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The law enforcement officers closed their notebooks and briefly summarized the preliminary investigation results.

Shen Zhiyi took a step forward and repeated Lao Fang's threats to them point by point.

Old Fang stood next to Li Mingyuan, and after listening, he sighed, his tone sincere and steady:

"Mr. Li, there is indeed some misunderstanding between these kids and Lao Zhao. I also failed in my communication. I will apologize to them properly later."

However, it is a fact that the student caused the accident by practicing driving without the instructor's permission.

As for threats and such... they were just things said in the heat of the moment, and young people tend to take them seriously.

After he finished speaking, he shook his head slightly, his expression as if he were lamenting that young people nowadays really don't know how to listen to good or bad advice.

Zhang Yifan reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

He clicked on a recording and turned the volume up to the maximum.

Lao Fang's voice came through the phone speaker, every word clear and distinct.

"Hurry up and pay for the repairs. Let's settle this privately. Otherwise, if things escalate, your friend could face a lawsuit. He just finished the college entrance exam; his future is bright. Don't let this little thing ruin his records. Take my advice, don't you think?"

The recording continued, with Lao Fang spouting off one sentence after another: "Unlicensed driving instructors will face legal trouble" and "How much trouble can a few kids who just finished the college entrance exam cause?"

The sincere and composed smile on Lao Fang's face shattered.

He stood next to Li Mingyuan, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but the recording showed him continuing to threaten several students who had just finished the college entrance examination, so he couldn't open his mouth anymore.

Li Mingyuan did not speak immediately.

He was silent for several seconds, then spoke, his voice low, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "Is this also a matter of poor communication?"

Old Fang opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Old Zhao stood in the corner, his body trembling from the moment the recording was played in public.

The color drained from his face little by little.

He suddenly took a step forward, his voice high-pitched and hoarse:

"Mr. Li! It was all Lao Fang who made me do it!"

It was his idea to shift the blame to the students, he was the one who made me change the memory card, and he made up the story that the surveillance camera was broken!

He said that as long as he shifted all the responsibility onto the students, they would obediently pay the money!

Several students had accidents before, and this was how it was handled; he pocketed all the compensation money!

Old Fang looked at Old Zhao in disbelief, seemingly not expecting Old Zhao to betray him so easily.

However, before Lao Fang could explain, one of the coaches in the crowd made a move.

A young coach took a step forward.

He was probably in his early twenties. He glanced at Lao Fang, then at Li Mingyuan, his Adam's apple bobbing twice, before he spoke:

"Mr. Li, this isn't the first time Lao Fang has done something like this."

Last month, a student hit a flower bed while reversing into a parking space. Lao Fang told the student that he would have to pay 3,000 yuan in compensation, without going through insurance, and would transfer the money directly to him.

Later, the student transferred the money to him. He took 1,500 yuan and told the coach not to tell anyone about the remaining 1,500 yuan.

That student still doesn't know that they could actually use insurance.

Once someone started, the others became bolder.

Several coaches then stepped forward.

Many people said that Lao Fang had embezzled students' compensation funds on more than just these two occasions; they had personally witnessed it on three or four other occasions.

Every time, the routine is the same: threatening the trainees that it will leave a stain on their records, making them obediently hand over money, and then the money goes into Lao Fang's own pocket. The car repair is then paid for through insurance, which means he gets paid twice for one repair.

An elderly coach with gray hair walked out of the crowd.

He had worked at Quantong for over a decade and was Lao Fang's senior. He was usually quiet and reserved, and never got involved in any trouble.

He walked up to Li Mingyuan, took off his hat, held it in his hand, and remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"Mr. Li, I'm so sorry!"

I've known about Lao Fang's affairs for a long time, but I've never dared to say anything.

He's the team leader; whoever offends him gets assigned the worst car and the worst class time.

He forced one of my apprentices to leave. He didn't say anything when he left, he just didn't want to cause trouble.

These kids stood up for my apprentice today. If I don't speak up now, I'll have let that apprentice down for the rest of my life!

The training ground was quiet.

Old Fang stood there, unable to utter a single word.

The cigarette pack in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and he stepped on it, scattering the cigarettes all over the floor.

His expression went from forced composure to complete blankness.

Li Mingyuan turned around to face all the students and coaches who were watching.

"Coach and team leader Fang Guoqiang has abused his position to illegally amass wealth, threaten students, and cover up the misconduct of coaches. Effective today, he is removed from his position as coach and team leader and is immediately dismissed."

If any student is willing to provide evidence, the driving school will fully cooperate with the subsequent legal proceedings.

Coach Zhao Zhigang has been dismissed from Quantong Driving School for repeatedly neglecting his duties, colluding with Fang Guoqiang to shift blame onto students, and illegally amassing wealth. He will be subject to further investigation.

The driving school will cover all repair costs for today's accident, and student Tang Xiaonuan's training fee will be fully refunded.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over all the coaches present.

"Starting today, Quantong Driving School will re-regulate its instructor management system."

The students you have are all here to learn to drive, not to be bullied.

"Fang Guoqiang serves as a cautionary tale for anyone who dares to do such a thing again!"

Some of the trainees in the crowd started clapping, and the applause echoed across the training ground.

The old coach put his hat back on and stood in the crowd clapping along.

He took the photos slowly, but each shot was taken with great force.

After the matter was settled, Tang Zhengchuan walked up to Zhang Yifan and the others.

After he stopped, his gaze lingered on Zhang Yifan, Shen Zhiyi, and Zong Wen's faces in turn, and then he spoke, his voice full of vigor:

"Thank you for today! Nuannuan told me that you stood up for her and waited with her for the law enforcement officers, so she wouldn't have to bear it all alone."

This girl has never liked to say nice things to people, but luckily she has you all as her friends to help her.

"Dad!" Tang Xiaonuan glared at him from the side, her ears turning slightly red. "Don't be so serious, you're scaring my friend."

Tang Zhengchuan smiled, a rare occurrence for him.

He nodded, took a step back, and stood with Li Mingyuan, leaving space for the young people.

Li Mingyuan also expressed his opinion, saying that anyone who needs anything at Quantong can contact him directly in the future.

Everyone dispersed.

Law enforcement officers took Lao Fang and Lao Zhao away; they will face legal sanctions and receive the punishment they deserve.

The coaches returned to their cars, and the training ground returned to calm.

The willow tree that was knocked askew is still leaning, and the damaged driving school car has been towed away. Only a few fragments of taillights remain on the ground.

The four walked towards the entrance of the driving school.

Zong Wen walked at the very back, his steps dragging, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor, as if he had something on his mind.

Zhang Yifan slowed his pace, waited for him to catch up, and glanced at him sideways: "What's wrong?"

Zong Wen remained silent for several seconds before speaking, his tone heavy as if announcing a major change in hope Yao's life: "Brother Fan, it's over! I feel the gap between me and Tang Xiaonuan has widened!"