Chapter 802: Reminders Must Be Given

After gathering basic information from the household, Wang Yan asked, "Brother Lin, do you still remember Yan Fulin?"

The head of this household was Lin Zhongshan; according to the Juan Sect's case files on the earlier dismemberment case, Lin Zhongshan had once been Yan Fulin's mechanic apprentice. Thirteen years had passed since then—he was a twenty-something worker back then, now he owned his own auto repair shop with several employees, lived in family harmony, and enjoyed a fulfilling life.

Hearing Wang Yan's question, Lin Zhongshan sighed: "How could I forget? I've been asked about him several times over these past ten years. Every time you set up some special task force, you come asking again. Officer Wang, is there another task force now?"

"No, this case didn't even happen in our Bali River area—I just happened to dig it out while idle, planning to revisit the details and see if I can find new leads. After all, it's a human life, and the method was so brutal—we must give a proper account. If we can't solve it in ten years, we'll take twenty. One day, we'll find the real culprit. Brother Lin, think hard and tell me everything."

"Actually, I've thought about this myself, often. Fu Ge—oh, everyone called Yan Fulin 'Fu Ge,' said it sounded better. Fu Ge, by today's standards, was a gangster—he was a known figure in Ping'an City back then. In the 90s, he was imprisoned for eleven years due to various criminal activities. He had connections, guts, and after getting out, he scraped together some money to start a used-car business."

I went to work for him back then—just finished my apprenticeship at my previous shop, wandered around looking for work, and finally ended up under Yu Zhen. Your car repair skills back then were barely passable, but Yu Zhen told you to be bold, take risks—he'd cover for you. Your skills didn't go bad because of him."

To be honest, it was pretty shameful—you were earning money with a guilty conscience. Cars were scarce back then; by today's terms, it was a seller's market. There was no internet for people to compare prices, so money was truly easy to make."

You see, I've gone off-topic. But Officer Wang, you must clarify one thing: your business now is extremely honest—you've got old customers filling half your shop. If you don't believe me, go check tomorrow."

Fu Ge shook his head and smiled: "Cars are bound to have minor issues—so long as they run and stop, they're fine. Back then, the internet wasn't as developed, so exploiting those loopholes was understandable. Besides, wasn't every industry messy back then? Everyone was skirting the edges. You couldn't go back and fix it all."

But I still have to visit your shop—it's in Sih River, right? Every household, every merchant, you must visit thoroughly. I'm warning you now: your shop's surveillance must function properly, fire hazards must be addressed. Otherwise, don't come crying later that I'm being picky or deliberately making things hard for you. Alright, Yan Fulin—I don't need your promises. Do you believe me? When problems arise, will you still be able to hold your head up?"

Song Ju told me earlier that once the cases involving Lao Zhao's family and the Rich Young Master are closed, I'll be awarded the First-Class Merit. Time is slipping fast—by the end of this month, it's practically done…"

After waiting several minutes, everyone prepared themselves. All personnel were in position. As the commander gave the order, the unmarked van behind them suddenly swung its doors open, other vehicles slammed their doors shut, and patrol cars blared their sirens as they sped toward the location.

Brother Hu has made it big now—I heard he's worth at least hundreds of millions. If you keep saying Yu Zhen could've become a big boss, my own younger brother's already like this—what about Yu Zhen himself? Isn't that right, Officer Wang?"

If Fu Ge's words were true, it'd be impressive—he's way more powerful than any TV drama character. One kick, and he'd send someone flying into the wall. The remaining suspects, stunned by the scene, would just kneel down themselves."

I continued: "Wan Xiang wasn't wrong about you guys—he was generally generous. If he'd lived to today, he'd surely be a big boss. Back then, cars were plentiful and business was good; he was ruthless, did things right, and built his empire in just two years. By then, his operation was already among the top in Ping'an City—he became a well-known used-car dealer."

If there hadn't been rumors about him neglecting his wife in bed, Wang Yan would've seemed genuinely loyal and righteous."

Although you earned some dirty money repairing cars, Wan Xiang was actually quite principled back then. Nowadays, everyone makes promises—buy low, sell falsely, guarantee no accidents, no fire or flood damage. Yu Zhen was the one who first shouted that slogan, and as far as I know, he actually followed through."

