Chapter 1912: Reconciliation

Zhao Fusheng had always held a considerable respect for artists.

His reasoning was simple: since these people could achieve success in a certain field, they must be the elites of this era, representing the inheritance of culture.

But what Zhao Fusheng never expected was that Li Qingshan's wife would give him a surprise.

"Don't bother with them."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Zhang Qian, "Let's see what they plan to do next."

"Alright."

Zhang Qian nodded and hung up the phone.

Neither of them took the matter to heart; with solid evidence, what more was there to say?

Even if the girl changed her testimony, in Zhao Fusheng's view, as long as the police weren't brain-dead, they should know there was something fishy about this.

But what he didn't expect was that this matter would have a follow-up.

Three days later.

Zhang Qian called Zhao Fusheng again.

"The police station wants us to go for reconciliation."

Zhang Qian's first words left Zhao Fusheng stunned.

Reconciliation?

Zhao Fusheng was dumbfounded.

What kind of crazy move was this? How did reconciliation come into play?

Was it really being treated as a simple brawl?

"No, don't mess with me."

Zhao Fusheng still couldn't believe that this had actually turned out like this.

They actually wanted reconciliation...

What were the people at the police station thinking?

"I'll go."

Zhang Qian said to Zhao Fusheng.

"No, I'll go with you."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Bring some people to pick me up. I want to see what's really going on."

He hadn't planned to get involved, but since it had come to this, he wanted to see who was behind the scenes.

Soon, Zhang Qian arrived at Zhao Fusheng's house with people and cars, picked him up, and headed to the police station.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng frowned and said to Zhang Qian, "What's going on? Why reconciliation?"

"I don't know either."

Zhang Qian shrugged; he didn't need to play driver for Zhao Fusheng now.

"What exactly is going on?"

Zhao Fusheng asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Qian smiled bitterly; he really didn't know what was happening. He had inexplicably received a call from the police station and was just as confused.

"Let's go see what that lady is up to."

Zhao Fusheng said with a cold laugh.

Since that was the case, he wanted to see what tricks Li Qingshan's wife, a woman named Ge Meng, could pull.

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When the report was filed, Zhao Fusheng hadn't gone to the police station, but Zhang Qian knew the way. The convoy soon stopped at the station's entrance.

"Who are you?"

Black suits and a convoy—such a lineup naturally surprised the people at the station. Soon, a police officer came out to ask their identities.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Qian. I'm here for mediation."

Zhang Qian stepped forward and said to the officer.

The officer was young, looking like he had just started working a couple of years ago. He was startled by Zhang Qian and Zhao Fusheng's entourage and quickly nodded: "Ah, please follow me."

They walked inside. In the courtyard, the officer looked awkwardly at the bodyguards behind Zhang Qian and Zhao Fusheng and said quietly, "Um, they can't go in."

"Alright."

Before Zhang Qian could answer, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to the officer, "Officer, can just the two of us go in?"

He meant himself and Zhang Qian.

"Yes, yes, of course."

The officer quickly nodded.

He wasn't stupid; these people were clearly important figures, with a completely different demeanor from the arrogant singer's wife sitting in the meeting room.

Zhang Qian had no objections either. Since this was a police station and he was by Zhao Fusheng's side, he didn't care where they were.

Safety wasn't an issue either.

Soon, they entered the meeting room.

As soon as he entered, Zhao Fusheng saw the chubby kid from that day sitting there playing with his phone, next to a woman in white clothes who often appeared on TV—it was indeed the singer's wife named Ge Meng.

"You're here."

"Hello."

Zhang Qian shook hands with an older police officer and turned to Zhao Fusheng: "This comrade took our statement that day..."

He was referring to the night they brought the fat guy named Li Tiantian over.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and shook hands with the officer: "Hello."

"Ah, sorry. Really sorry."

The officer glanced at Zhang Qian and Zhao Fusheng, seemed to want to say something, but stopped and said nothing.

Clearly, he probably knew something, but due to pressure from certain people, he didn't know how to bring it up.

"Mom, they're the ones who hit me!"

