254  Please confess

The rickshaws parked outside the square lined up in a chain to lock the square, because everyone in the square was shouting at Zheng Abao. Instead, the rickshaw guy who was standing on the outermost side to look at the car was the first to find Zhang Qijie. He looked at Zhang Qijie's back and walked towards the square. Every time he took a step, the more people he saw, the crowds who were facing the street turned around to look for him, just like a magic stick. When he clicked it, the people would suddenly turn around and look at him.

But it was not as the rickshaw drivers thought. When the crowd saw Zhang Qijie who was late, they did not pounce on him. On the contrary, people shouted with fear and anxiety and turned to look for him. However, when they saw him, their expressions instantly turned into surprise and shock, so that, let alone surrounding him, the crowd opened their mouths and sweating, staring at Zhang Qijie silently retreated, giving him a way out.

Because today's Zhang Qijie's face is really beyond the imagination of any Longchuan people.

Seeing that face, if someone hadn't been shouting "Zhang Qijie is here", he was prepared, if he met him in person, you wouldn't even dare to recognize that this was Zhang Qijie. This is the richest man in Longchuan? This is the local richest man who knows the best in Western learning? This is the business leader in the legend who pulled the county magistrate and mayor down?

Zhang Qi's face was already a bit inhuman: his eyes were red and swollen like peaches, and his eyelids pressed his eyeballs into the cracks that could not be opened; his forehead was full of mud, and his face was covered with mud, just like a boy crying and rolling on the ground, tears and soil turned into mud, and this shows that the old man must have never washed his face today; his mouth was getting angry and he was full of white skin, like the old skin that the snake had taken off; he wore the hat tilted, and he made three points

The hair on one of the heads was terrible and like a weed, and the shirt on the suit was dirty, and the button was wrongly buttoned. The Fengji button on the top was in the second row of buttonholes, so that the suit was slim like a squid on the left collar, showing the yellow sweat stains and black dirt flags on it to the viewer; the kids were covered with mud, and the black ones were already soiled, and the ones that Zhang Qi kids would be seen as dust if they were accidentally taken.

This is not the Zhang Qijie who is familiar to the people of Longchuan.

The Zhang Qijie was glorious, as confident and domineering as Lingyun Eagle; and the Zhang Qijie who appeared at this moment was stunned even the old man who had watched him grow up since childhood, and had never seen this man as angry as a mangy dog.

Everyone stopped and dazed to confirm that this person was really Zhang Qijie? After an incredible confirmation, seeing him in such a way, he couldn't ask anything and could not say anything. He retreated at the same time, and dodged a silent path for Zhang Qijie who had been moving slowly.

The square became quiet, and the crowd changed from boiling huge to silent black sea. As if the Red Sea was separated, a passage appeared, connecting the seat row directly from Zhang Qijie's feet. There, the officials, Fang Bingsheng and others subconsciously stood up and looked at the late protagonist who was staggering over.

Zheng Abao on the stage leaned against a pillar, took the cigar thrown by his subordinates, turned the cigar a few times in his fingers, stuffed it into his mouth, and scratched the matches, covered the flames with both hands, lowered his head to light the cigar, and sniffed a deep breath. After spitting out a mouthful of smoke, he turned his head and looked down at Zhang Qijie. He was as leisurely as a tiger with fullness and hiccups saw another antelope but did not intend to take action. He looked down on the world and was disdainful and indifferent.

And beside him, Pan Jinxing, who was standing in the middle of the edge of the platform, saw Zhang Qijie coming, and was already trembling all over when he saw Zhang Qijie coming. He stared at Zhang Qijie tightly and kept watching him walk into the chair row under the stage. He seemed to remember something, and shouted at Wang Yu's family under the stage: "Brother Wang, Mr. Zhang is here, he is here, he is here."

Wang Yu's family waved to Pan Jinxing on the stage, indicating that they knew, and then turned around and looked at the dead Zhang Qijie shakingly over with some worries.

Seeing the moment he walked to the seat row, Zhang Qijie staggered and almost tripped himself. He stretched out his hand to support the back of the bench. This action made the people around him who were watching suddenly exclaim. Wang Yu's family followed this action in the chair row and subconsciously took a big step forward, stretching out their hands suddenly, as if the two were not ten meters apart, but just a little while away. He could help Zhang Qijie, "Qijie, are you okay?" Wang Yu's family roared.

