Chapter 793

In the quiet interrogation room, sitting on the cold, hard interrogation chair that dug into his buttocks, Liu Yilin, the son of Ping'an City's richest man, looked helplessly and hatefully at the police officer sitting in the interrogation position, who was wearing a damn smile.

Wang Yan crossed his arms and said with a chuckle, "You don't have to be so sad. Actually, your dad did put in a word. Just five minutes ago, the leaders of the Municipal Bureau were still holding a meeting regarding the Old Zhao family. I don't know the specific process, but I imagine your dad must have communicated with some leader in the city, who then reached out to the Municipal Bureau."

"At the time, the main leaders of the Municipal Bureau and the leaders of each branch were likely all present, and I explicitly expressed my refusal, so you shouldn't count on too much. But honestly, I can understand your dad, yet I still look down on him quite a bit. Saying one thing and doing another is very inconsistent with his status, and from this, one can also see how helpless he is when it comes to you."

"Your dad told you to cooperate well. I don't know how you interpreted that, but I'm taking it literally, and I hope you don't take it as sarcasm. Let's talk, Young Master Liu. When did it start? Who brought you into it? Who provided the goods? Who were you with? Or tell me everyone you know about. Start from the beginning."

"Let me make this clear to you: if you want to put up a stubborn resistance, that's fine. As long as I don't have evidence to prove you are suspected of drug trafficking, then this time you'll just be detained for fifteen days and fined two thousand. This penalty decision can be said to have gone through the public decision of the Municipal Bureau meeting; it's set in stone."

"But what I want to tell you is that if you don't cooperate and confess the situation, I can tell you clearly right now that I will launch an in-depth investigation into your social network. If I discover anything else related to you then, it will have to be a criminal case. Today I dared to arrest you, and I dared to refuse the leaders; another day, I will dare to send you inside. Your dad's name is indeed loud, but in Ping'an City, it doesn't reach the level of covering the sky with one hand."

"You don't need to glare at me, and don't think I'm scaring you. I'll give you one minute to consider it yourself. The countdown starts now: fifty-nine, fifty-eight..."

In the interrogation room, there was only the sound of Wang Yan's countdown. He looked with the gaze of someone looking at a dead man, smiling as he watched Young Master Liu, who was staring fixedly at him, looking as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes.

Liu Yilin had encountered the greatest Waterloo of his life. From childhood to adulthood, he had never suffered such a big loss, and it was at the hands of a local police station officer whom he usually wouldn't even bother to glance at. In the past, he didn't even need to report his own name; wherever he went or whoever he met, others would report his name for him. Among the nation's listed companies, there were fewer than three hundred with a market value exceeding fifty billion; he really had a lot of face.

But now, a tiny local police station officer had actually arrested him directly, and his dad personally putting in a word didn't even work.

Of course, the so-called "putting in a word," at Liu Xiaoguo's level, certainly wouldn't be directly saying, "My son was arrested by the police for drug use; can you think of a way to let him go?" In reality, what he likely said was, "Hey, Leader, I just found out that my good-for-nothing son is suspected of drug use and was arrested by Officer Wang of the Balihe Police Station. Please don't have any reservations; you must handle it strictly and severely."

It sounded very much like "righteousness over family," as if it were very proper. But if Liu Xiaoguo really didn't want to get involved, he shouldn't have made the call. The fact that he made this call, no matter how much nonsense he spoke, conveyed only one meaning: his son was arrested for drug use, so find a way to handle it specially. Perhaps he even added something about "there will be a generous reward"...

Twenty-nine, twenty-eight...

The damn sound of the countdown continued. Liu Yilin experienced a painful struggle that no one knew about. Each sound of the countdown seemed to press against the violent beating of his heart. Perhaps it was because of that sound that his heart was beating so violently. He was nervous and also afraid. Unknowingly, in less than a minute, he was sweating like rain...

He felt his heart tighten and his eyes go black, feeling only a pair of hands gripping his throat, wanting his life. Finally, he couldn't bear the immense pressure, and when the count reached ten, he spoke tremblingly: "I'll talk..."

Wang Yan's countdown came to an abrupt halt. Looking at Young Master Liu, who looked as if he had been fished out of water and was gasping for air like a survivor, he still smiled.

"Young Master Liu is a bit weak. Even like this, you're still using drugs to find a thrill?"

