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The leading officer first recognized Zhang Lingyun, and surprisingly, he also knew Stilt and a few others lying on the ground. Following the gestures of his companions, he turned back and gasped at the row of luxury cars parked by the roadside.
There was no need to ask; it was clear that these young masters had caused trouble for no reason, but for some unknown cause, they had suffered a significant loss here.
As he pondered how to handle the situation next, Zhang Lingyun spoke again, "Director Jiao, we..."
Director Jiao raised a hand to stop him: "Let's head to the station for questioning!" He then pointed at me and Brother Biao. "You two are coming along too!"
At Jincheng Street Station, we were separated for our statements. From just after one in the morning until dawn broke, Director Jiao finally arrived in the interrogation room where Brother Biao and I were sitting. "Preliminary assessment indicates that their group was causing trouble! However, there are also circumstances of excessive defense on your part. Given that they instigated this first... they have decided not to pursue charges. Now, we need you to provide a letter of understanding stating that you will not pursue their actions either..."
Brother Biao and I were completely confused. Brother Biao asked bluntly, "Officer, if we sign this letter of understanding, can we go?"
"Principally, yes," Director Jiao replied.
"What about those guys?" I inquired.
Director Jiao seemed unsure how to respond: "..."
Seeing my bewildered expression, Director Jiao patiently explained, "These people have some connections... Of course, their families are quite principled. But even if I hold them here for a few days, what good would it do you? Your boss still needs to do business here; it's better to avoid unnecessary trouble. If you ask me, you should just..."
"The glass is broken and the door is damaged; our boss will definitely make us pay!" Brother Biao said foolishly.
Upon hearing Brother Biao's words, Director Jiao suddenly relaxed and asked us for Fat Boss Chen Senran's phone number: "Give me the number; I'll talk to him!" Then he left.
Before long, Director Jiao returned with a phone in hand: "Which one of you will take your boss's call?"
I answered it. On the other end, Boss Chen spoke with an unprecedented sincerity and warmth: "Are you two okay? As long as you're unharmed! Don't worry about the glass or the door! Just listen to Director Jiao; do whatever he says. How could Uncle Police harm us... Not only will you not have to pay for anything, but your bravery in standing up to bad people will also earn you recognition... The company will commend you! Just follow what Director Jiao says..."
In the end, through mediation at the station, Zhang Lingyun and his group compensated Wangji Funeral Company for all losses incurred and promised not to cause any further trouble.
Before leaving, Director Jiao handed each of us a business card: "I'm Jiao Dejun, the deputy director here."
As for what happened to those individuals afterward, I figured it was no longer my concern. Little did I know that from that moment on, I had unwittingly forged a connection with Ma Shaoyong (Stilt), the second-generation official.
Early in the morning, Chen Senran, the owner of Wangji Funeral Company, was brushing his teeth when he received a phone call from the police station that startled him!
To be honest, in any business, it's rare to operate without any issues. Take selling goods as an example; there are always problems like shortchanging customers or passing off inferior products. Business owners fear inspections from the industry and commerce department, while restaurant owners also worry about health and sanitation regulations. The funeral industry is a specialized field that not only faces scrutiny from regular departments but also has to comply with oversight from civil affairs, public security, fire safety, and various other agencies.
He received a call from Jiao Dejun, the deputy director of Jincheng Road Police Station: "Is this Boss Chen? I'm Jiao Dejun, the deputy director of Jincheng Road Police Station..."
Chen Senran's mind raced as he wondered what minor infraction his funeral home might have been caught on. He hurriedly responded, "Hello, Director Jiao..."
Fortunately, the caller was relatively polite: "Well, your shop had a bit of an incident last night. There are some matters I need to inform you about!"
From his tone, it didn’t seem like there was a major problem. Chen Senran felt a bit relieved and quickly replied, "Director Jiao, please go ahead with any instructions. It's every citizen's duty to cooperate with our work!"
The conversation flowed smoothly after that, but when he heard that not only had the glass on the second floor been smashed but also that the front door on the first floor had been damaged, he felt a pang in his heart and couldn’t help but gasp.
Director Jiao had dealt with similar situations many times before and analyzed it from two perspectives: "First of all, those who caused the damage will definitely have to compensate for it; everyone is equal before the law! On another note, the parents of these kids hold important jobs and are usually quite busy... But don’t worry; I will notify them to strictly discipline their children and prevent them from engaging in activities that harm social order."
Reading between the lines of Deputy Director Jiao’s words, Chen Senran understood perfectly. He patted his chest and assured him, "I understand, Director Jiao. I'll tell those two employees of mine that you have a lot on your plate and we shouldn’t distract your team with our small issues! It’s just a minor incident; however you handle it will be fine with us."
After hanging up, Chen Senran drove hastily to the shop. Upon arrival, he saw that the roll-up door was in shambles with a large hole about a meter square. The glass on the second floor was shattered all over the place, and even the aluminum window frame had come loose (let's not mention that I kicked it). The scene was chaotic.
Looking at his two dejected employees, Brother Biao and another worker, Chen Senran couldn't contain his anger: "Now tell me what happened?"
When he learned that those who came looking for trouble were driving luxury cars and had substantial backgrounds, Fat Boss was left agape in shock.
He considered simply walking away from it all but then thought about Mr. Zhao and Deputy Director Jiang... He hesitated because it seemed like the head of Jincheng Street Police Station hadn’t shown much hostility either.
Sighing to himself, he decided to deal with it as it came.
He contacted relevant companies to come repair the door and install new windows and glass.
With that matter settled for now, business soon came knocking.
A call came from the traffic police; there had been a chain collision on Eastern Ring Expressway resulting in fatalities. With family consent, they requested Wangji Funeral Company to send a vehicle to retrieve the deceased.
In this funeral home, Brother Biao and I were just “running errands,” doing whatever tasks needed doing—even handling something as grim as transporting bodies ourselves.
During our time at the funeral home, Brother Biao and I had seen all sorts of deceased individuals—normal deaths aside—we had encountered victims of car accidents, explosions, blunt force trauma, poisoning, hanging... But what we were about to lift next would surpass anything we had ever encountered before.
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