Old Jin angrily pointed at Fatty Jin: "He beat up a US technical expert who just escorted a batch of scientific research equipment worth millions of US dollars to Shanghai last year! He's a visiting professor at Fudan University now!"
The old woman curled her lip: "They deserve to be beaten even more! They're imperialist wolves! Good job, Jin Yuanbao!"
Old Jin clutched his heart and yelled at his wife, "Then why didn't you take Bethune and Rabe to be executed? One of them was descended from the British, and the other from Germany. They happened to be among the most ruthless members of the Eight-Nation Alliance when they invaded!"
Is this the same thing?!
The old lady choked!
Old Jin pointed at Fatty Jin and cursed: "That guy was a senior engineer who came to help with the construction. You beat him up. Now the police suspect you of maliciously instigating people to attack foreign experts and damaging international relations. They want to investigate whether there are any spies involved!"
Fatty Jin was stunned, then suddenly stood up: "I didn't! I just sent people to smash that woman's shop, drive away the customers, and prevent her from doing business. If that didn't work, I found someone to sleep with her, and she'd be obedient then!"
And we haven't even gotten to the point of sleeping with that female student yet!
Old Jin was stunned, then became even angrier: "You...you good-for-nothing, aren't you afraid of being shot!"
The old lady angrily slapped Old Jin's hand away—
"What do you mean, 'you'? You old codger, can't you see that little bitch is probably that foreigner's lover? That's why she dares to be so arrogant and bully Yuanbao!"
She pressed her hand tenderly against the wound on her son's forehead—
"If you ask me, Jin Yuanbao is attacking a traitor! A few years ago, that little bitch would have been publicly tried and executed! I'm going to report her! I want to make her parade through the streets!"
She had heard that her precious son was unusually interested in doing something serious and having a proper conversation.
As a result, that little bitch actually beat him up!
Old Jin took a deep breath, but finally couldn't hold back and cursed: "Fine, go ahead, report me, see who the hell cares!"
Given the current situation, it's the time to engage in various forms of cooperation with foreign countries.
The higher-ups wanted to introduce more new technologies to develop their own industries, but you ended up assaulting the experts who were there to provide assistance!
The old lady of the Jin family froze, then snorted coldly, "I'm not stupid. You're the head of your unit, but you have to figure out a way to solve this! We only have Yuanbao as our son, and we don't have any grandsons yet!"
Now it was Lao Jin's turn to feel heartbroken. He gritted his teeth and thought, "I'm just the person in charge of this department. I can only try to find someone to help Yuanbao first, but someone has to take the blame. How about those scoundrels who follow him around?"
Fatty Jin was taken aback, then stubbornly said, "No way! Lao Xing and the others are my brothers. A man can't be disloyal!"
Old Jin felt an urge to lie on a coffin lid, and pointed at him with trembling eyes: "Good old Xing! I see you can't bear to part with that bunch of 'criminal' scoundrels, so go and go to jail yourself!"
Grandma Jin quickly stroked her son's chubby belly: "Yuanbao, listen to your mother. As for your brothers, just take better care of their families in the future. If you go to jail, your father will lose his job too."
Fatty Jin was taken aback, then sat back down on the stool, looking extremely aggrieved: "Fine... alright."
Of course, my father is more important than my brothers.
Old Jin took a deep breath: "Alright, I'll go find someone to put in a good word for him. Keep an eye on him these days, and don't call him by his nickname Yuanbao in public anymore, it's not a good look. Call him by his full name—Jin Weimin!"
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.
The old lady of the Jin family was in a good mood after she convinced her son with just one sentence.
"Okay, my baby is so good. Mom has found you a third wife. This time she's a girl from the countryside, easy to raise. You stay home and be good. This time you'll definitely give Mom a big, fat grandson. After this is over, we'll deal with that little bitch from Fudan University."
...
In a shady alleyway, in a single-story house.
Four or five men dressed in khaki overalls sat together, puffing away on cigarettes for a while, their faces looking quite grim.
“Old Xing, we can’t just keep hiding like this. Those bastards who got arrested gave us away, and now we can’t even go home. The police should keep an eye on things. Hurry up and get Fatty Jin to come up with a solution!” one of them couldn’t help but say.
The middle-aged man, called Old Xing, had a gloomy face: "Fatty Jin is in jail too, and his father has been temporarily suspended. They don't have time to deal with us!"
This time, the Jin family wasn't so lucky; contrary to what Old Madam Jin had expected, they didn't have to deal with Ning Yuan.
Kim was taken away for questioning on the third day.
Old Man Jin paused his work, waiting for his son to explain the situation.
"The old woman from the Jin family went to make trouble a few times, and in the end, the neighborhood women's director locked her up at home." Old Xing was very annoyed.
It's just running a small business. I've taken advantage of people before, and at most the police would arrest me and I'd be out in jail for a few days.
This time, getting involved with a young sissy has caused so much trouble!
Some people couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks—
"So that means the Jin family is in dire straits? When you took this job, did you ever imagine that you could open such a large restaurant behind Fudan University, a place frequented by foreign guests? It couldn't possibly be run by ordinary students, could it?"
Old Xing looked at the man coldly: "What do you mean? Aren't I just helping the brothers find food and a way to survive?"
Most of them became unemployed for various reasons, without formal jobs, forming cliques and making a living off the land.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Now is not the time for infighting. We need to find a way to resolve this. If we get into a diplomatic row, the police won't let us off easily!"
Another older man said coldly.
The group fell silent. They hadn't expected to encounter something so difficult, something completely beyond their education, knowledge, and common sense.
How should we resolve this diplomatic issue?
Old Xing took a few deep drags on his cigarette, then threw the butt under his foot and stomped it out.
He sneered, "That female student is only connected to people in the legitimate world. She's in the open, but we're in the shadows. People in the shadows have our ways of solving problems!"
If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who created it!
"You're not going to kill her, are you? That would be a huge problem!" The oldest one frowned instantly.
Old Xing narrowed his eyes menacingly: "Hmph, killing her won't solve the problem, it would be too easy on that little bitch!"
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