Having spoken, Liu Yilin felt his whole body come alive at once. Ignoring Wang Yan's mockery, he gasped for a while and said, "Are you sure you want to hear it? There are quite a few people involved..."

"I can only tell you this: if the impact isn't big, you'll be able to see them in the detention center tomorrow. If the impact is big, then that's not my problem, but the leaders' problem. When the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up; what does it have to do with a small policeman like me? Jiwei, make sure you record everything I've said; don't miss a single word. Come on, Young Master Liu, tell me everything, no matter how big it is."

This matter could be figured out even with one's toes. Although Liu Yilin was a waste, his old man was indeed capable. The people he associated with weren't the top tier of Ping'an City, because top-tier people had brains and probably wouldn't play with such an idiot. The premise of teasing a fool is that the fool has no power and won't hurt you; clearly, Liu Yilin had some capacity for harm.

As for people of similar status, he didn't have the level to stand out and occupy a dominant position; he might even be the one being ordered around most of the time, and of course, he wouldn't be happy.

So, looking at it comprehensively, there weren't many people of similar status around Liu Yilin; there were more who were lower than him. However, because his old man was strong enough, those with lower status than him were actually also in a high bracket, mostly second or third generations of Ping'an City's high-level circles. It might drag out a large wave of people, but Wang Yan didn't think these people could stir up much trouble...

Liu Yilin laughed, because he knew very well how big this trouble was.

He began to recount his experiences and his mental journey: "I got hooked on this stuff when I was studying abroad..."

Following his narration, the dirty deeds of a shocking little circle were revealed. This kid probably wasn't afraid of things being too big, saying everything; drugs, gambling, and prostitution were already the basics, and he even listed a series of criminal events.

The one sentence Liu Yilin emphasized the most was, "These were all done by them; I didn't participate. You're so capable, you must have seen it too; I don't have that much guts." Whether he had that much guts, Wang Yan didn't know, but Wang Yan believed that this kid hadn't participated.

Having heard a pile of things, looking at Liu Yilin, who felt he had thrown out the trouble and was looking at him with an expression of "let's see how you handle it," Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Based on these things you've confessed, you must cooperate with our investigation. As for whether you participated in it, I remain skeptical. After fifteen days, your activities will be restricted."

"Besides, what are you so proud of? Use your brain, Young Master Liu. If we arrest people, who do you think they'll settle the score with? I especially understand your dad right now; he's having a hard time."

"Are you playing me?" Regarding Wang Yan's mockery, Liu Yilin automatically filtered it out; the child had already learned to grasp the key point. The key point was that the investigation into him would continue, his activities would be restricted, and he might be subjected to retaliation from others.

Wang Yan shook his head: "The interrogation is recorded in audio and video throughout, legal and compliant. I am responsible for every sentence and every word I say, and you should be too. I have never promised you anything, so where does this 'playing you' come from? Alright, shut up and wait to see what the situation is later. Stay here for one night, and tomorrow I'll send you to the detention center. Jiwei, print out the confession and have him sign it. I'm going to make a call to report the situation."

As he spoke, Wang Yan took his thermos and left the basement, went upstairs to refill the hot water, and only then went to the backyard to light a cigarette, took out his phone, and called Director Song, who probably hadn't slept yet.

"What is it again?" Director Song's voice revealed bitterness, helplessness, and grievance.

"Nothing much, just that Young Master Liu has confessed. Not only did he confess about the drugs, but he also dragged out a small group..." Wang Yan's memory was naturally very good; he repeated Liu Yilin's words almost without missing a word.

No matter how stupid Liu Yilin was, he certainly wouldn't talk nonsense; these things were all chatted out by Wang Yan. His countdown was calculated; the interrogation room itself had a lot of psychological pressure, and he controlled the sound and speed while counting, while also releasing a hint of deadly killing intent. With so many aspects combined, it was easy to break Liu Yilin's psychological defense, and then during the chat, Wang Yan deliberately guided him. How could such a second-generation heir with little intelligence withstand it? Of course, he confessed everything.

Having told Director Song a pile of sensitive content, Wang Yan smiled: "Director Song, let me tell you, when I arrested Liu Yilin, the manager of that nightclub knew about it. If the action isn't swift, the drug dealers will probably run away. This matter is up to you; it has nothing to do with me. The people are watching you. That's all, nothing else. Get some good rest."

Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Director Song took deep breaths, calming his mood. He was angry at the lawlessness of those second-generation heirs, and also angry that Wang Yan could really find trouble. It had only been three days since the National Day holiday started! On the first day, he caught a perverted murderer; on the second day, he handled the Old Zhao family; on the third day, he caught the son of Ping'an City's richest man. And that wasn't all; he also dragged out the evil deeds of many people. Each one was harder to handle than the last.

After calming down for a while, Director Song went to drink some water, moistening his suddenly dry throat. He paced back and forth in his living room, brainstorming. After about seven or eight minutes, he let out a long breath, then picked up his phone, found Director Liang's number, and called.

Ten minutes later, "Director Liang, yes, you're right, this kid is a disaster star. I heard that the comrades at Balihe all say he's Conan possessed; wherever he goes, trouble happens. Sigh, yes, Director Liang is worthy of being Director Liang; you can understand my predicament. This kid's ability is frighteningly strong. I've already submitted the quarterly reports, just look at the situations in Dongning Village and Xincheng Aofu; looking across the country, where else is there anything like this?"

"This kid also has big ambitions. I remember he said it was this month, saying he wanted to write a few papers to submit to journals, focusing on mass work, and even wanted to submit to 'Qiushi'. He even shouted slogans, saying something like 'in the past there was the Fengqiao experience, in the future there will be the Balihe method'."

"Yes, yes, yes, this time, he just called me and lectured me, saying that when he was arresting people, the manager of that bar saw it, and if they didn't act quickly, the people might have run away. He also said the people are watching you, which made me feel so uneasy. This kid only knows how to label people. Director Liang, I can't do it anymore; you have to make the decision on this matter..."

Having shifted the pressure, Director Song let out a long breath, feeling comfortable...

Early the next morning, unsurprisingly, Wang Yan waited for the greetings of Station Wang Suozhang.

"Ancestor, can you calm down a bit? You've only been confirmed in your position for three days! Can you stop looking for trouble? I heard from Director Song that you even spoke to Director Liang with hidden barbs? You really aren't afraid of anything."

Station Wang Suozhang looked like he was about to die. He had been out on duty for three days, and the things he caused were getting bigger day by day. He didn't want to be station chief anymore... but he still had to stand his last post well.

"Station Chief, you can't always be so easily startled. If there's illegal or criminal activity, we have to arrest them. The more powerful and wealthy they are, the more we have to arrest them. Have you read the confession that kid made? It's truly rotten to the core. If we leave them for one more day, maybe there will be one more victim."

"I can understand that you have concerns, but I'm not afraid. As long as I'm in Balihe for one day, I definitely won't indulge them. Regarding what this Liu Yilin confessed, I'll just wait and see how these leaders handle it. If they pretend to be blind, then I definitely won't stand for it. Then I wouldn't have the face to enforce the law for other people; that wouldn't be a people's police."

Wang Yan said it like that, so he was definitely going to do it like that. The slogans had to be shouted loudly, and the actions had to be even more forceful. However, with that previous phone call, Wang Yan actually believed they wouldn't destroy their own future. There was no need to sacrifice themselves just to cover up someone else's business. Even if they really had the ability to deal with Wang Yan, it would be mutual destruction, and no one was willing to take that risk.

Wang Shouyi was helpless; there was really no way to talk to him. This whole set of "correct" words—what could he say?

"Station Chief, don't worry about me. I don't want to get promoted or get rich, and I'm not afraid of anyone looking for trouble with me or anyone wanting to kill me. I'll just guard Balihe for the rest of my life. Isn't there a saying that good words can't persuade a ghost that's destined to die? Station Chief, just treat me as someone destined to die, and don't worry about me."

"Look at you, don't you understand all these principles? You have so much money, and your family is just you alone. Now that you're dating Xia Jie, why don't you treat her well, get married early, and have kids? Why are you courting death like this?" Wang Shouyi really didn't understand Wang Yan's thinking.

He didn't even want to get promoted or get rich. With someone like Wang Yan, surely no one would let him get promoted; he wouldn't even be able to stop being a small policeman. When he was alone, they couldn't control him; if he led a team, would that be the end of it? Balihe would definitely have a 'Blue Sky' (honest official), but the higher-level leaders would all suffer.

"Station Chief, I'm criticizing you. When I came to the station, I said I was here to practice the purpose of serving the people and to build my own spiritual construction. Or let's put it another way: I have hundreds of thousands in rent every month. If I were afraid of death, why would I be a policeman? If I wanted a peaceful life, couldn't I just lie at home and count money every day? Why bother coming here to suffer, getting up early and working late? Either I don't do it, or if I do, I do it well."