Now, unlike before, all district owners are waiting—timing must be perfect, or else they'll have wasted their leave. So I plan to take two full days after finishing visits in this district to investigate further…"

Li Dawei shook his head: "I'd love to know more, but I'm not qualified to tell you. Yu Zhen didn't wrong you—if he knew anything, he wouldn't have hidden it. I think maybe Yu Zhen just didn't realize when he'd offended someone, and that's why he was targeted."

The investigation turned up—he was using ice and drugs. The anti-drug squad even said he was more sensitive than police dogs. Brother Yan, his skill is truly impressive."

Speaking of which, Fu Ge never actually laid hands on anyone since becoming a cop—not even a real fight. Just chasing thieves, kicking down a bedroom door, scaring off a fugitive who denied gambling—it never reached the level of actual violence."

Of course, without Wan Xiang leading us, we'd never have gone door-to-door like this. Even if we went, as you said before, we couldn't handle the endless variety of people—it's devastating to morale."

I said: "Thank you so much, Fu Ge. Tomorrow or the day after, let's have dinner and drink some wine. You've been here so long, we've never really talked properly—let's have a good chat."

"Counterfeit bills? Old High?"

When we set out, Chao said we'd split into two teams. Although Wan Xiang didn't ask for details, he figured out the other suspects' info—he didn't go with them, so he had to make an extra trip to bring them in."

Chao's voice crackled over the radio, repeating the operation plan and assigning tasks. Fu Ge, in full uniform, was unexpectedly assigned to stand guard and maintain order."

Lin Brother remained silent for a long time, then let out a long sigh: "You've got the numbers—he's right."

I turned pale then, but I refused to go with you—I started cursing your master, accusing him of deliberate revenge, threatening to call and file complaints. You forcibly dragged me away—I resisted, and you kicked me hard in the stomach. Your master was ruthless too—he came over and kneed me hard. Then, under the eyes of my company employees, you cuffed me and took me to the station for a drug test."

Of course, truly rotten people don't fit this description."

Fu Ge diligently held back the silent crowd, and after more than ten minutes, the situation was calmed. After preliminarily interrogating the suspect and clarifying the scene's details, two officers escorted each suspect out in line, leading the suspects away first…"

Lin Brother in the front passenger seat smiled. Wan Xiang in the back clapped his hands and exclaimed: "You didn't even get nervous! You and your master specifically waited until after work to come to our company. This scumbag knew what you were up to—he thought you were here to harass me, talked nasty, openly and subtly mocking your master's poverty. Then you said he was suspected of using ice and drugs, and asked him to cooperate with your investigation."

Fu Ge said: "Liu Mei, I'll say something unpleasant—you can't blame me if I tell you this."

"What happened after Lin Zhongshan's incident? Any developments?"

"Ah, we're just chatting," Lin Brother shook his head, sighing. "If you hadn't helped me, I wouldn't know how to face Jiajia. I wanted better living conditions for her, but never imagined I'd meet a scumbag like this. My second wife? What do you think of her? If Jiajia hadn't gone to the carnival and exposed this, how long would we have kept it hidden? Jiajia might've gone down the wrong path—I still get scared thinking about it."

But serving the people isn't about demanding returns—it's what 'service' means. The Party itself was built on sacrifice, dedication, and putting the collective before the family…"

"Alright, you go then."

As for possible trouble, Wan Xiang wasn't afraid—not because of his own situation, but because last month, several journals were scheduled to publish his articles and papers, and the First-Class Merit was about to be awarded—these were all protective charms."

Li Dawei smiled: "They say Officer Wang is straightforward—and he really says exactly what he thinks. It's not fear of speaking clearly—it's fear of speaking unclearly."

Lin Brother nodded cheerfully, having settled things with Chen Ge and avenged his son—he was very pleased. Of course, beyond the basic level of indecency, if he went one step further, his job as a police officer would've become meaningless. If he couldn't even protect his own son, what kind of father was he? What kind of cop? To use his police work, add a few years, and kill Wan Xiang—worth it to him."

"That's all? No other details?"

"Wan Xiang's wives—I never met them. I worked here for over eight years and never saw them once. Brother Hu knows—he was Yu Zhen's right-hand man. I heard he once took a knife for Yu Zhen, invested in the used-car business, and worked alongside him. Birds of a feather flock together—Brother Hu's character was nearly identical to Wan Xiang's, and he treated his workers well. After Yu Zhen's incident, Brother Hu took over Wan Xiang's entire operation: the wives, the two kids—all funded by Brother Hu."

