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Volume 1 Black Silk Goddess Chapter 72: Seventeen-Year-Old Angel

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    The car drove to the door of Sister Rong's hair washing room. The door of the hair washing room was locked. There were two seals on it. I got out of the car and saw that it was the seal from the police station. I knew that something happened to Sister Rong and the others again. I  He couldn't help but glance at Zhang Ling and sighed helplessly.  But Zhang Ling looked at the seal and said, "Where are they?" I glared at her and said, "Okay, go and save people." I drove to the police station and found Director Wang, whom I had met last night. Director Wang  He met me, but he was much colder. He said that Sister Rong was suspected of condoning prostitution and organizing prostitution. She had violated the penalty and was about to enter the judicial process.  I know that the matter is serious. Wang Yingli's care last night did not suppress the matter. Instead, it attracted the attention of the people above.  Zhang Ling listened to the words of the director and said angrily: "They are good people." The director looked at Zhang Ling and said: "I am a good person too." Yes, these people are all Hao Ren, but I am the only one  Not Hao Ren.  I pulled Zhang Ling out of the director's office and said to Zhang Ling: "Okay." Zhang Ling said angrily: "Then what should I do? It's because of me that they" As she said this, Zhang Ling was ready to wipe her tears.  I said: "Don't cry. If you want to save them, just call your dad and explain the matter clearly. You will definitely be able to save them." Zhang Ling was overjoyed when she heard what I said and quickly took out her cell phone.  .  Zhang Ling told Zhang Qingshi the current situation. After hearing this, Zhang Qingshi smiled and agreed to help his daughter fish out these missing women.  She also told her daughter to be careful when coming into contact with a woman who had lost her footing, and Zhang Ling agreed.  Zhang Qingshi then hung up the phone. Zhang Ling raised her head and looked at me and asked, "Can it be that simple?" I said, "As long as your father says so, it's that simple." Zhang Ling squatted on the side of the road in distress.  He sighed and said: "I originally thought that doing charity would be a good thing, and it only required donations from my parents. I didn't expect that I didn't get off the ground before I started, and I had to ask my family. Am I stupid?" I think.  Zhang Ling, who was blaming herself, couldn't help but feel like laughing.  But after thinking about it, what qualifications do I have to laugh at others?  She is a wealthy and beautiful woman who wants to do charity and can do it whenever she wants. For this, she will definitely have to ask her parents for money.  Compared with those Bai Fumei who only know how to drive sports cars, isn't she much better?  Although some of her ideas were naive, such as taking the report to some social security center, wasn't she correcting her mistakes?  I pulled Zhang Ling up, looked into her eyes and said, "It's not you that's wrong, it's this era." Zhang Ling seemed to understand, but she was no longer distressed.  We didn¡¯t eat either morning, and it was already two o¡¯clock in the afternoon. I looked at it and took Zhang Ling to the dumpling restaurant across the road to eat dumplings.  The food prepared by small restaurants in the suburbs is definitely not as exquisite as those famous restaurants in the city, but most of the people living here are migrant workers, and the only advantage of the food is that it is large in quantity.  Zhang Ling has a small appetite. After eating a large bowl of dumplings for 17 or 18 years, she couldn't eat anymore, so she left all the rest to me.  I happened to be busy for such a long time and was already hungry, so I helped her solve it.  About two hours later, Sister Rong and the others were sent out again, by Director Wang himself.  Seeing Sister Rong coming out, I quickly walked up with Zhang Ling.  Director Wang saw me and immediately came over to show his courtesy. I couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Who did Zhang Qingshi ask to call Director Wang? He was so polite to people like Sister Rong?  I pulled Director Wang aside, took out a cigarette and gave it to him, and said, "Director Wang, who called you?" After hearing my question, Director Wang couldn't help but said:  "Brother, didn't you contact me?" I pointed at Zhang Ling and said, "She contacted me." Wang Suo was a little embarrassed. Zhang Ling just said that he was not a good person.  Director Wang wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Oh, it was the call from the municipal party committee secretary. He will take care of it personally." "What about last night?" "It was the municipal bureau secretary." I smacked my mouth and said  After taking a breath of air, Wang Yingli and Zhang Qingshi were indeed not on the same level.  Sure enough, Zhang Qingshi is scary enough.  I gave the remaining half pack of cigarettes to Wang Suo and asked him to take more care of Sister Rong's shampoo room. Wang Suo quickly agreed.  So I went over to see Sister Rong and the others. The three stumbled women were sent out by a director. They all looked a little dazed, but the haze of being locked up for a night was all gone, and they all had playful smiles on their faces.  Only Ma Qingyu looked a little depressed after being locked up for a whole night.  Zhang Ling looked at them tremblingly, not daring to talk to them. After thinking for a long time, she bowed to them and said sorry.  ThreeThe women who had stumbled were stunned for a moment. Then I went over to explain Zhang Ling's mistake and told them that Zhang Ling was willing to help them.  Sister Rong's eyes lit up and she said that since everything was fine, let's go to her shampoo room.  Hearing what Sister Rong said, Zhang Ling was a little happy. She was curious about the shampoo room, and as the president of a charity organization, she had to help women who had lost their feet, so she couldn't know everything.  I would be too useless to do that, but Zhang Ling is a practical leader.  After arriving at Sister Rong's hair washing room, Zhang Ling asked A Hong and the others about their real situation, but Sister Rong pulled me aside. I asked about what happened last night. Sister Rong said that after I left last night,  Early in the morning, when they were sleeping soundly, a group of people broke down the door, and they were arrested again.  I¡¯m a little scared. It seems that my report really touched some people¡¯s nerves.  Sister Rong glanced at Ma Qingyu who was sitting in front of Zhang Ling and looked a little uneasy, then pulled me back and said to me: "Brother, to tell you the truth, if you have spare money, you can buy  Qingyu's body." I was a little surprised and quickly said, "No, we will donate to Qingyu so that she can go back to school. Don't worry." But Sister Rong sighed and said, "She is at home.  Even if you give money, Qingyu may not be able to take it. You have never been in contact with Qingyu. She is a strong Nier and has a very high self-esteem. Now Zhang Lingyi.  Come on, let her accept your donation. It¡¯s not very likely.¡± I couldn¡¯t help but be stunned. Sister Rong was right. Sometimes people who seem to be very poor are unwilling to eat this easy food, but let me take it.  I definitely can't do it with Qingyu's body.  That would be too animalistic for me. I am not such an animalistic person. After all, she is only seventeen years old, not yet eighteen years old.  The most important thing is that when I looked at her sitting there, I thought of Ma Xiaodan who once sat in front of me.  Same age, different misfortunes.  Ma Xiaodan has fallen, what about Ma Qingyu?
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