The system only arrives when you're old? Then let's create a super-rich family!

The phone hangs up.

The police officer, holding the microphone, paused for a second, then turned to look at Qin Zheng with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Mr. Qin, the other party said they don't want to settle out of court and want to go through legal proceedings."

Qin Zheng frowned slightly.

If we go through legal proceedings, then it's not a problem that money can solve.

If a traffic accident results in injury and the other party refuses to forgive, Qin Jianjun will not only be liable for civil compensation but may also face criminal charges.

Qin Mao grew anxious and took a step forward: "Call again! Tell them we'll settle this privately for three million, and we can add more if that's not enough!"

He would never let his older brother go to jail.

The police officer glanced at Qin Zheng, and seeing that he did not object, he dialed Sun Deming's number again.

The call had barely connected when the police officer spoke first.

"I said I'd go through legal proceedings, are you deaf?"

Sun Deming's voice was even more aggressive than before.

The wound on my head still hurts, and the stitches are throbbing and throbbing.

He had nowhere to vent his anger.

The police officer was momentarily speechless, but out of professional ethics, he patiently finished speaking: "Mr. Sun, the other party's family said they would offer three million in compensation, and they can add more if that's not enough."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Oh?" Sun Deming scoffed. "Is he very rich?"

He sneered, "What good is money?"

Qin Zheng reached out and took the phone from the police officer.

"I'll make you a windfall."

Qin Zheng's voice was calm.

"Four million."

On the other end of the phone, Sun Deming paused for a moment and did not answer immediately.

"Six million."

Qin Zheng's tone remained unchanged, still as casual as ever.

Sun Deming tightened his grip on his phone.

He originally thought the other party would only add a few hundred thousand at most, and then he could vent his anger and give the other party a way out.

Why aren't you playing by the rules?

Something's not right.

"Is ten million enough?"

Qin Zheng spoke again.

Even the police officers were taken aback.

Sun Deming fell silent. He glanced at the incoming call number, which was indeed the contact number for the Wanning Traffic Police Brigade.

He's not stupid. Someone who dares to speak like that in front of the police in the traffic police brigade is probably really confident.

"May I ask who you are?" Sun Deming's voice noticeably lowered.

Qin Zheng's tone remained calm. "He's just an ordinary person. Don't worry, I won't use my power to bully people."

"How about twenty million?"

Twenty million!

He would have to work for twenty years without eating or drinking to save enough.

The other person said it casually, without even considering it.

What's even more frightening is that Sun Deming has a gut feeling that if he doesn't speak up, the other party can add more.

Sun Deming broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

He suddenly realized that the person on the other end of the phone wasn't haggling with him.

They were using the softest tone to say the harshest things.

"Hello...

Sun Deming's voice became cautious.

"No need for that much, two million will do."

Some money, once you take it, you might not live to spend it.

His wife, Zhao Meiqin, sat by the hospital bed and became anxious when she heard the words "two million will do."

She jumped up, reaching for the phone: "Are you crazy? Only two million? He said twenty million, you..."

Sun Deming slapped her hand away hard.

"Stop thinking that!"

He lowered his voice and warned fiercely.

"You don't even consider whether you're lucky enough to spend those twenty million?"

Zhao Meiqin was stunned by the slap. She covered the back of her hand, her lips trembling, but she didn't dare to say another word.

Sun Deming took a deep breath, brought the phone back to his ear, and said in a very low and soft voice, "Hello, my bank card number is..."

He recited a string of numbers.

The call had been suspended for less than thirty seconds.

Sun Deming's phone screen lit up briefly; it was a bank message.

He clicked on it, and his pupils contracted sharply.

[Your China Merchants Bank card has received a transfer of 5,000,000 yuan.]

five million.

He asked for two million, but the other party gave him five million.

Sun Deming's hands began to tremble, not from fear, but from lingering dread and relief.

He guessed right.

The other party is indeed no ordinary person.

These kinds of people don't haggle or beat around the bush; they just throw money at you until you shut up.

If you know what's good for you, take what you're entitled to and leave; if you don't...

Concrete and steel bars, or swimming in the ocean...

There are plenty of places.

He didn't dare to think any further.

Fortunately, he didn't ask for an exorbitant amount.

The police officer took the phone, his mind buzzing.

They jumped from ten million to twenty million without hesitation.

"Officer, look, the compensation has been transferred. Can you release him now?"

When the police officer saw the transfer record of five million yuan and the recipient was Sun Deming, his pupils contracted slightly.

"Yes, yes, I'll go release them right away."

Who exactly is this elderly man with gray hair and dressed casually?

The detention cell was small, about ten square meters, with a metal bunk bed, a squat toilet, and not even a window on the wall.

Qin Jianjun lay on the bed, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.

Inside the detention room.

Qin Jianjun lay on the bed, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.

He automatically ignored the approaching footsteps.

Click. The sound of a lock opening.

He finally regained his composure.

The door was pushed open, and a beam of light shone in.

"Jianjun, Dad's here to pick you up."

"Big brother, let's go home!"

Qin Jianjun stared blankly at the two people in front of him, who were both familiar and unfamiliar.

That face was familiar.

What was unfamiliar was their clothing and demeanor.

"You? You? Father? Second son?"

He called out tentatively.

"Hey, what's wrong? You're not recognizing your dad anymore?"

Qin Zheng took Qin Jianjun's hand and pulled him up from the bed.

"without."

Qin Jianjun felt the roughness in his palms and finally experienced a long-lost sense of comfort.

It's definitely his father.

After leaving the traffic police station and getting into the car, Qin Jianjun felt like he was in a dream.

The second brother's words were still echoing in my mind.

"My dad's a tycoon!"

"We're kids from rich families!"

"Big brother, we're rich now."

"The hard times are over."

"This is Dad's personal driver, Li Jun."

It is indeed a Maybach with genuine leather seats.

He glanced at Li Jun in the driver's seat, who looked exactly like a tycoon's bodyguard in a TV drama, even his tough demeanor was so real.

He pinched the back of his hand hard; it hurt.

Not a dream.

The second brother didn't lie to him.

His dad is really rich!