Chapter 212: Lao Mai is professional

Wu An parked the scooter and greeted Duan Dajie.

Duan Dajie originally didn't want to go, but seeing Wu An's attitude, and with Mei Yueqin and Wu Yingwei also silent, just waiting for her to leave, she could only say hello and head home.

After she left, Wu An washed his hands and looked at Wu Yingwei.

After hearing Wu Yingwei finish explaining the situation, Wu An said: "Mao Wang's case is different from mine, but also the same."

"This time Chen Long is really hospitalized."

"But the purpose... after all, it's still about money."

"This matter... to be honest, her coming to me is useless, and I can't do anything either."

Wu Yingwei nodded and said: "Shen Fang says Mao Wang did it to save her, but Chen Long says the two of them teamed up to set him up."

"Each side gives a different story, but for now the situation still leans toward Chen Long."

"Unless we can prove Shen Fang was coerced, only then can Mao Wang be considered acting in self-defense."

As he spoke, Wu Yingwei looked at Wu An.

Wu An knew what his father was expecting, spread his hands and smiled: "I have no evidence."

Wu Yingwei sighed.

Leaving other things aside, such an incident happening in the village is not good for Xixi Village, especially now that the village has entrusted him with handling it.

The situation is just like this; the Mao and Shen families might still clash.

This is a time bomb.

If it blows up, things will become serious.

Mei Yueqin, listening to the father and son talk, flared up: "What's there to discuss? Even if we had evidence, we wouldn't hand it over."

Wu Yingwei nodded.

Wu An gave a wry smile: "Sister-in-law is right."

The sister-in-law is a kind person.

But once she gets angry, when the sister-in-law speaks at home, even Father won't talk back.

Wu An naturally wouldn't either.

Actually, he was quite looking forward to Lao Mai's investigation results.

If there really were evidence, he couldn't possibly not use it; anyway, Shen Fang schemed against him first, so using this to achieve his own goal is also reasonable.

The Chen family's money can't just be let go like that.

Even if it's just a cent, he has to get it back!

Just then, his phone rang.

He pulled it out and saw it was a message from Lao Mai, a screenshot.

Wu An opened it and saw it was a chat log between Chen Long and someone; Chen Long had asked for some sleeping pills, saying he wanted to deal with a woman.

The person who gave Chen Long the sleeping pills also taught him how to slip the pills into drinks and how to disguise the beer bottle as unopened.

After reading it, Wu An was overjoyed.

He stepped aside, called Lao Mai, and said: "Lao Mai, you're amazing—how did you manage to get this?"

"I couldn't find the video you wanted; there aren't many cameras in the village." Lao Mai paused, then chuckled: "But I found out Shen Fang was drugged, and Chen Long said it was sleeping pills, so I got curious about where he got them."

"He said he bought them at the pharmacy."

"But this sleeping pill isn't just anything; you can't simply buy it."

"I just wanted to see if Chen Long's WeChat had any clues, and it turned out his chat log with the landlord was empty—deliberately deleted."

"That landlord is a local; I went over, caught him red‑handed, gave him a little scare, and he voluntarily handed it over—luckily his chat log wasn't deleted."

Wu An listened, amazed.

What is professionalism.

Look.

This is professionalism!

"Awesome" GIF!

With this chat log, we can prove Chen Long had premeditated intent and gave Shen Fang drink laced with sleeping pills for nefarious purposes.

Enough to pull off a "kill shot" comeback!

For such an important overall situation, he certainly couldn't just hand it over—otherwise he'd be doing good deeds for nothing, possibly even anonymously.

Of course he still needed Lao Mai's help; they communicated, Lao Mai had no objections, just letting Wu An handle it himself.

After hanging up, Wu An came out of the house.

Wu Yingwei saw him finish the call with a pleased expression and asked: "Any good news?"

"Nothing..." Wu An replied instinctively, then felt it was off and added: "I made forty thousand today; the more I think about it, the happier I get."

"..." Wu Yingwei knew Wu An was brushing him off, but couldn't refute.

He also felt happy listening.

Before dark, the news that Mao Wang stabbed someone for Shen Fang spread, growing more exaggerated; Wu An, after eating at home, walked toward Lao Wu and ran into villagers chatting about it, all stunned.

He was baffled—clearly the plot was absurd, yet that person could speak with such conviction, as if he'd seen it himself.

He returned to Lao Wu.

After washing up, he lay in bed and began to think.

Now holding the trump card for a turnaround, victory is in his grasp; next he should talk to Shen Fang.

He must not rush.

First, leave her hanging.

He feared that every second of this night, Shen Fang would feel terrible.

Wait until Shen Fang is completely at a dead end; then, when he says something, Shen Fang will be able to hear what.

Thinking this, Wu An shook his head: "Damn, I really am too soft-hearted, I'm such a good person."

As for Chen Long.

For such a big matter, he naturally has to bear it alone.

……

Early morning.

Wu An slept for nearly twelve hours this time, freshened up, felt refreshed, and found his daily luck value at 100 points, not bad—at least three digits.

Still tossing the crab pot.

Simple, hassle-free.

Going out in the morning and back in the afternoon, so no need to prepare anything.

Walking home to eat, Father and elder brother had already gone to work, and sister-in-law Mei Yueqin was tidying the longline fishing gear.

Wu An originally planned to give the longline fishing gear to Boss Zhao for repair, but the sister-in-law said she could fix it, so there was no need to waste that money.

Judging by the progress, it can be finished today.

After eating, he called A Qing, rode the motorcycle straight to town.

Today's work is relatively simple, same as yesterday: collect the crab pots, sort the catch, then find a place to dump the pots into the sea.

Set out to sea by boat.

Arriving at the spot, A Qing drove the boat, Wu An hooked the float, luck was good, no snagging, and smoothly pulled up the first row of crab pots.

The first pot gave Wu An a great surprise—inside were small blue dragons!

Unlike yesterday's pots, which only had two small blue dragons total, this first pot alone already showed four or five small blue dragons at a glance.

Opening the pot, he carefully counted: thirteen small blue dragons in total, all decent-sized; the only small one was immediately thrown back into the sea.

Mai Hangyu was excited: "Small blue dragons are gregarious, right?"

"Just the first row has this many; the other pots surely have some too."

"Brother… you should pull, I… I'll assist, just don't break the luck."

The later pots came up, and indeed they weren't disappointed—almost every pot had small blue dragons, and they also harvested a good number of blue crabs.

Although the quantity wasn't as high as yesterday's, the quality at least blew several streets away!

Mai Hangyu and A Qing were delighted: "Brother, you really know how to pick a spot—not a single pot is empty, and none got snagged."

Wu An smiled, didn't go far, and redeployed the crab pots near the island.

He had A Qing and Mai Hangyu sort the catch, while he piloted the boat back to the dock; checking the time, it was only eleven o'clock, and after yesterday's labor, today's operations were clearly much more practiced.

The phone just got a signal.

The message notification kept sounding; he thought it was Shen Fang harassing him, but upon checking, all twenty-plus messages were from Cao Zhiqiang.

What the hell is this guy up to?

Wu An opened the message with a displeased face.