Chapter 1242: I'm Here to Break Up a Fight

"Come, I propose, everyone raise your glasses. To our four years of university, to our youth, wishing us all a promising future! We've graduated!"

"Graduated!"

"Drink!"

A group of young people dressed in what looked very fashionable for this era were drinking and celebrating boisterously. They were celebrating the end of their university life and the beginning of a new page in their lives.

There were also people there who had drunk too much and were bragging.

"Let me tell you, I, Huazi, am putting my words here today. Before long, you just watch, I'll be holding a beauty in my left hand, shaking the keys to a Mercedes in my right, and I'll come looking for you."

"You're awesome just because you drive a Mercedes? I'm driving a Rolls-Royce, damn it! I'll hold a babe in my left hand, a babe in my right, and I'll have that babe shake my Rolls-Royce car keys."

"You're useless, damn it. You're already driving a Rolls-Royce, and you don't even know how to find a driver."

A group of people were bantering, bragging about things that had no bounds, becoming more and more out of line, picking up wine bottles and just drinking.

A pretty girl with half-long hair was holding a DV, recording everything at the table. She wasn't drinking, but she was always giggling foolishly because she felt happy...

At the tables where this group of university students were making noise, there was another table. Surrounded by seven or eight socialites who looked like hoodlums, they didn't dislike the noise of this group of university students; they even found it somewhat funny listening to the bragging over there. The hoodlums actually had quite high quality...

At another table next to this group of apparent hoodlums, Wang Yan, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, jeans, canvas shoes, with colorful tattoos exposed on his left arm and his hair slicked back, was eating five or six dishes by himself, drinking and pouring for himself.

Listening to the noise of the university students, he poured a glass of white liquor and drank it down, chewing on a few fennel beans with a crunch to go with the wine, searching for the feeling of Kong Yiji.

It's just that he wasn't drinking Shaoxing yellow wine, he wasn't wearing a long gown, he wasn't standing, he wasn't in Jiang Nan, and it wasn't the old society of a hundred years ago.

He was currently in the capital, at a restaurant named Kong Yiji...

At the neighboring hoodlum table, a bald man saw this side; he didn't feel comfortable, only lonely.

"Hey, brother?"

Seeing Wang Yan's gaze look over, he raised his wine glass from afar, "Let's have one."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile and also raised his wine glass, drinking a glass with the bald man.

The bald man greeted: "Brother, sit over here, let's eat at one table."

"No need, thanks, buddy."

Wang Yan politely declined, and the bald man didn't say anything more, continuing to eat and drink with his good brothers at the table.

This bald man looked familiar, but he wasn't an old friend. This person had no other hobbies, just loved eating sugar garlic.

Wang Yan smiled and continued to eat and drink on his own...

At this moment, a wine bottle flew up from the university students' side, drawing an arc in the air and flying into the pot at the hoodlums' table. The soup in the pot splashed out, staining them all over.

"Who the hell did that?" The bald man exploded instantly.

"That kid in the floral shirt." The little brother on the side pointed him out directly.

Actually, this little brother didn't know who it was either, but he saw clearly that the kid in the floral shirt was the best at bragging...

So the bald man got up decisively, went over, grabbed the person who called himself Huazi, and without a word, greeted him with a punch.

Thus, a brawl unfolded just like that; university students and hoodlums were cursing with ugly words, fists hitting flesh.

The female students scattered to the side, screaming, anxiously shouting, "Don't fight!"...

The girl holding the DV to record didn't panic. She was clever, at the edge of the battle circle, amidst the flying wine bottles, dishes, bowls, and chopsticks, filming at close range.

She was also excitedly shouting and cheering for people...

She held the DV and circled the battlefield, recording everywhere, just to record the exciting battle situation. Also, at the moment she turned around, a man who was eating, drinking, and watching the excitement appeared on the DV display screen.

Also at this moment, a wine bottle flew over fiercely. She exclaimed, wanting to warn him, but saw that person grab the bottle and place it on the table casually.

She couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, widen her eyes, showing her surprise...

Wang Yan put down the wine bottle, raised his eyebrows at her with a smile, and then stood up.

He shouted loudly: "Alright, that's enough."

While speaking, he walked to the nearest battle group, where two male students were surrounding and beating a little hoodlum.

He walked over and pulled the hoodlum out directly.

"Damn, you..."

"Hmm?" Wang Yan went straight to pinch his arm, making him howl, and looked with his eyes at the two male students who had already lost their heads and were about to rush over to continue fighting fiercely.

The two were terrified by Wang Yan's look, looked at the little hoodlum who was being grabbed by Wang Yan like a toy, and then looked at the tattoo on Wang Yan's arm, wisely taking a step back, standing honestly in place, not continuing to move.

"Be honest, don't force me to get serious." Wang Yan let go and patted the little hoodlum on the shoulder.

The little hoodlum lowered his head sensibly, and his eyes became clear.

Not managing them anymore, Wang Yan continued to walk into the battle group, separating the university students and hoodlums who were wrestling together.

