Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 858: A Sublimation

Xiao Wei sighed and said, "Can't we just cooperate and do things properly? All this energy and time is wasted on this nonsense. Sigh, who's going to care about the people's problems?"

Chen Hui laughed and put his arm around Xiao Wei's neck, saying, "We'll take care of it, we'll take care of it. This guy, your spirit has really been elevated now, you've started to worry about the country and its people."

Xiao Wei said, "If I have the ability, I'll lend a hand when I encounter such a situation. It's not troublesome, and it's a good deed."

Chen Hui nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, accumulate good karma, accumulate good karma, so that the child can have a smooth and healthy life."

Xiao Wei laughed and said, "You've transcended that too, now you have boundless love! Does this kind of thing also come from your roots?"

Chen Hui said, "Being cute is everything to me. Don't you think my little Hui is adorable?"

Xiao Wei nodded: "Cute, much better than Xia Gensheng, that kid cries too much."

The two went to the restroom and returned to the principal's office. The principal had been taken to a side room, and the vice-principal was talking to the district head; he was now in charge. The education bureau leaders arrived, and the district head was explaining the events to them and offering feedback on their work. Xiaowei and Chen Hui overheard a bit but didn't go inside.

The police officers over there were taking statements from several students. Xiao Wei's slap had a good effect; although they were unwilling, the boys didn't dare to retaliate and cooperated quite well. They were probably waiting for their parents.

Before he could finish his cigarette, the students' parents arrived. The first one to arrive was a boss from Wu'ai who dealt in Korean clothing. Back then, those who could do import and export were people with connections and made a lot of money. Clothes that cost a few dozen yuan could be worth thousands. In the 90s, clothing was the most profitable business, and among those in the clothing business, those who dealt in Korean goods and secondhand Japanese goods were the most lucrative.

Japan has many peculiar habits. People often feel obligated to go to bars after get off work instead of going home, and clothes are often discarded after a short period to avoid being ridiculed. Most people replace their clothes after a while. The same goes for cars; Japanese people rarely repair their cars when they break down, preferring to discard them and buy new ones. This has attracted some people who ship these items to Japan to sell.

Those who sell secondhand goods are relatively ethical; some simply sell them as new.

The student's parent, with a slicked-back hairstyle, several large, gleaming rings on his fingers, a protruding belly, and a cigarette between his fingers, was in the early 90s. Gold rings and large necklaces were becoming fashionable, serving as tools to display wealth, especially for men.

After glancing at Xiao Wei and Chen Hui, who were smoking by the corridor, the man with the slicked-back hair looked up at the sign and pushed open the door to the principal's office.

Chen Hui turned his head and glanced at Xiao Wei, then asked, "Aren't we going in to take a look?"

Xiao Wei shook his head: "I won't get involved. The district chief is the main performer right now, why should we join in? I'm only concerned with two things today: this principal has to step down, and those few have to go in. The rest is none of our business."

Chen Hui thought for a moment and said, "The principal is definitely going to be removed, no doubt about it. As for these students, I think you shouldn't insist so much, it's not worth it. Transferring is fine, just don't get in the way anymore. Don't be stubborn about this, let the district head handle it. The knife has already been given, we can't undermine it."

Xiao Wei said, "A kid like that will be just as bad wherever he goes. If we don't get him arrested this time, he'll be even more arrogant in the future."

Chen Hui said, "His father is failing, yet he's still acting all high and mighty. It's worse than being in there. Just you wait and see."

Xiao Wei thought for a moment and nodded: "That's true."

Several more parents arrived, followed by people from the district discipline inspection commission. The district head didn't call Xiaowei and Chen Hui; the two were happily enjoying the scenery outside. Then, people from the provincial discipline inspection commission arrived. They shook hands and spoke with Xiaowei, but Section Chief Yan hadn't arrived yet.

Xiao Wei recounted the events that had unfolded, the current situation inside the house, and the district chief's attitude, saying, "I feel it's better for us to handle this ourselves to avoid being passive. He's definitely determined to send a few people over there, which is why I called you all over. Sorry for the trouble."

The visitor, surnamed Cai, was the head of the First Section of the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Provincial Department. He smiled and said, "That's the cruelty of politics. You never know when or how something might go wrong. It's not a big deal. This is what we usually do. We should thank you for bringing us some results. I'll take him back as soon as he arrives."

It wasn't until all the students, including Zhang Bing and Li Chao, had finished giving their statements, and the parents had been questioned individually for a long time, that Yan Xueda finally showed up. He drove a Lingzhi, honking his horn, and drove straight through the playground to the office building. As if he couldn't see the students on the playground at all, he got out of the car, stretched, and walked upstairs.

Chen Hui said, "It's over. Just looking at this car and its style, it's definitely not a scam."

The Lingzhi was popularly known as the "Big Lingzhi" in the early 90s, belonging to the category of truly high-quality and luxury cars. The Lingzhi was of American origin, much more spacious and imposing than other Japanese cars, and at that time, advertising didn't mention Japan, only referring to it as an American car. It boasted one of the lowest failure rates in the world.

Yan Xueda walked over, reeking of alcohol. He wasn't wearing his police hat, his collar was loose, and he raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at Xiao Wei and his group before heading straight for the principal's office.

Section Chief Cai threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, laughing as he said, "This guy's got quite the airs. Secretary Xie notified me, and he's only just arrived. Judging by how much he's drunk, he's definitely a big shot. Looks like he's got a lot of influence in the district."

Another policeman threw away his cigarette, and the two men walked toward Yan Xueda. "Yan Xueda?" Chief Cai asked as they walked.

Yan Xueda stopped and looked over: "Who are you?" Neither of them were wearing police uniforms.

It was only five or six meters away, just a few steps away. Section Chief Cai pulled out his work ID and flashed it: "I'm from the First Section of the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Provincial Department. Let's go, Section Chief Yan, please come with us."

Yan Xueda was taken aback: "The First Division of the Discipline Inspection Commission? What do you want with me? Is there some misunderstanding?"

Section Chief Cai and another comrade stood on either side of Yan Xueda and said, "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, it will be clear once we talk about it. Let's go."

Yan Xueda said, "No way, what kind of nonsense is this? What kind of nonsense is it for me to go with you like this? Did you even get through to the branch office?"

Section Chief Cai chuckled and said, "Do we need your branch office's permission to get things done? Is your director some kind of department head? Are you leaving on your own, or are we forcibly taking you away?"

Yan Xueda said, "I need to make a phone call. I need to make a phone call, is that okay? I'll leave after I make the call." He tried desperately to back away, but he was held tightly by Section Chief Cai and his companion and couldn't break free at all.

Chen Hui laughed and said, "That's what professionals do. Look at their hands, gripping that spot so tightly you can't break free no matter how hard you try, and they don't even get tired."

With one of them on each side, Cai and Yan Xueda held onto the back of Yan Xueda's belt. If the target struggled too much, the two of them could lift the person into the air with just a little effort. No matter how strong a person was, they would be helpless once their feet left the ground.

The two men each grabbed Yan Xueda with one hand, while their other hands were not idle either. In a few moments, they took everything from Yan Xueda's body: a gun, wallet, keys, a switchblade, work ID, handcuffs, several receipts, and some change.

(End of this chapter)