I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Brother Li, I already told you everything I know."

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

Caught in the act of adultery, Taxi Driver Hui ultimately chose to confess honestly, since he didn't see it as a big deal.

It's just splashing paint.

Use gentler methods.

It's not like we're killing or setting fires.

"Brother Li, I'm just helping out."

He forced a smile, his eyes dark and brooding as he stared at Fu Zili, signaling that it was time for the other man to fulfill his promise.

Fu Zili just clearly stated that he would leave after his confusion was resolved.

But Rent-a-Hui forgot.

What impression does he have of the other person?

Insidious and cunning!

Can you really take the words of a treacherous and cunning person seriously?
"Brother Hui, rest a little longer."

Fu Zili nodded, ignoring the changing expressions on Zu Hui's face, put down his crossed legs, got up, opened the door, and walked out, leaving his two subordinates standing by the bed like ox-headed and horse-faced demons.

That's inhumane.

At least leave them some room to put on their clothes.

outside room.

Fu Zili sat down on the sofa, looked at the pile of props on the coffee table and the unidentified powder on the tin foil, and took out his phone.

Only half a day had passed since Jiang Chen called him.

It's also thanks to the rarity of that car.

otherwise.

It's definitely impossible to be that efficient.

Coffin trucks do indeed bring good luck.

"I found out. The owner of that car is a guy nicknamed Rent-a-Car Hui. I'm in his room right now."

that side.

Jiang Chen was at his aunt Jiang Huazi's convenience store, accompanying Tie Jun to get cigarettes and alcohol.

The wedding banquet wouldn't be complete without cigarettes, alcohol, and beverages, which would provide Jiang Huazi with a great business opportunity. As Tie Jun would say, "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders."

Jiang Chen, holding his phone, walked out of the convenience store: "Zuzi Hui?"

"Yeah, I used to be a taxi driver. Later, through a series of coincidences, I managed to climb up the ranks by getting in touch with the city and monopolized half of the taxi market. I have two biggest hobbies: taking drugs and sleeping with married women."

Fu Zili leaned forward, his arm under his thigh, fiddling with the tinfoil. "He had a great time last night and was sleeping in the hotel. When I found him, he was still unconscious. According to him, he was just following orders last night; it was Green Land Real Estate Development Co., Ltd. that contacted him."

Jiang Chen had never heard of the name "Zu Fa Hui" before, but upon hearing the words "Greenland Group," he immediately understood.

Tsk.

That really proves the old saying true.

Those in the real estate business are no pushovers.

"What conflict do you have with Greenland Group?"

Fu Zili couldn't help but add, "Who doesn't have curiosity?"

"It wasn't me. It was the Fang family."

There's no need to hide this kind of relationship.

"..."

Fu Zili was slightly taken aback, even more so than expected, "The Fang family?"

It's a long story, and Jiang Chen didn't explain, "I understand, thank you for your hard work."

They didn't even bother to verify the reliability of this statement.

The fact that Greenland Group is using that name is undoubtedly true.

I originally intended to resolve the issue through legitimate means, but the other party always insisted on escalating the situation.

That's just how life is.

If you don't bully others, others will think about bullying you.

"So, what should we do with this taxi driver, Hui?"

Fu Zili asked.

Greenland Group has a powerful and deeply entrenched presence in Shacheng, far surpassing the influence of a mere landlord like Hui who rose to power through women.

And what about the Fang family?

They were just ordinary people.

Fu Zili couldn't understand what kind of entanglement could have arisen between the two, but since Jiang Chen wasn't going to say, he naturally wouldn't pry.

"Send him to Tie Jun's wife's place, the mental health center, he's suitable for drug rehabilitation."

"..."

Fu Zili's expression was strange, and then he hummed in agreement.

"Let's get in touch again."

The phone hangs up.

Fu Zili put down his phone, rubbed his face, and finally couldn't help but laugh.

really.

The same feeling he had after hearing the truth.

If the paint had been splashed on Jiang Chen's door, there might still be room for negotiation.

But it was the door of the Fang family.

Fu Zili got up and went back into the inner room.

Zu Hui was still sitting on the bed in the same position as before. When he saw him come back, he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. His patience had probably reached its limit.

"Brother Li, is it over?"

Fu Zili stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at him, and nodded. "It's over."

Taxi driver Hui breathed a sigh of relief, but then he saw the other party pick up his phone and brazenly dial the police number right in front of him.

"110? I want to report someone using drugs. The address is room 5015 at the MENDON Hotel. Please hurry."

Zu Hui stared blankly, then his expression changed drastically.

"Hold!"

Unable to contain himself any longer, he cursed, "You bastard surnamed Fu, do you have any manners at all?!"

