Chapter 47

Flower Delight's cunning plan didn't work well, because Sister Mei's landlord was not in town; he had gone abroad with his son to enjoy a better life. The lease was signed for a whole year, and there were still six months left. Even if they wanted to evict her, they couldn't.

Plan A failed, so Flower Delight came up with Plan B. She called Meng Xiangguo, the head of Huohuo Police Station, and asked him to crack down on the prostitutes on Iron Slag Street, hoping to send them to labor camps to vent her anger.

For Chief Meng, this was a piece of cake. The women in the massage parlors were like meat on a chopping board, and it was just a matter of a word to deal with them. Of course, nowadays everything needed evidence, and Flower Delight had to set up a trap to help.

They quickly agreed over the phone. In a few days, they would send some people to the massage parlor to "consume" services, and then the police would raid the place, gather evidence, and charge Sister Mei with harboring prostitution. Not just a labor camp, but a heavy sentence!

To keep Sister Mei and the others off guard, Flower Delight instructed Leopard to lay low for a few days and not make any moves.

Dark clouds gradually gathered over Iron Slag Street, but Sister Mei and the others, after being tense for two days without any further retaliation, gradually relaxed their guard.

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In the past few days, Song Shuang had been planning how to compensate Liu Handong. She and Zhu Pengpeng were both pampered children of high-ranking officials, and they had no idea where to buy a three-wheeled motorcycle like Liu Handong's. However, Pengpeng had a way; her father was the chief of the traffic police, and he could definitely help.

When Zhu Huabiao heard that the daughter of Director Song wanted to buy a motorcycle, he immediately found an expert to advise her. This person was Lu Shipeng, the captain of the motorcycle escort team of the traffic police, who had been riding motorcycles for over a decade and was an absolute expert.

Upon receiving the order from the chief, Lu Shipeng rushed to the chief's office. Helping the chief's family with private matters was a rare and highly desirable task, more exciting than a raise.

The chief gave a brief instruction, and Lu Shipeng, with great enthusiasm, took the two female college students to look at motorcycles, focusing mainly on serving Miss Zhu Pengpeng and answering a few questions from Song Shuang.

"Officer Lu, this is Song Shuang, Director Song is her father," Pengpeng said, sensing that Lu Shipeng was slightly neglecting Song Shuang.

Lu Shipeng's heart skipped a beat. He realized this was a highly political task, and he couldn't afford to offend either of these young ladies.

Song Shuang didn't mind much. She was preoccupied with how to compensate Liu Handong, and she hadn't slept well for days, losing several pounds. Pengpeng, on the other hand, was carefree, eating and drinking as usual.

Lu Shipeng asked, "What kind of motorcycle do you want to buy? What will it be used for? Who will ride it? The more details you provide, the better I can help you."

Song Shuang replied, "We want a good motorcycle, a men's model, with three wheels and a compartment."

Lu Shipeng was stumped. A men's model and a good one, probably for a boyfriend, which wasn't hard to find. There were plenty of imported luxury motorcycles, costing over 100,000 yuan. But a three-wheeled one with a compartment was rare. Could it be the latest high-end model from BMW?

"BMW has a three-wheeled model with a closed compartment, but it's very expensive and not sold in Jiangdong Province. You'd have to go to Hong Kong to buy it," Lu Shipeng explained.

"That's not so high-end. It's the kind you see on the street," Song Shuang gestured, patiently explaining. According to her, it was a regular three-wheeled motorcycle, not a sidecar.

Lu Shipeng was even more confused. There were no such high-end motorcycles on the street. He said helplessly, "I'm really sorry, but I haven't seen such a motorcycle. Why don't we search online?"

Pengpeng was anxious, "It's the kind of three-wheeled motorcycle used for passenger transport."

Lu Shipeng almost spat out a mouthful of blood. The daughter of the provincial police chief wanted to buy a three-wheeled motorcycle for passenger transport? Who would believe that? It must be a misunderstanding.

Pengpeng continued, "A few days ago, a friend's three-wheeled motorcycle was destroyed by the traffic police. It's our fault, so we want to compensate him with a new one."

Lu Shipeng finally understood, "I see. There are passenger three-wheeled motorcycles available for less than 10,000 yuan, but the traffic police are cracking down on illegal operations. If you buy one for him, he won't be able to use it."

Pengpeng and Song Shuang exchanged glances, "That's right. If he can't use it, it would be a waste."

Song Shuang quickly decided, "Then we'll compensate him with a good motorcycle."

Lu Shipeng asked, "What brand, what displacement, and what style? Road racing, off-road, or a large scooter?"

Song Shuang shook her head, "I don't know."

Lu Shipeng sighed, "Then tell me the price range and any requirements."

Song Shuang thought for a moment, "Within 30,000 yuan. That's all I have. He's 1.8 meters tall, has a dark complexion, loves to wear jeans and motorcycle boots, and is very cool. The motorcycle should match his style."

Lu Shipeng scratched his head. This was a tough task, but not impossible.

"There's a model that might fit, the Jialing JH600, the largest and most expensive motorcycle in China. It has a powerful and aggressive design, suitable for your friend."

