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Chapter 109 The Family Will Be Together Again (Please Subscribe)

Qian Jin's work boots stomped over streaks of ice, the thin soles causing his feet to ache.

But he preferred to suffer that pain rather than walk on the compacted snow track next to him.

The snow had frozen solid, and if you weren't careful, you'd slip and fall flat on your face, becoming a laughingstock.

However, he cannot become a laughing stock.

Because he is the one who is likely to become the new captain of the Jiagang Brigade!
When Qian Jin returned to his office, Hu Shunzi was shoveling snow off the transport path.

The sharp sound of the shovel scraping across the ice was like fingernails digging into glass, making one's skin crawl and giving them goosebumps.

"Xiao Qian, you're back?" Old Guai, with a cigarette butt dangling from his mouth, poked his head out of a warehouse and quickly came out to greet him. "What did Section Chief Fu want with you? Were we going for a big chat?"

Er Biao rushed over and patted Qian Jin's shoulder with his frostbitten hands: "Didn't those writers in the Political Work Section put you on the tiger bench and force-feed you chili water?"

“Our supply and marketing cooperative isn’t a slag heap.” Qian Jin stamped his foot and moved closer to the cast iron furnace. The aluminum kettle on the furnace plate was puffing out white steam. He reached out to warm his hands by the fire. “Look at what you’re saying. Why are you talking about putting people on the tiger bench and pouring chili water on them?”

"Hey, little money..."

"Brother Qian, you're back..."

"Chief Qian, is there anything I can help you with?"

When his fellow workers saw him, they all dropped what they were doing and rushed over to greet him.

Qian Jin expressed his gratitude for everyone's concern and explained the situation.

Wei Xiongtu took off his work gloves, brushed the dust off Qian Jin's trousers, and asked suspiciously, "You're being asked to do some problems? What does that mean?"

"Several people from the Political Work Department talked to me, asking if I was secretly selling 'Reference News' to the black market," Er Biao said seriously.

Hu Shunzi kicked him: "Get lost, stop talking nonsense at a time like this. You're even less reliable than me."

They didn't understand the purpose of the political work department's investigation into Qian Jin, so out of concern, they gathered together in the office to chat.

The aluminum kettle on the cast iron stove was steaming, and Li Chenggong poured Qian Jin a cup of hot water using an enamel mug.

Qian Jin thanked them, explained the test questions to everyone, and then asked, "Do you think the higher-ups are planning to make me the brigade leader?"

The room erupted in laughter.

Hu Shunzi patted his head and laughed, "You're quite ambitious, planning to bypass me, the foreman, and jump straight to the captain's seat?"

"Actually, your idea is too conservative. You should guess whether they want you to be the president."

"To be a brigade leader, you have to be a Party member, right?" Old Guai pondered seriously, fiddling with his frostbitten fingers. "I remember you weren't even an active Party member."

Wei Xiongtu suddenly looked up: "Perhaps it's because Chief Qian's family background is good? Three generations of poor peasants can be equivalent to a Party member, right?"

The double-belled horseshoe clock on the wall began to chime, its clanging drowning out Qian Jin's sneer: "My ancestors were pure capitalists; I reckon they exploited poor peasants for more than three generations."

Wei Xiongtu had nothing to say.

This was the first time he had encountered a peer whose family background was even worse than his own.

Then he realized something was wrong.

How come Qian Jin, with such a poor background, can become a team leader in the neighborhood? He even got two houses!
How can the differences between people be so great!

Qian Jin also felt that he was not qualified to be the brigade leader. Whether it was his seniority, ability, family background or status, he was indeed far from being a suitable candidate for the position.

In reality, he didn't want to be a team leader. His job as a porter was just a stepping stone; he wanted to go into sales or purchasing.

But the exam questions did give him that feeling.

After laughing at him, Hu Shunzi was about to leave when he suddenly turned back in confusion after taking two steps: "I suddenly remembered something."

"Xiao Qian, you were late for work the day it snowed. What happened?"

Qian Jin said, "An old worker wearing a red armband asked me to move beer and soda from the beverage section. I was busy for half the afternoon, so I was late."

Hu Shunzi's face gradually showed fear.

Li Chenggong asked, "What's wrong, Foreman Hu? You seem a bit off. Did something unfortunate happen?"

Hu Shunzi punched him hard: "Can't you talk properly? What do you mean I've run into some bad luck?"

Then he hesitated and said, "But you're absolutely right, I might be in trouble!"

