How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 318 Lies Exposed

Inside the police station, Zhang Wen, as the person who reported the incident and a concerned bystander, voluntarily came to cooperate with the police investigation and told them everything he had seen and heard. He even handed over the video he had taken to the police, all in an effort to restore the truth.

"You mean the assailant and the victim are actually colleagues? And they fought because of competition?" the policeman asked as he wrote.

"Yes, but I don't think things are as simple as they seem," Zhang Wen said mysteriously.

"Oh? What's not simple about it?" the police officer taking the statement asked curiously.

I already found out very clearly when I went to the scene. Is there some hidden story behind this?
"The person who was beaten kept claiming to be a teacher at Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center, but as far as I know, Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center does not have such a teacher," Zhang Wen said seriously.

"How did you know?" the police officer asked.

“Because I am the principal of Xingxiang Art Examination Training School, I have never seen the person handing out flyers, nor have I ever hired anyone to hand out flyers,” Zhang Wen said with a serious expression.

"Ok?"

The police officer paused, his hand holding the pen still, his eyes filled with surprise. He then looked the young man across from him up and down before asking, "Are you really the principal of Xingxiang Art Examination Training School?"

“It’s the real deal.” Zhang Wen said, “The reason I called the police was not only because I saw people fighting, but also because I saw someone impersonating our Xingxiang Art Examination staff and handing out flyers. I didn’t know what his intentions were, so I called the police.”

Upon hearing this, the police frowned slightly. They hadn't expected that what seemed like a simple brawl between colleagues would have other hidden motives. Had art exam training schools stopped researching teaching methods and started studying Sun Tzu's Art of War?

"The person who was assaulted had flyers for Xingxiang Art Examination Training School in his hands and bag. Are you really sure he's not from Xingxiang Art Examination Training School? Could he be a part-time worker hired by one of your school's teachers?" the police officer asked after thinking for a moment.

“I’ve always handed out the flyers at our school myself; I’ve never hired a part-time worker,” Zhang Wen said, shaking his head.

Upon hearing this, the police officer turned his gaze to the backpack beside him, perhaps containing the truth of the matter.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from outside the room, and then the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Captain, the principal of Huanya Art Examination Training School has arrived, and the Xingxiang Art Examination employee who was beaten has also returned from the hospital," the man said.

The captain nodded, then looked at the young man beside him and said, "Since you are the principal of Xingxiang Art Examination Training School, come with me outside and confront the person who was beaten."

“No problem,” Zhang Wen said.

Everything he did tonight was to expose Jia Hua's conspiracy in front of Huan Ya's principal, to make the two training institutions fight like dogs, and at the same time to ruin Jia Hua's reputation in the industry, making it an object of contempt by its peers.

Zhang Wen followed the police out of the office and into the outdoor office area.

The supervisors and teachers of Huanya stood in a row against the wall, and in front of them stood a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, who was reprimanding them.

This must be Zhao Shulian, the principal of Huanya Art Examination Center.

"Who gave you permission to hit someone? What have I always told you? We should value harmony among business people, and that harmony brings wealth, don't you understand?"

"Look at you all now, you don't look like educators at all, I'm truly ashamed of you!"

"Regardless of who is right or wrong, go apologize right now, and don't be perfunctory, you must be sincere, otherwise don't blame me for firing you!"

Zhao Shulian looked furious, as if she had been disappointed in her son.

Although she appears to be scolding her employees, she is actually protecting them.

She had consulted a lawyer before coming here, and in a situation like today's, if she couldn't get the victim's forgiveness, things would become very complicated.

It may involve crimes such as affray, provoking trouble, or intentional injury, which could result in detention for five to six days or even a sentence of three to seven years.

If teachers at the school actually went in and started using sewing machines, it would be a devastating blow to Huanya's reputation.

A teacher at Huanya Middle School was imprisoned for fighting...

If parents find out about this, who would dare to entrust their child to Huanya?

"What are you standing there for? Apologize right now!" Zhao Shulian shouted.

The supervisor, teacher, and security guard were startled and, for the sake of their work, had no choice but to turn around and apologize to the man sitting not far away.

"I'm sorry, it was a moment of impulse. I shouldn't have hit you. Please forgive me!"

"I shouldn't have hit you, I was wrong."