Song Shuang immediately took out her iPad, searched for the Jialing 600, and looked at some pictures. After discussing with Pengpeng, they decided to buy it.

Jiangdong City was a motorcycle-free zone, and motorcycle dealerships were located in the suburbs, mainly selling to farmers. At the Jialing dealership, there was only one JH600 military green motorcycle as a showcase, priced at 49,800 yuan.

Song Shuang was taken aback, saying she didn't have that much money. Pengpeng asked the manager if he could lower the price, but the manager smiled and shook his head, clearly not interested in selling.

Lu Shipeng smirked, took out his phone, and started making calls. He was on a mission, and the entire traffic police system's resources were at his disposal.

Within ten minutes, the manager's phone rang. His expression changed dramatically, and he quickly became obsequious, offering to sell the motorcycle for 19,800 yuan, including 500 yuan worth of fuel, tools, spare parts, and a helmet, and even providing a license plate for the county.

Lu Shipeng smiled, "The manager doesn't need to worry about the license plate. We'll get a city license plate."

The manager was stunned. Although Jiangdong City banned new motorcycle licenses, the total number of motorcycles didn't increase. This customer was clearly very influential.

Lu Shipeng chuckled to himself. Would he go around telling everyone that these two young ladies were the daughter of a provincial director and the daughter of a traffic police chief?

Song Shuang took out her bank card and paid on the spot, buying the showcase motorcycle.

The two girls couldn't ride such a motorcycle, so they asked Lu Shipeng to drive it to the vehicle management office to get the license plate. They didn't need to worry about anything else. Lu Shipeng handled all the procedures, including the purchase tax, new license plate, registration, and city禁区通行证, all in one afternoon. Most of the time was spent chatting and smoking at the vehicle management office, with the actual work done by subordinates.

The motorcycle was bought, but how to deliver it to Liu Handong was a big problem. Song Shuang didn't know where Liu Handong lived, and he didn't respond to her WeChat messages. Remembering that Wang Xing had arranged for Liu Handong to work at Qingshi High-Tech, Song Shuang and Pengpeng drove a mini Cooper to Qingshi High-Tech with a small truck carrying the motorcycle.

However, they couldn't even enter the gate. The security guard said that Liu Handong had indeed worked there but had been fired. They couldn't provide any information about his current whereabouts.

"What do we do now? We can't find him," Pengpeng said, spreading her hands.

"There's a way," Song Shuang took out her phone and messaged Wang Xing, asking for Liu Handong's address.

Wang Xing quickly replied, saying Liu Handong was in Huohuo Village on the southeastern outskirts of the city.

"Let's go to Iron Slag Street," Song Shuang said, determined.

Suddenly, Pengpeng's phone rang. It was a call from the student council.

"Shuangshuang, the student council wants us to attend the closing ceremony of the International College Debate. We can't skip it," Pengpeng said after hanging up.

"Alright, let's go to the debate first, then to Iron Slag Street."

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Sister Mei's 10-yuan leisure massage parlor had been closed for two days. Seeing no further trouble, she quietly reopened it. Just half an hour after opening the roller shutter, customers arrived—four unfamiliar faces, dressed like country bumpkins, fitting the profile of the parlor's clientele.

"How much for a full back massage?" one of them asked, clearly familiar with the business.

"200 yuan," Xiao Ya flicked her cigarette ash and gave a seductive look.

"Four of us, can we get a discount?"

"Sir, the policy doesn't allow it. Next time, I'll give you an 80% discount, okay?"

The men pushed their way in, making a racket, with their phones' cameras on. Sister Mei came out, flirtatiously leading one of the men into her room. Xiao Yan, who was playing with a toy car, quickly opened the cabinet door, crawled inside, and closed it, trapping herself in the darkness.

There were four men, and the parlor only had three girls. Huanxi didn't do that kind of business, so Sister Mei signaled to Nana, who quickly ran to a nearby salon to get Xiaoli to help.

Xiaoli hurried over, and Nana looked around, then pulled down the roller shutter to avoid any interruptions.

Across the street, in a civilian van, a plainclothes man picked up a walkie-talkie, "All teams, get ready."

Sister Mei led a man into her bedroom, lifted her skirt, and without any underwear, washed herself in a basin and lay on the bed, spreading her legs, "Sir, let's go."

The man unbuttoned his belt, the keys jingling, and just as he climbed onto the bed, there was a loud knocking at the door. The back door was kicked open, and a group of riot police in helmets and camouflage uniforms with rubber batons rushed in, kicking open all the doors and apprehending the customers and the girls.

Sister Mei didn't have time to pull down her skirt and was pinned to the bed by the man. A group of police rushed in, taking photos, and collected the used condoms as evidence. They dragged Sister Mei off the bed, handcuffed her, and led her away.

As she was led out, Sister Mei glanced back at the cabinet, afraid that Xiao Yan would cry out.

Xiao Yan crouched in the dark cabinet, silent.

In the other rooms, everyone was dragged out. The police were shouting orders, and Huanxi, who was cooking in the kitchen, was suddenly dragged out by her hair, "There's another one here!"

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