Electronic Nezha

Chapter 85 I don't have that ability
We set off in the morning, and it was already dark when we left the Municipal Bureau.

On the way back, I kept worrying about one thing: Chen Bing was caught, but his four henchmen were nowhere to be found. I wasn't afraid of Chen Bing, but I was afraid of getting beaten up or even tied up. Fortunately, the boss was in jail, and I hoped that the other four would also scatter like birds and beasts.

Xiao Wu knew I was thinking, and unusually, he switched from machine gun mode to rifle mode, only occasionally making a comment or a joke about the content on the radio, just like a student quietly chiming in during class.

At that moment, a radio broadcast caught my attention, mainly because it contained the name "Huang Jiaoming." Specifically, Huang Jiaoming had published an article admitting that the surgical mind map from a while back was not his work, and apologized to the public for his previous actions.

The broadcast read Huang Jiaoming's original apology, which was vague and ambiguous. Including the apology, it totaled 200 words, giving it a strong official public relations feel.

I scratched my head as I listened, muttering to myself, "What exactly is this old guy trying to do?" When he initially took credit for something, we didn't stand up and expose him, but now that things have almost settled down, he's apologized instead. Originally, this matter was only of concern to a small circle of people in the medical industry, but a few days ago it became a trending topic because of the involvement of two Western scholars.

In other words, Huang Jiaoming's apology was a slap in the face to many of his supporters!

Xiao Wu said, "This can only mean that someone is forcing him to tell the truth behind his back."

The logic is correct, but who can force Huang Jiaoming? No matter how much pressure those two Western scholars put on him, he can just ignore it. Even if the mind map Huang Jiaoming draws for the next surgery isn't as precise, you can't deny his previous success.

When I got home, I told Liu Zhenhua about it. Liu Zhenhua also checked Huang Jiaoming's recent life trajectory. After he achieved success here, he returned to the big city to continue being an expert, and there was nothing unusual about him.

"Could it be that he's had a change of heart?" I muttered, then shook my head with Liu Zhenhua.

Three days later, Zhang Tao called me. This time, he was representing the Economic Crime Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau to give me an explanation.

On the day he was arrested, Chen Bing confessed everything, admitting that he was a conman who wanted to get something for nothing. He had previous experience in conning people all over the country, but they were all small-scale operations. This time, he probably wanted to ride the wave of AI, but he didn't expect the wind to be too strong and he was ripped apart.

Zhang Tao said, "Sun Zhancheng's money was indeed transferred to Chen Bing's account, but it wasn't Chen Bing who did it." He added, "He doesn't have that ability. This kid can't even use Word properly. His so-called technology company does have a few employees, but they are all foreign outsourcing programmers who can only make PPTs."

I quickly asked, "Who did that?"

Zhang Tao coldly replied, "He said it was you."

We both paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. Liu Zhenhua was right; human thinking has blind spots…

Zhang Tao said, "Actually, we suspect that these four people took the initiative to transfer the money to Chen Bing, and were tricked into thinking that they could use the money as an investment to make a big profit with a small investment. Later, they realized what was going on and started to hunt down Chen Bing."

I'm innocent! I'm speaking up for Sun Zhancheng and his men.

I asked, "How many years will Chen Bing be sentenced to?"

"This is a matter for the court, but Chen Bing should thank you. This fraud has not yet caused any bad consequences or adverse effects. If he had really taken the money and run away, he would never have been able to turn back in this lifetime."

"You must strengthen his education while he's in jail, so that he understands this principle."

Zhang Tao also laughed, and finally said, "On behalf of the bureau, I am informing you that you bear no responsibility for Chen Bing's matter and are free to leave the city."

"Okay, how are Sun Zhancheng and the others doing?" "Given their performance in this incident, they will neither be rewarded nor punished, and their money will be returned to them." Zhang Tao said, "By the way, do you know how they discovered Chen Bing's whereabouts?"

"Uh, I don't know. I'm not familiar with them. We just formed a team on the spot and I was the driver." I was worried that the police would ask me about this, but they didn't even think about me. That makes sense. Sun Zhancheng and his three friends are old hands in the underworld. It's normal for them to have some useful but unspeakable crooked ways. As for the fruit vendor Liu Chuanfeng, he was just a driver who joined in the fun.

Zhang Tao said, "Chen Bing can't say anything about those four thugs you mentioned. From what I've observed, he doesn't have the ability to hire the kind of thugs you described. Think about who else you've offended recently."

Before I could even think about anything after hanging up, another call came in from an unknown number.

"Mr. Liu, can we have dinner together tonight?" I'm just trying to express the idea; actually, my accent is much stronger.

I reacted immediately to the noise, exclaiming, "You're not surnamed Chen, are you?"

How did you come to know?

I said coldly, "What if I don't go—how did you get my phone number?" Later I regretted asking; this person had probably bought fruit from my stall before…

There seemed to be someone muttering something on the other end of the line, and then another person answered the phone, saying, "I told him—Boss Liu, I'm Xiao Zhang from the government office. We met in the cold storage, and Director Xu was there too."

I was momentarily stunned and said, "It's you." This Xiao Zhang and their director mediated when Sister Zhao and the others caused trouble in front of the cold storage and condiment market.

Xiao Zhang said, "It's like this: after Chen Bing was captured, the bosses in the south felt that you had helped them in this matter and wanted to invite you to dinner to express their gratitude."

"Hey, I didn't do anything." Don't be so polite, I've done a lot more than that!

Xiao Zhang lowered his voice and said, "Don't not come, they specifically asked for you."

"Then I have to go." As long as it's not Chen Bing's remnant, of course I have to go. Actually, Zhang Tao didn't have time to explain to me in detail, whether Chen Bing's surname is Chen or not is another matter.

Xiao Zhang said, "The restaurant owners let you choose; if there's no place for you, we'll just stay at the hotel—"

"Let's go with Versailles." Since someone else is treating, we might as well give Qiao Yanchuang some money.

"Uh, okay." Xiao Zhang didn't expect me to be so blunt. He paused for a moment, as if Boss Chen next to him had said something to him.

Xiao Zhang said, "President Chen would also like you to bring your family along, since this is going to be a family dinner."

"We're divorced," I said.

The phone was back in Mr. Chen's hands. He spoke with a southern accent, "Mr. Liu, why don't you bring two friends? I'm just worried that we'll all be a big group, and you'll be all alone, making it look like you're being interrogated." He then laughed to himself.

I chuckled twice, thinking to myself that Southerners really do have strange senses of humor, no wonder they don't watch the Spring Festival Gala—I mean the old Spring Festival Gala.

(End of this chapter)