"When I came to work that morning, an older worker stopped me and asked me to help out in the beverage section."

"You didn't go?" Li Chenggong asked.

Hu Shunzi glared at him: "Isn't that obvious! How can I go!"

"There's a team of bald guys specifically in charge of the drinks section. What does that have to do with us? Why should I join in? Besides, it was snowing that day. Going to move drinks is the easiest way to do a lot of work for no reward!"

Li Chenggong nodded: "That's how it is, you're okay with it."

Wei Xiongtu was speechless: "Xiao Li, don't you understand what the foreman means?"

"He felt that it might be a test from his superiors!"

Hu Shunzi, disregarding his work, grabbed his cotton hat and ran outside, hurrying to the other teams to inquire about the situation.

Qian Jin didn't think much of it.

He had no interest in being a leader among the movers; he didn't expect it and therefore wasn't anxious.

But he was still restless during work hours, and kept going to the Seagull Pavilion to see if anyone was waiting.

The Seagull Pavilion was deserted during the day.

By the time Qian Jin finished get off work, it was already dark.

The searchlights on the dock came on, but Qian Jin, still not giving up, went to Haiguting again.

As he walked, he used his frozen fingers to pick at the asphalt stuck to his trouser legs. Transporting asphalt in the afternoon was truly a life-threatening job!
It was cold; icicles hung from the iron railings on the eaves of the Seagull Pavilion, and the octagonal green-painted iron table was empty.

He sighed and turned to leave.

But as soon as I turned around, I noticed something had changed on the desktop.

He hurried over to take a look.

The once empty table was now covered with a pile of snow, and on the snow were the characters O and HO written with fingers.

The chemistry teacher has come by!
In addition, a piece of paper was half-buried in the snow. He pulled it out and saw that it was a Russian version of the Periodic Table of Elements, with the edges charred black as if licked by flames.

Qian Jin put away the Periodic Table and looked around. There were footprints on the ground. He followed the footprints and pushed his cart to chase after them as fast as he could.

Fortunately, he arrived just in time.

Qian Jin saw a figure walking alone, bent over with hands clasped in his pocket.

This must be an old man. He was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket with the cotton batting showing through, and thin trousers. The cold wind blew into his trouser legs, making him sway unsteadily.

"Sir, please wait a moment," Qian Jin called out quickly.

The old man turned around.

Under the streetlight, the lenses of his glasses were broken, and the temples were tied with hemp rope.

At first glance, it actually has a certain artistic feel; this old professor looks like he stepped out of "The Song of Youth".

Qian Jin asked warmly, "Hello, are you a chemistry teacher? Did you arrange to meet someone at Haiou Pavilion?"

The old man's squinting eyes behind his glasses widened, and he asked, "Is that you?"

Qian Jin said, "Yes, I received a note saying that a chemistry teacher wanted to meet me."

The old man was puzzled after hearing this: "Huh? I also received a note saying that a principal wanted to meet me and wanted to hire me to give lectures to the students."

The two looked at each other.

They both guessed each other's ulterior motives: they didn't want to get involved with the black market.

The two exchanged an awkward smile. The old man spoke first: "It's cold. Come with me to my workplace. It's very close by. We can talk slowly."

The two sides gave brief self-introductions on the way.

The old man's name is Song Zhiyuan. He works as a boiler operator in Wutaishan Street, which is near Jiagang.

The reason he couldn't come during the day was because he was at work, and he rushed over after get off work.

Steam mixed with coal ash poured out from the cracks in the iron gate, and Qian Jin followed Song Zhiyuan into the boiler room.

A 1974 calendar titled "Grasp Revolution and Promote Production" hangs on the wall. When the door is opened, the wind blows and the calendar sways, revealing a book hanging underneath.

Inorganic Chemistry.

Qian went in and took a look. The embossed seal on the title page of the book had been smeared with ink, and the name of the XXXX Chemistry Department's archive room had been erased.

Upon seeing this, Qian Jin was greatly surprised: "You wouldn't happen to be a university chemistry professor, would you?"

Song Zhiyuan casually picked up a lump of coal from the coal pile and quickly drew several patterns on the ground.

Qian Jin had forgotten all his chemistry knowledge by the time he went to university, so he asked, half guessing and half deciphering, "Is this a benzene ring?"

He could only recognize this one.

Song Zhiyuan laughed: "You even know about benzene rings? Which university are you applying to this year?"

Qian Jin shook his head: "I'm not going to university; I'm already working."

