When the pain finally subsided, Zhao Youliang opened his mouth wide and asked the grasshopper spirit to use a needle to pop all the blisters one by one, as it was said that doing so would help him heal faster.

Then he asked Li Mao to watch the shop while he went straight to the town government to ask Chen Wei to check the surveillance footage.

Unfortunately, just as we were halfway there, a police car screeched to a halt in front of us.

Then he saw an acquaintance—police officer Xiao Zhao and several other police officers, who came down looking troubled.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Youliang was first taken aback, and then he thought of the time he burned the "cultural relics".

They could only helplessly extend their hands and wait for the police to handcuff them.

"Sigh, I'm troubling you guys again."

Hearing that Zhao Youliang was still in the mood to joke, Officer Zhao also smiled and spoke up.

"It's no trouble at all, it's just my job."

As he spoke, he slapped away Zhao Youliang's outstretched hand, saying, "No need for that, we know you're innocent."

"Come back with us to go through the motions, otherwise it will be difficult to explain."

After Zhao Youliang got into the police car, just as Xiao Zhao had said, the other police officers also had friendly faces.

One of the older people even offered him a bottle of mineral water.

"Hey Quantum, why is your mouth so swollen? Did you get into a fight?!"

Zhao Youliang shook his head helplessly and could only say that he had eaten roasted sweet potato soup, which naturally drew another round of good-natured laughter.

After laughing, Officer Zhao asked softly, "Quantum, should we call Mayor Chen Wei?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang slowly shook his head: "Brother Zhao, can I call my uncle?"

"He can help with this."

Police officer Xiao Zhao, who already sympathized with Zhao Youliang, immediately agreed: "Do as you please, we'll pretend we didn't see or hear anything."

The uncle Zhao Youliang mentioned was, of course, Zhao Fei, the son of "Zhao Qingtian".

The call was quickly connected, and to Zhao Youliang's surprise, Zhao Fei was already on his way.

"Don't worry, nephew, with your uncle here, no one can bully you!"

"As long as you haven't committed any crimes, even the Emperor himself can't help you, Uncle!"

Zhao Fei's attitude warmed Zhao Youliang's heart, who had been alone since childhood, and even brought tears to his eyes.

When he was a child, although his adoptive father took great care of him, they were both from the lower class and would not say such domineering things.

Oh my god, so this is what it feels like to have someone to rely on...

Upon arriving at the local police station, Zhao Youliang was immediately taken into the interrogation room.

After being questioned and asked to sign documents according to procedure, Zhao Youliang started chatting with the police officer who was interrogating him.

To reiterate: the police officers all knew that Zhao Youliang was innocent, and were even secretly grateful to him.

If Zhao Youliang hadn't burned the zombie to death, countless more people would have suffered as a result.

Just as we were chatting and joking around, we suddenly heard a commotion outside.

The station chief, deputy chief, instructor, and others all arrived at the police station entrance with smiles on their faces to greet—to welcome a very important person.

This important figure is, of course, Zhao Fei.

Furthermore, he is not only the son of the Party Secretary and a master of antique appraisal, but also a member of the city's CPPCC (Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference), with the right to supervise all government departments.

Zhao Fei was tall and strong, and could even be described as somewhat obese.

But this kind of fat doesn't give people the feeling of stupidity; instead, it's full of strength and a sense of stability.

Just like our Mongolian wrestlers, strong and powerful!

Zhao Fei was not pretentious at all; in other words, people from small courtyards are all approachable.

After shaking hands with the people who greeted him, he was taken directly into the interrogation room.

The first thing he did upon entering was to burst into a hearty laugh, his voice booming like a bell.

The glass in the interrogation room rattled loudly: "Hahaha, who's Quantum? I'm your Uncle Zhao, I've come to see you!"

As he spoke, Zhao Fei noticed Zhao Youliang immediately—after all, he was the only one sitting in the interrogation chair.

Zhao Fei, who was originally like a smiling Buddha, immediately flew into a rage when he saw Zhao Youliang's swollen, red lips that looked like two sausages.

"Quantum, who hit you?!"

"Is someone using torture to extract a confession?!"

After speaking, Zhao Fei, like a furious bear at its most intense, glared around with piercing eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Youliang quickly explained, "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhao, don't misunderstand, no one hit me, everyone is very kind to me!"

"I poked it myself; it got poked in the hot sweet potato I ate this morning..."

Zhao Fei was taken aback upon hearing this, then burst into laughter.

He reached out and patted Zhao Youliang on the shoulder, saying, "Hey, Quantum, you seem stupid, even stupider than a chick!"

"No wonder he likes you so much, it turns out that idiots are all compatible, hahaha!"

Having been mocked for the third time, Zhao Youliang had become somewhat immune to it.

He showed no embarrassment whatsoever; instead, he chuckled and laughed along with Zhao Fei.

Zhao Fei admired Zhao Youliang even more for his "able to take things in stride" attitude.

He slapped Zhao Youliang's shoulder a few more times, almost knocking the kid over.

"Quantum, you're great, really great! Uncle likes you!"

"Alright, you stay here for a while, I'll go check the evidence room."

"Luckily, the coffin wasn't completely burned. Let's go see if it's an antique!"

As they were talking, Zhao Fei, accompanied by the director, turned and left, leaving Zhao Youliang with a reassuring look.

After Zhao Fei left, Officer Xiao Zhao spoke with a look of surprise on his face.

"Quantum, quantum, is this Chairman Zhao your uncle? Your biological uncle?!"

"With such a good uncle like you, why are you still working here? Are you bored?!"

Since the two men shared the same surname, the police officer had clearly misunderstood.

Zhao Youliang smiled wryly upon hearing this, but for a moment he didn't know how to explain, so he could only give a few vague and perfunctory replies.

However, after this incident, rumors about Zhao Youliang having a powerful background quickly spread throughout the town.

A short while later, Zhao Fei returned with a smile and led Zhao Youliang away from the interrogation room.

"Alright, it's alright now. Uncle has looked at it. It's not an antique at all; it's not even made of the finest wood!"

"If anyone dares to bring this up again, well, that'll be the end of it!"

Those around him understood the implication, and they all smiled apologetically for a while.

Zhao Fei naturally wouldn't hold a grudge against the police officers at the police station. He even had his driver unload a lot of rice, flour, and oil from the car as a token of his appreciation.

Then he pulled Zhao Youliang into the car and headed straight for the paper-making shop.

“Quantum, Uncle will go back with you to take a look.”

"If you have any shortcomings in your life, Uncle will prepare everything for you all at once."

"Oh, by the way, I heard Chang Jie is at your place? It's been so long since I've seen my junior brother. Is he doing well?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang quickly nodded repeatedly: "It's all good, Uncle, don't worry..."

At this point, Zhao Youliang suddenly couldn't continue, because he realized he was from a different generation!

I used to call Chang Jie "Little Brother Egg," but now it seems... I should call him "Uncle Egg"...