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When Chen Li drove to the car dealership, the fire had already been brought under control and extinguished by firefighters.

Outside the police cordon, many people who profit from human suffering are filming videos on their phones and spreading them widely in order to gain initial traffic.

Looking at the cars that had been burned down to their steel frames, Chen Li felt a mix of emotions.

More than 30 million.

For an ordinary person, it's like a mountain weighing on them for generations, one that they could never lift off, as if someone wanted to kill them.

Five years ago, he was framed and imprisoned. His parents died, and his brothers were either dead or crippled.

Five years later, they still want to completely destroy me?

They've probably miscalculated. If I wanted to, I could acquire billions in wealth with a flick of my wrist and completely crush those shady rats hiding behind the scenes!

"Chen Li, come with me."

Song Qingtong waved to him, and the two walked towards a less crowded area. As they walked, she explained:

"It's really strange that this fire happened on your very first day taking over the dealership."

"Based on the experience of firefighters, the fire started from inside, possibly due to aging wiring or accidental burning of something like a charger. Of course, the possibility of arson cannot be ruled out."

"The problem is, I had someone retrieve the surrounding surveillance footage, and everyone had already left work by the time of the incident, so no suspicious people were present."

"Normally, it would be classified as a natural fire."

Chen Li said firmly:

"It must have been arson by someone. The net of justice is vast and its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it. Whenever a crime occurs, evidence will be left behind."

Song Qingtong nodded and said:

"I understand your feelings and agree with your statement. Give me some time, and if someone has indeed committed a crime, I will definitely give you justice."

The two circled the fire site and came to the back of the car dealership.

One of the locked back doors was charred black, with wisps of smoke still rising from it. The area around the back door was a storage area, and there were no security cameras in sight.

"Could someone have gone in from here?"

Chen Li suddenly asked.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a large wolfhound, chained up, emerged from its den and barked wildly at them.

An old man wearing a loose vest came out of the low shanty, scolded the big wolfhound twice, and when he saw Song Qingtong and Chen Li in uniform looking at him, he walked back into the house guiltily.

The two exchanged glances, sensing something was amiss.

"Your uniform is intimidating. I'm going in to find out what's going on."

Chen Li said in a low voice.

"We're here to serve the people, aren't we?"

Song Qingtong corrected.

"Yes, to serve the people."

Chen Li agreed with his statement and walked towards the shantyhouse that had been built.

The space inside is not large.

On one side were an induction cooker, a cutting board, seasonings, and other items, while the rice cooker was cooking rice, emitting steam and filling the room with the aroma of rice.

On the other side was the bed, and the old man's wife was lying on it.

Chen Li could tell at a glance that she was paralyzed on one side due to cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases.

Prolonged bed rest and malnutrition have left the elderly woman with a gaunt face, sunken eyes, and a life-weary gaze that has lost its sparkle.

Chen Li's sudden appearance made the two elderly people feel uneasy, and they looked somewhat nervous.

Instead of asking directly if he had seen the arsonist, he spoke in a casual, conversational tone:

"I own a shop here. There was a sudden fire, and I was worried about affecting the neighbors, so I came to ask what kind of work you do here, sir?"

The old man pointed to the bench, gesturing for the young man to sit down, and replied:

"Me? I work as a security guard at the front gate."

Chen Li said with genuine concern:

"It's almost hot, and this shack doesn't have air conditioning. I'm afraid the old lady's health won't be able to handle it."

The old man laughed heartily:

"It's just my wife and me left at home. She suffered a cerebral thrombosis three years ago. She survived, but was left with hemiplegia and has been living in the hospital for several years. We've just gotten through it all. There's nothing we can't handle."

Chen Li then asked:

"What about the children?"

The old man smiled and remained silent, as if he found it difficult to speak.

The paralyzed old woman continued:

"My youngest daughter married and moved away."

"Two years ago, our house was forcibly demolished. My son tried desperately to stop it and was beaten to death. We received some compensation, but my daughter-in-law remarried and took everything with her. All that's left is a boy in high school."

"We had to earn money to support our child's education, so my wife and I came out to earn some money. But I'm useless; I got sick, spent a lot of money, and even became paralyzed. Sigh!"

Chen Li said directly:

"Don't worry, ma'am, your illness is curable, and you'll be able to stand up and walk again."

"I introduced my uncle to a new job as a security guard at a big corporation. He earns at least 10,000 yuan a month, and the dormitory has a kitchen, air conditioning, TV, washing machine, and everything else. It's very comfortable."

"Yuncheng No. 17 Middle School is one of the top key schools in the province. I can find someone to arrange for him to get in."

As each condition was presented, the two elderly people's hearts raced, and they stared in disbelief.

He neither nodded nor refused.

Chen Li dialed Mu Ningshuang's number and first arranged a job for the old woman, asking her to find a connection to get the old woman's grandson into a top-tier middle school.

For a wealthy family, this is a trivial matter, something that can be done immediately.

After hanging up the phone, he contacted Zhao Guangzhu, the hospital director, and asked him to send a car to pick up the old lady and take her to the hospital to stay in an SVIP ward so that she could be cured.

Zhao Guangzhu couldn't find an opportunity to curry favor with Chen Li, so he immediately patted his chest and assured him that everything was in his hands.

The two kind-hearted people were still wondering if the young man was trying to trick them when their phone rang.

The elderly man answered the phone:

"Who is it?"

A warm greeting came through the phone:

"Hello, I'm from the Municipal Education Bureau. I heard that your grandson is an excellent student and someone has recommended him to study at the No. 17 Middle School in the city. He can go to complete the enrollment procedures tomorrow."

The old man stood up in alarm:

"Thank you, leader. On behalf of my whole family, thank you."

The education bureau leader smiled politely:

"It's alright, it's my duty. Everything has been arranged, I just need to register tomorrow."

The call just ended.

The HR manager of Xingyao Group called the old man to discuss work matters and earnestly requested that he take up a direct position at Xingyao Group the next day.

Monthly salary of 12,000 yuan, social insurance and housing fund contributions, eight-hour workday, one day off per week, three-bedroom dormitory, and various allowances and benefits.

The old man was so moved that he didn't know how to respond and kept saying thank you.

Just as I hung up the phone, an ambulance from Harmony Hospital arrived at the door.

The doctors and nurses got out of the car, greeted the elderly woman warmly, and then helped her into the ambulance.

"Mr. Chen, the hospital director asked me to tell you that the hospital will do its utmost to cure the patient's illness. Please rest assured, both you and this gentleman!"

Chen Li nodded:

"Okay, go ahead."

The old man was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes, and he didn't know what to say.

Until the ambulance drove away.

Chen Li said to the old man:

"I know you have something you can't say, but don't rush, think it over carefully."

The old man had lived a life of poverty, but suddenly someone kindly helped him solve his grandson's schooling problem, his wife's medical problems, and his own job problem, and even let him move into a large air-conditioned room.

Let alone asking him to tell the truth, he wouldn't even blink or hesitate if you asked him to kill someone.