Zhang Qijie stood upright on the back of the chair, looked at Wang Yu's family expressionlessly, waved his hand, then turned around and walked towards the high platform.

Everyone blocked his way out in a hurry. Even in the seat row, all the people who were sitting stood up and watched him reach the side of the platform crookedly, climbing up the wooden ladder, and the whole audience was silent.

Seeing him coming up from the south side, Zheng Abao leaning against the north pillar without saying a word, he was just looking at the former general like a stray dog ​​with a cigar. Pan Jinxing, not far away in front of him, was extremely nervous, his eyes wide open like a rat caught by a mouse, looking all black. He stared at Zhang Qijie's every move, without blinking his eyelids, and his body was trembling.

Are you getting compensation? Nothing happens, right?

Zhang Qijie walked onto the stage, his leather shoes stepped on the wooden planks, making two pounding sounds like a drum beat. Of course, the stage would not shake, but his body shook twice in dizziness, as if there was a floating boat under his feet.

"Mr. Zhang, my money?" Pan Jinxing wanted to go up and grab him tightly, so that he would not let him run away again, but he hesitated in front of so many people, so he could only stand in the local area and tremble and scream in a tentative voice.

After Zhang Qijie came on stage, Xi Xiangdao and Ou Xingsun behind wanted to go up and help him, but Zhang Qijie waved his hand and refused. He walked to the side of the platform, but passed Pan Jinxing first to look at Master Bao first. The other party curled his lips and expressed his indifference and disdain, and then turned his face to stop looking at him.

Seeing Zheng Abao's appearance, Zhang Qijie lowered his head and sighed, then raised his head to look at Pan Jinxing.

"Mr. Zhang, my money?" Pan Jinxing immediately stepped forward and asked Zhang Qijie with a bowed heart.

In the eyes of the people in the audience, it seemed as if Pan Jinxing was about to kneel down at Zhang Qijie.

"Mr. Pan, I'll give it to you. I'm here for this purpose." Zhang Qijie looked at Pan Jinxing and said with difficulty.

"Ha" I guess I didn't run away when I said this on a stage like this? Pan Jinxing was stunned for a moment, and actually jumped up on the spot, danced with his hands and feet. Then he rushed to the side of the stage, stole a horse, stretched out half of his body, pointed at Zhang Qijie at Wang Yu's family and shouted: "Brother Wang, Mr. Zhang, will give it to me."

Wang Yu's family smiled and nodded to the two of them, and even gave Zhang Qijie a thumbs up.

Zheng Abao next to him could hear it clearly, and immediately changed from leaning on the pillar to facing everyone, pointing at Zhang Qijie with a cigar in his finger, shouting to everyone: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang Qijie, for asking for compensation from Mr. Pan Jinxing."

After saying that, he held the cigar in his mouth and clapped with both hands that were putting on the wrong side.

The people in the audience were already shocked: This means that Zhang Qijie admitted in person that everything Zheng Abao said just now. Although he had known it for a long time, when he saw Zhang Qijie admitting in person, he was still so shocked that his tongue could not be retracted. No one was applauding with Zheng Abao.

Zheng Abao doesn't care. He clapped alone, looked at Zhang Qijie with his eyes squinted, and said in his stomach: "Good boy, you know your appearance, I didn't give me any more luàn. Now this matter has finally been completely cut off by me."

Pan Jinxing was already impatient and ran over to grab Zhang Qijie's arm and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, what are you going to do? Sign with me now? Sorry, I'm really... for this matter... for this matter, I'm going to die. While so many adults are here, sign the contract? Have you brought the seal?"

Looking at Pan Jinxing's anxious face, Zhang Qijie nodded vigorously, patted his shoulder, and said, "Okay. But can Mr. Pan allow me to say a few words to everyone?"

Pan Jinxing was stunned for a moment, immediately let go of Zhang Qijie's hand, pushed it away, pointed at the crowd and said, "Then please, please, please, please, please."