Song Zhiyuan immediately persuaded him to take the college entrance exam, with good reasons.

Qian Jin couldn't explain it.

He can't exactly say he has some kind of cheat code, so he doesn't want to waste his time at university, can he?
In the four years he spent in university, he probably would have become the director of the municipal supply and marketing cooperative!

However, he also had his reasons.

He told Song Zhiyuan about setting up his study room, jokingly saying:
"Didn't you say that once you go to university, your classmates will become your network of connections?"

"I have now organized nearly 600 students to prepare for the college entrance examination. Once they all get into university, I will have connections with 600 university students."

Song Zhiyuan was shocked after hearing his words.

A study room that can accommodate 600 students!
This is a massive undertaking, one that many factories couldn't accomplish!

The two were chatting.

Another person came over hesitantly: "Teacher Song, could I ask you some difficult questions about chemistry class?"

Song Zhiyuan said bluntly, "What do I know about chemistry? I'm just a lousy boiler operator."

“Go ask Teacher Coal. Didn’t you guys say before that these black coal lumps contribute more to society than I do? Then ask Teacher Coal if you have any questions.”

The young man scratched his head awkwardly.

Song Zhiyuan had a terrible temper and slammed the door shut without any politeness.

He raised his hand towards Qian Jin, the firelight illuminating his deformed right fingers: "I got into a conflict with someone, and I refused to back down, so someone twisted my fingers with pliers."

“Back then, they said I had problems with my knowledge and made me work as a boiler inspector for the neighborhood, saying that these black lumps couldn’t understand my theory of poisonous weeds.”

As he spoke, he kicked the coal.

Qian Jin could sense the resentment in his heart.

This is normal.

But he found it strange: "Stopping the boiler is a good job in the neighborhood. Our neighborhood committee's boiler operator, Master Zhou, is really powerful. If anyone offends him, he won't fetch water for their house."

Song Zhiyuan laughed: "He must have a very good background and be a permanent employee with a formal position."

"I can't do it. I've been a temporary worker for over ten years, and I'm just a heavy laborer."

Qian Jin said, "In that case, would you like to become a teacher in our study room?"

“We don’t have official positions there, but we have the respect of students and a salary.”

"The salary will be based on the standard for an eighth-grade worker!"

He could tell that this teacher was highly skilled.

He is taller than Wei Qinghuan.

Song Zhiyuan was surprised to hear this.

Even though there are only a few days left until the college entrance examination, and he won't be able to get paid for many days, it's still quite remarkable that they can offer him the treatment of an eighth-grade worker.

He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and refused.

Qian Jin was very confident in inviting him to take the job because he knew that Song Zhiyuan longed for such a job deep down.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed to Seagull Pavilion as soon as he got off work in the freezing cold, and left his mark on the snow without waiting for the person he was supposed to meet.

Sure enough, Song Zhiyuan made a condition: "Let me go, fine, a lower salary is fine, but I need your help."

"You have connections in the black market, right? Can you get me some baby formula?"

Qian Jin immediately said, "I have no connection with the black market, but getting milk powder is too easy. I work at the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives, and I can ask a friend to help you get milk powder."

"In addition, I can get remittance coupons, which can be used to buy milk powder at the Overseas Chinese Sales Counter in Friendship Store or Department Store."

Song Zhiyuan was overjoyed.

Qian Jin asked him curiously, "Teacher Song, why do you need baby formula? Is it for your grandson or granddaughter?"

Song Zhiyuan smiled and said, "It's for my son."

He pulled a hand-sewn rag wallet from his pocket, took out a photograph from inside, and showed it to Qian Jin:
“I recently adopted a child who was born with a malformed leg. His parents didn’t want to raise him and abandoned him. I have no children of my own, so I felt it was fate and adopted him.”

Qian Jin looked at the photo; in it, Song Zhiyuan was holding a baby in swaddling clothes and laughing.

He nodded and said, "I understand. You can ask the neighborhood committee for leave directly, or if you have trouble asking for leave, I can ask someone to help you."

"You don't need to worry about the milk powder; someone will deliver it to you by tomorrow morning at the latest."

Hearing the certainty in his voice, Song Zhiyuan immediately agreed to go back and change his clothes to go to the study room with him.

There is currently a shortage of teachers in the study room.

As soon as Wei Xiongtu finished work, he quickly rode his bicycle towards Taishan Road.

But he was stopped before he could get close to the study room.

Xiang Hong's mother was wearing a faded Lenin suit and holding a tin biscuit box with the words "Magic City" printed on it. The red "double happiness" character painted on the lid of the box was already peeling off.

