Transmigrated as a Vicious Old Man in the 60s, Crushing Ungrateful People at the Start!

When a promising young man from the 21st century transmigrates to the 1960s, he transforms into the notoriously vicious old man Zhao Youcai. He finds himself surrounded by a horde of troublesome de...

Chapter 59 Zhao Youcai's Plans

After these incidents, Zhao Youcai and his family left a deep impression on the entire police station.

All the police officers working here may not know Zhao Youcai personally, but everyone knows what happened at the Zhao family's home.

That reputation was truly resounding, even more so than that of the troublemakers in town.

Zhao Youcai sighed deeply, looking very distressed.

"I'm not here to report a crime, but to ask for your help..."

The young policeman was bewildered; he was completely dizzy and utterly confused.

Are you sure?

This person, who can drive men, women, young and old crazy with just his words, actually came to the police station asking for help?

Zhao Youcai's downcast head and worried expression made the young policeman feel a little sorry for him.

“Uncle Cai, if you’ve been wronged, just say so. We police officers are public servants and will definitely serve the people.”

Zhao Youcai was waiting for his statement.

He had just realized that dealing with people like the Sun family didn't necessarily require Captain Qi to step in; he, a junior policeman in a proper uniform, was enough.

Zhao Youcai nodded slightly, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice, and began to pour out his grievances.

“You don’t know, my eldest daughter has been married to Sunjia Village next door for several years and is subjected to domestic violence every day. Her body is covered with new wounds on top of old ones.”

"When they came to propose marriage a few years ago, they said they would protect my eldest daughter like the apple of their eye. But after we got the daughter, they turned their backs on their promises."

Then Zhao Youcai recounted how his second and third sons went to Sunjia Village to sell cloth that day, only to find that Sun Tiezhu had beaten his eldest daughter and threatened to come to Zhaojiagou to cause trouble.

After explaining the whole story, Zhao Youcai sighed and said, "It's all my fault for being such a useless old man. I haven't been to Sunjia Village to see my eldest daughter all these years. Otherwise, how could I have let her suffer so much?"

The young policeman had only been working for a short time and was quite naive. Furthermore, he had previously bought very cheap fabric from Zhao Youcai, which gave him a favorable impression of Zhao Youcai.

Seeing the old man standing in front of him looking frightened and extremely frustrated, the young policeman quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and gently patted Zhao Youcai's shoulder to comfort him.

"How can you blame yourself? These past few years have been tough for everyone. We're not even getting enough to eat, let alone having the strength to travel long distances."

The young policeman's family was considered well-off in town, but they still went hungry for three years.

After he started working, he sorted through the files and saw many cases of villagers dying from exhaustion and starvation, or dying from illness after eating cotton and clay.

With so many family members, it's remarkable that Zhao Youcai managed to have them all survive and raise a college student under such difficult conditions; the word "difficult" doesn't even begin to describe it.

Let alone Zhao Youcai, an old man from the countryside, who can't take care of his married daughters, anyone else would probably be unable to support even their unmarried daughters.

During those three years, many families married off their daughters before they were even grown up, just to save a little food and exchange it for a little more life-saving grain.

Thinking of this, the young policeman patted his chest. "Hitting someone is illegal, so don't worry, Uncle Cai. I can't say anything else. If the Sun family dares to cause trouble at your house, just come find me."

Although he is relatively inexperienced, if there is anything that needs help, he can solve most problems by calling on other experienced colleagues to go together.

Zhao Youcai heard the assurance he wanted and finally felt half relieved.

Looking at the young policeman in front of him, he suddenly remembered something and asked with a smile:

"I happened to see your team leader, Qi, when I went to the steel factory on business last time. I heard you went on a blind date, when are you going to settle down?"

The young policeman blushed instantly, scratched his head, stood up, and gave a sheepish smile.

"It should be soon. Both sets of parents will be meeting tomorrow to discuss the date."

Zhao Youcai chuckled and slapped his thigh, then casually picked up the basket beside him and handed it to the young policeman.

"That's great! I'll give you these eggs as a congratulatory gift. If it's convenient for you, let me know so I can come and share in the joy."

The young policeman quickly waved his hand in refusal, "Uncle Cai, please take it back. There are regulations in the department that I cannot accept these things."

Zhao Youcai shook his head. "I'm not bribing you; I genuinely like you, young man. As a junior appreciating a younger person, giving you some eggs to help you recover and hopefully have a healthy baby boy soon isn't against the rules. Besides, they're just eggs from a domestic hen. Or are you looking down on me, a country bumpkin, and don't want to associate with me?"

Upon hearing this, the young policeman's hands were practically blurring with fear.

He would never look down on Zhao Youcai, this capable old man.

When he went to Zhaojiagou on a mission last time and bought those cloths to take home, his parents praised him for four or five days in a row. They even went to the meat processing plant to cut some pork belly for him to eat.

It was also because he had the ability to get cloth that others couldn't even exchange with cloth coupons. Everyone in the neighborhood praised him, saying he was a good child, filial and capable.

Because of these factors, my blind date journey went exceptionally smoothly.

He found an exceptionally beautiful future wife, not only prettier than the bureau chief's daughter, but also a pillar of the performing arts troupe, with a permanent position, and her future father-in-law was a minor official in the military in charge of logistics.

He used to be just a lowly policeman. Everyone in the bureau, from the leaders to the senior officers who had worked there for several years, could order him around and make him do things that they themselves were unwilling to do.

But ever since his future wife was chosen, both the bureau chief and the deputy bureau chief have treated him like their own son, their attitudes have completely changed.

Even those seasoned veterans who always try to shirk their responsibilities and delegate tasks to others are now treating themselves with great respect.

Seeing Zhao Youcai's demeanor—as if he were determined to never associate with him again if Zhao dared to say that the eggs were not acceptable—the young policeman suddenly panicked.

We absolutely cannot accept it. He is a good comrade with professional ethics and morality. He would not take a single needle or thread from the masses, let alone eggs that the masses themselves would be reluctant to eat.

Besides, he had seen what Zhao Youcai's house looked like, and he knew that Zhao's life wasn't particularly good.

After all, the amount of fabric that textile factories discard is limited, and the business of selling fabric is not sustainable.

After thinking for a moment, the young policeman finally took out two yuan from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Youcai.

"Uncle Cai, I can accept the eggs, but you have to take the money. If it's less, consider it a bargain on my part, and you'll suffer a loss."

Seeing how polite the young policeman was, he racked his brains for a solution and even said that he was at a disadvantage.

Zhao Youcai couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Did he suffer a loss?