Finally, Wang Yan grabbed one in each hand, separating the bald man and the bragging Huazi who were locked in a death struggle in the center, pulling them directly up from the ground.

"That's enough, do you have to kill someone? You die, he gets executed; you die, he gets executed."

Wang Yan pulled the two people back and forth, "None of you want to live, drinking this much, sober up."

"Brother, you are a reasonable person, you judge." The bald man felt wronged, "It's fine if they are howling and have no quality, we are uncultured, we respect university students, but can they be like this? You say we brothers were eating well, a wine bottle flew over, smashed into the soup, and splashed all over us, and they didn't even express anything."

"They flew the wine bottle, they are not reasonable; you hit people first, that means you are not reasonable. Is this a big deal? If your clothes are dirty, make them pay; then have them pay for you brothers' meal, have them say some good words, apologize, wouldn't this matter be over? You, on the other hand, didn't say a word, went up and beat people; you should say something."

Wang Yan touched his big bald head amusedly.

He also pulled the Huazi on the other side, making his unconvinced bragging words swallow back into his stomach.

Wang Yan said: "Alright, everyone calm down. It's estimated that in two minutes, the police will come; then just explain it clearly."

After saying that, Wang Yan didn't manage them, going back to his table to eat and drink heartily.

"Damn unlucky." The bald man spat, turned around to take care of his friends.

The university students were also asking each other if they were okay, and some began to sneak away...

This is normal; during the time they were fighting just now, some people had already left. Now that the fight was over, hearing that the police were coming, there was no need to think; they would definitely be taken back to cooperate with the investigation.

Not many normal people have the experience of dealing with the police; they just graduated, some have already contacted jobs, of course, they are afraid of damaging their future.

On the other hand, this Kong Yiji restaurant was overturned, which definitely involved the issue of compensation. Whether they were willing to pay, whether they were willing to spend, and what their family conditions were, these were all within the scope of consideration.

So slipping away, contacting later is the issue, even whether they are willing to contact is a problem...

The bald man and others watched this scene with a smile: "Still university students, all cowards."

"How are you talking? Didn't Grandpa not leave?"

Thus, the two sides started arguing again, intensifying.

"Are you done yet?" Wang Yan held his chopsticks, knocking on the table.

The two sides looked at each other with resentment, and then stopped.

The bald man walked to Wang Yan's table and sat down: "Brother, you tell me, am I wronged?"

"What's wrong about hitting people?" Wang Yan shook his head amusedly.

"Then didn't I get beaten too? Look at my mouth."

The bald man didn't stand on ceremony, took the Erguotou on the table and poured a glass, looked up and drank it down, opened a pair of disposable chopsticks and clamped fennel beans to go with the wine.

"It's fortunate that you got beaten too, otherwise you would have been detained for seven days at least."

"Hi, is that a thing? Let me tell you..."

"Stop bragging, is going to jail a good thing?" Wang Yan interrupted him.

"I'm talking about qualifications." The bald man laughed, turning to say, "My name is Zhu Haofu, 24 this year, living in Xidan. Brother, what do you call yourself?"

"Wang Yan, 26 this year, I'm over at Chongwen Sect."

"Oh, then I have to call you brother. Brother Yan?" Seeing Wang Yan nod with a smile, Zhu Haofu continued, "Brother Yan, just call me Pig Head, the brothers all call me that. Let's leave a phone number, if you have anything in the future, just say the word."

"You are also a reasonable person." Wang Yan shook his head amusedly.

"Hi, more trouble is worse than less trouble, we brothers aren't real hoodlums." Pig Head patted his smooth head.

He also knew that they didn't have the advantage, the university students had more people. If Wang Yan hadn't pulled them, they would have been beaten very miserably. Then the result would be mutual assault. They would have to pay for their own medical expenses, and they would have to compensate for the store's losses together.

At this time, a group of university students on the side started booing, gathering together and laughing at the nickname 'Pig Head'...

Before Pig Head and others could curse back, seven or eight police officers walked in from outside the restaurant.

"All stand straight! I'm talking to you, still eating!"

Watching Wang Yan stand up helplessly, the police officer greeted, "Where is the boss? Tell me what's going on."

Thus, the police understood simply on the spot, heard the process, and finally looked at Wang Yan.

"Really breaking up a fight?"

"Really." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, "Everyone can testify, that beauty held a DV and recorded the whole process."

The police nodded, their attitude becoming kinder: "Then you have to go back to the station with us to cooperate in making a statement."

"No problem." Wang Yan naturally had no room to refuse.

It was mainly because his tattooed arm had some influence. It was only 2006, not yet the time when tattooed groups sought recognition from mainstream society, crowned with the names of 'niche' and 'culture'. The most simple understanding of the broad masses of the people is, what good person has tattoos?

Thus, the police officer called for reinforcements, drove several vans, and took everyone to the police station.

Coincidentally, Wang Yan was arranged into the van with the university students.

