The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 67 Let the Evidence Speak
The leaves of the sycamore trees on Tai'an Road rustled in the wind.

Bus No. 5 is about to arrive at the station.

When Qian Jin heard something was wrong, he stopped the two from boarding the train and asked, "What's going on?"

Tangyuan was crying.

Wei Qinghuan explained: "They are migrant workers from our school. They always harass me and scare me, which in turn scares Tangyuan."

Qian Jin was furious after hearing this: "Isn't this just hooliganism? Why didn't you call the police?"

Although public security is poor these days, law enforcement is strong and hooligans are caught very well.

Wei Qinghuan smiled helplessly: "It's useless. They have relatives who are security guards, and their connections are very strong."

"Even if I call the police, without any useful evidence, the security officers won't do anything, and things will be very difficult to handle."

Qian Jin seemed to be thinking: "It's not difficult. Can I help you with it?"

Wei Qinghuan was surprised: "Do you have a solution?"

Qian Jin nodded.

He had heard that some hooligans were acting like hooligans, so he thought of taking a group of people to scare them.

But they have connections, and violence won't solve the problem. We have to find another way.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Wait here for me. I'll go back and get some things and play with them."

Wei Qinghuan misunderstood his thoughts and quickly stopped him, shaking his head vigorously:

"You want to confront them head-on? Don't do that..."

Qian Jin smiled and said, "Don't worry, I am a good citizen who understands the law, knows the law, and abides by the law. How could I do anything illegal?"

"Wait a moment, and see what I can do."

He went home alone, locked the door, took out the gold box and started shopping.

After the volume of the express boxes was upgraded, the range of choices for purchased goods has indeed become larger.

But there was no need for a large gold chest today, a No. 2 gold box would suffice, and the things he wanted to buy were already very small in 27 years.

But it was still big in 77.

Soon he carried his bag and called Zhang Aijun to go to the neighborhood committee, opened the office and carried out a carefully preserved large tape recorder!
This took some time, and when they arrived at the bus stop, Wei Qinghuan and Tangyuan were gone.

He asked someone.

Wei Qinghuan has an outstanding image and easily leaves an impression on people: it turned out that after he left, the second No. 5 bus arrived and the two got on and left.

Obviously, he didn't want to cause trouble for him.

Qian Jin waited for another bus.

The car was moving very slowly, and it got dark very early, so by the time we arrived at the Chengnan Night School stop, it was already night.

Qian Jin was rushing to the night school. When he reached the path outside the campus, he heard Tangyuan sobbing.

Wei Qinghuan had a stern face and raised eyebrows, and walked quickly carrying the dumplings as if they were gas tanks.

The white plaster slogans on the wall beside her had peeled off, and several young men on bicycles surrounded her, whistling and blocking her way.

From time to time, they shone their flashlights on Wei Qinghuan's angry face, forcing Wei Qinghuan to close his eyes and stop.

Whenever this happened they would laugh triumphantly.

Seeing this, Zhang Aijun was about to rush up.

Qian Jin stopped him and whispered, "When a man gets things done, he needs to use wisdom!"

"Take this recorder and follow them from the dark. You don't have to come out until they take action—this is an order!"

After saying that, he quickly walked towards Wei Qinghuan: "Why didn't you wait for me?"

Wei Qinghuan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw him appear, and explained, "I'm afraid I'll get you into trouble, and then I won't be able to repay this favor."

Qian Jin smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll pay it back slowly."

The young men surrounded them and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who the hell left your pants unzipped and exposed you?"

"A telephone pole wearing a suit, this is a conspicuous bag, right?"

Qian Jin sneered: "You are really arrogant."

"You just found out?" A young man with a crew cut and riding a Phoenix bicycle pointed at him with a fierce look on his face. "This is none of your business. Get out of here!"

Qian Jin seemed frightened and suddenly softened his attitude: "Comrades, could you please listen to me for a few words?"

"I've already heard from Teacher Wei about what you did."

"Comrades, you are still young. You must not go down the path of crime!"

"Socialist construction needs you, the motherland's border defense needs you, and the people's happy life needs you!"

The young men were confused, and one of them murmured, "The political commissar is here?"

The young man with a crew cut understood.

He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and said coolly:
"Can't you guys see? This guy is making fun of us!"

Some young people couldn't help but push him.

Qian Jin grabbed the outstretched arm and said sternly, "Don't do it. Believe me, you will definitely regret it if you do!"

