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Chapter 891 - 493: When the Rabbit Gets Anxious, It Will Kick the Eagle_2

Chapter 891: Chapter 493: When the Rabbit Gets Anxious, It Will Kick the Eagle_2

But now, caught red-handed by the local police station and with everyone in the town aware, it serves him right for not having a brain!

This is the sort of thing that can only be done, but should never be spoken of. Whoever managed to mess this up is beyond sympathy, not even drawing compassion from anyone. Apart from family members who diligently seek connections to get their loved ones out early, the leaders at the institution were very angry. If it weren’t for saving face, they wouldn’t even bother with this mess, not wanting to ask a single question.

In fact, Sancha River had no idea that D County had blocked quite a few calls already. It wasn’t until someone from the city called to inquire that the county realized Sancha River Town had stirred up such a "big incident."

There was annoyance, to be sure, but it wasn’t necessarily directed at the people from Sancha River police station. As far as the county was concerned, Boss Yan had a decent relationship with them; although they didn’t interact much, Yan Fei had been generous a few times, especially with the big cases involving poachers and the oil theft gang, from which everyone in the county bureau benefited, reaping both honors and substantial rewards.

Moreover, the attitude of Sancha River police station was also commendable—they kept mum about it, not going into details in their reports, clearly prepared to shoulder the blame. Even if they couldn’t handle the heat, they wouldn’t implicate the county bureau.

So, when some tried to use ’face’ to get a release, the county bureau’s staff were direct in their refusal. If you want to take someone away, then go through the proper procedures. Don’t just call and say to release someone; the work at the lower level is being done, and now even the local station chief is paying out of pocket to catch fugitives. How do you expect us to deal with that?

The city didn’t call again because the family of the person who was arrested didn’t have brains. Given what the head of the household was like, one could only imagine what the rest of his family was like.

Seeing that they hadn’t received a word from the institution and no one had been released all morning, one of the families lost their mind and went to find the leaders at their institution.

The leaders at the institution were already extremely angry, and after several phone calls, the person answering at the small police station was completely unyielding, not even showing a modicum of respect. It was incredibly frustrating.

Now that this brainless family had come over, they weren’t speaking very politely: Our person works for your institution, and now they’ve been captured by a small rural police station. If you don’t quickly get them out, then how...

It was clear they had been doing private jobs—and illegal ones at that—yet this family brazenly made it seem as if the institution were entirely at fault. As a result, some were gloating, delighted at the misfortune—let them make a fuss! The bigger the fuss, the better; maybe it will anger the leaders to the point they’ll just fire him. There’s a spot for each turnip in the institution; if they don’t dismiss him, how can we get promoted and receive a pay raise?

Because of this commotion, the institution stopped bothering with the two people who were arrested.

They had already lost face, so might as well just write a self-criticism report to the higher-ups later. If these two had no one backing them, there was no need to wait for them to be released; they could be directly dismissed through a notice.

Since their own institution didn’t care, naturally, others weren’t going to bother poking their noses into the situation, and so the calls to Sancha River started dwindling.

Dang Wenzheng initially regretted the lack of phone calls, preventing him from continuing to put on airs. But then another call came in, with someone on the other end being extremely pushy, demanding the release immediately—if not, then... they should prepare to go back home and sell sweet potatoes!

This made Dang Wenzheng angry. He had never intended to keep going on like this.

He took down the number of the person who directly threatened him, then made a call to Yan Fei, and afterward, he simply unplugged the telephone line. Then, calling over a group of people, he separated those who were detained and began the interrogation.

Not wanting to continue and being outright threatened to leave were not the same. Since they were openly threatening me not to continue, I might as well take someone down with me before I go.

That’s a normal human reaction—even a cornered rabbit will kick an eagle, let alone a human being. Who doesn’t have a spark of temper?

There was no need to worry about those three from the city; the focus was on interrogating these few young men.

