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Chapter 1267 - 875 People’s Masses (First Update)

Chapter 1267: 875 People’s Masses (First Update)

A place like the detention center rarely sees expressions like a smile, but the people visiting Fu Zili all seem somewhat different.

"Is it really that funny?"

Not just the visitors—even Fu Zili himself has a smile on his face, though tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"This hairstyle’s not bad, suits you well."

Fu Zili glared at his childhood friend outside but didn’t continue joking. After all, visitation time was limited.

"Didn’t I tell you not to tell anyone?"

"Fang Qing and Jiang Chen aren’t ’just anyone,’ are they?"

Tie Jun’s matter-of-fact reply left the once influential Zili Brother speechless.

"I’ve got something to tell you."

Tie Jun straightened his expression, becoming more serious.

"Good news or bad news?"

Fu Zili asked.

Tie Jun hesitated for a moment. "For you, I guess it’s good news. But for Sha City, not necessarily."

This evaluation was fair and objective enough.

Fu Zili grew curious. "What is it?"

Tie Jun wasn’t one to keep people guessing. Meeting his gaze, he said, unhurriedly, "Fan Dehan, the owner of Golden Coast, also got arrested."

The word "also" was used particularly and expertly.

Fu Zili, who had been transferred to the detention center and had his head shaved, tightened his pupils. Though taken aback, he didn’t doubt the authenticity of the news.

He understood Tie Jun’s character all too well.

"When did this happen?"

"Two days ago."

Two days ago?

Wasn’t that the day Jiang Chen and Fang Qing came to visit him?

"How did he get arrested?"

"Same as you—an unexpected raid. But he wasn’t the only one. Almost every entertainment venue in Sha City, big or small, was shut down in one night."

Tie Jun sighed. "Sha City’s nights instantly became quiet these past two days; even my business is affected."

Society is a massive and intricate machine.

When one part fails, other areas feel the ripple effect.

Only now did Fu Zili understand why Tie Jun had described it that way earlier.

With entertainment venues swept clean, Sha City’s nightlife economy took a heavy hit. Young women lost their high-paying jobs, and men lost their places of leisure and relaxation. For a city, wasn’t this essentially a blow?

Rendered speechless, Fu Zili couldn’t help but laugh and responded with a jest, "If business isn’t good, it’s a chance to rest more. Take the opportunity to spend time with Wen Rong. You can always make money, but your wife is the real priority."

Tie Jun grinned. "You really know how to comfort people."

"Comfort? I’m just telling the truth. Wen Rong is great, so don’t delay anymore. Pick a good day and get the big life event done. Just don’t pick a day too soon—wait until I’m out."

Running a sideline business isn’t something just anyone can handle. And as for Fu Zili’s mindset, it was commendable, surpassing countless others in the world.

"Wait for you to come out? Who knows how long that’ll take."

"Fang Qing said my issue isn’t too serious. At most, a year or less. If circumstances are favorable, two or three months isn’t impossible."

Fu Zili was nonchalant. "She’s a professional; surely you believe her."

"You really don’t plan on hiring Qing Gege?"

Tie Jun asked. "Our bond is so strong. Maybe she could give us a discount on lawyer fees if I go talk to her."

"Don’t poke your head into this,"

Fu Zili replied. "My minor case doesn’t warrant such measures—it’d be like using a cannon to kill a fly."

Tie Jun nodded. "True."

"Spending a while in here actually isn’t bad—not being disturbed, nor dealing with all those annoying trifling matters—peaceful."

"If it’s so comfortable inside, maybe you should voluntarily apply for an extended sentence—double the bliss."

Tie Jun was undeniably a true childhood friend; this kind of comment wouldn’t come from mere drinking buddies.

"Well, that’s not quite feasible. Even slacking off has its limits."

Fu Zili sighed. "There’s still a mess outside waiting for me to clean up."

"Now that Sha City’s nightlife industry is entirely paralyzed, except for fully legal establishments, the rest are either shut down or mandated to suspend business for rectification. Since you’re inside, don’t overthink it."

