Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chen Jianshe told Chen Deshun everything he had experienced and the current situation at the police station.

After listening, Chen Deshun nodded thoughtfully.

Although the case is still under investigation, the final result should be roughly the same as I expected.

Although the Huang family started the fight, the crackdown hasn't started yet, so their situation will most likely be handled as a neighborhood brawl.

The process is nothing more than routine investigation, evidence collection, and injury assessment.

The investigation and evidence collection goes without saying; the key lies in the injury assessment.

Judging from the injuries sustained by the second and fourth brothers at the time, they were at most minor injuries.

If it's just a minor injury, according to the "Regulations on Administrative Penalties for Public Security," it falls under the category of public security disputes, and at most, the penalty would be detention or a fine.

If those scoundrels from the Huang family knew that the final result would only be a few days of detention and no compensation, they would definitely become even more unreasonable after they got out, dragging things out and making a mess of things, which would be pointless.

What's that old saying again? Strike the snake at its seven-inch mark.

To solve a problem, you must grasp the key and hit the nail on the head. Similarly, to teach someone a lesson, you must make them feel the pain so that they will never forget it.

That's why, when they were in the hospital, he specifically instructed his second and fourth sons to do as he said.

If the injury assessment report contains the phrase "concussion with transient loss of consciousness or recent memory loss," it can be directly classified as a minor injury.

Minor injury and slight injury – a difference of just one word, but worlds apart.

If the injury is determined to be minor, criminal liability can be pursued under the crime of intentional injury in the Criminal Law, with a sentence of at least three years.

In short, the more and stronger the bargaining chips he has, the more advantageous it is for him during negotiations and mediation.

Gollum~

An untimely rumbling sound interrupted Chen Deshun's thoughts.

Chen Jianshe rubbed his stomach, glanced at Chen Deshun, unsure of what his father was thinking, but not wanting to stand in the gloomy street in the cold wind, he tentatively asked, "Dad, where are we going now?"

Chen Deshun snapped out of his daze and said calmly, "Go home."

I was originally planning to go to the police station to inquire about Lao San's situation, but since Lao San is fine now, there's no need to rush over. Besides, it's too late, so I might as well go home and sleep first.

Chen Jianshe licked his dry lips and tentatively asked, "Dad, could you cook me a bowl of noodles when we get back?"

Chen Deshun glanced at him: "Didn't you eat enough tonight?"

Chen Jianshe scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "I was full at the time, but the Huang family chased me for more than ten miles that night. The amount of exercise was too much, and that little bit of food was digested long ago."

"Okay, no problem." Chen Deshun nodded, agreeing readily.

Chen Jianshe glanced at Chen Deshun with some surprise.

I originally thought that to get this bowl of noodles, I would have to argue with my dad for a long time, and even agree to some unequal treaties.

I didn't expect them to agree so easily.

It seems that in his father's heart, he is still the most beloved youngest son.

A smile involuntarily appeared on Chen Jianshe's face.

However, the smile lasted less than three seconds before Chen Deshun said leisurely, "Come with me to the Huang family's house and take the bicycle back."

The 1980s was a prosperous era, but that doesn't mean it was very safe.

At this time of year, the incidence of criminal cases is relatively high.

According to statistics and social records at the time, the number of criminal cases in 1980 increased significantly compared to the previous year.

Theft and burglary cases account for the vast majority of all criminal cases.

Not long ago, a sensational cultural relic theft case occurred in Beijing—the theft of treasures from the Forbidden City.

Fugitive Chen Yinhua broke into the Palace Museum's Treasure Gallery and stole the "Seal of Consort Zhen" from the museum's collection.

This is actually an extreme microcosm of the social security situation at that time.

Even if the bicycle is locked, there is still a great risk in leaving it outside overnight. Besides, the bicycle is borrowed and someone else will need it in the morning, so I have to ride it back no matter what.

"what?"

Chen Jianshe's face fell, revealing a pained expression.

Only then did he realize that his father had been waiting for him here, explaining why he had agreed so easily to go back and cook for him.

Getting back to the Huang family from here requires a long detour, and it's dark and difficult to ride a bicycle on the road.

This meal was a huge rip-off!

Chen Deshun didn't care what he was thinking and grabbed Chen Jianshe's arm to walk back.

It was late at night, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street.

The dim streetlights cast long shadows of the two people, which swayed on the ground as they moved.

The further you go into the suburbs, the sparser the streetlights become, and the dimmer the light becomes.

The once wide asphalt road gradually turned into a bumpy dirt road, and the surrounding buildings were replaced by low bungalows and courtyards.

The air was filled with a damp smell, and occasionally a few barks could be heard from some unknown corner, adding a touch of desolation to the quiet night.

The two walked for a long time and were finally almost at the parking lot.

There wasn't a single streetlamp nearby, and we could only grope our way forward by the faint moonlight in the sky.

Fortunately, Chen Deshun clearly remembered that he had locked his car under an old locust tree.

To avoid being targeted by thieves, we specifically chose a relatively secluded spot. It would be difficult to spot the two bicycles parked under the tree unless you went over to take a closer look.

Chen Deshun looked around and immediately spotted the familiar outline of the locust tree, so he quickened his pace.

In the distance, the shadow of a bicycle could be seen, reflecting a faint light under the moonlight.

Thankfully, nothing was lost.

He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked over.

But when he got to the bicycle, he was completely dumbfounded.

Chen Jianshe, who was following behind, was puzzled as to why his father was standing in front of the car and not moving. What was he doing standing there in a daze?

He walked over in a few steps, and when he saw the scene before him, he was stunned. He looked at Chen Deshun with disbelief and asked with some doubt, "Dad, how many bikes did we... ride here?"

"Nonsense, of course it's two!" Chen Deshun's eyelids twitched, and he said irritably.

Chen Jianshe's mouth gaped slightly as he pointed to the lone bicycle under the tree, exclaiming in surprise, "Ah... how come there's only one left?"

Chen Deshun was extremely frustrated. Was there even a need to ask?

It must have been stolen!

I originally thought that since this place is close to the neighborhood committee, the security should be okay, and it would only be this once, so it couldn't be such a coincidence.

As it turned out, it really was a coincidence that a wheat awn fell into the eye of a needle!

Actually, the car being stolen was also due to the long delay caused by the Huang family, which disrupted his original plans.

"Dad, what do we do now?" Chen Jianshe asked again.

Chen Deshun rubbed his throbbing head, feeling a surge of irritation.

He borrowed two bicycles from his coworkers at the factory by relying on the reputation and character he had built up over the years.

At that time, bicycles were a planned supply commodity. Having money alone was not enough; you also needed a bicycle ticket to buy one. However, industrial production capacity was limited, so even with a bicycle ticket, you still had to queue to buy a bicycle.

This clearly demonstrates the high value of bicycles at the time; they were undoubtedly a luxury item and one of the "three essential items" for weddings.