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Chapter 1266 - 874 thanks for the reward! Seeking monthly votes!_2

Chapter 1266: 874 thanks for the reward! Seeking monthly votes!_2

"Last night, the police launched a massive operation, a true raid of thunder, shutting down all entertainment venues in the city. Who knows how many people they arrested?"

"Seriously?"

Pan Hui looked genuinely surprised.

"Of course, it’s true. Many people saw it happen with their own eyes."

"Who did you hear this from?"

"Old Xiao. His son works at the Golden Coast."

"What’s the Golden Coast?"

"One of the top entertainment clubs in Sha City."

Fang Weiguo blurted out, and at the same time, Fang Qing was already lowering her head, sighing.

As expected.

With a loud "bang," Pan Hui slammed her chopsticks on the table, startling Jiang Chen.

"You seem to know quite a lot—top club in Sha City, so clear. Been there yourself, haven’t you?"

Judging by his age, Fang Weiguo was just barely in his early fifties, relatively late to have children by the standards of his generation. According to the current national explanation, he would still be considered middle-aged.

Fang Weiguo was stunned. Seeing his wife’s expression, he realized he might have said something wrong.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Both kids are sitting right here!"

"Why should I care? You’re a grown man. If you dare to do it, surely you dare to admit it."

"Admit what?"

Fang Weiguo looked thoroughly embarrassed and flustered. "Do you really think I would go to a place like that?"

"Who knows."

"Aunt Pan, Uncle Fang is definitely not that kind of person."

Jiang Chen defended him.

"Jiang Chen understands me better than anyone else!"

Fang Weiguo quickly added.

"You’re truly reckless with your words. The only reason I know about it is because Old Xiao talks about it all the time. His son works as a supervisor there, doing that kind of thing, and he even seems proud, constantly bragging about it."

"His son works there—hasn’t he invited you to check it out?"

"Look at your mom."

Out of options, Fang Weiguo turned to his daughter for some sense of fairness.

Fang Qing raised her head, her smile resigned, but before she could speak, Pan Hui interjected: "Men only behave when they’re nailed to the wall."

Pan Hui picked her chopsticks back up.

As the sole young man at the table, Jiang Chen stayed unfazed, his chopsticks steady as he grabbed some food.

Of course.

Aunt Pan clearly wasn’t targeting him.

Fang Weiguo chose not to argue anymore and continued, "Old Xiao always brags about how powerful his son’s boss is, but even Golden Coast wasn’t spared last night. His son’s boss got arrested too."

"What about his son?"

Pan Hui’s mood seemed to calm a little.

"What do you think happened? Can’t run, can’t hide. Old Xiao is frantically pulling strings everywhere, trying to get his son out. But once you’re in, getting out is easier said than done. If it were that easy to get out, he wouldn’t have gotten in to begin with."

Fang Weiguo rambled on like a tongue-twister.

"Dad, you really see things clearly."

Fang Weiguo chuckled wryly. "Your old man has eaten more rice than you have years. Old Xiao’s son’s boss, the owner of Golden Coast, definitely had connections, but an operation this big—it has to have been ordered by high-ranking officials. Golden Coast’s owner’s connections were insufficient, which is why he ended up getting arrested."

"Could it have been your order?" Pan Hui asked.

"..."

Fang Weiguo was instantly tongue-tied.

Fang Qing smirked but didn’t intervene, quietly eating her meal.

After more than twenty years, she was long used to it. If her parents stopped bickering one day, she’d probably find it unsettling.

"By the way, you two should check in with Fu Zili to see if he was affected."

Fang Weiguo suddenly brought it up—after all, he’d watched Fu Zili grow up. Despite Fu now being involved in shady business, it didn’t stop him from caring.

Jiang Chen stayed silent, pondering whether he should speak the truth. But Fang Qing helped him avoid the dilemma.

"Fu Zili has already been taken in."

The two of them instantly looked over in unison.

"Taken in?"

Fang Weiguo asked tentatively.

Fang Qing calmly nodded.

