Chapter 460: Finally Practiced It Once (Seeking Monthly Votes)

The office was a bit silent; Ma Ling and Yan Yumei looked at each other, neither knowing what to say.

Finally, Yan Yumei said with a hopeful look: "How did it go, Director Ye? Did our President Zhou agree?"

Whether he agreed or not could be seen from this expression, but one still had to pretend not to know.

One could only say that President Zhou was a good person; such a boss must get rich, and must also live to be a hundred years old!

Opposite, Ye Aiguo's face was livid and he couldn't say a word. What could he say? That he had been directly rebuffed by their leader?

He certainly couldn't do anything to Yan Yumei or her child now, because that President Zhou had said that he simply wouldn't care about such things.

Sighing, Ye Aiguo said: "Alright, let's stop here for today. Teacher Ma, please see Ms. Yan out."

What else could be done? The one double-standardizing was indeed him, or rather, the school.

They looked down on Yan Yumei, feeling that she was honest, so when she came to the school to reason, they simply said they couldn't handle it.

They were certain that she definitely wouldn't go make a scene because of this.

But now, there was trouble...

After Yan Yumei and the others left, Ye Aiguo took out his phone and called Dong Wenfang.

Dong Wenfang had already returned home, and she was comforting Fang Zixuan.

"It's okay, Zixuan. Your father will definitely come back. You must be obedient from now on, you know? Never do something like this again."

Fang Zixuan in front of her didn't say a word; no one knew what he was thinking.

During this time, the name Fang Zixuan had already become a joke. People all said his family was one of "kind father and filial son," with the son sending his own father in.

And because he pushed his grandfather down and sent him to the hospital, many relatives wouldn't even look at him now.

Who didn't know that the old couple doted on their grandson the most? Yet, this grandson not only pushed his grandfather down, causing a fracture and hospitalization, but didn't even go to see him once.

It was as if the other party wasn't the grandfather who had doted on him since he was small, but an old man he didn't know at all.

His cold-heartedness had reached an unimaginable level.

This was also a common ailment of some "spoiled brats" nowadays: extreme selfishness, believing that it was only right for others to be good to them.

Once a change occurred one day, they would start to become manic.

Dong Wenfang's phone rang; she picked it up and answered.

"Director Ye, what? Not agreeing to Mediation? No, why? My apology and compensation are negotiable, why won't they agree?"

"The Company? What does this have to do with their Company? Why? I'm already apologizing, what else do they want? Do they have to see me dead for it to be enough?"

"Director Ye, you promised you would help..."

As it turned out, it wasn't even her turn to finish speaking before Ye Aiguo roared back: "Who said I promised? Does this matter have anything to do with me?"

"Whether you want to file a Real-name Registration report or file a complaint for exposure, do as you please. You are all my masters and I am the grandson; if I can't afford to offend you, can't I at least hide from you?"

Beep, beep, beep!

Dong Wenfang stared blankly at her phone; she felt that everything seemed to have exceeded her expectations.

Mediation failed, so she could only go find the media to expose it.

She could only once again seek help from her tangled web of relatives and friends, finally managing to contact a reporter.

However, the moment the call connected and before she could finish explaining, the other party directly said: "Tengda's matter? Sorry, we don't take Tengda's matters."

"Why don't you take it? Does one Company have the final say in all of Jingzhou? Why should they be allowed to bully people like this!"

To Dong Wenfang's words, the reporter's reaction was very direct.

"Whether Tengda is in the wrong is naturally determined by the law. If you feel you've been bullied, you can call the police. This has nothing to do with who has the final say. Alright, I have things to do."

Don't joke; anyone working in the Jingzhou area, whether it be print media or Self-Media, knew the situation with Tengda.

How many people were watching them? If there really were such illegal bullying as she claimed, it would have been exposed long ago.

It wouldn't be her turn to take the initiative to find someone to expose it.

As for the rest, hoping for public opinion to apply pressure after exposure—locals all knew that the more public opinion there was, the more excited A Yi would be...

In any case, once this matter reached a certain point, there would definitely be reports, and A Yi would release them himself.

Dong Wenfang completely collapsed; she really couldn't understand why things had turned out like this!

But no matter what, life still had to go on.

"Zixuan, why don't you go to the hospital and see your grandfather," Dong Wenfang urged.