"Fine, your awareness is higher than mine. I don't care anymore; do whatever you want."

He couldn't persuade him, and he couldn't beat him. Wang Shouyi decided never to talk nonsense with this kid again. He didn't care at all; he was truly fearless. But then he thought, having someone like this under his command was also quite good. Just ask who wasn't convinced? If they weren't convinced, just release Wang Yan...

He quickly shook his head and said, "Didn't you report this to Director Song? Director Song reported it to Director Liang overnight yesterday. Early this morning, people from the Municipal Bureau's detachment came and took the person away. This hot potato has nothing to do with us anymore. I know you'll definitely pay attention. Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll tell you immediately. I'll just see how long you can keep making trouble. Alright, get lost; I don't want to see you."

Wang Yan smiled indifferently, turned around, and sauntered into the building.

"Brother Yan, I heard you even arrested the richest man's son?" Unsurprisingly, Li Dawei was the first to ask, looking for trouble.

"I didn't say that, Brother Yan. It was when the Municipal Bureau came to pick up the person this morning that they saw it." Zhao Jiwei, who had come in a step earlier, hurriedly waved his hand.

"That kid used drugs, so he was arrested. What's there to be surprised about?" Wang Yan waved his hand calmly, then patted Xia Jie on the shoulder, "Don't worry, the richest man is also a person; it's no big deal. If you're always looking ahead and behind in everything you do, how can you do your job? Don't believe everything you hear. If you're always worried about this and that, like the man who feared the sky would fall, you won't have a good life in the future."

"Tsk, Brother Yan is Brother Yan; you really have spirit." Li Dawei gave a thumbs up with a sycophantic look, "If I had known, I would have gone with you back then. As a result, Jiwei is about to get a second-class merit, ah, my second-class merit..."

Zhao Jiwei smiled without a word. When it came to whose thigh Brother Yan's could be hugged, besides Xia Jie, one had to look at your Brother Wei...

Yang Shu gave Wang Yan a thumbs up in full approval, very convinced. If it were really up to him to handle Liu Yilin, he wouldn't dare. For this point alone, he gave him a big "convinced."

In fact, this was exactly the effect Wang Yan wanted to achieve. Of course, it wasn't to show off in front of these few people, but to establish his reputation as the selfless Officer Wang. Liu Yilin was just a tool; without Liu Yilin, there were other cats and dogs. It was just stepping on their heads to build his fame and prestige. Those who should know already knew, and those who shouldn't know would know as time passed.

This was very beneficial for him to carry out his work. Otherwise, anyone could come and try to pull people away from him. Although the result was the same, listening to nonsense was always annoying.

He was a Balihe police officer, so he managed Balihe. He could manage other places if he wanted to, but that wasn't what a small policeman should do. At the very least, he had to sit in Director Song's position before he could talk...

After chatting for a few sentences, Wang Yan once again took Zhao Jiwei out on duty. The Old Zhao family's business wasn't over yet; this operation would definitely continue for a few more days. But at the longest, it would end when the holiday ended. Any longer and they wouldn't be able to bear it; after all, there were a whole pile of things to handle. It was inevitable that a few would slip through the net.

In fact, because of Zhao Peng's relationship, it could be said to be a light-speed operation. The entire Old Zhao family and other major criminal members were basically all arrested; those who escaped were truly few and far between. So, if there were any fish that slipped through the net, once they interrogated everyone and figured things out thoroughly, they would pull out a list of fugitives, hang it up in the city, and slowly hunt them down...

The police were still all over the streets, and the police reports were still down to freezing point like yesterday. With no work to do, Wang Yan of course still took Zhao Jiwei to visit the merchants on the bar street.

However, Wang Yan's past situation had already shown that no police reports didn't mean there were no situations.

Officer Wang had become popular; the situation was just like that.

The video of him handling the dog-biting incident last night had finally hit the trending search. As expected by Wang Yan, there were many internet saints, and the behavior of public officials would also be magnified. Some people, whether truly stupid or malicious, clearly posted the whole process, yet they claimed he insulted others' personality, hurt others' self-esteem, used public power for private revenge, and was unfair in handling things, and so on.

Netizens were always disappointing, but conversely, netizens never disappointed. Under every comment accusing Wang Yan of acting like a moral saint, there was a very neat comment: "I wish your whole family gets bitten by a dog, I wish the dog owner plays the rogue and doesn't pay, I wish your lawsuit lasts three years."