Fu Zili, without any shame, briefly and concisely reported the matter to Comrade Hat, then put down his phone. Facing the distraught Taxi Driver Hui and the anxious woman beside him, his calm face reflected only the pride of being a concerned citizen.

"Rules are made by people. So many anti-drug heroes have sacrificed their lives for the great cause of fighting drugs. Tell me, should I report them?"

"I bother!"

Zu Hui's face twisted in rage as he raised his hand, shouting, "Don't you dare spout those pretentious nonsense! Are you deliberately trying to mess with me?!"

"Snapped!"

The man taking the photo was ruthless. Standing by the bed, he slapped the taxi driver, knocking him to the ground.

Logically speaking.

He had no say in the conversation between the two older brothers.
That's really against the rules.

"What are you doing? The police are coming soon."

Fu Zili spoke softly, seemingly reprimanding him.

Zu Hui straightened up, casually wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. The woman next to him was already deathly pale. He was indeed a figure of importance, grinning with his brightly colored teeth.

"You surnamed Fu, I'll remember this. You just wait. We were keeping to ourselves, but remember, you asked for this..."

Fu Zili didn't take it seriously and was indifferent.

“Brother Hui, it’s not too late to say these things after you get out.”

"Heh, do you think this little thing can do anything to me?"

Fu Zili smiled as well.

Many people don't realize the seriousness of the problem even when they are about to die.

"A mental hospital is a good place to quit drugs. Brother Hui, don't act up in there. Behave yourself. You've had a good life for half your life, so it should be worth it."

Besides drug rehabilitation centers, hospitals and psychiatric hospitals are also common places for compulsory drug rehabilitation of addicts.

If it's your first time going in, you can come out in about fifteen days.

If someone repeatedly refuses to change their ways, the punishment might take longer, but drug use is not the same as drug trafficking, so it certainly doesn't warrant the death penalty.

This is all based on the premise of not seeking connections.

Well known.

No matter where you are in the world, it is a society based on human relationships.

"I'm coming out here, I'm going to kill you!"

Since things had come to a head, Taxi Hui was no longer going to hold back. Whether he had the ability or not was another matter, but at least he had to put on a show of force and act tough.

"I hope you'll still remember me when you come out."

Fu Zili chuckled lightly, a chilling pity flickering in his eyes.

"Whom should I take to my wife's place?"

Geely Supermarket.

That is, Jiang Huazi Convenience Store.

Fu Zili came out carrying a dozen or so packs of cigarettes. He passed by Jiang Chen and put them in the trunk of his car.

“A friend of Fu Zili, a drug addict.”

"Yes, Wen Rong's hospital does take in some addicts. When they have an attack, they are more terrifying than real mental patients. Sometimes they need medication to calm them down."

"I've heard that mental hospitals sometimes use methods like electric shocks and torture to treat stubborn patients. Is that true?"

Don't ask me. I don't know.

Tie Jun slammed the trunk door shut.

"Tiejun, thank you!"

Jiang Huazi and her family came out of the store, and Hong Xiaoyu was there too. He had been helping out at the store these past few days to ease the burden on his parents. "Aunt Jiang, what are you saying? If anyone should be thanking you, it's me thanking you. I can't get this kind of discount anywhere else."

Jiang Huazi smiled broadly, "When the wine arrives, your Uncle Hong will take it directly to the hotel for you, so you don't have to drag it home and then back again, which is too much trouble."

"Okay. Aunt Jiang, Uncle Hong, Jiang Chen and I will be going now."

"It's lunchtime, let's have a meal over there."

Hong Ou extended an invitation.

"Uncle, he's about to get married, he's very busy."

Hong Ou smiled and nodded, "Alright then, Tie Jun, happy marriage."

"Thank you, Uncle Hong."

Tie Jun then looked at Hong Xiaoyu and made a phone call gesture.

For his final bachelor party, Hong Xiaoyu, as a groomsman, was naturally on the guest list.

"Okay, Brother Jun, I'll definitely be there."

"Goodbye."

Tie Jun waved goodbye to the Hong family and got into the car with Jiang Chen.

The new energy vehicle drove away amidst the cheers of the Hong family, and the driver got into the car.

"Tell Fu Zili that he can't change others in that kind of environment, but he has to stick to his principles. He can't get involved with drugs," Tie Jun said as he drove.

"Why don't you just tell him directly?"

"How can they be the same? A hundred words from me to him can't compare to one word from you."

“He’s almost thirty years old, he must know what he can and cannot do.”

Tie Jun nodded unconsciously and said with a smile, "That's true. Boss Fu is very smart."

Jiang Chen agreed.

Everyone has different strengths.

Some people are born to study, some are gifted in the arts, and some are good at navigating society.