Li Tiantian stood up, pointing at Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian: "These two are the ringleaders!"

Obviously, he had a very deep impression of Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian.

No help for it—one was the man who beat him up, and the other was the one who gave the order.

"You two!"

Ge Meng shot up, pointing at Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian: "Who gave you the guts to hit someone in broad daylight? Director Zhou, I'm reporting this now. Arrest them! Arrest them!"

Clearly, she was furious. Her son, spoiled by her and her husband since childhood, never even a finger laid on him, had been beaten and sent to the police station. It was a thunderbolt!

When she got the news, Ge Meng almost fainted. She rushed to the station and saw her son with a bruised and swollen face.

Of course, in Li Tiantian's account, he was the wronged party.

Ge Meng knew in her heart that her son and his friends probably weren't familiar with that girl and likely met her in a bar.

But regardless, they couldn't just hit people!

"Teacher Ge, Teacher Ge, please calm down, calm down!"

The officer called Director Zhou quickly tried to soothe Ge Meng.

"Director Zhou, look at what they did to him! He's still a child!" Ge Meng said, touching her son's face with distress and pity.

Clearly, she was beside herself with anger.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha... He's still a child! Haha!"

Completely unable to control himself, Zhao Fusheng laughed almost to the point of cramping.

Even Zhang Qian beside him didn't understand why Zhao Fusheng was laughing like that.

What was going on?

"This..."

Director Zhou was also dumbfounded, completely at a loss.

But remembering his old leader's instructions, Director Zhou coughed and looked at Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian: "Um, could we talk in private?"

Zhang Qian frowned and looked at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng stopped laughing, his face turning serious.

Clearly, something had changed that he and Zhang Qian didn't know about.

Otherwise, today wouldn't have just been Ge Meng, Li Tiantian, and the two of them here.

The victim apparently hadn't even shown up.

Director Zhou didn't waste words; he pulled Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian into another room.

"First, I want to thank you both for your courageous act." Director Zhou looked at Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian sincerely.

From these words, it was clear that Director Zhou probably knew something.

"And then?"

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Director Zhou and said flatly.

Obviously, there was more to this; otherwise, they wouldn't have been called here.

"It's like this. Teacher Li Qingshan and Teacher Ge Meng are both renowned artists in our country. Li Tiantian, this kid, might have been neglected by his parents due to their busy work. So he acted on impulse and made some mistakes..."

Director Zhou looked at Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian and said earnestly.

"Hmm?"

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow.

Something about these words didn't sound right.

"We've already educated him. He's recognized his mistake and apologized to the victim. So, we're considering whether we can reach a reconciliation?"

Director Zhou's next words made both Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian's faces darken.

Zhang Qian was okay, but Zhao Fusheng's face was so dark it could drip water.

"Director Zhou, I think you should have seen the statement from that day. They weren't acting on impulse; they were planning to take the girl to a hotel and had even drugged her..."

Zhang Qian said to Director Zhou, "How can this just be brushed aside..."

"But that's not what the victim says." Director Zhou smiled bitterly. "I know you were acting bravely, but now the victim says you were deliberately causing trouble..."

"Forget it."

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng suddenly spoke: "Since that's the case, let it go. We'll reconcile with them."

"Fusheng!"

Zhang Qian was stunned, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise, never expecting him to agree to the reconciliation.

"Really?"

Director Zhou was also somewhat surprised, not expecting Zhao Fusheng to agree so quickly.

He had seen from the start that Zhang Qian was completely deferring to Zhao Fusheng. Although he didn't know the young man's name, it was clear he was someone important.

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "If the victim isn't pursuing it, what do we have to pursue? Besides, you've already classified it as a brawl, haven't you..."

Director Zhou's face rarely reddened. He knew that this was indeed not the right thing to do, but he had to bow to pressure from higher-ups.

"I'm really sorry. We will definitely..."

Director Zhou started to speak, clearly feeling uncomfortable himself.

But Zhao Fusheng felt a bit disheartened. He stood up and walked straight out, not wanting to say another word to these people.