After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Zhao San'er swallowed hard, his eyes, swollen to slits, fixed on the paper and pen on the table. His heart pounded like a drum, and he stammered, "..."

"Which three things?! Boss Lin, just tell me! As long as I get paid, I'll do anything you ask!"

Lin Fan remained calm, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his tone even and decisive:

"First, I will apologize to Aunt Wang and Xiaoxiao in person."

"The old lady is seventy-two years old. She came out early in the morning to pour water and you threw rotten, stinky eggs all over her."

"Later, in front of the police, you'd better bow down and apologize to the old lady and the little girl, and pay for the old lady's new clothes."

Lin Fan tapped his knuckles lightly on the long table, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked at him:

"Secondly, you came to my door so early in the morning, with no one behind you offering advice or benefits. Why did you have to come here and cause all this trouble?"

"Write down everything on a piece of paper, including who instructed you, what benefits they gave you, and how they explained it. Have them sign and put their fingerprints on it."

"Third, sign a formal public security mediation agreement."

"You hurt your nose yourself. You're giving up the personal injury assessment, and you promise never to use this to cause any more trouble, and you're absolutely forbidden from ever stepping into Jin Street again."

Lin Fan met Zhao San'er's surprised and uncertain gaze, his voice calm:

"Once these three things are done smoothly and the documents are signed, the 200,000 will be transferred to your account immediately. If you can't do it, or if you try to play tricks here, this door is open, and we'll handle things officially. As for your act of sneakily hitting someone on the back of the head with a red brick, let the judge determine that in court."

These three requirements were stated clearly, and Zhao San'er, sitting on the long wooden bench, listened with twitching eyelids.

Only then did he realize that the restaurant owner in front of him was indeed no ordinary person; he had seen through him from the very beginning that he was being hired as a pawn!

As for an apology? And buying the old man a new set of clothes?

For a street thug like him who makes a living around the train station, face is worthless. Bowing and saying a few sweet words is as easy as drinking water.

As for betraying the person who instructed him?

The streamer only transferred 300 yuan to him at the barbecue stall last night, and even promised to split the remaining 2,000 yuan after the video went viral.

With three hundred dollars and two hundred thousand dollars in cash in front of you, even a fool would know which to choose!

"I'll tell you! Boss Lin, I'll confess everything!!"

Without even a second's hesitation, Zhao San'er grabbed the ballpoint pen from the table, bent over, and began frantically scribbling on the manuscript paper:

"It's that streamer with the goatee! His name is Li Dazhuang, and his online name is 'Dazhuang Explores Jiangcheng'!"

Zhao San'er wrote in a hurry, and although the handwriting was crooked, he was afraid that Lin Fan would change his mind, so he spilled the whole truth like beans from a bamboo tube:

"Li Dazhuang found me at a night market stall behind the old train station at 10:30 last night, transferred 300 yuan to me via WeChat, and asked me to bring a blockade at the door in the morning."

"He said that as long as I instigate a scene and escalate the situation, inciting the store to fight, he'll record the whole thing and profit from the data usage. He even promised to give me an extra commission afterward!"

In less than ten minutes, a whole page was filled with writing.

At the end, he wrote a statement declaring his willingness to settle and waive all claims for injury assessment, and then pressed his bright red fingerprint heavily on his signature.

"Boss Lin, please take a look! It's all here, word for word! I have all the transfer records Li Dazhuang gave me on my phone!"

Zhao San'er held the sheet of paper covered in writing in both hands and pushed it towards Lin Fan, looking at him expectantly: "Card number... I'll give you the card number!"

Lin Fan took the note and scanned it, confirming that the cause and effect, the transfer details, and the apology and promise were all on it. Then he took out his phone and opened the banking app.

"Give me your card number," Lin Fan said.

Zhao San'er quickly recited a string of ICBC card numbers and account names.

Lin Fan skillfully typed the amount on the screen with his slender fingers: 200,000.00.

In the transfer remarks section, Lin Fan typed four words expressionlessly: "[Mediation Compensation Payment]".

Fingerprint recognition, password confirmation.

"bite."

A green notification popped up on the screen indicating that the transfer was successful.

Standing to the side, Su Xiaoxiao's eyes were slightly red, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. Watching Lin Fan transfer the huge sum of money without hesitation, her heart churned with turmoil.

"Brother Lin... why should we give this scoundrel so much money to settle this matter... two hundred thousand..."

Lin Fan put away his phone, turned around to look at Su Xiaoxiao, and spoke in a calm and gentle tone:

"fine."

Lin Fan reached out and patted her shoulder: "Troubles that can be solved with money are never really big troubles."

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes, and nodded vigorously.

Lin Fan picked up the confession document, stood up, and opened the door to the small meeting room.

In the corridor outside, Officer Zhang was holding a teacup and whispering something to a legal police officer in the next office.

Hearing the door open, Officer Zhang turned around and quickly walked over:

"How did it go? Did you reach an agreement?"

"Officer Zhang, it's settled."

Lin Fan stepped aside and handed the confession document bearing the bloody handprint to Officer Zhang:

"Zhao San'er voluntarily signed a mediation agreement, waiving the right to undergo a medical examination to assess his injuries. In addition, this is the report he wrote himself."

Officer Zhang took the lined manuscript paper and quickly scanned its contents.

When Officer Zhang saw the lines "Li Dazhuang transferred 300 yuan to hire thugs to instigate trouble and create group conflict," his eyebrows shot up sharply, and his eyes became serious and sharp.

"Hiring someone to do it? A premeditated staged photo shoot to cause trouble?!"

Officer Zhang strode into the small meeting room and swung the door wide open behind him.

As soon as Zhao San'er saw Officer Zhang enter the room, he immediately stood up from the bench, enduring the excruciating pain in his nasal bone.

Aunt Wang and Old Liu from the auto repair shop were led to the door by another police officer.

Before Officer Zhang could even begin his interrogation, Zhao San'er had already bent over, bowed deeply to Aunt Wang and Su Xiaoxiao at the door, his head almost touching his knees, and said loudly with a sob in his voice:

"Auntie! Young Miss Su! I'm so sorry! I'm such a bastard!"

Zhao San'er's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he bowed repeatedly:

"I shouldn't have thrown rotten eggs at that old lady so early in the morning! I'm not human!"

"Auntie, I'll pay for your cotton-padded pants and shoes at full price! I admit my mistake, I'm willing to settle, my injuries were all caused by my own fall, and I will absolutely not cause this young lady any trouble!"

"Please forgive me this time, Auntie and Miss Su!!"

Standing outside the door, Grandma Wang was stunned to see the young man, who had just been so fierce, now bowing and weeping as he apologized.

Although she didn't understand the intricacies of the situation, seeing the other person's fearful and apprehensive appearance, the grievances and resentment in her heart finally subsided.

The old woman sighed and waved her hand: "You're so young and capable, don't do such despicable things again. Heaven is watching!"

"Yes! Yes! Auntie is right! I'll never do it again!" Zhao San'er responded repeatedly.