"Daxiong, help!" Xiang's mother's sobbing voice, like a rusty door hinge, sent chills down Wei Xiongtu's spine.

Xiang Hong's father and Xiang Ming were also present.

Xiang's father was wearing a dog-skin hat and carrying a net bag in his hand, inside which two bottles of old wine were clinking and rattling.

Xiang Ming huddled in the shadows, impatiently kicking the coal dust at the base of the wall with the toes of his Feiyue shoes. Wei Xiongtu, blocked from his way, had no choice but to get out of the car.

A cold wind blew by, and he hunched his neck and silently breathed warm air into his cotton gloves.

Upon seeing this, Xiang's mother immediately took off the wool scarf from her neck and put it around his neck, saying, "It's cold, look how cold the child is."

Wei Xiongtu hurriedly retreated.

When he was staying at the Xiang family's house, around this time last year, he accidentally dropped this scarf on the ground and was hit with a fire hook.

His mother didn't care about his attitude and even said with concern, "Don't take your health for granted just because you're young."

"Do you remember last winter when you had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius? It was your aunt who brought you eggs from home and made you some sugar water to drink, which brought the fever down."

He opened the cookie box for his mother to show her; inside was brown sugar.

At the same time, she rushed towards Ming and shouted, "Xiao Ming, come over here and call me brother!"

Xiang Ming forced a cold laugh through his teeth and crossed his arms in a show of defiance.

"Teacher Wei has really made something of himself now," Xiang's father couldn't help but say sarcastically. "Let's not just stand here, let's go to Teacher Wei's house and sit down. I brought Teacher Wei some good tea, let's brew some hot tea to warm ourselves up."

Upon hearing this, Wei Xiongtu subconsciously touched the several scars on the back of his hand.
Last winter, he accidentally broke a bowl while washing dishes. When scolded by his family, he explained every day that his hands were frozen because of the cold weather and he couldn't hold the bowl properly, which is why he broke it.

Upon hearing this, Xiang's father deliberately scalded the back of his hand with boiling water, causing several blisters.

The blisters didn't heal properly, and now they've left scars.

He remained silent.

The three members of the Xiang family were somewhat embarrassed.

Xiang Ming impulsively retorted, "Stop pretending! Are you holding a grudge against my mom for making you sleep in the kitchen? Are you unwilling to help?"

Wei Xiongtu ignored the three of them and sighed, "I'm just a part-time teacher in the study room. I don't have any management authority. It's no use for Xiangming to go in and find me."

"Didn't your family always say I was a useless thing? Now I'm useless too."

Xiang Ming kicked a piece of coal dust away with his Feiyue shoes and rushed out shouting, "Who wants to go into your damn study room? My parents have been arrested, go and get them out!"

Wei Xiongtu was taken aback.

WTF?

He said to his mother, "Yes, Daxiong, we're family, so let's not be formal. You know best what kind of person your uncle is. What illegal or disorderly things could he possibly do?"

"Talk to the friend who helped you move and ask him to release your uncle and aunt."

Xiang's father snorted: "It's just going to the black market to exchange some things. When you stole eggs from home to eat, we didn't take you to the police station, did we?"

Wei Xiongtu raised his hand, frowned, and asked, "Wait, what happened to my uncle and aunt? Where were they taken? I don't know!"

The three members of the Xiang family, judging others by their own standards, resolutely refused to believe that he wouldn't know about this.

Xiang Ming roared angrily, "You're just pretending, aren't you!"

Wei Xiongtu also got angry and said, "I'm not pretending. I don't understand what you're talking about..."

"Daxiong, do you really have to force Grandma to kneel down to you?" Xiang's mother's voice was choked with sobs.

The three of them didn't believe him at all.

Wei Xiongtu said, "Listen to me first, I have absolutely no idea..."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Mu immediately knelt down before him!

This ignited Xiang Ming's temper, and he kicked the bicycle and roared:
"No wonder my mom says you're an ungrateful dog; the food we've been feeding at home these past two years is worse than what we'd feed a dog!"

The ground is very slippery.

Wei Xiongtu couldn't exert much force, and after the bicycle was kicked hard, he couldn't hold it up and fell to the ground along with the bicycle.

The door to the study room not far away was pushed open, and Wei Qinghuan rushed out with a livid face.

She took the bus after get off work, so it was quick. Then she noticed that her brother was arriving later than usual, so she went to the door to check and saw the Xiang family surrounding her brother.

