Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 151 of 214
But Yang Ce dealt with a thousand matters a day and simply would not retain any impression of walk-on types; there was no need to remember them. Because a walk-on was, after all, a walk-on—not even qualified to become a supporting character.
The drunk man was still rambling on when another drunken man climbed out of the Santana, shouting loudly, "What the hell's going on? You hit the car and won't pay up—do you not want to keep living?"
Yang Ce simply stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Against military thugs, Yang Ce really was somewhat helpless. Beat them up? Not worth the trouble it would stir up.
Wu Yunsheng worked with remarkable efficiency—especially with Yang Xin supervising at his side, he dared not be the least bit careless. Less than ten minutes after Yang Juehuan put down the phone, two 4500s bearing the "Inspection" insignia came speeding over.
The car door opened, and a young man glanced this way before quickly striding over to Yang Ce. "Are you Mr. Yang?"
"Yes." Yang Yuting nodded.
"Hello, Mr. Yang. Leave this place to me." Clearly the young man had already received Wu Yunsheng's instructions.
"Which unit are you from? Show me your NCO card." The young man walked over to the drunk man, saluted, and said.
"I—I'm from the Songjiang xx Flight Regiment," the drunk man said, trembling. He had not expected Yang Ce to summon two military inspection vehicles, and most of his drunkenness evaporated at once.
"Your papers?" the young man asked.
"F—forgot to bring them," the drunk man stammered. Where would he have gotten an NCO card? The plate had been procured for him by a colleague at the repair shop, who said hanging it on the car would make him look tough and that ordinary traffic police wouldn't bother him. Who would have thought that Yang Yongjin's call to the police would instead bring the inspectors?
"Name and rank?" the young man continued.
"I—I—" The drunk man opened his mouth but could not speak.
"Platoon leader, it's a fake plate," another soldier who had come with the young man said after carefully examining the plate on the Santana 2000.
"What's your name? Show me your ID card!" Hearing it confirmed as a fake plate, the young man's anger flared. In recent years, city residents had repeatedly complained that military vehicles drove in disregard of regulations—but how were they to know that most of those recklessly speeding military vehicles bore fake or cloned plates? When real military vehicles violated rules and were caught by inspectors, the punishment was quite severe.
"Li—Li Mingyue," the drunk man said cautiously, his drunkenness now completely gone from fright. "The car isn't mine—someone else left it at my repair shop."
"Whoever it belongs to, tow it away first. And you're coming back with me to face punishment," the young man said sternly.
Li Mingyue—Yang Puqi slapped his thigh. He had finally remembered who this guy was. Wasn't this the fellow who had kidnapped Yang Li? And the ten million he had told him to prepare seemed not to have been handed over yet.
"Li Mingyue, take a good look—who am I?" Yang Minlan shouted at Li Mingyue.
"You—you're—" Li Mingyue froze, then suddenly a look of terror spread across his face. "You're Yang—Yang Ce!"
"That's right. Where's my ten million?" Yang Yanchuan said.
"I—I—" Li Mingyue, now under another's roof and forced to bow his head, had no choice but to say, "I haven't scraped it together yet."
"Forget it. I don't lack that bit of money anyway." Yang Ce waved his hand at the young man. "Punish him however the regulations require."
And so, exactly as Li Mingyue himself had said, he vanished—man and car together.
Though a patch of paint had been scraped off Yang Juehuan's BMW, it was no big problem. He would find Bao Lin later and have him take care of it.
Just as he was about to get in the car, Yang Xin's call came through again.
"Hello, sis. Thank you—the matter's been handled," Yang Ce said as he answered, expressing his thanks.