A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1569 Sending Away the God of Plague! (Please Subscribe!)
At the police station, three people suffered fractures and two were seriously injured, and the matter escalated significantly. The station chief rushed back from home overnight, and the incident even alarmed the municipal bureau. A deputy director of the municipal bureau personally came to oversee the investigation.

Hua Shier, the only unharmed person in the detention room and the clear subject of the surveillance video, was brought back into the interrogation room.

The question was asked countless times, but his answer remained exactly the same: he insisted that he was the victim and knew nothing else.

When asked, he said he didn't know anything, only that the other party wanted to beat him up, so he blocked a couple of times haphazardly. Who knows what went wrong with those people, what illness they had, that they started fighting each other and killing one another.

The deputy director who had interrogated him earlier was now covered in cold sweat, his face grim as he threatened:

“Yu Tianlong, there were several people in the detention room at the time, and you were the only one who wasn’t injured. You are the prime suspect.”

Hua Shier spat to the side, then turned his face back, revealing an innocent smile:

"Sorry, I had instant noodles provided by you for dinner, and some noodles got stuck in my teeth. Please don't get me wrong, I'm not spitting on you."

The leader from the municipal bureau frowned slightly upon seeing his stubborn and unyielding demeanor, immediately assuming that he was inevitably involved in the matter.
"We've seen plenty of people like you. Tell me honestly, how exactly were those people injured?"

Hua Shier glanced at him sideways and sneered:
"You're asking me? Don't you know how to review surveillance footage? Don't you know how to use technical means? What, you can't figure out the investigation, so you're planning to make me, a student, take the blame?"

The municipal bureau leader paused for a moment, then turned to the director and deputy director and asked:

"Is he a student?"

Zheng Suo looked bewildered. He was in a meeting outside today, and this case was not one he had handled at all.

The deputy director replied sheepishly in a low voice, "They are senior students from Tianzhong High School."

The city bureau leader frowned even more deeply and asked in a deep voice, "What happened? What did he do to warrant your detention?"

Before the deputy director could even speak, Hua Twelve had already spoken for him:
“What else could it be? Today I beat up the daughter of Jiang, the richest man in Dongshan, and his future son-in-law. It was self-defense, and my teacher said he would bail me out, but you insist on summoning me for 24 hours.”

"While I was detained, five thugs inexplicably came in and attacked me. Isn't it obvious? Tsk tsk, the richest man is indeed the richest man, his reach is really far."

He chuckled, leaned back in his chair, and said in a lazy tone:

"You just wait. I'll go out and find a lawyer to file a complaint against you."

The deputy director was anxious; his forehead was covered in sweat, and his voice cracked:
"What are you accusing us of? We are handling the case according to the law!"

Hua Shier looked at him, a playful smirk playing on his lips:
"To paraphrase a line from Hong Kong movies—'If a deal falls through, there must be a mole.' If you don't have a mole in today's situation, then there really is something fishy going on."

The deputy director's body trembled violently, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably a few times.

Just as he looked at his deputy with suspicion, the city bureau leader's face turned completely cold. He turned to the man in the hat on duty and asked sternly:
"What did those injured people do? Who put them in the detention room?"

The uncle on duty, wearing a hat, quickly reported:

"They were arrested for fighting, but the matter has been resolved and mediated. Yes."

He glanced at the deputy director beside him, whose face was pale and who was frantically giving him meaningful glances, but the rest of his words stuck in his throat.

The leader snorted coldly and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Go on. Do you still want to work here?"

The man in the hat on duty couldn't withstand the pressure, gritted his teeth, and revealed the truth:

"That's what the deputy said, lock them up for twelve hours to teach them a lesson."

The deputy director glared at his subordinate, then hurriedly turned to explain to his superior:
"I wanted to lock them up overnight to let them calm down, and then have their families come to pick them up tomorrow. This is a normal procedure that is in accordance with regulations."

The leader stared intently at him, his gaze as cold as a knife.
"Is it normal to lock up five unemployed people who were involved in a fight together with a student?"

"If something really happens, can you take responsibility?"

He snorted coldly, no longer looking at the deputy director, and turned to the director, instructing him:

"This student should be dealt with as usual tomorrow. We can't let this matter escalate any further. Do you understand?"