People actually had a lot of resonance with rogue people, and people also had resonance with police officers who tried to smooth things over, so Wang Yan still harvested a lot of praise. The most common comment was asking Wang Yan to go work at their local police station.

This didn't even need to be said; it definitely triggered a public opinion alarm. Director Song called immediately. He didn't say too much, just told him to be careful. In fact, there was nothing to say. For this incident, they had checked the body-worn camera, and there was no way to say Wang Yan had any faults; he had even handled it very well.

After all, whether it was snatching that woman's phone or letting that woman continue to livestream, it definitely wouldn't work. Snatching the phone was suspected of violent law enforcement, and letting the woman continue to livestream was consuming the police to gain followers. At the same time, he couldn't not give those netizens an explanation, so Wang Yan's handling could be called perfect.

Director Song meant that Wang Yan was now registered at the Municipal Bureau, and even at the Municipal Committee. There were quite a few people who didn't like him, so even if he wasn't afraid, there was no need to invite unnecessary trouble. It was better to keep a low profile...

This matter had passed among the leaders, but it would definitely continue to ferment. Now his information was public, and there would definitely be some comments questioning his achievements later. The leaders were aware of this. Director Song said that the Municipal Bureau would issue a notice in the next two days to clear Wang Yan's name.

This wave would take at least three to five days to subside. And in the future, once a colleague enforced the law and caused public dissatisfaction, Officer Wang would definitely be dug out to be stir-fried again, and various marketing accounts would consume him again.

"Are you Officer Wang?"

Wang Yan and Zhao Jiwei were walking on the road when a man and a woman looked at them from afar, pointing and whispering. Finally, the man gathered his courage to come over and talk, while the woman behind took out her phone to film.

"I am Wang Yan, I don't know if I'm the Officer Wang you're talking about." Wang Yan nodded with a smile and tilted his head at the woman, "Just film openly, don't act like a thief. Come, come over here, I'll popularize for you how to film the police. When the police are performing tasks..."

After listening to Wang Yan for a few sentences, they took a photo together. Afterwards, Wang Yan checked their ID cards, and the two seemed to have checked in. After asking Wang Yan if it could be posted and getting his consent, they left happily.

Wang Yan guessed they had already thought of a title, perhaps "Met internet celebrity Officer Wang on the road..."

"Brother Yan, you've really become an internet celebrity now. If you operated it well, maybe you could even make money on the internet." Zhao Jiwei was full of emotion. He wanted to make money but couldn't, while his good brother didn't want to make money, yet it seemed there were ways to make money everywhere.

"It's useless, it's a burden instead." Wang Yan shook his head, "Wherever I go, people hold phones to film, and people want to take photos. This feeling isn't good."

"Then why do you still..."

"Still take photos with them? Be so polite to them? There's no other way. Although a large part of the reason they do this is to chase heat, they are all the people. They haven't committed any crimes, and they are polite. Can I give them a cold face when I meet them on the road? Moreover, compared to the current dislike, if I refuse and they post it on the internet, facing the spit of netizens nationwide would be even harder to accept, right? Either cooperate or get scolded; how would you choose?"

"Then I'd better cooperate; cyberbullying is too scary."

"It'll only be for this while; it'll be fine when the holiday ends."

This day, Wang Yan didn't handle a single police report, but he added a task: taking photos with the people who came to see the internet celebrity police officer. He didn't stop until the evening. However, the bar owners were quite happy because many people came, and there was always consumption. They personally felt what "internet celebrity economy" meant...

It was another 11:00 PM, and Wang Yan stood across from CCLUB with his arms crossed. This time it was much quieter; no one came over to tell him about any background. But there was also one thing that wasn't so good: it was obvious that the situation where luxury cars of various brands were parked full like a car show was gone. Visually, it had decreased by about one-third.

Wang Yan didn't expect that one day he would become a presence that cleared the streets. If he were on duty here for a month, he felt that all the bars on this street would go bankrupt.

Of course, this was also impossible. After all, he didn't have no serious tasks; he was just on duty here for these few days. When he left, those people would come again.

The action of entering the store for security checks and safety inspections today went very smoothly; no one said any nonsense.

After checking for four consecutive days, he finally caught someone on the fourth day. Wang Yan couldn't help but sigh: I just want to check ID cards and catch all the drug users here; why is it so difficult...