In the 90s, you could acquire max-level skills every 14 days.

Chapter 124 The Honest Man Driven to a Dead End

Xiao Li thought for a moment, then began to stammer.

"We can't exactly go to the union, can we? It's not related to that. We can't even touch them from a distance."

"I'm not telling you to go to the General Labor Union."

Zhang Yong waved his hand. "What I mean is, this case was never just about manufacturing and selling counterfeit and shoddy goods from the very beginning."

"Think about it, this involves fraud by forging debt instruments, employees carrying out violent threats across provinces, and local protectionist forces obstructing official duties."

"Five people were criminally detained in the capital because of this incident. The case file was thick enough to be reported to higher authorities."

"If more leaders are paying attention, things will be a little faster; at least I can go and see that small building first."

Xiao Li was silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

"Yes, you're right. I'll report back to the station chief, complete the case file, fill in any missing records, and then go through the formal procedures to report to the branch office."

"If the branch office feels it is qualified, it will apply to the municipal bureau for cross-provincial cooperation in the investigation. At that time, the county will not be able to stop the investigation in Baoding."

"Okay." Zhang Yong nodded. "Just call me anytime if you need my help with anything."

Xiao Li stood up and patted Zhang Yong on the shoulder.

"Yongzi, to be frank, I've been following this case for so long, and the more I investigate, the deeper the waters seem to run. Right now, we've only found out about Ma and Chen. What about the transportation and sales? We don't know how much more is going on."

"It's alright," Zhang Yong reassured him. "Now everyone can spot fake oil, they won't be able to sell it anymore."

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"This case will definitely be resolved soon."

Zhang Yong picked up his gloves, walked into the yard, and got on his motorcycle.

He sat in his seat for a while before lighting the fire.

The system panel silently appeared in my mind.

[Writing Lv.4: Progress 45% (Fixed, 33x speed)]

【Auto Repair Lv.5: Progress 27% (Fixed)】

[Driving Lv.6: Progress 6% (fixed)]

[Fighting Lv.5: Progress 18% (AFK — 30x speed)]

My fighting ability is still increasing; at this rate, it will approach Lv.6 in another ten days.

I'll finish them all in one go, then find a place to practice them.

Furthermore, the property certificate is not in Zhang Dewang's name, which means that the building has absolutely no legal connection with the Zhang family.

To recover the more than 8,000 yuan, we can't rely on selling the property; we can only squeeze money from Zhang Dewang and Ma Degui.

This is a difficult question.

Zhang Yong twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle sputtered out of the police station gate.

The following day. Sunday.

Zhang Yong woke up at 6:30 in the morning.

Li Guilan was already busy in the kitchen, the rolling pin making a clanging sound as she made pancakes. The pot was bubbling away, and the aroma of corn porridge filled the room.

Zhang Defa, wearing a white vest, sat at the dining table, clutching an unlit cigarette in his hand, his eyes glazed over.

"Dad, why aren't you going out yet? Aren't you going to pick up Zhang Chao?"

"Sigh, my heart is pounding. I'm afraid he'll ask me questions, and I won't be able to answer them."

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"Okay, let's go together."

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Zhang Defa's eyes lit up, as if he had found his pillar of support, and he quickly nodded: "Son, it'll be the same as always. I won't say anything; it's all up to you—"

"Okay, we'll see when the time comes." Zhang Yong pulled out a chair and sat down. "Let's bring the person back first, then we'll talk behind closed doors. Just don't mention the police station, since there are a lot of people at the station."

"I know."

Li Guilan brought out the pancakes and placed them in front of Zhang Defa's noodles.

"Eat your food. Stop thinking about all that nonsense. When Chaozi comes, just treat it like a normal family visit. Don't look so unhappy and scare the child."

Zhang Defa grunted in agreement, picked up the pancake, took a bite, and chewed for a long time without swallowing.

9:50 a.m.

Liuliqiao Long-Distance Bus Station.

