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The only thing I was grateful for was that I managed to capture a photo of that person's hand.
That hand was relatively smooth, definitely not the hand of someone who does manual labor.
I spent several days at home researching legal documents and finally found relevant clauses in a book titled "Public Security Administration Punishment Law."
The section on theft stated that for amounts considered significant, the penalty is imprisonment for up to three years.
A significant amount generally refers to between one thousand and three thousand yuan.
The Electric Bike I rode had been purchased less than six months ago; there was no way the Battery could have depreciated to below one thousand yuan, right?
I consulted a lawyer and received a disappointing answer.
"The value of an Electric Bicycle Battery calculated separately is indeed low."
"If you have other evidence, you could consider filing a lawsuit."
Other evidence?
I thought about that tuft of white hair.
But could that tuft of white hair be used as evidence?
I called the lawyer, who told me it could potentially serve as corroborating evidence.
Whether it could be accepted as evidence would depend on the specific circumstances.
I completely gave up.
Forget it; after all, it was just a few hundred yuan worth of items, I accepted my loss.
To minimize my losses, I sold the Electric Bike at a low price.
Since then, I started riding shared bicycles to work.
Although it was tiring, at least I wouldn't have to worry about my Electric Bike being stolen or the Battery going missing again.
I also didn't have to worry about my bike being towed away.
The only downside was that I had to sweat while riding.
Just when I had almost forgotten about this incident, one morning as I was getting ready for work, I stepped out of my apartment building and an elderly man with gray hair stopped me.
It was exactly the Morning Rush Hour, with people coming and going.
He suddenly grabbed me and, in front of everyone, knelt down with a thud.
I was taken aback, thinking to myself, who is this? What kind of madness is this early in the morning?
The person blocking my way was an old man with graying hair.
At that moment, the community was bustling with people during the Morning Rush Hour.
The old man unexpectedly knelt down in front of everyone.
I was startled and took several steps back, asking, "What are you doing?"
The old man's eyes were red, and he looked extremely haggard. "Young man, please help me. I really have no other way out."
I was somewhat at a loss due to the old man's actions.
What kind of person kneels down right away?
"Just tell me what you need; if I can help, I will."
The old man was tearful and put on quite a performance: "I was foolish and stole a battery, and now I've been caught. I have no money at home, and my wife is lying in the hospital. Please, I beg you to help me..."
I listened in confusion, completely not understanding what he was saying.
However, the surrounding passersby were drawn in by the old man's performance and began to stop and watch.
"What’s going on here?"
"I don’t know; it looks like this young man is bullying the old man."
"The young man looks decent; how could he bully an old man?"
"In today's society, you never know what people are like."
I was truly exasperated with this group of people.
Are you all just here for the drama?
"Can you please get up and tell me what you need?"
I reached out to help the old man, but he dodged my hand and continued to cry out, "Please help me..."
I couldn't stand this moral coercion any longer and said impatiently, "If you want me to help you, then tell me how I can help."
The old man saw that I had softened and his eyes suddenly lit up. "I... I want to borrow twenty thousand yuan from you."
Twenty thousand?
Have you lost your mind?
"I don't even know you. Why should I lend you twenty thousand?"
The old man cried even harder. "I really have no other way. Please, I'm begging you, help me..."
I was even more confused. "Why do you think I would help you?"
He wiped his tears and sighed, "I used to collect scrap, specifically recycling discarded batteries from others."
"But later, the recycling station stopped accepting them, and I had no choice but to steal batteries."
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