The details Li Dawei mentioned were all in the case files—almost exactly matching. From his words, you could feel Lin Zhongshan had two sons. At most, a thug who died eighteen years ago could still be remembered fondly by his subordinates only if he had two sons."

His behavior nearly qualifies as abusing public power for personal vengeance, but generously speaking, it's forgivable. After all, he's not a commerce or tax authority leader, and Chen Ge had zero issues—no major problems at all."

It's just about participation."

Back then, Yu Zhen's used-car business was booming—he rarely came around anymore, leaving everything to you guys. I heard he partnered with someone to start a logistics company—he didn't manage us anymore. Now that logistics company belongs to Wan Chun Group. If you say Yu Zhen would've become a big boss if he'd lived, you're right—he already dealt with Chen Xincheng back then. Now Chen Xincheng is huge—a CEO of a seven-hundred-million company. You think Yu Zhen could've done it too."

Fu Ge stood up and waved his hand: "Enough with the send-off—we're leaving. You all stay seated."

Wan Xiang nodded: "How much do you know about Wan Xiang, Lin Zhongshan's wife Liu Hu, and Wan Xiang's two concubines Zhou Yaqin and Ma Junlan?"

These two had followed Fu Ge for over a month—they joined during the Fengdan Four Seasons Property incident. From initial indifference and annoyance, though still irritated, they've now quietly accepted it and are trying to understand the public's situation from their own job perspectives."

After a hearty dinner, Fu Ge drove his big car back to the station. He'd barely parked when he saw people walking out of the building—Chao was first, followed by Cao Army Supervisor, Yang Shu, Wan Xiangru, Wan Xiangru, several economic crime officers, most in uniform, some in civilian clothes—all fully armed. The scene clearly meant they were going to make an arrest."

Lin Brother and Wan Xiangru in Fu Ge's car immediately opened their doors and jumped out. Fu Ge quickly got in, closed the door, activated his body camera, clasped his hands over his belt, and strolled slowly to a position near the shop, standing guard and maintaining order."

Along the way, we chatted casually until we arrived at a photo studio in Ma Jia Gou District—the counterfeit bill den. It was a seven-story building, dark and large. The first floor operated normally—taking one-inch photos, copying documents, printing business cards, ads. The seventh floor was where they made counterfeit bills—brazen, yet they hadn't been caught."

"The information he provided points straight to the source. Today, we've investigated thoroughly. Tonight, we split into two teams and arrest everyone involved. He just got back—lots of people, lots of strength. Go quickly, get a stab-proof vest, and join the operation." Chao chuckled, directing Fu Ge."

"Of course dinner's no problem—it's not about gratitude, just chatting. You're too formal, Wan Xiang. We're family. The chief constantly emphasizes collectivism—how could I just stand by and do nothing? Not just you, Liu Mei—even Cao Army Supervisor—if I can help, I will. There's no need for so many words."

"I'm not making assumptions—I think his wife probably knew about this, but for the sake of her comfortable life, she turned a blind eye. She might've even known about Chen Ge's drug use. If not for this incident, maybe in another two years, she'd be using too. You understand this, Liu Mei."

Inside the shop, louder noises—clattering objects falling, officers shouting warnings."

Fu Ge had reviewed this dismemberment case several times before, but lately he's been too busy to conduct separate visits. Also, too many people had changed—ten years had passed, Bali River had transformed drastically, and so had the people involved. Except for Li Dawei, no one from Bali River remained. It wasn't just the dark district—other districts had changed too. If he wanted to investigate, he'd have to set aside time to visit witnesses."

With such sincere gratitude, paired with genuine smiles, they found in it some meaning of serving the people—and meaning in their own positions."

Then came the incident. You really knew too much. You said you were just a mechanic—even if you worked with Yu Zhen a long time, what kind of person was he? How could you know so much?"

Liu Xiaoguo sighed helplessly in front—he felt Wan Xiangru was truly suffering…"

After a full day, Xia Jie was on duty, so Fu Ge didn't pick her up for dinner—he ate with street and community staff instead."

