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Chapter 1404 - 951 Easy as pie_2

Chapter 1404: 951 Easy as pie_2

After a while, the traffic police turned around and spoke to Song Chaoge.

Song Chaoge remained calm, showing neither doubt nor surprise, and simply asked peacefully, "Why? The responsibility is not mine."

"Are you the one to decide who bears responsibility? The laws and regulations decide that."

"I’ve already explained the situation clearly."

Song Chaoge explained.

"But what I saw is different from what you said. Who allowed you to move the car without permission? Do you know this is disrupting the accident scene?"

Facing the traffic police’s righteous rebuke, Song Chaoge had no argument.

"Registration, license."

Song Chaoge fully demonstrated the exemplary behavior of a law-abiding citizen, cooperatively opening the car door to retrieve the documents.

The traffic police took them, "Where’s the driver’s license?"

"Didn’t bring it."

The traffic police examined the registration, "This isn’t your car?"

"No, it’s a friend’s."

"ID card."

The traffic police said as he continued to examine the registration. When he saw the address in the owner’s information, his pupils contracted, and his stern demeanor froze instantly.

At this point, Song Chaoge had already taken out his wallet, pulling out his ID card and handing it over.

The traffic police looked up, no longer with the righteousness from before, his face stiffened, hesitantly raising his hand slowly.

When he took the ID card and saw that line of small text for the residence address, he couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his eye, looking up sharply, full of shock, even fear.

"Do I need to call my friend?"

Up to now, Song Chaoge was still quite cooperative.

It took a while for the traffic police officer to snap back to reality and quickly said, "No, no need."

Whether it was because the weather was too hot, sweat began to appear densely on his forehead.

"Here are your documents back."

Afterward, the traffic police officer handed both documents back, with both hands.

Song Chaoge took them and looked at the surveillance camera at the intersection, "I forgot to take a picture, but you can check the surveillance."

"I, I know, it’s just a little issue, please wait a moment."

The traffic police officer, ignoring his sweat, hurried over to the increasingly impatient Audi driver, whispering quickly.

Instantly the Audi driver, full of official air, began a remarkable change of expression, first astonishment, then doubt, finally fixed as unease.

He looked at Song Chaoge, wanting to say something, but it seemed hard to put into words.

"There’s nothing much wrong with my car, no need for insurance procedures, may I leave first?"

Song Chaoge spoke up.

The traffic police officer hurriedly nodded.

Song Chaoge turned, opened the car door, and when getting in, glanced back at the Audi and its license plate.

A license plate can reveal a lot of information, such as the workplace.

He grew up here and knew very well about the unique car plate culture of the Capital City.

"Don’t delay the leader’s schedule."

After speaking, he got in the car and closed the door.

The Audi driver looked anxious.

At a certain café on the first floor of a business district.

The slightly scratched red Hongqi H5 was parked by the roadside, Song Chaoge opened the door and got out, glanced at the time, then walked towards the café.

"Sorry, there was a bit of an accident on the way, so I was late."

Cao Jinse was sitting alone in a secluded corner, not knowing how long she’d been there, and didn’t mind the other party’s lateness, she smiled slightly, "No worries, you always waited for me before. What would you like to drink?"

"Iced tea."

"Waiter, one iced tea."

Song Chaoge sat down, "It’s rare to see you so relaxed."

"People aren’t machines; they need to balance work and rest."

"It’s good that you understand this; I’m always worried you’ll work so hard that you neglect your health."

Childhood friends.

Maybe not quite.

But they indeed have known each other for many, many years.

"I get a health check-up every year." Cao Jinse slowly sipped her mango ice slush.

Song Chaoge gave a slight smile, "Health checks only patch up the fence after a sheep is lost, not prevent the issue. You need to pay attention to your health on a daily basis."

"I think health is more about metaphysics; some people smoke their whole life yet live to a ripe old age, while others take care of themselves diligently, but still get sick early. Why do you think that is?"

"I really can’t answer that."

"I think it’s about energy or luck."

Song Chaoge smiled, "Have you been to the temple recently?"

"Your iced tea."

"Thank you."