"I'm sorry, but if you're still not satisfied, how about this: hit me a few times, and I promise I won't fight back."

"..."

Zhao Shulian turned to look at the person who had been beaten. Although she was very angry and wanted to give the other person a good beating, she remembered the lawyer's words and finally chose to swallow her anger and put on a smile.

"I am the principal of Huanya. It is my fault for not managing the employees well. Please feel free to make any demands, and I will definitely compensate you."

The implication is: Just say how much money you want!
Zheng Gaoyuan sat to the side, still looking half-dead, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, which he hid very well.

compensation?

Of course, compensation is due, including medical expenses, lost wages, nutritional expenses, and compensation for emotional distress. It is absolutely unforgivable if it is less than 100,000 yuan.

However, he absolutely must not say these words, otherwise he would be accused of extortion.

When Zhao Shulian saw that the person who had been beaten was silent, she became anxious. She took out three stacks of money from her bag and placed them on the table, saying with concern, "This is compensation for you. Go back and buy some food to help you recover."

Zheng Gaoyuan glanced at it indifferently, his heart filled with disdain. Thirty thousand yuan and they think they can settle this privately? Are they trying to fob me off like a beggar?

There were six or seven people who beat him up. Even if each of them paid 10,000, it would still amount to 60,000 or 70,000, right?

Thirty thousand?

No sincerity.

"hiss!"

Zheng Gaoyuan frowned deeply, gasped, and clutched his waist, looking like he was in great pain.

Zhao Shulian's lips twitched involuntarily. Although the other party did not speak, the meaning was already very clear.

You think the money isn't enough?
She gritted her teeth and took out two more wads of money from her bag.

Thirty thousand plus twenty thousand equals fifty thousand.

She left in a hurry and only brought this much cash with her. If this isn't enough, she'll have to transfer the money via WeChat.

"Fizz!"

Zheng Gaoyuan continued to grimace, thinking: Is this principal like toothpaste? He's squeezing it out little by little?

Although he showed a little more sincerity, it was still not enough to make up for the physical damage he had suffered.

The other party is Huanya Art Examination Training School, one of the top five art examination training schools in Beijing. A mere 50,000 yuan isn't even enough to enroll in a film and television performance enhancement class. To try and settle privately with such a small amount of money is simply humiliating. Zhao Shulian's face immediately darkened.

Fifty thousand isn't enough? Isn't that a bit greedy?
She gritted her teeth, looked at the other person and said, "Let's add each other on WeChat, and I'll transfer another 50,000 yuan to you. I hope you can be lenient because we're in the same industry."

The implication is: Don't be ungrateful, or we'll do anything if you push us too far.

Zheng Gaoyuan was secretly delighted, but he didn't show it on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered that his phone was still in his bag, so he turned around and looked around.

Seeing her shoulder bag being held by a policeman, she immediately pointed and said, "That's my bag, can you give it back to me?"

The police officer walked over with his bag, then suddenly remembered what he had overheard in the office. He shook the bag and asked, "Are you sure this is your bag?"

“I’m sure, my ID card is inside. I’ll show it to you,” Zheng Gaoyuan said.

"No need to trouble you, I'll take it for you." After saying that, the policeman opened the zipper of his bag and took out a wallet.

The wallet contained several hundred yuan in cash, as well as an ID card, a medical insurance card, and several bank cards.

The police took out the ID card and compared it with the photo. It was indeed the person in the photo, but they still asked a few questions.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Zheng Gaoyuan."

“It is indeed yours.” The policeman nodded, then put the wallet back into his bag. At that moment, he suddenly noticed a card and took it out.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Gaoyuan's expression changed instantly. He, who had been in pain all over, jumped up from his chair and reached out to snatch it.

That's his employee ID!

However, the police were prepared and took a step back, dodging Zheng Gaoyuan's attempt to snatch the card, and then began to read the contents of the card.

"Zheng Gaoyuan, Performance Department, Jiahua Art Examination Training Center!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him was stunned.

The police officer's gaze shifted from the card to Zheng Gaoyuan's face, and he asked suspiciously, "Is this your employee ID? Aren't you from Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center? Why does your ID say Jiahua Art Examination Training Center? Which organization do you actually work for?"

At that moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to it, and the sound of "swish, swish, swish" echoed like sharp blades.