The Fang couple exchanged a glance.

"Jiang Chen and I have already gone to see him. It’s no big deal. Walking along the riverbank often enough, it’s inevitable to get your shoes wet. Sometimes, stumbling can be a good thing—especially for someone like him."

"I figured—sooner or later..." Pan Hui sighed.

"The kind of money you make determines the risks you must bear." Fang Weiguo muttered with a note of reflection.

"Is he doing okay in there?"

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, you don’t need to worry." Jiang Chen said with a grin. "You know Fu Zili’s personality, you watched him grow up. He’s probably treating it like a vacation inside."

Fang Weiguo gave a silent laugh, shaking his head.

"That kid was born for the streets. Asking him to do serious work is as pointless as asking a cripple to run—it’s simply unrealistic. He must have prepared himself for this."

Fang Weiguo paused, then continued. "Still, you’ve been friends since childhood. Do what you can to help him if possible. Whatever he may be to others, at least he treats us decently."

"Kids’ affairs, let them deal with it..." Pan Hui wasn’t overly conservative herself. Earning money, after all, was understandable. Naturally, she had her own views about Fu Zili, and wouldn’t voice support in this situation. After all, no statement was made before a sudden urgent pounding on the door interrupted the conversation.

The banging sounded urgent.

More importantly, it didn’t seem to be at their door.

There were only two households on this floor, so if it wasn’t theirs, it had to be...

"Could it be your aunt?"

Pan Hui turned to Jiang Chen.

The child rarely came home, so it seemed unlikely someone would visit.

"It shouldn’t be. I haven’t told my aunt I’m still here."

If not her, then who could it be?

Both Fang Weiguo and Pan Hui found it odd.

"I’ll go check."

Just as Jiang Chen was about to get up—"Bang bang bang!"—

This time, it was the Fang family door shaking violently.

"Fang Weiguo! Fang Weiguo!"

A voice called from outside.

"Director Zhou?"

Fang Weiguo recognized the voice—it was the resident committee director—and grew even more puzzled.

"Bang bang bang!"

The knocking and shouting continued.

"Go open the door!"

Pan Hui urged him.

Fang Weiguo set his chopsticks down, stood up, walked over to the door, unlocked and pulled it open.

The voice wasn’t mistaken.

"Director Zhou, what brings you here?"

Out of breath—possibly from climbing the stairs or shouting—the female director pointed toward Jiang Chen’s family door. "That—That kid from the Jiang family, do you know where he is?"

Fang Weiguo paused reflexively, then glanced inside.

The neighborhood leader instantly peeked through the doorway, spotted Jiang Chen, and her eyes lit up. She swiftly bypassed Fang Weiguo and hurried inside.

"You’re Jiang Chen?"

She stared eagerly at him and asked briskly.

Jiang Chen nodded.

Fang Weiguo closed the door and returned to the table, introducing her. "This is Director Zhou from the resident committee."

Jiang Chen obviously didn’t know her.

Of course.

She didn’t know him either.

"Director Zhou, have you eaten? If not, please join us for a bite." Pan Hui stood up courteously. Although she was just the resident committee director, compared to their ordinary household, she at least had some official status. They often needed her help for little matters as well.

Like when the government distributed benefits—rice, cooking oil—who got it and how much was decided by leaders like her.

"No, no—it’s fine."

Not in the mood for food, Director Zhou confirmed Jiang Chen’s identity, and in her excitement, stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Chen by the arm.

Fang Qing furrowed her brow slightly.

Good thing the director was an elder. If it had been a younger woman boldly touching him, regardless of her status, Fang Qing might have taught her a thing or two about the Civil Code.

"Director Zhou, what are you doing?"

Fang Weiguo was baffled.

Pan Hui was equally surprised, her expression frozen.

"Come with me. The city leadership wants to see you."

Director Zhou grabbed Jiang Chen, her eyes glimmering.

She had no idea why or what this poor orphan had done to warrant such attention. All she knew was that while chatting idly at the resident committee, she received a call from the city office that almost gave her a heart attack.