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Chapter 935 - 509 Turns Out This Is Mediation_2

Chapter 935: Chapter 509 Turns Out This Is Mediation_2

All these abilities come from the little things, such as when there’s an issue in the township, whether you, the secretary, can secure more benefits for the village than other villages, or perhaps just a little bit of preferential treatment or something. It really only takes a little to prove that you’re indeed better than the other villages, and the villagers will recognize that—don’t underestimate a small benefit, with it, when villagers go out and talk to people from other villages, they can boast a few more sentences.

Seeing how promptly Yan Fei agreed, Secretary Yan’s face lit up even more, "Then let’s order some dishes! Boss Yan, you decide, it’s a rare honor to have Boss Yan visit, so today you have got to let me treat you. You didn’t come alone, did you? Whoever else is outside, come in and join us for a meal."

Yan Fei declined, "I only brought Heizi along, let’s just settle the matter this way, we can eat together some other time! Just yesterday I was in the Provincial City, I only got back last night, there’s still quite a bit to deal with at the site."

"Ah, come on! Don’t be shy..." Secretary Yan was very enthusiastic.

"I really do have things to take care of, I need to prepare a bit since these days are busy. There’s some entrepreneurs’ symposium being organized by the city and county, and they asked me to attend. I have no experience with that and was actually looking to ask around about what these meetings entail." Conveniently, this errand from his recent return served as a reason for his refusal.

"Well then, I won’t press you any further, Boss Yan, we’ll talk another time. Speaking of which, Boss Yan, you now have quite the reputation in the city and county as a big boss!" Secretary Yan rubbed his hands together, pretending to be somewhat curious as he asked, "By the way, Boss Yan, what were your thoughts on coming here to mediate? I mean, what would you have done if I hadn’t agreed? No offense, just curious, heh heh..."

The one known as "Little Yama", acting all hand-rubbing and embarrassed, made even the unsophisticated Yan Fei feel the old man was putting on an act.

After thinking it over, he smiled and said, "If I say it, we’ll hurt our friendship, let’s not talk about it then!"

"That’s...hehe!" Secretary Yan didn’t press further, but his intentions were quite clear. "I’m just really curious, I feel like I have a strong case, you know?"

"I won’t mention the underhanded methods, let’s just talk about doing things by the book, and whether you have a case or not would still require a lawsuit." Yan Fei, seeing he was not giving up until he was at wit’s end, spoke candidly, "I’ve looked into it too, their actions could only be considered a brawl, and they didn’t use any deadly weapons, just hit each other a few times with billiard balls and cues, not a severe case. Especially since after the fight, it was only Old Zhou and your kid still brawling. A fractured shin won’t result in a disability, at most it’s classified as a minor injury legally, so it’s not a big deal."

As mentioned before, all of this is common sense. The nature of a group fight and one-on-one brawling are different, and there’s a distinction between reciprocal fighting and one-sided beating. Whether weapons are used in a fight, and what kind of weapons, also makes a difference. For instance, fighting with a stick is much lesser in gravity than fighting with a knife—a stick means a much lighter case, but a knife is considered a deadly weapon.

Yan Fei’s understanding of this was not just superficial, as his girlfriend attended Provincial University Law School and he had a group of laborers with "personal experiences" around him!

Worried that Secretary Yan might not comprehend, he elaborated, "The place of the brawl belongs to Old Zhou, and all the damages are his losses. With some connections and a good lawyer, this matter really isn’t hard to handle. Last time I had a little trouble, I got two lawyers from Hong Kong. If we were to bring in lawyers from there to handle the lawsuit, it wouldn’t be so clear who’s right and who’s wrong! Besides, your kid also smashed a streetlight, this destruction of public property is not a small matter if pursued, so something apparently minor might not actually be minor."

"Hehe, that’s the difference a cultured person makes." Secretary Yan heard Yan Fei’s thorough preparation and detailed explanation, his mind churning with unknown thoughts, but he began awkwardly rubbing his hands again anyway.

Yan Fei was still not satisfied, they were all from the same town, who wouldn’t know who?

How does that saying go, we’re all wolves, so why pretend to be sheep—you, who is known as "Little Yama", why put up such a meek front?

"We are all from the same town, and making a scene like this doesn’t look good. The longer it drags out, the deeper the grudges become, and it’s not worth it. It is you, Secretary Yan, who truly understands the greater good, and surely everyone will praise your reasonableness afterwards," Yan Fei said with a smile.