However, she had no relation to the Xiang family, and the two sides disliked each other, so she did not show up.

Seeing her brother being beaten, she flew into a rage, slammed the door open, and rushed out.

The coat was hung on the door for a moment, and several buttons flew off, scraping against the slogan "Strive to achieve the Four Modernizations" on the wall and rolling crisply on the cement floor.

The girl with two braids looked like an enraged female leopard, and she shouted, "You dare touch my brother!"

She grabbed a wooden stick and swung it at Xiang Ming. Xiang Ming raised his arm to block and was hit squarely. It wasn't actually that hard; it was just the stick hitting his cotton-padded coat sleeve as it fell.

Wei Qinghuan's original intention was to force him away from his brother's bicycle.

Xiang Ming didn't even feel any pain, after all, he was wearing thick clothes in winter.

When Ke Xiang's mother saw her grandson being beaten, she let out a mournful cry unique to a boar being tortured, and got up to tear at Wei Qinghuan.

Xiang's father raised the net bag filled with old wine and smashed it over Wei Qinghuan's head.

Wei Xiongtu, who had just stood up, roared and pounced on him.

Wei Qinghuan was not a fierce and madman like Zhang Aijun.

After dodging her mother's iron claws, she couldn't avoid her father's net. A wine bottle hit her shoulder hard, causing her to instinctively bite her lip to endure the pain. At the same time, she swung her hand at her father, sending him staggering.

But then Xiang's mother grabbed her clothes and tried to pull her loose black hair and scratch her face.

Xiang Ming then stopped Wei Xiongtu, who was about to hit his father, and tripped him with his leg.

The students were then shocked to realize what had happened.

The young people in the first row pushed aside their desks and rushed out, and the students behind them also ran out.

The tables and chairs were overturned, and the door was pushed open.

The young people surged out like a flood!
"Teacher Da Wei and Teacher Xiao Wei got beaten up!"

"Who the hell dares to trespass on our study room turf? I'll kill him!"

"Hey Xiang Ming, you actually came to get revenge on Teacher Wei? Brother, let's draw a clear line between class and class. Today, we'll give you a good beating with the iron fist of the people!"

Xiang Ming threw Wei Xiongtu to the ground, mounted him, and threw a punch. The fastest young man rushed up like a wild dog, running too fast to stop, and knocked both of them to the ground.

However, Wei Xiongtu has already turned the tables, so he didn't lose out.

More young people arrived.

These days, young people are all products of street brawls; they're ruthless.

Someone used the hemp rope used to bundle printing paper to strangle Xiang's father, while others grabbed his arms and legs, tearing him apart by hand.

Three female textile factory workers pinned Xiang Mu down, and one of them, a burly fat girl, sat on her and flattened her breasts like pancakes, while raising her hand to suck her big pussy.

Xiang Ming was lifted up and punched to the ground, then lifted up and punched to the ground again, and so on, until his face quickly became rounder and rounder.

"Arrest them! Stop hitting them!" Wei Xiongtu shouted as he stood up, covering his eyes.

Wei Qinghuan straightened her back, quickly took off the hair tie from her wrist, and tied her hair into a ponytail.

She shouted, "Stop! Stop fighting—let me handle this!"

Xiang Ming scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state.

At first glance.

His goddess lifted her long, dream-like legs and gave him a solid thud on the chest.

I got knocked down again.

A bicycle sped by, and the rider shouted, "What's going on? Stop! Stop! What's wrong!"

The old man in the back seat was so frightened that he grabbed the back of his clothes tightly: "Principal Qian, be careful! The ground is covered with snow, don't slip, my old arms and legs will break!"

The bicycle came to a stop smoothly.

Song Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I saw Qian Jin sweep his leg across from the back seat...

"Oh my goodness!" The old man still couldn't escape this fate.

Fortunately, he was wearing thick clothes and there were people nearby, so he slipped but didn't fall completely and was caught by someone.

Qian Jin was embarrassed. He was used to getting off the bus like this, and in his haste, he forgot there were still people in the back seat!

He simply pretended to ignore it and strode up to ask, "What's going on? You guys are—hey, Xiang Ming?"

Xiang Ming's chubby classmate said, "Yes, Principal Qian is Xiang Ming. That kid is a troublemaker. He probably wanted to get into the study room but couldn't, so he's causing trouble for Teacher Wei..."

Qian Jin, however, guessed that this was probably not the case.

He wanted the students to calm down and go back to their studies, while he would handle the matter.

