Chapter 59

The old police officer, upon seeing the license plate of the first car, a Mercedes S600 starting with "Jing A80," knew something was wrong. When he saw the second car, a black Hongqi I5 with a license plate starting with "Jing AG6," he hurriedly called the station chief.

Wang Dongliang, seeing the grand array, smiled and said to Cheng Xiaoyu, "See, my buddy is giving me face, he’s brought reinforcements." But then he thought, "I only called him ten minutes ago, it shouldn’t be this quick, right?"

Su Weilan got out of the Hongqi I5. He was 28 years old, held a position at Shanghe Records' Beijing branch, and also ran a media company with friends, mainly dealing with book number trading, organizing celebrity concerts, and investing in films. With a strong family background, he was doing quite well in the city.

Today, Zhou Peipei called her father, which gave Su Weilan the chance to drive the Hongqi with the "Jing AG6" plate. But as soon as he entered the small police station, he felt like he was parading in fine clothes at night. It was a bit overkill to bring out a high-ranking official just for a small matter.

Su Weilan, dressed in a black modified Zhongshan suit, though not in politics, liked to look like he was part of the system. He deliberately mimicked his father’s style and speech. When he got out of the car, he first looked around. He didn’t know Cheng Xiaoyu, but seeing all the eyes in the yard focused on him, he felt like he had entered a pyramid scheme. He had no choice but to shout, "Xiaoyu, where are you?"

Su Yuxi was surrounded in the car, with people all around. Su Weiran hadn’t been seen yet. Cheng Xiaoyu finally relaxed and loudly responded, "Second Brother, I’m here." He raised his left hand, which wasn’t cuffed, and waved.

At this moment, everyone realized that these two had actually run out of the room. But the presence of the three cars had intimidated everyone, and no one dared to speak.

The old police officer called the station chief, and upon seeing that this fat man had a background, quickly came over to unlock Cheng Xiaoyu and Wang Dongliang’s handcuffs.

Cheng Xiaoyu pressed the skin hanging from his wrist onto the still bleeding wound, wincing in pain. He walked over to Su Weilan, with the old police officer following behind.

Two men in neat inspector uniforms, both in their thirties and clearly former soldiers, got out of the inspection car. One of them asked the old police officer, "Who is your station chief? Where is he?"

The old police officer immediately ran over, bending down and said, "The station chief is on duty, he’ll be back soon."

The other man, who got out from the passenger side, turned and asked, "Which district is this under?"

The old police officer respectfully replied, "Shunyi District."

The man then asked, "Is your district chief Fang Yuntao?"

The old police officer’s heart sank, thinking that the station chief’s position was probably not safe. He forced a smile and said, "Yes, yes."

The man said to the other inspector, "Xiao Li, call Fang Yuntao and tell him to come and handle this within 20 minutes. Is this still a government office? It’s a den of bandits."

He then got back into the car without any intention of going inside.

Su Weilan walked over to Cheng Xiaoyu and asked, "Where’s Yuxi?"

Cheng Xiaoyu replied, "Still trapped in the car."

Su Weilan walked towards the Audi, and Cheng Xiaoyu followed. The auxiliary police officers silently made way, not daring to make a sound. Those who didn’t recognize the license plates saw the entry permits lined up on the windows of the three cars. The last Land Rover had a red security plate, which everyone in the city knew meant the ability to control traffic and the presence of armed personnel.

Su Yuxi, not knowing what was happening outside, still had Zheng Long pinned down. When Su Weilan knocked on the window and she saw him, she let go.

Zheng Long, thinking this girl was scared, didn’t notice the situation outside. He turned and slapped her with anger. The pain was secondary; mainly, this girl had made him lose face. But before his hand could reach her, Su Yuxi hit him with an elbow, causing his nose to bleed. Zheng Long, holding his nose and in pain, cursed her repeatedly, thinking about how he would torment her later.

Su Yuxi opened the car door and walked out. Cheng Xiaoyu immediately rushed over, grabbed Zheng Long’s leg, and dragged him out. Despite the many Zheng family minions around, none dared to intervene. Cheng Xiaoyu grabbed a police baton from a nearby auxiliary officer and started beating Zheng Long, cursing, "F*ck your grandpa."

Zheng Long, seeing the many minions who were now silent, and Cheng Xiaoyu and Su Weilan in Zhongshan suits, realized the situation was out of his control.

Su Weilan had no intention of stopping Cheng Xiaoyu and smiled at Su Yuxi, "Are you okay, Yuxi? Did this little punk try to molest you?"

Su Yuxi stretched her slightly sore arm and calmly replied, "I’m fine. I was trying to call you, but he reached for my phone, so I took the opportunity to pin him against the window."

Wang Dongliang, seeing the situation turn, also kicked Zheng Long a few times and whispered, "For being so arrogant."

Su Weilan, seeing the injuries on Cheng Xiaoyu’s hand and the blood on Wang Dongliang’s head, said, "Xiaoyu, you and your friend stop fighting. I’ll handle this. I’ll have someone take you to the hospital to treat your injuries and get a medical evaluation." Without waiting for Cheng Xiaoyu’s opinion, he told them to get into the Mercedes.