Fang Zixuan finally spoke, in a very loud roar: "I'm not going! He hit me like that, what's wrong with me fighting back!"

"All of you say I'm wrong. I'm not wrong! If you keep talking about me, I'll jump off the building!"

Upon hearing this, tears came to Dong Wenfang's eyes: "Okay, okay, you're not wrong. Stop talking about jumping off buildings, okay? Mom is scared hearing that."

There was no way out; there was absolutely no way out.

Dong Wenfang could only think of one method.

Time came to the next day at noon; Tengda Employees went downstairs, either to get takeout or to receive lunch boxes from their wives.

Yan Yumei also walked down; she had to go home every noon to cook for her child.

As it turned out, just after stepping out of the building's door, she discovered someone walking straight over, and then with a thud, they knelt down.

"Our family is about to be finished. Please, I beg you, let my family go, let my husband go."

The one kneeling and begging for mercy was none other than Dong Wenfang; this was the only method she could think of.

With so many people in this Company, they would surely surround them to watch the spectacle, and if someone filmed it and posted it online, then there might be hope.

At that time, saying the other party forced her family to ruin and that her son was depressed would be even better.

However, after Dong Wenfang finished speaking, she discovered that the coming and going Employees were still the same as usual; at most, they would glance once, and then go back to their own business.

What was going on? Did they... did they not have any desire to watch the spectacle?

This wasn't right; in other places, if there were someone kneeling like this, they would have been surrounded three layers deep inside and out long ago.

Here, actually, no one cared?

Are all these Employees this selfish? Dong Wenfang was already a bit bewildered.

She didn't know why, but after becoming a Tenda Employee, she could often see similar "performances" at the entrance.

Yes, it was a performance; in any case, over the past year, people coming here to cause trouble, plead for mercy, or kneel were endless.

At the very beginning, she was indeed interested, but after seeing it so many times, she became numb. What are you trying to express by kneeling? If you don't go to the Court, can kneeling solve the problem?

Zhou Yi happened to come out, but he didn't speak; in any case, Dong Wenfang didn't recognize him, and he was probably the only one watching the spectacle.

Regarding the boss's dark humor, Yan Yumei just gave a bitter smile, then turned and left.

She still had to hurry back to cook for her child; who had the time to blather here with you?

Seeing that Yan Yumei was about to leave, Dong Wenfang finally couldn't hold back and wanted to step forward to stop her.

A conflict might occur, so Zhou Yi thought about shouting to let the Company's female Employees go up and help.

As long as the other party didn't make a move, the Employees wouldn't need to either; they could just separate the two sides, which was very convenient, as they had done so before.

However, Zhou Yi inadvertently discovered that a man was charging straight toward Yan Yumei, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand!

A closer look revealed that it was a switchblade!

Zhou Mouren, who had been watching the drama, couldn't even care about that anymore and hurriedly prepared to walk over.

Fortunately, although it was an emergency, Zhou Mouren's mind was still very clear.

The Monitoring was fine; because of the previous incident of stealing takeout, there were many Monitoring cameras installed here, and they were all installed by Tenda itself—the best Monitoring, extremely clear.

As for the scale of defense, the other party was holding a knife, so his own scale could be a bit larger!

Whether the other party has a lethal weapon like a knife in their hand makes the standard for Legitimate Defense completely different concepts.

There was no help for it; last time at the gym, he wanted to put what Fang Dazhuang taught into practice, but it didn't happen because of Shizi.

He didn't expect that there would actually be an opportunity today!

However, Fang Dazhuang's warnings kept echoing in his mind; the standard for Legitimate Defense is extremely strict, so he must seize that "golden time" and strike true with one blow!

Some might ask, shouldn't Legitimate Defense be for one's own defense?

Wrong. Take a careful look at the provisions in the Criminal Law: in order to protect the state, public interests, or the person, property, and other rights of oneself or others from ongoing unlawful infringement...

So, some actions you take for the sake of state interests can also be classified as Legitimate Defense!

Many thoughts surfaced in Zhou Mouren's mind, but he discovered that he was a bit too far away; considering so much, he wouldn't be able to make it in time.

He could only charge over with all his might!

That man... oh no, wait, looking at his face, one could still see a sense of immaturity, but looking at his build alone, his height and weight were on par with an adult.

At this moment, he couldn't care about anything else; the other party raised the switchblade in his hand and stabbed directly toward Yan Yumei's chest.