You hear? It seems Hu Ge got together with Liu Hu. Hu Ge's personal life is actually clean—he never had many wives. People like us are messy, but some say if Hu Ge hadn't taken Yu Zhen's business, Liu Hu wouldn't have had the ability to run it. Now they're living comfortably, not worrying about food or drink, and the two kids have been raised by Hu Ge.

"Talk about him—how can you blame him?"

Wasn't that enough? Back then, didn't you want to strike out on your own? When you quit, Hu Ge came over specially and said he was a veteran who'd stood by us through thick and thin—he had to ask what you thought. You told him honestly, and what did he say? He heard you were short on cash and handed you seventy thousand right away to start your shop, never mentioned repayment. Later, when your business picked up after two years, you went to him and paid him back. That's real integrity.

Brother Fu picked up the tone of a godfather—building broad goodwill, never making hardworking people suffer, ruthless toward enemies, very much in the style of Ke Wai'ang. And as Li Dawei said, Wang Yan really is formidable now—he likely has one or two hundred million in personal assets, all his own. My company isn't publicly listed; it's not a family enterprise. Lin Zhongshan's two children started their own companies with my funding; my own kids work in my company, each running their own division.

"Alright, Yan Fulin, think it over again if something comes up. If you find nothing, come find me anytime. Stay put—don't leave yet. Wait till we finish canvassing this building, then gather upstairs to run for building head. Keep quiet—when the time comes, we'll announce it in the group, and we'll also use loudspeakers on the upper floors."

Going out with Brother Fu, we didn't run into many problems—after all, the difficult people had been dealt with by Wan Xiang, and the tough issues had been resolved by Brother Fu. We were along for the ride, reaping the people's praise. Though the people's actual words of thanks were, "Officer Wang, thank you so much to you all..." we two were part of that "you all."

The true meaning of red lies in this: when one truly practices the platform, no matter how much one later grows weary or how hard it is to get work done, once the people offer a sincere smile, the red spirit naturally takes root—not through the condescending tone of the ruling class calling the people "troublesome masses."

"Liu Mei, Dawei, how's it going?" Brother Fu asked, concerned. We got out of his car, and the reason was to talk about Wan Xiang.

Later, I heard one of Wan Xiang's men mutter that they'd broken the car dealer's legs—not only did they recover the money, they made an extra seventy thousand. That kind of guarantee is what slowly built Yu Zhen's reputation, and that's how he got started.

Brother Fu acted quickly—he walked straight into the building, picked up a stab-proof vest and a walkie-talkie, then quickly exited, started the big vehicle, and drove off with Brother Lin and Liu Xiaoguo, joining the squad.

Though he said that, Li Dawei still saw him out, watching Brother Fu climb the stairs before returning inside.

Just as Wan Xiang once brought along auxiliary police Sun Houcheng to catch a thief and got scolded by Chief Wang Suo, police arresting criminals doesn't look as dramatic as in TV dramas. It's not one-on-one—it's many against few, comrades charging together in a swarm, overwhelming the suspect so his two fists can't fight off eight or ten hands, quickly subduing him. So it's natural for the operation to be quiet.

Brother Fu nodded noncommittally. Chen Xincheng is indeed powerful and tough, but didn't I, Wang Mou, get his son arrested? He's still waiting in detention for prosecution. That kid left some loose ends unaccounted for—later, someone sold him out. After all, I sold others out, so they had no reason to spare me, and there's video evidence—he's definitely looking at several years in prison.

One time that stuck in my mind was when Yu Zhen bought a wrecked car, tampered with the odometer—it was early days for him, he had no experience, and neither did I. He just sold the car off. Later, the buyer came back, and Yu Zhen didn't say a word—he just took the money, never cursed the inspectors or mechanics.

"Don't know." Li Dawei shook his head firmly. "Yu Zhen hasn't shown up lately—we haven't seen him. When we found out, we immediately sent a group of cops to his place, each with a notebook taking notes. That's when we learned Yu Zhen had been murdered—his body was dismembered. We heard about that earlier."

Now if we investigate Brother Chen, his standard of living will plummet. His second wife will very likely divorce him—you hope he thinks carefully about it then."

That day was no different from any ordinary day—except for meeting Li Dawei, nothing stood out. Brother Fu, of course, didn't forget to call the Industry and Commerce Bureau and the Tax Bureau—colleagues, you help when you can.

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