diymy Chapter 2448 - 1547: Well-Matched in Social Status
Chapter 2448 - 1547: Well-Matched in Social Status
"Brother Li, I’ve told you everything I know."
The wise man knows when to yield.
The suspect Haui, caught "red-handed," ultimately chose to come clean, convinced it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Spilling paint?
Such a gentle tactic.
Not murder or arson.
"Brother Li, I was just helping out."
He forced a smile, his eyes cold, staring at Fu Zili, hinting it was time for the man to keep his promise.
Fu Zili had clearly said earlier that once the confusion was resolved, he would leave.
But Haui forgot.
What impression does he hold of the man?
Sly and treacherous!
Can you really take a sly person’s words seriously?
"Brother Haui, rest a bit longer."
Fu Zili nodded, ignoring Haui’s changing expression, put down his legs, stood up, opened the door, and walked out, leaving his two henchmen by the bedside like grim reapers.
Truly inhumane.
At least leave some room for the man to dress.
Outside.
Fu Zili sat on the sofa, looked at the bunch of props on the coffee table, and the unidentified powder on foil paper, then pulled out his phone.
By now, only half a day had passed since Jiang Chen called him.
Thanks to the rare car.
Otherwise.
Efficiency wouldn’t have been this high.
The hearse truly brings fortune.
"I’ve tracked it down, the owner of the car is a guy nicknamed Haui, I’m currently in his room."
Meanwhile.
Jiang Chen was in his aunt Jiang Huazi’s convenience store, helping Tie Jun grab cigarettes and alcohol.
Drinking and smoking supplies are essential for weddings, and this provides a big business opportunity for Jiang Huazi, as Tie Jun puts it, giving benefits to one’s own people.
Jiang Chen held his phone, walked out of the store: "Haui?"
"Yeah, he used to drive a taxi, later climbed up through city connections, monopolizing half the taxi market. His two biggest hobbies are drugs and fooling around with married women."
Fu Zili leaned forward, arms resting on his thighs, fiddling with the foil paper, "Last night, he partied hard, and fell asleep at a hotel. When I found him, he was unconscious. According to him, last night he was just following orders; it was Green Land Real Estate Development Company that hired him."
The name Haui was unheard of, but upon hearing "Green Land," Jiang Chen immediately understood.
Tsk.
It truly proves the old saying.
Those in real estate are never benign.
"Green Land, what’s your conflict with them?"
Fu Zili couldn’t help but pry further, as curiosity is human.
"Not me. The Fang Family."
Given that kind of relationship, there’s no need to hide.
"..."
Fu Zili was slightly stunned, unexpected, "The Fang Family?"
The explanation would be lengthy, so Jiang Chen didn’t bother, "Got it, thanks for your effort."
He didn’t even bother verifying how reliable this confession might be.
With the name Green Land, it’s undoubtedly the truth.
He initially wanted to resolve the issue through legitimate means, but the opponent kept intensifying things.
Life seems to be like this.
If you don’t bully others, they think of bullying you.
"What about handling Haui?"
Fu Zili asked.
Green Land has strong influence in Sha City, deeply rooted connections, far surpassing Haui who climbed up solely relying on a woman.
But the Fang Family?
Just ordinary citizens.
Fu Zili couldn’t fathom what kind of entanglement could arise between them, but since Jiang Chen didn’t speak, he naturally wouldn’t pry.
"Send him to Tie Jun’s wife, to the mental health center, suitable for rehab."
"..."
Fu Zili’s expression turned peculiar, then he nodded, "Okay."
"Stay in touch."
The call ended.
Fu Zili put down his phone, rubbed his face, unable to suppress a chuckle.
Indeed.
Just as he felt after hearing the truth.
If the paint had been spilled on Jiang Chen’s doorstep, there might have been room for maneuver.
But it splashed the Fang Family’s door.
Fu Zili got up and walked back inside the room.
Haui still sat on the bed as before, seeing him return, forced a smile worse than crying, tolerance reaching its limit.
"Brother Li, it’s over, right?"
Fu Zili stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down, nodded, "Yes, it’s over."
Haui breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately saw Fu Zili pick up his phone and, right in front of him, unambiguously dial the police.
"Is this 110? I want to report drug abuse, the address is MENDON Hotel 5015, please hurry."
Haui was stunned, then his expression drastically changed.
"Damn it!"
Unable to contain himself, he cursed furiously, "Fu, are you not playing by the rules?"
Fu Zili felt no shame, concisely reporting to the authorities, then set down his phone, facing the broken Haui and the anxious woman beside him, his face remained serene, reflecting only the honor of being a conscientious citizen.
"Rules are man-made. Numerous anti-drug heroes have sacrificed their lives for this great cause; you tell me, should I report it."
"Screw you!"
Haui’s face twisted with anger, raising his hand in fury, "Don’t give me this righteous crap, you’re deliberately screwing me over, huh?!"
"Smack!"
The guy next to him unceremoniously slapped him, causing Haui to tumble onto the bed.
Technically speaking.
Conversations between bosses don’t need his intrusion?
Truly not following the rules.
"What are you doing? The police will be here soon."
Fu Zili spoke softly, appearing to rebuke.
Haui sat up, casually wiped the blood from his lip, while the woman beside was already pale, but he truly exuded a certain air, baring his vibrant teeth.