I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

Several police officers arrived at Qinlao Hutong by bicycle.

Inside the bustling fruit shop, the customers and Liu Ruyan were all somewhat surprised to see the police officers arrive.

Liu Ruyan, who was sitting behind the counter, stood up and asked:

"Officers, is there anything we can do to help you?"

Captain Zhang quickly waved his hand:

"No, no, it's just that there's a very troublesome case that I had to come."

By the way, is Comrade Yan home?

Liu Ruyan pointed to the next room:

"Yes, they're here. They should be having tea in the next room right now. You can just go there."

"Okay, then I won't disturb your business any longer."

Yan Jiefang, who was having tea with some old friends from the magazine next door, noticed the commotion outside. He scanned the area with his divine sense and discovered that it was a group of police officers he didn't recognize.

I don't know why they wanted to see me.

However, he didn't care at all and continued chatting with the others.

After all, at his stage, no one could threaten him anymore.

Less than a minute later, Captain Zhang arrived at the meeting room with two officers.

After a brief exchange, Captain Zhang and his team immediately ruled out Yan Jiefang as a suspect.

After all, it was already 9 p.m. when Comrade Yan got off the plane. Even if he drove a Jeep, it would be difficult to drive from the airport to the hotel.

Not to mention carrying out such covert criminal activities.

That's something that humans simply can't do.

Even if you ask someone else to do it, you will definitely leave various traces.

Moreover, Lin Lan was still conscious at the time, so she would have seen anyone enter the room long ago.

She couldn't possibly keep such an important clue to herself.

After the investigation was completed, Yan Jiefang readily agreed to the small request to see the gold medals, and promptly brought out several Olympic gold medals for everyone to see.

The police officers left satisfied.

A few days later, the incident was classified as an accident and the case was closed.

After all, people in this era face just as much pressure as those in later generations, and it's not uncommon for people to suffer cerebral hemorrhages due to stress.

It's just that there haven't been any coincidences like this.

However, Yan Jiefang kept this in mind, thinking that it would be better to be as decisive as before in handling matters in the future.

While causing complete paralysis is extremely torturous, it can also lead to all sorts of unexpected problems.

That very night, he flew to Lin Lan's home, where she had already returned home to recuperate, and used various means to send her to mine 40 meters underground.

Although Lin's parents were heartbroken by their daughter's disappearance, they were mostly relieved.

After all, they are not young anymore, and they can't stand taking care of such a burden every day, feeding, drinking and relieving themselves.

Lin Lan's younger siblings almost clapped and cheered.

This woman goes crazy and screams all day at home, and she poops on the bed every day. The smell is really awful!

It almost suffocated them.

After Lin Lan went missing, the Lin family simply reported the case to the police station, explained the situation, and then stopped paying attention to the matter.

They even secretly hoped that the police would not find this burden.

...

By the end of December, the weather in Beijing had already turned quite cool.

With nothing to do early in the morning, Yan Jiefang drove his two sons, the second and third, to school.

Their home is actually not far from the school; it only takes about ten minutes to walk there.

However, Yan Jiefang figured he had nothing better to do, so he decided to drive them there.

"Dororo, Dororo, the cold wind is freezing me to death, I'm getting a new car tomorrow!"

The second brother, Yan Xueheng, was sitting in the passenger seat when a cold wind blew through the gaps in the car, causing him to shiver and immediately start making funny faces.

He even memorized elementary school texts.

"Dad, you're such a big boss, yet you drive such a beat-up car. It's so embarrassing!"

Yan Jiefang glared at him and parked the car in front of the school.

"Oh, what kind of car do you think I should drive?"

Yan Xueheng's eyes darted around, and he noticed a Toyota Crown passing by their dilapidated 212. He pointed directly at the car and shouted:

"That Crown is quite nice; it looks very high-end. I heard it even has air conditioning. Only a car like that is worthy of your status, Dad!"

He patted his seat a few times.

"Unlike our old car, which is less than three years old, it already leaks air everywhere and looks like a mud-brick house in the countryside, with no style whatsoever."

Actually, that Crown belonged to his classmate's family. This classmate's family was in the foreign trade business, affiliated with a state-owned foreign trade company, acting as an import and export agent.

They've made a fortune in the last few years.

The two didn't get along very well at school.

Yan Jiefang shook his head:

"But your dad is a bit of a radical, and I don't like Japanese cars."

"Cherokee! Dad, let's buy a Cherokee then, it looks so cool!"

The third brother shouted excitedly.

It seems he really likes this car.

The second son, Yan Xueheng, also thought the car was good. What boy doesn't like a cool car?

"Yes! Dad, the Cherokee is pretty good too. Although it's much cheaper than the Crown, it's still a decent car."

But shouldn't we at least get a four-wheel drive version? Otherwise, the lack of power would be quite awkward...

Yan Jiefang glanced at him again:

"Fine, you guys decide. Today, your dad will go buy a four-wheel-drive Cherokee and make our son lose face and prestige."

Yan Xueheng looked embarrassed.

"Dad, so you knew all along..."

"Alright, hurry up and get off the bus to go to school!"

Yan Jiefang waved his hand and shooed his two sons off the car.

Instead of going home, he drove slowly along the street.

During this period, all cars were in high demand and had to be pre-ordered.

If you follow the normal procedures, don't expect to see your car in less than three to five months!

Therefore, Yan Jiefang had no choice but to use his own critical hit system.

This is something that can't be helped.

After all, the country now is not the world's factory with the world's leading industrial and technological level that it will become in the future.

By then, what were Crown and Cherokee? What outdated things were they? Many people had never even heard of them.

It has been out of production for who knows how many years.

At this point in time, we still need to rely on imports for many things.

The country's foundation is simply too weak.

Being penniless is not just a saying; it's a real reality.

With these thoughts in mind, Yan Jiefang kept looking at both sides of the street.

In 88, although the number of cars in Beijing's urban area had begun to gradually increase.

But the most numerous are the bicycles, like a tidal wave; Beijing is now a true bicycle kingdom.

It was rush hour, and bicycles were speeding around everywhere.

To prevent any accidents, Yan Jiefang parked vehicle 212 on the side of the road and waited for the traffic to thin out.

At the same time, if a Cherokee happens to pass by, he will also use his divine sense to observe it.

Check if it's a brand new four-wheel drive version.

If he happens to run into one, it would be good for him to smash dozens of cars right here, rather than having to make a special trip to No. 36 Guangqu Road, Chaoyang District.