Chapter 190: The Thoughts of Rich Women Are Interconnected

One year ago, Liu Zhengyang was harmed; one year later, the butler suddenly fled.

The trap set by the culprit spans over two years.

Moreover, in his previous life, when Yu Dazhang heard about this case, he didn't even know the culprit's ultimate goal.

No need to think; in his previous life, the culprit succeeded.

A thought suddenly flashed through Yu Dazhang's mind.

If the butler isn't the culprit, then he is merely a pawn.

Two years after Liu Zhengyang's death, the culprit used this pawn.

Then the question arises.

What is the purpose of using this pawn?

Excluding the possibility of taking the blame, the pawn's greatest value lies in...

Harming others!

Judging by the opponent's ability to set up schemes, this possibility is the greatest.

Just like before a show begins, there is usually an announcer.

And the main purpose of this announcer is to guide the audience, giving them a preliminary understanding and expectation of the show.

Exactly, it is guidance.

This is the culprit's ultimate purpose in using the butler as a pawn.

Looking at the butler's actions next, it takes on a different meaning.

He fled abroad, and this time Liu Siyuan was the one who reported the crime.

Afterwards, the butler sent a video to Liu Siyuan, admitting in that video that he killed Liu Zhengyang.

At this point, his announcing work was finished.

Next comes the time for the performance, and the performer is...

Liu Siyuan!

First killing Liu Zhengyang, then spending two years preparing, all for this final performance.

What a brilliant scheme... Yu Dazhang stared blankly at the table, his eyes losing focus, with only one sentence in his mind:

Are you the performer, or the planner?

Or perhaps, both?

No, I can't just sit here and ponder blindly... Yu Dazhang immediately looked at Ma Jian:

"Your task remains investigating Liu Siyuan. This time, you must observe his movements constantly, including that woman named Ceng Ceng Lisi."

Since the Liu Siyuan line has problems, we must dig deeper.

Yu Dazhang has already narrowed the scope to three people: Liu Qi, Liu Siyuan, and the butler.

Only these three had the opportunity to swap the medicine.

In other words, the culprit is among these three.

And Liu Siyuan is the biggest beneficiary of this matter.

"I agree to continue investigating Liu Siyuan, but..."

Ma Jian paused, hesitating as he spoke:

"That woman named Ceng Ceng Lisi, I don't think it's necessary to investigate her anymore."

"She returned to the country after Liu Zhengyang died, so she definitely isn't the culprit."

"Even if her contact with Liu Siyuan had ulterior motives, it would be for the Liu family's wealth, unrelated to this case."

"We have no obligation to help the Liu family guard their wealth."

"And even if she eventually scams Liu Siyuan's fortune dry, that's the job of anti-fraud and economic investigation."

What he said was reasonable; anyone would think the same.

The Cold Case Unit investigates cold cases, so the content of the investigation should also relate to the case itself.

Ceng Ceng Lisi appeared after the case occurred; even if she wanted to participate, it was too late.

Regardless of her purpose in contacting Liu Siyuan, it has no direct relation to this case.

Ma Jian's analysis was indeed very objective, but Yu Dazhang ruthlessly rejected it:

"I just like investigating people and things that seem irrelevant."

"Anyone around Liu Siyuan, regardless of whether they are related to the case, must be traced to the root."

"Remember, you are not investigating a case now, but Liu Siyuan as a person, and his social connections."

Enjoying using one's brain is good, but using it in the wrong place just adds chaos.

If Ma Jian had the ability to solve cold cases, this case would have been solved long before Yu Dazhang arrived at the detachment.

Uncle Zhao once said a movie line that was very classic.

People, ah, one time is different from another; cross what river, take off what shoes; have what size butt, wear what size shorts.

One must have a clear self-awareness and not do things beyond one's capability.

Ma Jian made this mistake. He used past case-solving experience to analyze the current case; this is the biggest problem.

If this case were like his analysis, it wouldn't have become a cold case.

"I understand."

After Yu Dazhang's reminder, although Ma Jian hadn't fully grasped the situation, he now had a sense of it in his heart.

The one in charge of solving the case is Yu Dazhang, the team leader.

The thinking naturally falls to him; he only needs to follow orders.

The Watch Law.

Owning more than one watch doesn't help a person judge time more accurately—it actually creates confusion.

The same applies to handling cases: within a single team, there can only be one brain.

What the others raise can only be suggestions, not opinions.

No mistakes, no typos, no content issues—read at your leisure!

That evening.

Inside a Western restaurant.

Yu Dazhang sat across from Qu Tuotuo.

"What made you think of eating Western food today?" Qu Tuotuo asked curiously, looking at the fatty in front of her.

Swallowing the food in his mouth, Yu Dazhang replied unhurriedly:

"I wanted to get a taste of how you rich people live."

Hearing this, Qu Tuotuo shot him an exasperated glare:

"Nonsense. Why do you always like to divide people into ranks? I think all people are equal."

"Equal?" Yu Dazhang laughed in spite of himself. He swept a glance at the people around them:

"Look at the people dining here right now—are any of them from the working class?"

The Western restaurant they were dining in wasn't considered upscale in Songhai, but the per-person spending still reached a thousand yuan.

This spending standard was effectively a threshold—ordinary folks would never choose a place like this to eat.

Just imagine: an office worker earning over ten thousand a month brings his parents, wife, and child—a family of five—to eat here.

One meal costs five thousand, half his salary.

Spending like that, how would he ever get by?

Besides, earning over ten thousand a month is already extremely rare.

"What does that have to do with whether someone's working class?" Qu Tuotuo retorted:

"The restaurant hasn't imposed any restrictions."

Her thinking wasn't wrong on that point… Yu Dazhang didn't keep arguing, but changed the subject:

"How do you view money now? Have you lost all concrete sense of it?"

The reason he asked this way was purposeful.

Qu Tuotuo had also studied abroad, and her family conditions were no worse than the Liu family's.

With the same experiences and the same background, their understanding of money should be about the same.

"How should I put this…"

Seeing Yu Dazhang looking at her with a serious expression, Qu Tuotuo thought for a moment and said:

"To say I don't care about money at all would be impossible, but I don't take it Extremely heavy either."

"To me, money is like a tool."

"I use this tool to do things I'm interested in. To you, it probably looks like money making money."

"But for me, what I enjoy is the process itself. Whether the outcome is profit or loss, it doesn't have much impact on me."

"Because I don't lack money to begin with. Even if I don't stir things up, I have enough for this lifetime—the outcome is already decided."

A tool… Yu Dazhang caught the key point in her words.

That's right—this was the difference between Qu Tuotuo and ordinary people.

Everything the working class earns goes toward daily expenses.

Higher wages mean a slightly better quality of life; lower wages, and it's a bit worse.

But the overall rhythm of life doesn't change—money all goes toward clothing, food, housing, and transportation.

People in this class find it very hard to save money, and even if they grit their teeth and manage to save some, they can't bear to use it for investment.

But people in Qu Tuotuo's class no longer worry about clothing, food, housing, and transportation.

As long as Qu Wannian doesn't go bankrupt, no matter how much she stirs things up, she'll never lack money to spend in this lifetime.

Since the outcome is already decided, money no longer holds much meaning for her.

Money is a tool… Yu Dazhang repeated it silently in his heart.

Is Liu Qi thinking the same way?

(End of this chapter)