These days, long-distance bus stations are always the same – packed with people and bags crammed together.

Woven bags, snakeskin sacks, and cardboard boxes tied with red ropes were piled up everywhere. The announcement system in the waiting hall crackled and sputtered.

The station announcement, mixed with the smell of diesel exhaust and cheap instant noodles, was so pungent that it made people frown.

Zhang Yong parked his motorcycle on the curb outside the station and stood at the exit with Zhang Defa, one in front of the other.

Zhang Defa was wearing a gray jacket, and his hair had been combed with water, making it look neater than usual.

But his hands were always in his pockets, he would take them out with one hand and put them back in with the other, moving them back and forth.

"Dad, don't be nervous."

"Who's nervous?" Zhang Defa glared at him. "I'm nervous picking up my own nephew! I just feel the wind and the cold."

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The bus heading towards Baoding turned into the station, covered in dust and dirt, with mud splattered all over its windshield.

As soon as the car door opened, people poured out like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Zhang Defa tiptoed to peer into the crowd.

Zhang Yong stood to the side, his gaze sweeping over every face.

Before long, the two saw a thin young man at the back of the crowd, carrying a patched military green canvas bag and a red, white and blue twisted cloth bag, looking left and right as he moved towards the exit.

His face was tanned dark, his cheekbones were high, and he was as thin as a bamboo pole.

But those eyes were very bright and clean.

They are the kind of people who work in the fields and haven't been tainted by society.

"Third Uncle!"

Zhang Chao recognized Zhang Defa at a glance, threw the sack of yarn on the ground, and jogged over.

Zhang Defa opened his mouth, stepped forward, took the canvas bag, and patted his nephew on the shoulder.

"It's good that we've arrived. Are you tired from the journey?"

"Not tired!" Zhang Chao said, but his lips were chapped and peeling, and his eyes were already red.

He stared intently at Zhang Defa's face, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice.

"Third Uncle————"

His voice choked.

Zhang Chao's tears streamed down his face, and snot followed. He didn't wipe them away, but just stood there at the bustling exit, sobbing uncontrollably.

"My mother is seriously ill—what happened to my father in Beijing?!"

Zhang Defa's hand stopped on Zhang Chao's shoulder. He didn't say anything, and his eyes could only look to Zhang Yong for help.

Zhang Yong stepped forward and picked up the woven bag.

"Brother Chao, don't rush. Let's get in the car and go home first. There are too many people here."

Zhang Chao raised his sleeve to wipe his face, his eyes red as he looked at Zhang Yong.

"You are... Yuuko?"

"it's me."

Zhang Chao paused for two seconds, then looked Zhang Yong up and down.

"You've grown so tall—the last time I saw you was when you were still so tall—"

"Let's go, we'll talk when we get home." Zhang Yong picked up the bag and walked towards the motorcycle. "Brother Chao, you take the bus with my dad, I'll ride my bike home first."

"Wait!" Zhang Defa suddenly spoke up.

He took a cloth out of his pocket and handed it to Zhang Chao.

"Wipe your face, don't cry."

He paused for a moment.

"We'll talk about your father's matter when we get home. If it can be resolved, your third uncle will definitely help you."

Zhang Chao took the handkerchief, held it in his hand, and nodded.

Zhang Yong straddled the motorcycle and started it with one foot.

The sound of engines rose outside the noisy station, mingling with the horns and hawkers' cries.

He twisted the accelerator and drove towards Jinsong, but his mind was preoccupied with something else.

Zhang Chao's hand.

The moment Zhang Yong took the handkerchief, he saw clearly that the hands were calloused, there was an old sickle scar on the tiger's mouth, and dirt that could not be washed off was stuck under the fingernails.

These are hands full of stories, and these belong to a man who toiled in the fields.

Zhang Chao is an honest kid, but when an honest person knows the truth, they either accept their fate or—

Ruthless than anyone else. ————