"Xiaoqing, where did you find a political commissar bodyguard?" another young man asked Wei Qinghuan in a sarcastic tone.

Qian Jin said, "Comrade, please address me as Teacher Wei. Don't use random names. This is a mistake only the petty bourgeoisie would make."

"I heard Teacher Wei talk about you, and I just saw your actions. You blocked Teacher Wei's path with your bike, shone a flashlight in her eyes, and insulted her with obscene language. What kind of behavior is this?"

"This is an act of molesting women, it's a criminal act..."

The man with the buzz cut couldn't help it and came up to burn him with his cigarette butt: "Yes, we molested women, we committed a crime, what can you do to us?"

"Hit us? Come on, don't say we're bullying you because of our numbers. I'll fight you alone!"

"I don't dare to fight. Call the police. To tell you the truth, the director of the Songshan Road Public Security Station is my godfather. Call the police and see if they arrest me or you!"

Qian Jin said: "Don't say that, I am a model of supporting agriculture and an advanced individual..."

"You are a piece of shit! These are just things to fool the common people, and you think you are a dish!" Another young man laughed.

A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said, "Brother Jun, why are you talking nonsense to him? Beat him up and see if he dares to meddle in other people's business again!"

The crew-haired young man waved his hands: "No, no, no, let's not beat him up. If we beat him up, we'll fall into his trap and let him succeed in being a hero in front of the beauty."

"Let's play with him. Aren't you a role model? Aren't you an advanced person? Hehe..."

Spit out a mouthful of saliva.

Qian Jin hides away.

Laughter broke out.

More obscenities were heard.

More people spat at him.

Qian Jin took out books from his bag, holding the red book in one hand and the anthology in the other: "You spit on this, this is a serious crime!"

"What era is it now and you're still doing this? It's so funny!" The young man with a crew cut couldn't help it and suddenly came up and kicked him.

Qian Jin saw a figure running towards him from the corner of his eye.

He quickly shouted, "How dare you! You dare to snatch and burn the leader's books! You are rebelling against heaven..."

The windproof lighter ignited with a hiss, and the two books caught fire.

The young man with a crew cut was shocked when he saw this.

Although the gang was disbanded last year, burning related books is still a very bad act with very serious consequences!
He was about to say something when a burly man came charging at him like a whirlwind, carrying a tape recorder. It was like Qiao Feng bringing a speaker to Juxianzhuang.

There was a burst of "crackling" sounds, and the bicycles were kicked over one after another, and the young people screamed in surprise!
Qian Jin immediately knocked out the flames of the two burning books and stuffed them back into his bag. He took the tape recorder and took two steps back. He used his back to push Wei Qinghuan and Tang Yuan against the gray brick wall, and continued to stand in front of them to protect them.

Zhang Aijun began his performance with his muscles flexed and his neck slightly tilted like a cheetah about to attack.

The young men were armed, and after being beaten, one of them immediately pulled out an iron chain from his waist and lashed it towards Zhang Aijun's face.

Zhang Aijun stretched out his hand, grabbed the chain, and threw his fist in the opposite direction, punching the gangster in the face. The dull sound of his fist hitting his cheekbone, mixed with the gangster's screams, pierced the night.

Three people fell down instantly.

"Fuck!" the crew-haired young man got so anxious that he pulled out a three-edged scraper.

The cold light just reflected Zhang Aijun's sinister smile.

Facing the stabbing scraper, he dodged and cut into the blind spot of the attack. He used the military grappling technique of grabbing the wrist and dislocating the joint with his left hand, accompanied by the crisp sound of bone cracking. He attacked with his right knee to the abdomen, making the knife holder curl up like a shrimp.

The other two men picked up bricks and rushed forward. Zhang Aijun stepped back to lure the enemy deeper into the alley. He used the wall of the alley to kick sideways in the air, and the two figures were knocked into the holly bushes like broken sacks.

The only young man still standing was stunned.

Qian Jin was not polite when he saw this.

You just scolded me, so I'll let you go.

You spit at me, and I'll let you go.

Do you dare to take action now?
If I don’t give you a good beating, you will think I’m a horse herder!
He came up from behind, kneed the man in the back, locked his throat with his arms, dragged him against the wall and banged his head against it.

This person is lucky.

If Qian Jin hadn't been afraid of offending the beauty, he would have wanted to give him a thousand-year killing blow with a stick.

The bicycles fell to the ground.

The young men also fell to the ground.