"Brother, thank you." Huazi took the initiative to speak.

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you, brother." Others also followed to thank him.

"Oh, sobered up." Wang Yan shook his head amusedly.

"Hi, we just graduated from university, because of them, making more trouble, that's too worthless."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Just know it yourself."

"Still thank you, brother. That, my name is Zhao Xinhua, everyone calls me Huazi, this is Xiangnan, this is Lutao, this is Milai, Lutao's girlfriend. We are all from the School of Architecture, she is from the Academy of Fine Arts."

"Wang Yan."

"Brother Yan." A group of people called politely.

"Hey, Brother Yan, do you really know martial arts?" Milai leaned over, lying on Lutao, and asked curiously.

Wang Yan smiled: "Can't say I know martial arts, just learned Baji Quan from someone when I was young, and also learned wrestling. Not that magical, it's still about physical fitness. Are you looking at me catching that wine bottle? It's just eyes arriving, hands arriving, reaction fast."

"That's also amazing, three or five people can't get close, right?" Lutao followed up.

"Never fought, if three or five people really hit me, I would definitely run away, and then find the police officer."

The police officer in front naturally heard it, he said with a smile: "After all, you are old, speaking steadily."

"That's for sure, they are young and know they can't be angry, can I do that?"

"Brother Yan, do you think I don't know you?" The old police officer in front turned his head, "You really don't say, if I didn't know you, I would really believe what you said."

Wang Yan distinguished it, actually looked for the information, then shook his head and smiled: "Old Zhang, haven't retired yet? Don't be alarmist, look at them all pricking their ears to listen, as if I'm some bad person.

Isn't it just young and ignorant, always fighting? I didn't steal or rob, and I even acted bravely for a just cause. Yes, I beat your son, that's because he didn't learn well with others, bragging and picking fights, and he was the most noisy, I just beat him up, didn't hurt him, still holding a grudge?"

"Get out, get out, get out, I tell you, you are also in your thirties, be honest for me."

"You are really wronging me. It's the new millennium now, not when I was young. Now what is seen is who has money, who has power, not who can fight, what's the use of being able to fight? I heard your son works in the government, right? Look, can I beat him now? That's the thing.

Old Zhang, in this world, good people suffer. You say when I met you, you were a grassroots police officer, now you still are. Those who were beaten by me until they were full of teeth, this brother that grandfather, now they have all made a fortune. Oh, one by one driving Mercedes. Huazi, people are really holding babes, that's beautiful, they are capable...

You are still staring at me, those people, one by one, catching them is all merit."

"Don't talk nonsense, shut your mouth for me." Old Zhang scolded, then ignored Wang Yan, this kid speaks too ugly.

Wang Yan shrugged, hugged his shoulders and sat there without speaking.

Huazi and others exchanged glances, wanting to pretend to be mindless and ask in detail, but the car had already arrived at the place.

Adding up to more than twenty people, they were taken by the police into the police station, to a room. The women stood against the wall, the men squatted in front...

Wang Yan, Pig Head, and Huazi were taken away and made statements separately. The DV in Milai's hand was also taken by the police to make a backup.

This indeed proved Wang Yan's innocence.

At this time, Pig Head and Huazi also confirmed that they were not far apart, belonging to the same area, looking familiar.

So Pig Head took it all on himself, saying he wanted to take Huazi to work together and make money together.

Of course, he didn't forget Wang Yan, asking: "Brother Yan, what do you do? If not, let's work together."

"I'm also hungry one meal and full one meal, just dealing with it. Working together is fine, what do you do?"

"Flipping second-hand cars, let me tell you, Brother Yan, this line is quite profitable. Let's work together, dozens a year, easily." Pig Head spoke quite exaggeratedly, turning to say, "This is not a place to talk, Brother Yan, don't leave yet, wait until we are done here, let's drink some more in a while, then I'll tell you properly and you'll know everything."

"Okay, just didn't eat well before."

Pig Head smiled embarrassedly: "Don't worry, Brother Yan, I'll definitely arrange it for you in a while."

Thus, after a while, they settled the losses in the store for the Kong Yiji store owner. This money was originally to be shared equally by both sides, half each. But helplessly, there was a rich woman like Milai on the field, she spoke quite openly, it was their side that flew the wine bottle first, so she directly patted her not-rich chest, indicating that she would bear all the losses. She took cash on the spot, gave it to the store owner, and solved the problem decisively.

Thus, everyone seemed to be good friends, laughing and leaving the police station.

The university students had no mood after this experience, so they said goodbye and left.

Remaining were Huazi, Xiangnan, Lutao, and Milai, four people. Huazi said he wanted to continue drinking with Pig Head and others, the others were also bold, and also loved to play, they also didn't drink enough, the time wasn't late, so they all agreed to go together.

Pig Head's few brothers also retreated, six people took two taxis, went to a restaurant Pig Head mentioned, ordered many dishes, ordered more wine, a group of people who had just fought sat at a table and started eating and drinking... ===== CHAPTER 1243 =====