Chapter 368: Good Citizen Title

Damn!

We hit a boat!

Just now someone was still wondering why they hadn't run into this good fortune.

As soon as the boat collision was mentioned, everyone was instantly stunned.

Hitting a boat, how dangerous!

They even arrested five people, two people catching five people!

Awesome, too awesome.

No wonder the bureau chief from the city bureau came to give an award.

Ye Guowei heard that his younger brother was so brave, his eyes filled with relief, also a hint of resentment; he didn't even mention coming back after such a big thing.

"Liu Jin." Zhou Zu Hai turned toward Liu Jin and said,

"Take Liu Benjun back and educate him properly; he has no sense of law, made a mistake, and even brought people to start a mass brawl—utter nonsense."

"Also, you, the police station chief, write me a self‑critique of 5000 words, make it profound; in your jurisdiction there's still a mass brawl—you can't shirk responsibility."

Liu Jin nodded with a bitter face, "Ma de, I'm taking the blame."

It's all because of that damned Liu Benjun.

Granny, I'll make you write a 10,000‑word self‑critique later.

Chief Zhou was holding the scene; Liu Benjun didn't dare resist at all and was taken straight into the police car by Liu Jin.

With so many people fighting today, Chief Zhou Zu Hai had no choice—he couldn't arrest everyone or let them go, so he arrested Liu Benjun to make an example.

Once Liu Benjun was taken, the remaining Liu Village villagers glanced at each other and slunk away.

We thought we'd surely win, but now we're made to look embarrassed and disheveled.

Chen Jinhai squeezed forward from behind, wearing a fawning smile,

"Hello, chief. I'm Chen Jinhai, the village head of Baiyun Village. Since you've come, how about having a simple meal in our village?"

Ye Cheng gave him a look of contempt and said, "Ma de, you weren't there when the fight happened, but now you show up."

Zhou Zu Hai didn't really understand their feud, but he was also busy today, so he politely declined, exchanged a few pleasantries, and drove off.

Seeing that the matter was settled, the remaining Baiyun Village villagers each headed home.

"Folks!" Ye Cheng suddenly shouted loudly, calling everyone to stop.

"Because of my affair you all got hurt, I really feel bad; I'll have Li Quezi give everyone a consumption card later—you can buy things at his place and I'll foot the bill."

Hearing there was money, those who had fought started cheering happily,

"Lao Er is so generous!"

"Thanks, Lao Er!"

"This fight felt great and we even get money—hahaha!"

The Chen family folks looked at Ye Cheng, brows furrowed; they said they were also present, not knowing if they'd get anything.

Everyone dispersed; Jiang Yunxiang hurriedly pulled Ye Guowei and Ye Cheng home, with Zhang Guafu following behind.

"You guys, next time don't rush in so fiercely—you could get killed." Jiang Yunxiang complained while fetching supplies to treat their wounds; she tended to Ye Guowei's injuries and Zhang Guafu to Ye Cheng's.

"Sister‑in‑law, they came to our door—how could we not fight back? Besides, you ladies aren't any less capable than men." Ye Cheng teased.

"Yes, yes, we're women, they wouldn't go for a killing blow; you men really went all out." Jiang Yunxiang gave Ye Cheng a sideways glance.

Both suffered considerable injuries—no broken bones or torn tendons, but they were covered in bruises all over.

Ye Guowei was fine; just let Jiang Yunxiang apply some medicine.

Ye Cheng, however, couldn't have Jiang Yunxiang apply it, nor Zhang Guafu handle it; he had to wait until Ye Guowei was done and then help him.

After Zhang Guafu helped, she went home, leaving only the Ye family members.

Jiang Yunxiang kept looking at that honor certificate, her eyes full of joy.

"Guowei, do you want to get a frame for it to hang up?"

Ye Cheng, upon hearing that, quickly shook his head,

"No, sister‑in‑law, if anyone comes in they'll have to say something—it'd be embarrassingly awkward; I'll just keep it at home."

Ni ma, just thinking about it is a socially deadly scene.

"That won't do—if I left it with you you'd surely toss it; I'll decide, it stays with sister‑in‑law, and she'll keep it for you."

Having said that, Jiang Yunxiang promptly put it away.

Ye Cheng scratched his face, helpless, only able to feel helpless.

At noon, after casually eating at home, Ye Cheng went to Li Quezi's place, said he'd give money and gave it.

Li Quezi had already been standing at the door, looking around; that morning he'd heard people say Ye Cheng was coming to arrange some kind of consumption card.

He didn't know what a consumption card was, but he knew it was a big deal.

"Yo, Lao Er, you've finally come—I've been waiting like I'm watching for stars and the moon." As soon as Ye Cheng approached, Li Quezi's leg wasn't limp anymore; he ran over, almost making Ye Cheng think his limp was fake.

"Damn, your leg isn't lame—you run so fast you could compete in the Olympics." Ye Cheng teased him.

"You say that, but I'm waiting for my god of wealth—whoever sees the god of wealth doesn't walk slowly." Li Quezi warmly led Ye Cheng into his little shop.

Then he hopped over and opened a bottle of happy drink for Ye Cheng, saying, "Lao Er, this bottle's on me—no charge."

Ye Cheng looked at him speechlessly,

"You're like a plucked iron rooster."

"Exactly—when the god of wealth arrives, not only an iron rooster but even a diamond would have to be plucked."

This guy, Ye Cheng couldn't be bothered to say more, and got straight to the point.

"You know about today's incident, right?"

"Yeah, I know, I know—our Lao Er brought glory to the village, not only repelling Liu Village's attack but also receiving an award from the city bureau; he's awesome. In our village you're one of a kind—back in ancient times you'd be someone honored by the imperial court, at least a recommended scholar." Li Quezi gave a thumbs up.

This brown-nosing is so thick it's made even Ye Cheng feel embarrassed.

Alright, alright, shut your mouth and get down to business.

Upon hearing talk of business, Li Quezi took out his notebook, then pulled out a calculator, and stared at Ye Cheng with a serious expression.

So, for this fight, each household that helped me gets 300 yuan; Duan Chunsheng's group later gets 200 yuan each; the Chen Family folks get 100 yuan each. Let's make that clear—whether the Chen Family people want it or not, don't force it on me, got it?

"Got it!" Li Quezi seriously noted it down in his notebook.

Then I'll figure out which households helped me in the fight.

Ye Cheng grabbed a small notebook, started writing down each household, and calculated that there were 16 households involved, which comes to 4800 yuan.

Duan Chunsheng ultimately brought support from 15 households, amounting to 3000 yuan.

The Chen Family's onlookers totaled 22 households, which is 2200 yuan.

All together, it adds up exactly to 10,000 yuan.

Damn it, no wonder later generations say that winning a fight means losing money, losing means ending up in the hospital—none of it's good.

You got it all down, right?

"Noted." Li Quezi's notebook was filled with densely packed entries.

Then you give each household a consumption card with the amount written clearly; when they spend at your place, just deduct it from the card.