Shacheng may not be a large city, but with the surrounding counties and cities, it has a population of several million. Making a name for itself is definitely not an easy thing.

It's important to understand that Fu Zili's starting point was the same as theirs—only his back was visible.

"Oh right, I forgot to ask you, why did you and Qing Gege both change your doors?"

Tie Jun still thought about this problem.

When he went to the Third Construction Company compound to pick up Jiang Chen, he naturally went upstairs to visit Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan.

"It's been more than ten years, it's time to change it."

Jiang Chen spoke casually.

"you two……"

Tie Jun laughed, "Even if we change houses, we have to be together. Does it have to be a match between equals?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

That said.

What a coincidence.

Yes.

He had just replaced the door, but then the paint arrived, forcing Fang Qing to also replace the door.

This led to a situation where they were "well-matched" again.

It seems as if there really is an invisible force binding them together.

Comrade Jiang Chen forgot.

He himself has said it.

Everyone had a red thread tied around their feet.

"I'm just kidding."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Tie Jun turned his head and said.

"I know."

Jiang Chen smiled.

"If matching social status were the only criteria for a good match, there wouldn't be so many regrets in this world."

Tie Jun was taken aback, then spoke with admiration.

"Comrade Jiang Chen, your words are insightful."

The car followed the traffic flow and drove into the East Gate tunnel, taking Jiang Chen directly downstairs.

"I'm not going up."

"Okay, drive carefully."

Jiang Chen pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Just as Tie Jun was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Fang Qing walking in, carrying groceries.

"Tsk, Princess Qing, so virtuous."

He rolled down the car window and greeted him, not in a joking manner, but from the bottom of his heart.

Fang Qing has always been the epitome of the perfect woman in his mind, and that hasn't changed.

He's probably not the only one who thinks this way.

Fu Zili was also once infatuated with Fang Qing.

"Did you buy the cigarettes and alcohol?"

Fang Qing approached.

Someone who was about to enter the building heard the noise, turned around, and stopped.

"Yes, I bought it. Was this a cold dish I bought at the Bell and Drum Tower market?"

"Shall we go upstairs and get something to eat?"

Tie Jun laughed, "Another day."

Fang Qing nodded in understanding and made way for her.

Tie Jun drove his car around.

Fang Qing carried the groceries she had bought on foot and headed towards the building.

"It's so late, why bother going out to buy groceries? Just grab something to eat."

The person felt perfectly justified, as if it were perfectly natural to freeload at someone else's house. But did they not consider that if it weren't for the extra mouth to feed them, would they still have to go out and buy groceries?

And it was a cold dish that he liked to eat.

Tie Jun still remembers.

"I didn't ask you to eat it."

Fang Qing walked past him.

Jiang Chen followed.

Inside the new energy vehicle, Tie Jun had already turned the car around. Through the car window, he watched the two figures disappear into the corridor, and he recalled the envious expressions on Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan's faces when they congratulated him.

"Ugh."

With a slow sigh, Tie Jun withdrew his gaze and drove away.

The paint smell has faded a bit, but the marks left behind are destined to be impossible to remove; they may only disappear when this area is demolished.

"We have the answer to who did what happened last night."

Jiang Chen spoke.

"Did Fu Zili call you?"

Fang Qing was a little surprised; the speed was so fast.

"Yes. It is indeed related to that car..."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen suddenly stopped, looked up, and instinctively grabbed Fang Qing.

It was absolutely not an attempt to take advantage of her.

It is an instinctive behavior.

"Shhh."

Fang Qing stopped, carrying the groceries in one hand and having her other hand held, but she didn't struggle.

Ok.

That person is so rude; they still haven't taken the food.

The reason she didn't struggle was because Fang Qing had also heard it.

I could hear voices coming from up above.

From her home.

It seems like we have some guests.

If it's Zhang Zhongquan again, wouldn't that expose the deception?

That person reacted really quickly.

The two stood still in the hallway, holding hands and listening quietly for a while. Then they realized that it didn't seem to be Zhang Zhongquan; there was more than one guest, and it seemed that they were about to leave.

That's right.

It's time to leave.

The sounds became clearer; it seemed the couple had moved from inside the house to the doorway, politely seeing their guests off.

The sound of footsteps came.

Someone is coming downstairs.

Staircase corner.

The two sides met face to face, one above and one below.

The other party was also two people, standing condescendingly at the corner. They were dressed in suits and ties, exuding an air of elites. This would be commonplace in a big city, but in a place like Shacheng, and especially in a laid-off compound like the Third Construction Company compound, abandoned by the times, they were extremely conspicuous.

Suddenly.

Jiang Chen felt a pulling force coming from his hand.

Fang Qing led him up the stairs, passing two men in suits in the narrow stairwell. (End of Chapter)