"Zixuan, don't!"

Dong Wenfang behind them was going crazy; she had recognized him as soon as the man came over—this was her son.

She just didn't expect that he would actually come over with a knife!

Yan Yumei was struggling desperately, but she was still stabbed once; however, right at the second strike, Zhou Yi finally arrived and flew in with a kick!

Bang! Fang Zixuan was kicked and tumbled away, lying on the ground, clutching his chest, unable to stand up.

"Zixuan, are you okay? How are you? Don't scare Mom."

However, Fang Zixuan didn't speak; he was in too much pain to speak.

"What are you doing? You hit my son, right? I'm going to sue you, just wait to go to jail!" Dong Wenfang roared at Zhou Yi.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi's expression was extremely ugly as he said: "As you wish, but I can help you call the police first."

After finishing, he looked to the side and asked: "Auntie Yan, are you okay?"

Tenda Employees had already run over to look at Yan Yumei; she wasn't stabbed too severely, but it was clear she had been frightened out of her wits.

"I'm fine, President Zhou. You... you kicked him, will you be in trouble?" Yan Yumei was stunned for a moment before finally reacting, and then she started worrying again as she looked at Fang Zixuan lying there.

She had indeed been frightened just now; even though the other party was not yet an adult, he could still stab her to death.

It was just that now she felt that if President Zhou's kick caused the other party a problem, this matter would be troublesome.

Zhou Yi waved his hand, then took out his phone to call the police, and after calling the police, he dialed 120; doing things must be this airtight.

His kick just now did seem quite heavy; sure enough, there is a huge difference between having practiced fighting and not.

Although he only practiced with Fang Dazhuang twice a week, the results were very good.

By his estimation, Fang Zixuan on the other side must be in a lot of pain from that blow...

However, if Fang Dazhuang had done it, Zhou Yi dared not imagine.

Because Fang Dazhuang had never stopped exercising from university until now, and sometimes even participated in combat competitions...

That physical fitness was scary just to look at.

After reporting to the police one by one, seeing that Dong Wenfang still intended to say something, Zhou Yi said directly: "Stop talking. Your son stabbed someone with a knife and might have to be hospitalized now. If you get arrested too, who will take care of him?"

Are people these days so interested in Treading the Sewing Machine?

Why are they always rushing to get inside, and why does the whole family have to be neat and tidy? You should leave one person outside to help run the paperwork; one look and you can tell they have no experience.

Dong Wenfang immediately shut her mouth; her husband was inside, her son was going to the hospital, and if she got into trouble too, there would really be no one to take care of them.

Just as he was thinking, a siren wailed, and two police officers got out of the car. Zhou Yi took a look—hey, an acquaintance.

The middle-aged police officer who was with Chen Li when he went to report the case before; it seemed his surname was Zhao.

"Who called the police? What's going on?" the middle-aged police officer asked as he came over.

He looked at Fang Zixuan, who was still lying there unable to get up, and asked again: "Is the situation serious? Did you call an ambulance?"

Zhou Yi didn't speak, because Dong Wenfang was already there wiping away tears: "Comrade, it's this person! He just came up and kicked my son into this state!"

"My son is only fifteen years old this year! He hit him so severely, and after hitting him, he didn't even come over to check on the situation!"

The middle-aged police officer looked at Zhou Yi: "Is what she said true?"

Zhou Yi shook his head and said: "I indeed didn't go to check on the situation, but I called the police and dialed 120, and beyond that, I have nothing more to say."

"The other party used a knife to stab people, and they stabbed an Employee of my Company. I went up to stop them, and there is Monitoring here, from every angle, very clearly!"

"Comrades, you can send someone to retrieve the Monitoring; empty words are no proof."

The middle-aged police officer turned his head and asked another person to follow an Employee of Tengda to retrieve the Monitoring; in fact, relatively speaking, the police officer did not want to waste words either.

If one can have the most direct evidence, the kind of evidence where you know what happened at a glance, who would want to go to such great lengths and trouble?

Soon the ambulance arrived, and both Fang Zixuan and Yan Yumei were taken away by the ambulance; Zhou Yi asked a female Employee of the Company to follow along to look after them, and to pay in advance if there was any need to pay money.

Although Dong Wenfang wanted to know the situation of the handling, her son was definitely the priority.