Song Chaoge accepted it with both hands, showing such politeness even to an ordinary café waiter.

Cao Jinse observed, "You know I don’t believe in Buddhism."

Before Song Chaoge could speak, she continued, "But I believe in cause and effect."

"Good deeds are rewarded, bad deeds are punished?"

Song Chaoge replied with a smile, then took a sip of iced tea.

Cao Jinse twiddled the straw, stirring the ice slush, keeping her head down, "Do you believe in it?"

"I do."

Song Chaoge answered decisively and affirmatively, placing his iced tea on the table.

"However, it’s hard to judge a person’s morality, because a lifetime is long, and with few exceptions, most people can’t only do good or bad throughout their lives."

"Just like you."

Song Chaoge looked at her, his gaze gentle, "You’ve helped so many people, but at the same time, I believe many people hate you because business is like war, you inevitably offend some, directly or indirectly ruin their lives, causing their downfall, or financial ruin. So there’s no such thing as perfect goodness, nor pure evil in this world."

"Then what about murderers? Anti-social personalities?"

Cao Jinse asked calmly.

"Jin Se, if you put it that way, you’re nitpicking."

"Then I’ll give a less extreme example."

Cao Jinse raised her head, "Aunt Lan, how do you evaluate her?"

Cao Xiugo remained expressionless, "As the younger generation, it’s not appropriate for me to judge."

"So by that, do you mean to say Aunt Lan isn’t a good person?"

Cao Jinse said unhurriedly, "That’s why you acted that way in Goryeo."

No frowning, no surprise, Song Chaoge showed hardly any reaction.

"Jin Se, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

If it was an act, it was half-hearted.

"Like you, I never considered Aunt Lan a good person, so you shouldn’t provoke her."

Cao Jinse whispered.

Song Chaoge took a sip of iced tea, "What are we talking about?"

"Aunt Lan is someone who likes to accumulate, whether it’s favors or grudges, she keeps it all in mind, waiting for the right time to settle scores."

Cao Jinse looked at him, "So, do you think with Aunt Lan, you owe more debts of gratitude or grudges?"

"What if there are more debts of gratitude, what if more grudges?"

Song Chaoge asked seemingly casually, taking another sip of iced tea.

Cao Jinse didn’t answer directly, "You know very well what kind of person Aunt Lan is."

Song Chaoge smiled, equally succinct.

"Jin Se, the times have changed."

"Yes, the times have changed."

Cao Jinse said, "That chaotic and golden era is over, but Aunt Lan hasn’t aged, many from her generation haven’t aged."

Song Chaoge fell silent, then asked, "...So why?"

"Is it necessary?"

Cao Jinse suddenly asked inexplicably.

Song Chaoge smiled, "Being compelled, this term may be pretentious, but it holds true. I’m sure you understand deeply too. Many times, we can’t make our own choices."

"When my brother went to teach at Kyoto University, I didn’t understand and asked him. He answered me like this, how high an official position is considered important, how much money is considered sufficient."

"Your brother has always been my idol."

"I can understand what you just said, but often, it’s me pushing myself."

As she spoke, Cao Jinse took out her phone, pulled up a photo, then placed the phone on the table, spun it around, and pushed it forward.

Song Chaoge looked down.

It was a photo.

The background seemed like an interrogation room.

Sitting in the interrogation seat was a long-haired woman with a gentle and enchanting demeanor.

The photo seemed recently taken.

Song Chaoge finally furrowed his brows, raising his gaze.

"Fang Jun’s case, although already judged, many related issues haven’t been investigated thoroughly. Now there’s a lead, this woman named Hu Die might have played a significant role in Fang Jun’s case."

Song Chaoge said nothing, slowly leaning back against the sofa chair, his lips twitching.

"Is that so. Fang Jun’s case, being an economic case, how did it end up involving National Security?"

Clearly, in the photo, it’s not an ordinary interrogation room.

"It’s better for National Security to intervene than Aunt Lan."

"You know, when Aunt Lan decides to resolve someone, it’s as easy as taking something out of her pocket."

With that, Cao Jinse got up and left.

Song Chaoge’s face remained tense, not stopping her.