The people with the sharpest eyes are those from Huanya Art Examination Training School.

If the person they assaulted was a teacher from Jia Hua, then it means that today's incident was actually Jia Hua Art Examination Training Center trying to sow discord between Huan Ya and Xing Xiang.

Xingxiang never spoke ill of Huanya; it was Jiahua who smeared Huanya.

Zhao Shulian was so angry that her face turned red. Jia Hua was making a fool of her.

Zhou Maoquan, that bastard!

"I……"

When questioned by the police, Zheng Gaoyuan was at a loss for words. All the performance skills he usually taught his students were now useless, and he was extremely flustered.

"Tell me, what exactly happened? Did Zhou Maoquan tell you to do this?" Zhao Shulian said through gritted teeth, her voice as fierce as a tigress.

"No, no." Zheng Gaoyuan hurriedly shook his head, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said stiffly, "We're talking about your Huanya teacher hitting me, it has nothing to do with where I work. Just because I'm a teacher at Jiahua doesn't mean you can hit me."

"Since you work at Jiahua Art Examination Training Center, why are you impersonating a teacher at Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center?" the police officer asked.

"I... I hand out flyers part-time." Zheng Gaoyuan's eyes darted around, and he suddenly came up with a good explanation. "Yes, I hand out flyers part-time in my spare time. Today, Xingxiang Art Examination hired me to hand out flyers."

"Are you sure you were hired by Xingxiang Art Examination?" the policeman asked, squinting.

"I, I'm sure!" Zheng Gaoyuan nodded, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Police, that's not the point, the point is I was beaten!"

"I know you were beaten, but we need to get to the bottom of this, right?" The police officer then turned to Zhang Wen, who hadn't spoken until now, and asked, "Principal Zhang, he said that Xingxiang Art Examination hired him to distribute flyers. Who is telling the truth and who is lying?"

"!!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look, their faces filled with surprise.

what?
Is this young man the principal of Xingxiang Art Examination Center?

Especially those teachers who hit the boy, they vaguely remembered that it was this person who led them the way.

What exactly is going on tonight?
Zhang Wen walked up to Zheng Gaoyuan, stared intently at him, and said, "I am Zhang Wen, the principal of Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center. You said that Xingxiang hired you to distribute flyers. I wonder who hired you. Tell me their name?"

"what?"

Zheng Gaoyuan was filled with panic, and sweat kept pouring from his forehead. He never expected that the reason he made up on the spot would be directly exposed by the person involved. How the hell could he still argue now?

As the saying goes, one lie requires countless lies to cover it up.

He has told so many lies that he can no longer think of a reason to cover them up.

Moreover, this was a police station, with eight or nine police officers standing by. This invisible pressure made him feel suffocated. No matter how many lies he tried to cover up, they would eventually be exposed.

At that moment, his psychological defenses collapsed completely.

With a "uh," he fell straight to the ground.

Everyone around was stunned.

what's the situation?
Could this person have internal brain damage?
Zhang Wen sneered and kicked the man on the ground in front of the police. "Zheng Gaoyuan, you've run into the police station trying to scam someone? You call yourself an acting teacher, and your acting is so bad. If you don't get up, I'm going to take your phone and call your parents and tell them their son has committed a crime and is in the police station. What do you think your parents' reaction will be when they hear that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person lying on the ground suddenly sat up and said nervously, "Don't call my parents!" His eyes were pleading.

“You don’t have to make a phone call. Just tell me your principal’s plan. As long as you tell me honestly, I guarantee Zhou Maoquan won’t find out,” Zhang Wen said.

Zheng Gaoyuan gritted his teeth, his heart filled with turmoil. If the principal found out that he had betrayed the plan, he would definitely be expelled. But if he didn't say anything, his image as a good son would be ruined if his parents were to be contacted.

He was torn between hurting the principal and hurting his parents. After much deliberation, he finally decided to hurt the principal.

"You really won't let our principal know?" Zheng Gaoyuan asked, still holding a sliver of hope. After all, Jia Hua was a large organization, and its salaries were considered quite good among its peers.

“You have no choice now,” Zhang Wen said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Gaoyuan was completely deflated and resignedly said, "Fine, I'll tell you everything."

Next, he explained the principal's arrangements in detail.

……

(End of this chapter)