Zhou Yi was naturally also taken to the Police Station to cooperate with the investigation.

After all, he had beaten someone into the hospital, and the other party could be considered to have reported the case, so the relevant investigation was necessary.

Also taken to the Police Station together were several eyewitnesses.

They were all Employees of Tengda, and they were very worried at this moment.

Mainly worried about President Zhou; after all, he was sitting in a police car to cooperate with the investigation.

However, once this group of people entered the Guangming Road Police Station, several of them began to doubt their lives.

Because as President Zhou walked into the Police Station, many people were greeting him.

Those who knew thought he was here to accept an investigation; those who didn't would have thought this guy was some leader here for an inspection...

Regarding these greetings, Zhou Yi just smiled and gestured; although he believed he was fine, the investigation was something that had to be done.

With Monitoring, several eyewitnesses, the spring-loaded knife in Fang Zixuan's hand, the fact that Yan Yumei was stabbed, and the series of issues between the two sides beforehand—putting these together to look at, the matter was already very clear.

"So, this Fang Zixuan, because he couldn't accept the fact that his father was imprisoned, specifically followed along today to commit knife-wielding retaliation?" the middle-aged police officer asked.

Zhou Yi nodded: "That's all I can think of. The other party is still a minor, after all, but I didn't have that thought when I took action; he looked no different from an adult."

To put it in one sentence: Is this damn kid fifteen?

Children nowadays not only know a lot, but they also develop early.

The investigation soon had results, not even needing to wait for the Injury Assessment Report from that side to come out.

Reported upward, in the words of the police from the branch's Legal Affairs Section, this was a textbook case of Legitimate Defense...

It perfectly conformed to the "Guiding Opinions on the Lawful Application of the Legitimate Defense System" jointly issued in 2020 by the Supreme People's Court, the Supreme People's Procuratorate, and the Ministry of Public Security.

It could even be said that if someone who didn't understand the law watched this video, they would reach the conclusion that if this wasn't Legitimate Defense, then nothing could be recognized as Legitimate Defense.

It could even be said that there was nothing worth discussing here.

And so, after Zhou Mouren stayed in the Police Station for a few hours, he was released; there was no need for Case Filing at all.

In the hospital, Dong Wenfang was waiting anxiously; her son had finished his examination, and one rib was broken.

If you were to say that Zhou Mouren's kick was truly that powerful, that wouldn't be it; it was mainly because he was a minor—his physical build looked like an adult's, but he wasn't as sturdy as an adult.

It really was "when it rains, it pours."

She was very confused right now; there were too many things going on, and most importantly, her son would actually commit such an act.

Just at this moment, someone called; a police officer from the Police Station had come over.

"He kicked my son like this, broke a rib, and you're telling me it's Legitimate Defense?"

Police Officer Lao Zhao said very calmly: "According to the current evidence, it is indeed so, and your son currently needs to be monitored by us!"

"Why? He's only fifteen, and didn't that woman have nothing wrong with her? She was just pricked, and she was fine after being bandaged!" Dong Wenfang asked with wide eyes.

"It is not convenient to disclose this; I am only informing you."

Indeed, the other party was only fifteen, and Yan Yumei was indeed fine.

But the Public Security Bureau does not look at cases so simply; among the eight major vicious crimes, Intentional Injury only results in criminal responsibility for minors aged fourteen to sixteen in cases of Serious Injury or death.

But... Attempted Intentional Homicide will definitely be prosecuted!

And unlike Intentional Injury, Attempted Intentional Homicide has cases of attempted crimes...

And what the Public Security Bureau needs to do is investigate clearly to see if Fang Zixuan's behavior was Attempted Intentional Homicide or Intentional Injury!

What Lao Zhao didn't say was that, judging from the high-definition Monitoring from before, Fang Zixuan was going at it with the intent to kill...

Some minors nowadays are truly ruthless.

And on the other side, inside the Guangming District Detention Center, Fang Haodong was contemplating life—why hadn't his family finished the Mediation yet?

Clearly, the police here all said that as long as a Private Prosecution Case is settled through Mediation and the lawsuit is withdrawn, it would be fine; could it be that his wife was unwilling to give even a little money?

If this drags on any longer, the court session will be here soon—damn it—and there won't be any chance for Mediation then; this is really screwed up!

Five thousand words; asking for monthly tickets for today's ten-thousand-word update.

(End of chapter)