These young men also fell into different categories, with two hoodlum-like underlings and that Young Master as the main targets for interrogation, while the two who appeared more adept were put off until later.

Having spent a long time at the police station, don’t think that Dang Wenzheng and his ilk lack education. When it comes to interrogating people, they’re quite skilled.

Those pampered Young Masters who leave home with their parents’ names on their lips, when faced with the temporary workers from small towns, are as helpless as cornered rabbits against these workers. That’s certainly bad luck at its worst.

In less than half an afternoon, those three had confessed everything, even the number of times they wet their pants as children. They really did dig up some dirt, like how the Young Master had "dated" a few girlfriends, one of whom he had coerced into doing the "deed" after getting her drunk, only to later dump her multiple times when she got pregnant.

He also owned a hotel in the Provincial City, which he had bought for twenty thousand yuan.

The hotel wasn’t large, just seven or eight floors. Its location wasn’t that great, being over half a li away from the city center’s Memorial Tower, but it was undoubtedly much closer than Boss Yan’s house.

The hotel was originally state-owned and poorly managed, so responding to the call, they sold off this "loss-making" hotel. The hotel, with its land and building, was worth several million, but it had external debts totaling several million—see, all these external debts prove the hotel was losing money.

Subtract the hotel’s current value from the debts, and you get exactly twenty thousand yuan.

By that calculation, spending twenty thousand to buy the hotel isn’t actionable. Isn’t that how accounts are settled? I buy the restaurant and take over its debts. I cover the difference. Even a child could do this math.

In reality, it’s not such a big deal. At least he spent twenty thousand! If the debt had been even greater, they probably would have had to make up the difference for the Young Master to reluctantly take on such a loss-making hotel.

Having just a confession isn’t enough, but don’t expect more from a small-town police station. All Dang Wenzheng could do was keep the confessions safe. As for finding evidence, if he had that kind of ability, he wouldn’t be stuck in a small police station.

After getting everything in order, Dang Wenzheng had his own plans. He made two copies of the confessions, kept the originals, and only put the rewritten ones with their fingerprints into the record.

With his work done, Dang Wenzheng no longer cared. He locked up the people, left someone to watch the station, and sauntered off to the cattle farm, waiting for a phone call—he knew Director Lin wouldn’t be at ease away from home and would definitely ring the cattle farm if he couldn’t reach the station.

Yan Fei continued to be an absentee manager, lying comfortably in the greenhouse by the riverside, "watching" as the laborers toiled away building his dinosaur world.

In the middle of the night, a bodyguard named Jia Hao arrived, exhausted, with a few others in tow. Fortunately, the rooms Yan Fei had arranged were plentiful. When Guo Jingya called, she didn’t make it clear that among the four lawyers she invited, there was a woman included.

Upon arrival, the two lawyers didn’t complain of being tired. First, they pulled Yan Fei aside and got the full picture of the entire incident. Then, they advised, "I’m afraid just claiming that there was coercion in the deal isn’t enough; the evidence is somewhat lacking."

Heizi was visibly annoyed, "How can it not be enough? They’ve admitted it themselves, and everyone in our place can prove it."

"Confessions can be recanted, and the people from your site are also parties to the matter. Even if all of you are witnesses, you still lack material evidence," said the female lawyer with a poker face. "Let’s leave it at this for now. Hasn’t the police station only issued a detention penalty? If it were really a case of forced buying and selling, it wouldn’t just be a detention."

Yan Fei patted Heizi, stopping him from continuing to argue. After pondering for a moment, he still didn’t reveal the confessions Dang Wenzheng had provided to him.

The reason for withholding them was straightforward and the same as for inviting these lawyers: family scandals should not be spread abroad. It was enough for him to know about the incident. Letting these people from Hong Kong know that this is how things were done here—how embarrassing! Everyone needs a bit of dignity, and even if some people are shameless, we should keep ours! Before the other side does something even more shameless, let’s hold onto this bit of dignity.