The young man with a crew cut was the worst off, rolling on the ground holding his wrists.

Wei Qinghuan was stunned, but soon calmed down from panic.

Forced calmness:

"Hurry up and leave. They don't recognize you. I will bite you to death..."

"Just tell the truth." Qian Jin interrupted her, "Don't worry, everything is under control."

"According to the plan, go and inform Cheng Hua to come find me." He shook his head at Zhang Aijun. Zhang Aijun took the tape recorder and the shoulder bag, grabbed a car and drove away.

The screams attracted passers-by on the road.

Someone hurriedly called the police.

Several security guards rushed over and took the whole group to the Songshan Road Security Station.

The director of the public security station, who had already gone home from get off work, hurried back to the unit.

The young man with a crew cut held his wrist and cried to him: "Godfather, my wrist is broken!"

The director's face was gloomy: "Shut up! I know everything!"

"Why haven't you handcuffed him yet?" He looked at Qian Jin sternly.

Wei Qinghuan stepped forward to block Qian Jin: "We are the victims..."

Qian Jin moved her behind him and said, "Leader, I am the captain of the Taishan Road Security Commando. I need to report to you about tonight's case!"

Upon hearing his identity, the director subconsciously sneered.

Qian Jin acted as if he didn't notice this reaction and told the whole story from beginning to end, especially emphasizing the fact that the young man burned the anthology with a lighter.

Several security guards in the office gasped.

The young people immediately retorted:
"He's talking nonsense!"

"This grandson is confusing right and wrong!"

"He molested women, he burned books..."

The director asked several people to speak in an orderly manner.

Naturally, the young people turned the tables and exaggerated the incident, putting all the blame on Qian Jin.

After hearing this, the director said, "Comrade, more people have proved that you are committing a crime."

"Handcuff him and notify his neighborhood committee and workplace; he must be dealt with seriously!"

Qian Jin did not resist.

Wei Qinghuan, however, displayed a toughness and sturdiness that was inconsistent with her charming appearance.

She didn't just sit back and watch the fire, but instead picked up the child and stood in front of him, yelling:

"Why are you arresting my boyfriend?!"

"How many times have I been harassed by these hooligans this year? How many times have I called the police? Have you ever done anything?"

She looked at a security guard, her eyebrows raised and her tone fierce:
"Comrade Yao, you've received me at least five times, right? You know I'm not talking nonsense, right?"

The security guard who was questioned by her moved his Adam's apple, lowered his head and said nothing.

The female teacher stuffed the dumplings into Qian Jin's pockets, rolled up her sleeves, and quickly put her hair into a shiny black bun. She raised her head and started to talk with all her might:

"I was forced into a situation where I had no other choice but to find a partner, hoping someone could protect me."

"And now you're trying to arrest my target without knowing right or wrong? Are you still the people's defenders..."

There was the sound of bicycles being propped up outside, and Cheng Hua quickly walked in: "Comrade, our street—oh, are they all here?"

Chengnan District is a very small place, and the security guards on each street know everyone.

Cheng Hua respectfully shook hands with the director of the Songshan Road Security Station and turned around to wink at Qian Jin.

When Qian Jin saw his men approaching, he said, "Leader, don't rush to arrest me. I have physical evidence!"

"How about we listen to the evidence first and then make your decision?"

He took out a tape from his bag: "Do you have a tape recorder?"

Tape recorders were rare those days and were not as ubiquitous as radios.

But it has only been three or two years since its outbreak, and now it has appeared sporadically in some government agencies and wealthy families.

For example, Qian Jin and Zhang Aijun carried out a Red Lantern brand cassette recorder from the Taishan Road Neighborhood Committee.

The young people were fashionable and recognized the tape at a glance but were then confused.

The tape recorder in the Songshan Road Security Station was moved out.

The tape spins.

A voice from inside rang out:

"Who are you?"

"Pretty cool, what's the story behind it?"

The young men who thought they had successfully turned the tables were stunned. They heard each other's voices and the smugness on their faces disappeared.

The director frowned: "When was this sound recorded?"

Qian Jin said, "Just now, by chance, a comrade had a tape recorder with him. He saw us arguing and started recording it. Please continue listening."

The sound continued:

Until Qian Jin roared: "How dare you! You dare to snatch and burn the leader's books..."

The director slammed the switch and quickly took the tape recorder and the tape away!
Cheng Hua was rubbing his hands in anticipation: "This is a big case!"

(End of this chapter)