The interrogation lasted until the early hours of the morning.

When Hua Shier was brought back to the detention room, his treatment improved significantly. The officer on duty, Uncle Hat, proactively found him a pillow and a blanket so he could get a good night's sleep.

The next morning, the homeroom teacher and a school leader arrived at the police station. Once the appointed time arrived, the two began processing Hua Shier's bail.

The procedures were halfway through when the door to the police station was suddenly pushed open, and Mr. Jiang rushed in, covered in sweat and looking anxious.

He spotted the teachers and school leaders processing the paperwork immediately, and rushed over, saying urgently:
"Her teacher, this can't be done like this!"

The homeroom teacher immediately became anxious, her tone full of earnestness:

"Mr. Jiang, I know your daughter was wronged, but we should handle this according to the law. Please don't hold a grudge against a student."

Mr. Jiang waved his hand repeatedly, interrupting her:
"Teacher, what are you saying! No matter how rich I am, I still have to respect the law, right? What I mean is, we're not going to pursue this further, we're not going to sue! Just have them release the person, and let's pretend this never happened!"

Everyone present was stunned. The homeroom teacher was initially bewildered, but then remembered the methods of revenge used by the big bosses in the TV dramas she had watched before. Her face turned deathly pale, and her heart skipped a beat: This richest man in Dongshan was probably too angry to take legal action.

She gripped Mr. Jiang's hand tightly, her voice trembling:

"President Jiang, this child is still young and doesn't know any better. He has offended you. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against him. Please let him off this time, okay?"

Mr. Jiang's face flushed with excitement. He gripped the teacher's hand tightly in return, his voice even more earnest than hers:

“Teacher, what you said was so true, it really resonated with me! When you tell Yu later, just say that I'm old and have dementia! Please ask him not to hold it against me!”

Everyone around was dumbfounded, and the homeroom teacher couldn't believe her ears. She tentatively asked:
"Mr. Jiang, you're not being sarcastic, are you?"

Father Jiang raised his right palm, his tone resolute:
"I swear to God, every word I said comes from the bottom of my heart!"

As he spoke, he turned to the man in the hat and urged, "We're not going to pursue this anymore, so why don't you release them right now!"

Uncle Hat reminded him, "Mr. Jiang, your daughter was only slapped. But what about Zhang Yang? His hands were broken. Do you think he'll just let it go? You should get Yu Tianlong released on bail first."

Mr. Jiang slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing what had happened, and exclaimed:
"Oh dear, what's wrong with my brain! I've brought the person with me, they're in the car! You guys wait here, don't go on bail, I'm going to get someone right now!"

A short while later, Mr. Jiang led in a middle-aged man who looked honest and unassuming. Behind them was Li Bala, who appeared to have come with Mr. Jiang.

"Old Zhang, you should quickly explain to Uncle Hat that you won't pursue the matter further. Just let that good kid out of there as soon as possible."

As Jiang's father spoke, he kept trying to wink at Zhang Yang's father.

Zhang Yang's father looked reluctant and muttered with his head down:

"But my son is still in the hospital. He can't even take this year's college entrance exam."

Father Jiang's eyes sharpened, but his tone was full of ruthlessness:

"Shameless, huh? With the messes your son's made, he'd be better off dead! What, did I tell you all this for nothing? Don't you know any better?"

Uncle Hat quickly spoke up to remind him, "Mr. Jiang, be mindful of the impact. This has to be done voluntarily by the person involved; you can't force them."

Mr. Jiang immediately turned around, forced a smile at the homeroom teacher and school leaders, and spoke in a warm tone as if he were a completely different person:

"Yes, it's voluntary. I'm just an impatient person. I didn't force him. We're discussing it right now."

When he turned to Zhang Yang's father again, his expression instantly turned cold, and he launched into a tirade:

"Your son's clothes, belongings, and allowance are all given to him by my daughter. He's a complete freeloader. What's wrong with me? I'm asking you for such a small favor, and you're not giving me any face?"

"And look at the mess your son's made, stirring up trouble, scheming and plotting against others, corrupting my daughter and making her suffer along with him. Let me tell you, Lao Zhang, you better think this through, if you really don't want to give me this face..."

