized that it was not the case.

Sure enough, he had a reason for asking for eight yuan.

This bottle of 502 glue can stick several pairs of shoes, which is a bit of a waste of material.

But it won't stick. When you pinch it hard, the glue is sprayed on the shoe, and it sticks to other places.

Mo Zhicheng hurriedly wiped it with his hand, and only then did he know that something was going to go wrong.

Because 502 glue is not a joke, it can stick to your hands.

It was too late for Mo Zhicheng to realize this situation, his hand was stuck, he hastily pulled hard, and a piece of skin was pulled off.

And the mouth of the shoe is still open, not pressed down.

Mo Zhicheng pressed the shoe hard, unable to control the glue on his hand.And once the 502 glue sticks to the hands, there is no way to wash it off, unless there is a special potion.

Yang Yujuan looked at Mo Zhicheng strangely: "What are you doing?"

"The leather shoes are broken, I'll stick them on." Mo Zhicheng said.

Liang Ping over there said, "The leather shoes are broken, just buy a new pair."

"No need, just make a small opening, I'll just stick it with glue." Mo Zhicheng concealed his embarrassment.

If he could go back and choose, he would still choose to buy glue to stick the shoes by himself.You know, it's not easy to save five yuan.

Seeing Mo Zhicheng's right hand, Yang Yujuan couldn't help asking, "Is your hand okay?"

"It's nothing, it's just a trivial matter." Mo Zhicheng smiled.

After the glue on the shoes dried, Mo Zhicheng went to wash his hands.

But no matter how he washed it, the glue still stuck firmly, making it impossible for him to wash it off.

At this time, Mo Zhicheng's cell phone rang, and it was Lin Shanfeng calling, saying that he had arrived downstairs.

Seeing this, Mo Zhicheng wiped his hands, put on his leather shoes and went out.

"Zhicheng, don't you take a nap?" Liang Ping stood up and asked.

She knew that her son usually had to take a nap, otherwise he would lose energy in class in the afternoon.

"It doesn't matter, let's go to the police station with Lin Shanfeng first." After Mo Zhicheng finished speaking, he closed the door.

Mo Zhicheng came to the first floor, Lin Shanfeng was waiting there, and Lin Heng was standing beside him.

"Is Lin Heng going too?" Mo Zhicheng asked.

"Go better, lest the police say we two adults are talking nonsense." Lin Shanfeng said.

Mo Zhicheng thought about it and thought it was right.

After all, Lin Heng was the person involved, and it would be easier for the police to trust him if he was around.

So, Mo Zhicheng and the others drove an electric car to the police station.

When the police heard that Lin Shanfeng had disappeared more than 3 yuan, they asked in surprise, "This is a big case."

"Yes, my son is just playing games, and he recharged more than 3 yuan." Lin Shanfeng nodded and said.

"Isn't it a fraud? Did your son recharge it himself?" The policeman was stunned for a moment, and then said, "If it's not a fraud case, we can't file a case here. This is your economic dispute, and mediation should be the main focus."

When Lin Shanfeng heard this, he turned his head to look at Mo Zhicheng, and said to himself: I've already said it, it's useless to come to the police station.

Mo Zhicheng hurriedly said: "Comrade policeman, no, it's their online game company that defrauded our students, and that's why this happened. Now we have to report the case. That online game company used special means to defraud students of recharging more than 3 yuan." One yuan. And isn’t it stipulated that minors cannot play games? How can game companies trample on the law?”

Mo Zhicheng didn't care about this, and first put a big hat on the online game company and asked the police to register first.Anyway, if they report the crime, the police have to register it, right?
The police heard what Mo Zhicheng and the others said, and Lin Heng cried and said that he had spent more than 3 yuan and asked the police to help him get it back, or his father would beat him to death.

Therefore, the police also registered this matter, saying that they would contact the online game company, and if there was a result, they would call Mo Zhicheng.

Mo Zhicheng knew that the police couldn't play Tai Chi, so he would definitely handle things in a realistic manner.

He took a picture of the alarm registration and asked the police to deal with it quickly.

When I got home, it was almost two o'clock, and Mo Zhicheng didn't take a break, and used his desktop computer at home to tweet about Lin Heng.

Of course, Mo Zhicheng put Lin Heng's name and other key places in a mosaic, and wrote a very conspicuous title "Please save our children".

On Weibo, Mo Zhicheng repeatedly pointed out that online game company, saying that they did not care about the life and death of their children in order to make money, and asked relevant departments to investigate this online game company and deal with it seriously.

(End of this chapter)