At least it was somewhat comforting.

Everyone was cracked down on without exception. At least Fu Zili didn’t need to worry his business would be stolen, his resources excavated, or his customers lost after being sent inside.

"Fan Dehan’s backing was solid; how’d he end up here?"

Fu Zili couldn’t wrap his head around it.

He certainly understood that people like them, if problems arose, the cause wouldn’t likely be themselves.

For example, in his own case.

"No matter how influential his backing is, does it exceed the law?"

Tie Jun said calmly. "Maybe even his backing isn’t safe this time."

Fu Zili remained silent, his gaze flickering. "What about Jiang Chen?"

"He left."

"When did he leave?"

"This morning."

Fu Zili fell quiet for a moment but didn’t blame him for not bidding farewell before leaving. Instead, he chuckled bitterly.

"It’s a bit sentimental, but Junzi, help me thank Jiang Chen."

Tie Jun looked at him. "You think Jiang Chen was behind this?"

Fu Zili stayed silent.

"But after all, he’s still just one of the people."

Just one of the people.

Fu Zili couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at Tie Jun’s playful choice of words. His laughter didn’t stop. "He is one of the people, yes, but not an ordinary one."

Tie Jun’s expression shifted.

"Returning in glory, huh?"

He muttered softly.

Fu Zili’s grin widened.

Eyes met.

Tie Jun smiled as well.

It’s hard to imagine how one mere person caused all the entertainment venues to fall silent and shut down, but it somehow felt unnecessary to overanalyze.

Human understanding, after all, has its limits.

"I won’t deliver your message—Jiang Chen probably wouldn’t want to hear it. Focus on reforming yourself in there."

"Now scram, don’t come back."

Fu Zili cursed with a laugh.

The lame-legged Tie Jun got up.

Both of them understood—Jiang Chen seemed to do nothing at all, not even stopping by to say goodbye before leaving, yet in reality, he did everything.

Exiting the detention center gates.

A Maserati was parked nearby.

Tie Jun walked over, opened the door, and got in.

"He’s in good spirits; the environment inside must be decent."

Fang Qing spoke, though she hadn’t gone in herself. "My dad says he’s a typical ’social person.’ Social people tend to adapt well."

Tie Jun couldn’t help but laugh. "Uncle Fang really has a keen eye."

Fang Qing started the car and left the detention center.

"My dad said the compound is set to be demolished. Has Uncle Fang heard about this?"

Fang Qing nodded. "The neighborhood director, Director Zou, confirmed it himself."

Tie Jun was surprised, unable to fathom why policies that had lingered for years suddenly materialized, and couldn’t help commenting emotionally, "The older generation kept hoping for this day—it’s finally happening."

"Even if it’s going to happen, it’s definitely not happening quickly. It won’t be this year for sure."

"If it weren’t for how inconvenient staircases are for the elderly, I actually wouldn’t want it gone. Living there for so long, it’s become a habit."

As he spoke, Tie Jun turned his gaze out the window.

The weather was lovely today.

Sunny and breezy.

Above the brilliant blue sky, clusters of white clouds drifted leisurely. Using their childhood analogy, they looked just like cotton candy.

"Qing Gege, are you really planning to return to serve your hometown?"

"Why, do you have a good job to offer?"

Fang Qing, who’d indeed been resting in Sha City for quite a while now, turned her head.

"I’m just running a barbecue shop—do you think I’d have that ability? Ask Jiang Chen."

"He went to Dong University; I studied law and government. You want me to ask him?"

Fang Qing turned back to focus on driving, her expression serene, with no hint of joking.

Tie Jun smiled wryly.

The detention center was located in the outskirts.

The Maserati sped along roads characteristic of a suburban-rural boundary.

Birds streaked across the sky.

Along the roadside.

Streams of water, flowing day after day, passed by rows of self-built houses.

Just like how, years later, the things you hold dear remain unwavering.