Zhang Qijie nodded and walked quickly to the platform. The tip of his leather shoes was only a few centimeters away from the edge. He squinted his eyes on the two-meter-high platform and shook his body back and forth a few times, as if a person was standing on the edge of a cliff and was swaying by the wind. A scream came from the audience. Pan Jinxing rushed forward with a spirit all over his body, shouting in his stomach: "Oh, this person doesn't want to jump down and commit suicide, right?"

But I thought that the platform was only more than two meters high and was still soiled below, and no matter how hard it jumped, it would not kill anyone. When it touched the tip of Zhang Qijie's braid, Pan Jinxing barely stopped there, without pulling the other person's braid.

At this moment, Zhang Qijie stood firm, raised his chestnuts, and looked at everyone with peach-like eyes, which made everyone who thought he was going to jump down breathe a sigh of relief. Pan Jinxing also stopped behind him with a nervous heart, so scared that his eyes did not dare to leave Zhang Qijie's braid for a moment.

At this time, Zhang Qijie pursed his lips. It took him a long time to feel as if he had enough courage and shouted at the crowd: "Friends, I...I...I..."

He replied hoarsely with a crying voice over the quiet crowd, and he still stuttered and couldn't speak. With that look, he looked like a thief who was beaten up and wanted to complain. Although he suffered a great loss, he was not upright.

Zhang Qi held his mouth, pursed his lips, closed his eyes and inhaled. For five or six seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, and seemed to be finally trying to make a sacrifice. He clenched his fist and raised it over his head and shouted:

"Yes, I am just a gambler and cheated Mr. Pan Jinxing's money... Yes, it's the Mr. Pan on the stage... Yes, it's not a few thousand US dollars, but 90,000 US dollars... Yes, I made a fortune with Mr. Pan Jinxing's money... Yes, I bribed Huang Laopi and changed his confession, deceived Lord ** and everyone."

Although they heard it again, everyone still exclaimed. The locals in the audience were stunned with the reporters who had time here. They were so familiar with the Zhang Qijie from the past that even if Zhang Qijie had personally admitted the facts, they were still shocked. Many outsiders who had just arrived for the railway had only seen Zhang Qijie in newspapers countless times. At this moment, the first time I saw a real person, no one expected it to be like this. It was completely different from the "spirited local entrepreneur" (pro-liberal newspaper) or "violent liar" (pro-Democratic newspaper) described in the newspaper. They turned around and asked, "Is this Zhang Qijie? That Zhang Qijie? It is really that Zhang Qijie?"

Wang Yu's family in the audience sat down instead, and even gave up Erlangtui. Zhang Qijie admitted it in public, so the matter was over.

Xi Xiangdao on the stage looked at Zhang Qijie's back and nodded vigorously, expressing praise; Zheng Abao felt extremely comfortable and sniffed his eyes with full enjoyment. He had no worries anymore. Zhang Qijie blamed all the bad reputation and he was completely relieved. Pan Jinxing behind him was so happy that he scratched his head: this person finally admitted everything in public, so now he also remembered to be polite, and said repeatedly: "Oh, Mr. Zhang... Sorry... You don't have to say that what Mr. Bao said is true... Oh, I'm sorry."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qijie heard the voice of Pan Jinxing behind him, turned around and grabbed Pan Jinxing's arm, dragged Pan Jinxing, who was shocked, to his side and stood side by side with him in a row.

Then he continued to shout at everyone: "I am also an elder of the local Presbyterian Church. Everyone chose it. Everyone thought I was a devout Christian. But I want to tell everyone the truth: I am not Zhang Qijie. I committed a great sin. For my reputation, money, and official position, I sold my soul to the devil. I openly lied. I avoided Pan Jinxing, just like the most despicable debtor avoided the creditor. I wanted to pay the debt. I really wanted to pay the debt. I said to myself: I won his money by gambling, why should I pay him back? Besides, time has passed so long, why should I pay back the money? He is still a Qing Dynasty native, without any roots. Isn't I causing trouble for him? This is what I really thought at that time? Listen to me, am I a despicable villain?"

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, why do you say that to yourself? You don't need to do this, I forgive you..." Pan Jinxing was pulled by him. When he heard him say this, he was shocked and quickly persuaded him in a low voice.