"That’s right, that’s right, hehe!" Secretary Yan continued to show his embarrassment.

Actually, Yan Fei was wrong, Secretary Yan was truly impressed by now; no matter how influential he was, it was limited to Sancha River, this small pond, and he was less informed about the outside world. When he heard that Yan Fei could even hire lawyers from Hong Kong, his spirits immediately dampened—this was to be expected, as outsiders often hold more sway in such matters.

So, he really dared not ask any further about the unconventional method Yan Fei had just mentioned—he’d said it could truly damage their relationship.

It was just as well he didn’t ask, for if he had persisted, it would have been a difficult matter to address. Given Yan Sanfen’s capabilities, he preferred the irregular methods, easily managed with a wave of his hand—though, this was a trivial issue, and thus no need to push it.

Yan Fei didn’t want to waste more time, so he said, "If that’s all, let’s head out! We won’t order dishes and take up this room inappropriately."

Secretary Yan, however, remembered the incident with smashing the street lights, "About my kid smashing the street lights, it’s just a few lights. I’ll ask around in the township to figure out how much I owe for the damage, we can’t have people criticize us, can we?"

"I knew Secretary Yan was wise and understood the greater good, that’s much better!" Yan Fei smiled. "Let’s settle it then, thank you for giving me face this time. I’ll stop by the police station later and let Old Zhou have a warm meal at home!"

Secretary Yan was very polite, "No need to thank me, Boss Yan. It wouldn’t be proper for me to go, so I’ll trouble you to make the trip. After you..."

The two men left as if they were old friends of many years.

After dropping by the police station, Yan Fei waited for Zhou Dalian to come out and briefed him on the outcome. Needless to say, Zhou Dalian pounded his chest, promising how he would return the favor in the future.

On the way back to the cattle farm, Heizi kept asking what exactly had been discussed. Yan Fei simply shared the outcome, leaving out the rest—as others had given him face, he needed to allow them to save face as well.

Heizi was unbearably frustrated, feeling as irritated as if a cat had been scratching at his heart all day.

He wasn’t the only one; everyone else felt the same. It was rare to have such a juicy topic to discuss, yet no news had leaked, which seemed incredibly—unscientific and contrary to the laws of development.

In the afternoon, all sorts of guesses and rumors started to circulate, but they were all baseless speculations. At that time, Boss Yan could be sure that besides the other side’s kitchen, the two guest rooms on this side were unoccupied.

However, news soon spread from Yan Village: Secretary Yan had sacrificed himself for the greater good, and for the village’s future prospects of receiving more cattle breeding quotas, he even let go of the matter of his own son’s broken leg. He also actively compensated for the damaged street lights, demonstrating a spirit of sacrificing one for the happiness of the entire village—"Since I’ve shown such wisdom and righteousness, remember to vote for me in the next election, give me your support."

Boss Yan, of course, was portrayed in a positive light, contributing to the harmonious development of Sancha River Town!

If the issue went on, no matter the outcome, both parties involved would be dissatisfied, and even the local onlookers wouldn’t be pleased with the result. Now, this resolution was favorable, completely aligned with the development rules of Sancha River.

In summary, the matter was resolved satisfactorily, with all three parties saving face. Even Zhou Dalian, who had just been released, didn’t lose any dignity—having Boss Yan plea on his behalf was a display of capability, and settling the matter with just the medical expenses was considered honorable.

These days, medical costs aren’t prohibitive; it was only a broken lower leg bone, and the patient was young, not a big deal—a matter of just one or two thousand yuan. If the bones were misaligned, they’d be reset; if not, it was even simpler, just apply medicine and a plaster cast. In a few days, it wouldn’t interfere with hobbling around the house on crutches.

Of course, this applied to Sancha River’s pricing. Elsewhere, expenses could be higher—if the doctor recommended an imported steel plate implant, the ’imported’ label meant the hospital dictated the price. Surgical fees were one part of the cost, then with the complication came a longer hospital stay, and later, another surgery to remove the plate, raising the total expense.

From this perspective, being poor had its advantages, saving one from unnecessary trouble. With a cold or fever, you would visit the clinic and get a few packs of medicine for a few dimes, or if it was more serious, a couple of injections, costing definitively no more than ten dimes. Even an appendicitis operation in the county hospital, including a few days of hospitalization, was around three hundred yuan—minor ailments couldn’t cost that much.