Chapter 264 Whose method is better?
Since ancient times, the Chinese people have been full of fantasies and praises about the profession of "chivalrous thief".

The reasons for this can only be attributed to the oppression of the lower classes by bureaucrats in the feudal era and the uneven distribution of social wealth.

When talking about chivalrous thieves, the first person that comes to people's minds in Beijing is Yan Zi Li San.

First, Swallow Li San specializes in stealing from wealthy families, such as Duan Qirui, the interim ruler, Prime Minister Pan Fu, and warlord Zhang Zongchang; Pan Guoying of Xidan Lihua Silk Shop, and Ruizhong, an old man;

Second, he actually distributed some of the stolen property to some poor people. The newspapers recorded that he was arrested because he visited the City God Temple in winter and saw too many poor people nearby. He felt pity for them and gave one or two yuan to each person. The detective team noticed him and followed him.
Thirdly, Swallow Li San died in 24, the 1935th year of the Republic of China. His death was widely reported in newspapers before his death. Moreover, one of Li San’s apprentices, Duan Pengfei, went to Beijing in 51 to continue committing crimes, stealing from Henry Watch and Glasses Store and many other wealthy stores.

Of course, the stolen goods were intercepted by Wang Deming halfway and sent to Hong Kong to support the Korean battlefield.

After Wang Deming quickly toured Nanchizi, Dongjiaominxiang, Shijin Garden, Madaren Hutong, etc., he released a folded white swallow into every household.

He also left a famous message: The people’s blood and blood is easy to abuse, but God is hard to deceive.

And note: Charity is everyone's responsibility, thank you for your contribution to charity. Please rest assured that the donor will keep your name. You can go to the Charity Federation to check it at any time tomorrow morning.

The Lord will forgive your sins because of your donation!

Amen!

Go find Catholicism or Christianity. They always promote charity anyway.

The Charity Federation and the Women's Federation share an office at the intersection of Dengshikou Street. It only takes Wang Deming one or two minutes to get there on foot. He climbs from outside the building to the fourth floor and finds the office specifically for registering donations.

With a slight shake of his gloved hand, the window opened and several packages filled with US dollars were thrown in.

Each package was found on the spot, and inside it was a small note with the name of the donor: Lou Bancheng, Le Songsheng, Liu Yuchen, etc.

Wang Deming has always followed Lei Feng's good example and insisted on not leaving his name behind when doing good deeds. He closed the window again, clapped his hands, and floated away.
"Why did you come back so late?" Diana looked at Wang Deming suspiciously and played a card casually, "I thought you fell into the toilet, Dongfeng."

"Haha, I won!" Zhang Shouchun laughed wildly, holding the Dongfeng in front of him, and slammed it hard, pushing it to the surface, and stretched out his white and tender little hand, "Mixed a color, big four, come on, give me money!"

"Ah! De, you, it must be you. You went to the toilet and brought the stench here. Stay away from me!" Diana's big blue eyes swept over Zhang Shouchun's cards in surprise, and then she grabbed her hair angrily, blaming Wang Deming for the loss.

"You guys keep busy, I'll go back to my room to translate." Wang Deming rolled his eyes and refused to admit that his hands smelled.

Do you know how difficult it is to win a few games when you are letting the water go?
In the next few days, the first thing Wang Deming did every morning was to read the newspaper to look for news, but there was no news?

Damn it, what is going on?
Didn't these families report the loss of such a large sum of money to the police? How could such a big case not get any news?

Or, when a charity receives such a large donation, won’t it publicize it in the newspaper?
Could it be that these parties are all low-key in life but high-key in work?
This is millions of dollars. Could it just pass by so quietly?
Wang Deming was puzzled.

"Doctor Wang, I've been feeling dizzy lately. Can you take my pulse?" "Okay, please take a seat."

When a worker came to see a doctor, Wang Deming had to put down the newspaper and the doubts in his heart.

What he didn't know was that Comrade Zhang Dayong, the director of Jiaodaokou Police Station, was visiting Lou Bancheng in Dongjiaomin Lane, accompanied by staff from the Charity Federation and Bank of China.

"Comrade Lou Bancheng, I am Zhang Dayong, the director of Jiaodaokou Police Station. Here is my ID." Comrade Zhang Dayong solemnly took out his police ID and handed it to Lou Bancheng. He then introduced the two comrades beside him, "These two are from the China Charity Federation and the Bank of China."

After taking back his police ID, Zhang Dayong asked in a routine manner: "Comrade Lou Bancheng, on November 11th of this month, did a large amount of US dollar cash go missing from your home? The total amount was as high as 25 million."

"This..." Lou Bancheng looked at the three people in front of him, his head turning urgently.

Such a large sum of money, millions of dollars, was stolen, and his first reaction was to call the police.

But his long life experience forced him to control himself, and he repeatedly thought about the pros and cons.

If he reported the case to the police and the government found out that he had such a large amount of foreign exchange, how would he explain the source? None of his companies had an export business, so he could only have exchanged part of it at the bank a few years ago, and another part of it secretly in Hong Kong.

Will this touch upon the government’s sensitive points?
Furthermore, if this mysterious thief really donated this huge amount of money secretly to the Charity Federation, given his understanding of the Party, the Charity Federation would definitely report it.

There is not much point in calling the police yourself. You can only go to the police station or the district public security bureau, and the news will spread. It is better to wait for the government to make arrangements from top to bottom and give yourself an explanation.

I am a capitalist. Although the government does not discriminate, showing off wealth has been considered shameful since ancient times. The fewer people who know how much money my family has, the better. Otherwise, I will be targeted by "thieves"?

As expected, the government arranged people to come to his house today. He expected people from the police and the Charity Federation to come, and although the visitor from the Bank of China was a bit unexpected, he had also taken it into consideration.

Lou Bancheng nodded solemnly, took a step forward and took the initiative to shake hands with the visitor, shaking his hand tightly up and down, and said with deep emotion: "Thank you for the trouble, government! Thank you for your hard work, comrades!"

He took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief to make them look even redder, and choked up a little: "To be honest with the government, this money was accumulated little by little over the past few decades. When we found out it was stolen, our whole family was heartbroken!"

"Decades of accumulation were swept away in one fell swoop!"

"By the way, the thief also left a folded swallow and a note saying that he would donate all the money to the Charity Federation, so I hold out a glimmer of hope that the government will make the decision for us. Oh, I'll give the note to the public security comrades right away."

After a while, Lou Bancheng handed the swallow folded from white paper and the note to Zhang Dayong, "Comrade Public Security, these are the two."

Then he looked at the two comrades from the Charity Federation and the Bank of China with hope, and asked with a trembling voice, "Comrade, may I ask, has all the money stolen from my family been recovered?"

(End of this chapter)