He paused, then suddenly changed to a sincere tone, speaking clearly and explicitly:
"If your son doesn't look for cars when crossing the road and gets into an accident, you can't blame anyone else. It's his own fault for not obeying traffic laws." The man in the hat, the homeroom teacher, and the school leaders standing nearby twitched at the sound of this.

If you say he's not threatening anyone, then he's definitely lying through his teeth; the threatening meaning in his words is crystal clear to everyone.

But you might say he was threatening people, since he only talked about traffic laws from beginning to end, and didn't mention a single word about fighting or killing.

Hey, no wonder he can be the richest man in the world.

Zhang Yang's father looked bitter and resentful.

He knew, of course, that his son's designer clothes and cell phone were bought by his girlfriend, and he also knew that his girlfriend's father was the richest man in the area, with terrifying influence.

Hearing the threats implied in Jiang's father's words, he completely cowered.

Thinking back on what the other person had said about his son, he realized he couldn't really argue his point, so he could only hang his head and nod, "Then I won't pursue it."

Jiang's father shoved him irritably: "What's the point of you telling me? Go tell Uncle Hat!"

Zhang Yang's father had no choice but to go to the counter and explain his decision not to pursue the matter to the officer on duty.

Hua Shier, inside the detention room, overheard the entire conversation through the door, his face beaming with smiles.

A moment later, Uncle Hat came over to open the door and lead the person out: "Yu Tianlong, you can go out now. Remember, don't be so impulsive in the future."

Hua Shier neatly folded the quilt and pillow, handed them back with both hands, thanked them earnestly, and then walked out unhurriedly.

As soon as Li Bala saw him, her eyes reddened, and she ran over with open arms to hug him.

Hua Shier placed one hand on her forehead, firmly blocking her view, his face full of disgust:

"You look like a ghost with all that makeup on, don't get it all over me."

Li Bala gritted her teeth in anger and cursed bitterly, "You ingrate! I worried about you for nothing!"

Hua Shier ignored the girl and went straight to the teacher and school leaders, thanking them politely.

He was genuinely grateful that people had gone to great lengths for him.

The school leaders nodded and earnestly instructed:

"Xiao Yu, you are a promising student, and the school has high hopes for your excellent performance in this college entrance examination. After this experience, I hope you will learn from your mistakes and focus your energy on preparing for the college entrance examination in the future. Don't ruin your future because of a moment of impulse."

Hua Shier nodded in agreement, "You're right."

The homeroom teacher chimed in, her tone considerate yet clearly carrying a recommending connotation:
“Yu Tianlong, Jiang Jiao’s father has decided not to pursue the matter this time. It is precisely because of his magnanimity that we were able to get you out smoothly. Otherwise, even if you had been released on bail, this matter could still have had an impact on your future. You should thank your Uncle Jiang right away.”

Hua Shier turned to look at Jiang's father.

Jiang's father immediately felt a cold light shooting towards him—of course, this cold light was mainly imagined by him after he learned the identity of Hua Twelve, the 'big boss of smuggling'.

He shuddered and blurted out, "Thank you, Uncle Yu."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mr. Jiang was stunned. He quickly raised his hand and lightly slapped his own mouth, then chuckled sheepishly as he tried to make amends.

"You've really raised me too high. I've figured out everything that happened, and the main responsibility lies with me. I didn't raise my daughter well; I let her associate with scoundrels, and I watched helplessly as she went astray. Brother, that slap you gave her was well done! What's that saying again? 'When someone goes astray, you get a good whack on the head.'"

The homeroom teacher couldn't help but whisper a reminder: "Was this a wake-up call?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It was a wake-up call! It made Jiang Jiao dismount at the edge of a cliff." Jiang's father nodded vigorously, his face sincere.

Hua Shier's eyes twitched as he listened.

He didn't know if this richest man, Jiang, was genuinely a boorish fellow or just feigning madness. Could he really just dismount from a horse so easily? Wouldn't that make him an infantryman?

He ignored Mr. Jiang and called to the teachers and school leaders to walk out together.

Jiang Jiao's father showed no embarrassment at being left out; his face was full of smiles as he followed closely behind.