But Zhang Qijie ignored him. He was completely controlled by love. His face turned red as if he had a fever. The invisible plug that had just stuffed his heart was broken. It was out of control. The words in his heart were endless: "Friends, when it comes to treating Mr. Pan Jinxing, I am not only despicable, but also evil. I even want to kidnap him and murder him. The elders of Wang Yu's family tried their best to stop me. They kidnap Pan Jinxing and let him report me directly in the church. In this way, I did not succeed. But I have been possessed by Satan. No, this is wrong. I was originally evil. I failed and I failed. I was bribed Huang Laopi and even wanted to silence Huang Laopi..."

After listening to the words, the whole square was silent. If the chin was porcelain, then it should be broken all over the ground now; if the eyeballs were glass, the understairs should be banging the water-like glass beads hit the platform;

Everyone on the stage was also shocked: Master Bao's cigar fell off his hand and fell on the floor. Xi Xiangdao and Ou Xingsun stretched their necks forward, wondering if they had heard it wrong. Pan Jinxing next to him was even more nervous than Zhang Qijie, as if he had just admitted that it was not Zhang Qijie who had the intention to kill, but himself. He stared at him and shouted: "How can you say that? Are you having a fever? Are you confused?"

There was also a burst of exclamation in the seat below the stage. Lin Liuming reacted first, leaning on Fang Bingsheng's chest, pressing him on the chair, and crossing his body over Fang Bingsheng, shouting at the official who was dumbfounded by the back of the chair in front: "Sir, that boy admits that he wants to kill someone, is it a motive crime?"

"Motivational crime?" The official Mí asked in a daze, looking scared by Zhang Qijie and could not think.

Lin Liuming made a move to pull the trigger and shouted: "As long as you use a gun to pick the trigger at someone, no matter whether you hit it or not, you may be hanged. The motive for killing someone. Do you want to catch him, sir?"

**guan was stunned for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Zhang Qijie didn't have a gun in his hand, nor did he kill Huang Laopi and Pan Jinxing. He just thought about it. Only when Jesus was guilty of this motive, he could judge him. I... was so bad..."

At this time, everyone looked at Zhang Qijie on the stage and stretched out his back to wipe his eyes. He probably cried again. Then he pointed to the Wang Yu family in the stage and said with sobs: "Thanks to God who sent me the brothers of the Wang Yu family. He used his piousness, loyalty and love for me to stop me from committing sin. If I hadn't had good brothers like the Wang Yu family, I wouldn't have stood here to talk to everyone now. I would definitely sit on the train to the capital, handcuffed my wrists on the seats, and I would be thrown into the death row prisoner when I got off the train; and after my death, I would die forever in the fire lake... Thank God, thank God, the brothers of the Wang Yu family, thanks to Dr. Li, brother Xi Xiangdao, brother Fan Linhui, Hallelujah, thank God, you didn't let me go to hell. You love me, you really love me Hallelujah...."

As he said that, Zhang Qijie actually started crying. Pan Jinxing next to him was pulling and pulling. I don’t know what to do. Wang Yu’s family in the audience stood up and clenched his fists at Zhang Qijie and shouted: “Brother, you have repented about the old things and have become a newcomer. Don’t be sad, be happy.”

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, don't cry, so many people are watching you." Pan Jinxing quickly followed Wang Yu's family to persuade him.

Zhang Qijie finally stopped crying with a spasm in his throat. He turned around and stood face to face with Pan Jinxing, took off his top hat to the at a loss, bowed at a standard 90-degree western yelling, and shouted: "Mr. Pan, thank you, forgive me."

Wang Yu's family applauded and cheered loudly, but no one followed him. Everyone glanced at the madman like a monster, and continued to watch the terrible plot in the stands with a breath.

Sure enough, Zhang Qijie's subsequent words did not disappoint everyone, but once again broke the chin and eyeballs in the square. He straightened up and said to the audience: "I don't plan to give Mr. Pan a compensation of 90,000 US dollars."

"What did you say about you..." Pan Jinxing, who was still at a loss just now, immediately changed his expression two seconds after hearing this. He jumped up on the spot, clenched his hands into fists, and roared with grin.

Zhang Qijie looked up at him, stood up straight and said loudly, "Mr. Pan, I want to give you 400,000."
Chapter completed!