Chapter 623: Hitting a Wall on Liuyin Street

Liu Haizhong slapped the table with a thunderous sound: "You stinking old woman, keep it down! I am now a Workshop Deputy Director! I'll be a Director soon! You want me to act servile and beg for mercy for that little brat? Not a chance! Let them judge him however they want; I believe the law is just!"

After he finished speaking, he sat down on the chair with a thud and didn't say another word.

"Liu Haizhong! You are just a coward! Every time the children get into trouble, you hide! Are you even a man?"

"I'll beat you to death!" Liu Haizhong stretched out his palm-leaf-sized hand, wanting to hit his wife.

Liu Guangqi said indifferently: "Dad, Mom isn't wrong. Why not take a shot at it just in case?"

Liu Haizhong thought for a moment and felt his eldest son was right: "I'll go and try. Whether it works or not depends on heaven's will."

He decided to make a trip to Liuyin Street.

"Guangqi! Get up, come with me, and go talk to that family!"

Liu Guangqi shook his head and said: "Dad, you're going to beg for mercy, not to get into a street fight. Besides, the people on that street aren't simple. If they register my information, I might not even be able to attend university. You just go and keep apologizing."

Liu Haizhong suddenly widened his eyes, stiffened his neck, and said: "I don't believe in bad luck. I'm a Workshop Deputy Director now; I don't believe they won't give me this much face!"

Liu Guangqi took a step back, but he knew clearly in his heart: his father wouldn't just fail to help, he might even have the opposite effect. Anyway, he hated this younger brother so much that he would be happy if he got a longer sentence.

Liu Haizhong flicked his sleeves and walked away with a heroic and spirited air.

He strolled all the way to the entrance of Liuyin Street before he was a bit dumbfounded.

Patrols passed by on the street from time to time, and there were sentries standing at many of the gates.

He had only walked a few steps inside when he was questioned twice.

His heart began to pound, and his legs felt a bit shaky.

He wanted to retreat, but as soon as he thought of his wife's relentless attitude, he gritted his teeth and kept walking inside.

Finally, he mustered the courage to stop a patrolling guard and squeezed a smile onto his face: "Comrade, let me ask you something. My little brat broke the leg of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid who lives on this street. I want to go and apologize in person. Could you tell me which house it is?"

The guard looked him up and down and asked suspiciously: "Are you really going to apologize? Did you bring your work ID?"

Liu Haizhong hurriedly took it out and handed it over.

The guard glanced at it and read: "Red Star Rolling Mill, Forging Workshop Deputy Director. If you ask me, your apology is useless. Your son was too ruthless; he beat the child of a high-ranking official until he was unrecognizable."

He returned the work ID and pointed to the west: "The house at the very end on the west side, next to Thirteenth Middle School, is the home of Chief Zhang. Weigh it yourself."

Liu Haizhong nodded and bowed repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you!"

He trotted all the way there, but before he could get close to the gate, the sentry raised his rifle and stepped forward, shouting: "Stop! Military restricted area, no approaching!"

Liu Haizhong was so scared he shuddered and hurriedly raised his hands as if surrendering: "Comrade, comrade, this is my work ID! I'm here to apologize! I heard my good-for-nothing son broke the leg of a child in this house, so I came specifically to offer an apology!"

The sentry's face was as stiff as an iron plate: "Go away. Your son went too far this time; the Chief will not forgive you."

Liu Haizhong was so anxious he rubbed his hands together like an ant on a hot pan: "Then, then could you let me see the Head of Household? I'll just say a few words and leave!"

Seeing him lingering, the sentry had no choice but to turn around and go inside to report.

Before long, a woman in her early forties walked out, stood at the gate, and looked him up and down with a cold, sharp gaze.

"Looking at you, you seem to be a Cadre in a work unit."

The guard on the side checked the documents and reported in a low voice: "Madam Chief, he is a Workshop Deputy Director from the Red Star Rolling Mill."

The lady nodded slightly and said: "It's not that we aren't willing to forgive, it's that your child was too ruthless. My child now has multiple fractures all over his body, a broken lower leg, and extensive soft tissue damage. I would like to ask, what kind of grudge requires such a heavy hand?"

Liu Haizhong hurriedly defended himself: "But I heard from my child that it was your child who started it, and he even found a group of people..."