Upon arriving at the police station, the homeroom teacher reminded Hua Shier to rest well for the day and attend school as usual the next day, emphasizing that he should not miss any classes. Then, the teacher left with the school leaders.

Hua Shier then turned around and looked at Jiang's father with a half-smile:

"Mr. Jiang, have you inquired about me? You really put on a good show for me last night."

Cold sweat beaded on Mr. Jiang's forehead again. He reached up and lightly slapped himself twice, then smiled apologetically and said:

"I was just too attached to my daughter and acted impulsively. I know I was wrong now. I started making amends this morning. You can ask Miss Li if you don't believe me."

As he spoke, he quickly turned to Li Bala and gave her a pleading look:

"Miss Li, please tell your brother everything and see if there's anything else you're not satisfied with."

Speaking of this, Li Bala still finds it unbelievable. She told Hua Shier:
“Uncle Jiang called me this morning and invited me to the ‘Let It Go’ bar. Then, right in front of me, he bought the bar and said he was going to give it to me.”

Mr. Jiang quickly added, "And a car and a house."

He pointed to a brand-new Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside. "That car is for you. I've also prepared an apartment with an elevator for the old lady."

He counted on his fingers one by one, afraid of missing anything. "I've also arranged a driver, and I'll pay his salary. The house can be transferred at any time."

Hua Shier was somewhat surprised and raised an eyebrow: "President Jiang, that's quite a generous gesture."

Mr. Jiang bowed deeply, his tone extremely earnest:
"It's my pleasure, it's my pleasure. My daughter was immature and hurt Miss Li. I've already paid someone to take down all those videos. These things are just a token of my appreciation, and they're compensation for the emotional distress my daughter caused you and Miss Li."

Jiang's father is the richest man in Dongshan, with a net worth of several billion. In terms of hard power, a smuggling tycoon wouldn't be able to afford to act like this.

But he is, after all, a legitimate businessman. Even if some of his businesses might be involved in shady dealings, they are by no means illegal.

He has a family and a business, how could he not be afraid of encountering a ruthless smuggler like a big-time smuggler?
Let alone him, even the "cucumbers" of Hong Kong back then, when they encountered a "tycoon," didn't they also tremble with fear and obediently hand over large sums of money, not even daring to investigate?

Finally, after many years, they had to enlist the help of the imperial court to avenge the loss.

Therefore, after finding out the identity of 'Yu Tianlong', Jiang's father immediately chose to humble himself and act subserviently.

There wasn't much of a conflict to begin with; a little bloodshed would settle things and that would be the end of it.

If things really escalate, the person who risked their life might die, and that wouldn't be a loss, but he can't afford to pay the price.

Mr. Jiang is the kind of person who would be heartbroken if he lost even a single finger, let alone having such a large family business and a beloved daughter.

That's the style of a great businessman, a shrewd person, to settle this matter with a price that's just a 'small amount' to him!

Hua Shier was naturally aware of this as well. He patted Jiang's father on the shoulder with a smile and said generously:
"The Japanese have a good saying: 'Wei Junjie is a scoundrel.' Since General Jiang is so understanding, let's just drop this matter."

Mr. Jiang was momentarily stunned. What movie was this line from? It was different from the ones he'd seen in movies like The Butterfly Movie. However, he clearly heard the words "wipe it all off," and immediately broke into a genuine smile, replying repeatedly:
"Alright, alright, let's call it even!"

Hua Shier turned his head and his gaze fell on Zhang Yang's father.

Even without anyone introducing him, he recognized him at a glance:

"You must be Zhang Yang's father, right? You should know everything. Your son tried to harm Xu Yi, but he used my sister instead, and he's already hurt her. So he deserved this beating. A father is to blame for not teaching his son properly. If you can't control your son, don't let him go out and harm people, otherwise someone else will help you discipline him!"

Zhang Yang's father was filled with shame. His lips trembled a few times, but he ultimately said nothing.

After Hua Shier finished speaking, he ignored him, waved to Li Bala, and walked straight to the Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside.

Mr. Jiang scurried over, opened the car door himself, and urged the driver repeatedly, "Drive quickly, hurry up!" He looked so anxious, as if he were sending away a plague god!
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