The driver of the Mercedes was Wu Fan, the secretary of Uncle Su Changqing. The car was also Su Changqing’s, with a red plate displaying "National A" and "Safety." Su Weilan greeted Wu Fan, and the Mercedes started, taking them to the nearest hospital. Wu Fan didn’t talk to them during the ride and went out to make calls after arranging everything at the hospital.

Cheng Xiaoyu’s wrist was stitched and bandaged, and he would likely feel pain when touching instruments for a while. Wang Dongliang’s injuries were lighter, with a net and bandage on his head, making him look a bit silly.

Su Weilan called Cheng Xiaoyu to inform him of the results. Zheng Long, with a criminal record, had been arrested and would be charged together with other cases, likely facing at least five years in prison. If the investigation revealed a gang nature, as the main culprit, he might not be out for 16 to 17 years. The Wangqiao police station chief was suspended, and Zheng Jun was required to stay in Jincheng, reporting to the local police station daily for investigation. The other small fry, including Biaozi, were temporarily detained at the police station, with the case tentatively classified as a gang crime. If confirmed, they would all face over ten years in prison. Zheng Jun wrote a check for three million yuan to cover Cheng Xiaoyu and Wang Dongliang’s medical and car repair expenses.

Cheng Xiaoyu, upon receiving this call, felt the power of authority for the first time.

In this world, there is no absolute fairness. All the unfairness is due to the parties’ lack of ability. If Cheng Xiaoyu were just an ordinary person, he would have to endure and avoid trouble. The law is not a weapon but a paper armor.

Everyone has someone or something they want to protect, but when they can’t protect it, they blame themselves for being useless. Cheng Xiaoyu felt this way at the moment.

Cheng Xiaoyu found Wang Dongliang and asked him to take the car to the 4S shop for repairs. He would cover all the costs and provide additional compensation to Wang Dongliang.

Wang Dongliang had already called his friends in the system to recount the day’s legendary experience. When he mentioned the car with the "Jing AG6" plate, his friend accused him of lying. There were only 200 "Jing AG6" plates in Jincheng. Wang Dongliang argued with his friend until he mentioned Su Dongshan’s name, which made his friend believe him. This made Wang Dongliang realize the depth of Cheng Xiaoyu’s background. Later, he searched Cheng Xiaoyu’s name online and found out he was the rich kid who crashed a Ferrari in SH, making him even more uneasy, fearing he might have offended Cheng Xiaoyu. So when Cheng Xiaoyu offered compensation, Wang Dongliang quickly refused, "No need, the car isn’t badly damaged, and there’s insurance. No need to worry about the repair costs." He stammered, "Will there be any trouble when I go to pick up the car?"

Cheng Xiaoyu casually replied, "The tall one is Zheng Long, who has been arrested and is likely to face over ten years in prison. The others are being treated as a gang, and if they have criminal records, they won’t get off lightly. The police station chief, whom I’ve never met, has been dismissed."

This made Wang Dongliang even more regretful for getting involved with these high-ranking officials. He forced a smile and said, "Brother Cheng, I’ll call you that, right? If I inadvertently offended you, please forgive me. When you have time, call your sister, no, just you, and I’ll treat you to a meal at Wangfu Hotel."

Cheng Xiaoyu deliberately made the situation sound more severe, with a purpose. He had learned on the plane that Wang Dongliang was a senior executive at Miaopu Network and had connections with the university network alliance. Cheng Xiaoyu had an idea to create a social network, and Wang Dongliang was the perfect entry point.

This winter, he had recorded a song to upload to a music website. While researching the three major music websites in China, he found that social networks like Facebook and ** had not yet been born. In the upcoming smartphone era, this would be a powerful tool for making money. Initially, it was just a money-making idea, but today’s experience changed his mind. He felt he needed to arm himself with power and wealth. All beautiful things are easily coveted, and he didn’t want to rely on others for safety. Essentially, he wasn’t a child and felt he should take responsibility like an adult.

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Brother Liang, don’t be so formal. Just call me Xiaoyu. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ll treat you to a meal, and I have some questions to ask. I’ll pay you for your time. My brother got a settlement of three million yuan, but I don’t think it will end there." The three million yuan was not for his brother’s sake but to scare the other party with the "Jing AG6" plate. Su Weilan, though doing well, wasn’t that powerful.

Wang Dongliang was terrified. Losing three million yuan and still facing prison was a serious matter. He treated Cheng Xiaoyu with utmost respect, "Of course! I’ll call you Young Master Yu. If you need anything, just ask. If there’s anything I can help with, just let me know."

No matter what Cheng Xiaoyu asked, Wang Dongliang planned to comply. These high-ranking officials were ruthless, and he couldn’t afford to offend them.

Cheng Xiaoyu could guess Wang Dongliang’s thoughts, but for Wang Dongliang, this was also an opportunity. Cheng Xiaoyu didn’t intend to reassure him; he knew that only benefits could truly win loyalty.

Cheng Xiaoyu wanted to say more to Wang Dongliang, but his phone rang. It was Aunt Zhou. He immediately answered, as Aunt Zhou had come to the hospital to see him. Cheng Xiaoyu said he was fine and would come out soon. He told Wang Dongliang they would contact tomorrow, said goodbye, and left the hospital.

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