The Madam Chief said indifferently: "That may be true, but do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because your son was harassing a female classmate of my son's. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he went with his classmates to find your son. And they didn't beat your son ruthlessly; they just taught him a lesson. But your son, instead of repenting, brought people to retaliate. You can go and ask around; your son is already a bully in this area. Our family won't bully you, we will handle this according to official procedure."

Liu Haizhong wanted to open his mouth again, but the guard immediately stepped forward and said: "That's enough, get out of here! To put it bluntly, your brat deserves a bullet!"

Liu Haizhong still wanted to say something, but he was pushed away directly by the soldier.

He walked home with his head drooping, looking like a frost-bitten eggplant.

Xu Damao had just strolled to the entrance of the ninety-fifth courtyard when he bumped into Liu Haizhong's bitter face.

"Yo, Second Uncle, did you lose your wallet? Why the long face?" Xu Damao said with schadenfreude.

"Damao, do you have any connections? Save Liu Guangtian!" Liu Haizhong was now desperate and clutching at straws.

Xu Damao's heart skipped a beat, his legs went weak, and he hurriedly asked: "What did Liu Guangtian do?" He didn't care about Liu Guangtian getting arrested, he was just afraid that the brat would spill all the dirty things they had done.

Liu Haizhong sighed and told the whole story from beginning to end.

Only then did Xu Damao put his heart back in his stomach and replied: "Second Uncle, you've asked the wrong person. If you want to talk about who has the most ability in this courtyard, it's definitely the He Family."

Hearing this, Liu Haizhong couldn't be bothered to pester him and walked home quickly.

At this moment, Xu Damao felt like he had a rabbit in his chest, thumping up and down.

He knew that once some people enter the police station, they can even dig up things like stealing a frozen persimmon from someone else when they were a child.

He knocked on the door of the Yan family.

Yan Jiefang was lying on the kang, listening to the radio with his legs crossed.

Xu Damao knocked for a long time without an answer, and just as he was about to leave, the door opened.

Xu Damao hurriedly pulled Yan Jiefang out of the courtyard and lowered his voice: "Do you know that Liu Guangtian is in trouble?"

"I know, he broke the leg of a leader's son." Yan Jiefang said indifferently.

"Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?" Xu Damao raised his leg and kicked him.

Yan Jiefang didn't even dodge and said with a cheeky grin: "You don't understand that brat Liu Guangtian. He has a lot of bad habits, but he also has one advantage: even if you beat him to death, he won't tell anyone about the things he did in the past. Because once he says it, all the money he saved will be gone. That brat values money more than his life."

After listening, Xu Damao nodded, but he still felt uneasy. His eyes rolled around: "We have to let Second Aunt find time to see him and pass the word along, telling him that the more he says inside, the greater his crime will be. Let him weigh it himself."

Yan Jiefang smiled slyly, like a fox: "That works, but you'll have to bleed a little, otherwise Second Aunt, who is obsessed with money, won't run errands for you."

Xu Damao glared at him and nodded: "I have to say, you really have improved since you joined the Xueru Garment Factory."

"I'm a driver among the 'Eight Great Personnel' now, so I have some social status," Yan Jiefang said proudly.

"You're getting full of yourself. I'm still a Projectionist!"

Yan Jiefang laughed and poked him: "Brother Xu Damao, I heard you're going to marry Lou Xiaoe?"

Xu Damao punched him and cursed: "You bastard, you only ever bring up the things you shouldn't, don't you? I came over today just to ask my mother, on what grounds does the Lou Family disagree?"

Yan Jiefang smiled cunningly: "Brother Xu Damao, you still don't know, do you? Lou Xiaoe has been helping Chen Xueru with her work, and everyone in our garment factory knows about your little mess; they all say you like the young widow!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao was stunned on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

After being dazed for a long while, he was so angry he jumped up and down: "Yan Jiefang, you son of a bitch! Why didn't you tell me sooner that Lou Xiaoe was working for Chen Xueru? If you had told me earlier, I would have treated Xiaomei better, damn it, so she wouldn't have blabbed!"

Yan Jiefang shrugged, his face full of schadenfreude: "Brother Xu Damao, who would have thought you'd set your sights on Lou Laoban's daughter?"

Xu Damao raised his leg and kicked him again, then walked into the inner courtyard with a dark face.

As soon as he entered, he saw Luo Jiangtao rubbing Cui Xiu's shoulders.

Xu Damao's eyes turned red, and he cursed: "You surnamed Luo, you shameless bastard, why are you still hanging around our house and refusing to leave?"