As a result, several people shouted:

"They even hit Teacher Wei..."

"I saw it. It was a bottle that hit Teacher Wei on the shoulder. It must be very serious..."

"Teacher Wei got beaten up..."

Qian Jin immediately threw his composure to the wind.

Xiang Ming got up and shouted, "You've got guts!"

"Of course I'm tough! If I weren't tough, where would you be?" Qian Jin grabbed his neck and delivered two powerful punches.

Xiang Ming has become an unyielding figure this time.

Song Zhiyuan was terrified and asked weakly, "Classmates, are you really preparing for the college entrance examination or for war?"

One of the young men who hadn't yet been accused of assaulting someone anxiously asked, "Where did this old man come from?"

"Is he Xiang Ming's grandfather?"

Another girl who was helping Song Zhiyuan said, "No, the old man was brought back by the principal on his bicycle."

Several young people let out regretful sighs.

Song Zhiyuan blinked, feeling like he had boarded a pirate ship.

Qian Jin, supporting Wei Qinghuan, had already found out what had happened.

Nothing said.

"Tie him up and take him to the police station!"

"They dare to assault someone on the head of my Taishan Road Security Task Force? They must be sentenced!"

"Professor Wei, you and Professor Song should take charge of the overall situation. I'll go with Professor Wei to handle this matter first!"

Wei Xiongtu asked curiously, "Professor Song?"

Many students asked around, "Where did this professor come from?"

Song Zhiyuan gave a wry smile, raised his hand and said, "I am Song Zhiyuan, who knows a little about chemistry. Hello, classmates. Please don't hit me. I'm getting old and can't take a beating!"

A snickering sound rang out.

Qian Jin selected several strong students, who tied the three members of the Xiang family together and shoved them toward the police station.

Xiang's mother cried and begged Wei Xiongtu, "Daxiong, how could you be so heartless?"

Wei Xiongtu tried to rush forward but was pulled back by the students. He then took off his shoe and threw it at Xiang's mother.

Qian Jin whispered to Wei Qinghuan, "Why is my brother-in-law acting so effeminate?"

Wei Qinghuan also secretly said, "He's even worse than me. When we lived in the university staff quarters, I had to protect my son when he got into fights."

"However, if he is pushed to the limit, he will stop at nothing."

Qian Jin said, "Even a rabbit will bite when cornered."

Wei Qinghuan winked at him with her left eye and returned a knowing smile.

The three were taken to the police station.

Upon hearing that they had come to the study room to assault the teacher, Huang Yongtao personally took charge to interrogate the three individuals.

Wei Qinghuan pointed to her left shoulder and said, "They hit me here with a bottle, it hurts a lot, I think there must be something wrong."

The police station had a female clerk. She took her into the office and, after taking a look, said, "It's bruised and swollen, the bruising is quite severe."

Qian Jin was anxious.

He didn't know about this yet.

Otherwise, would they have let the Xiang family of three off so easily?
But it's not too late to know now.

Qian Jin, holding Xiang Ming down, started punching him: "Will you confess or not! Will you confess or not!"

Xiang Ming clutched his head and screamed, "What do you want me to confess? What do you want me to confess?"

"It was my grandfather who smashed Wei Qinghuan, not me! Go ahead and hit him, hit him!"

Cheng Hua pulled Qian Jin away, and Qian Jin kicked him: "Confess now!"

Huang Yongtao personally took statements from the individuals.

He said to Qian Jin, "So? Do you want to settle this privately?"

Qian Jin firmly stated, "If we handle this with the most severe measures, wouldn't that be considered a gang fight?"

Huang Yongtao reassured him, saying, "It must be handled in accordance with the 'Regulations on Administrative Penalties for Public Security.' Disputes that do not constitute minor injuries or above are mostly resolved through mediation or administrative penalties."

“If you do not accept mediation, then the person who assaulted others will be detained for 5 to 10 days and fined 200 to 500 yuan.”

Qian Jin was disappointed: "Such a light sentence?"

Huang Yongtao said, "We have to act in accordance with the law. That's how administrative penalties are. Unless the victim is an elderly person, a pregnant woman, or a special group, the penalty can be increased to 10 to 15 days."

"Considering the teacher's special circumstances, I'll apply for the maximum penalty of ten days of detention and a fine of five hundred yuan."

Qian Jin agreed.

He threw a tantrum and cried on the ground in front of his mother.

But it didn't work.

A family of five, all of them, were arrested...

(End of this chapter)