Chapter 174 The Old Man Driving
Yin Dong shook his head and cast his gaze on Liang. "Director Liang, have you ever thought about promotion? You've been with Mayor Qi for years, so you should have something on your hands, right? Do some good deeds and fulfill the old mayor's last wish."
His words couldn't be more blunt. Jiang Yuan saw Qi Fushan's eyes widen, and even Jiang Yuan's heart sank. She didn't expect that Yin Dong was really going to send Qi Fushan in.
During the years that Qi Fushan served as the mayor, he not only abused his power and condoned and sheltered Qi Zhenlei's many illegal and criminal acts, but he also secretly colluded with local black businessmen and acted as their umbrella, making an unknown amount of profit from it.
He is like a cancer. Although everyone in the local area knows about him, no one can do anything about him because he has strong connections with the higher-ups.
Director Liang's face turned red instantly and sweat broke out on his forehead.
On his way here, Qi Fushan had introduced the Yin family's genealogy and history, as well as the Yin family's current status in the entire officialdom. As a result, he now knew that what Yin Dong said seemingly casually was by no means an empty promise.
This prince is not in the officialdom, but the background behind him is too powerful, and he has the capital to make things happen with a wave of his hand.
But Director Liang also knew that Qi Fushan had connections. He had seen with his own eyes that Qi Fushan and the mayor were drinking tea together in a private teahouse.
But on one side is the mayor, and on the other side is the prince who is lingering under the feet of the emperor. He hardly needs to weigh which one is more important. Just looking at Qi Fushan, who is usually the only one in power, looking like a coward in front of Yin Dong, he doesn't need to think too much about it.
Even if he didn't want to climb up, he probably had no choice. He couldn't afford the consequences of offending the prince.
Outside Jiang Yuan's store, in addition to Qi Zhenlei's BMW and the Rolls-Royce with a northern license plate, there were three police cars parked.
A dozen police officers surrounded the entrance of the convenience store tightly, ready to take action at any time.
Even when Jiang Shan had the accident, the street outside her house was not as busy as it is today. These cars attracted countless eyes.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, everyone in the town who was well-informed canceled all entertainment and crowded outside, eagerly waiting to watch this free show.
As the number of people increased, the police officers on standby had to take temporary action to maintain public order.
The onlookers were eating melon seeds and talking at the same time. In just over ten minutes, they had deduced a complete plot.
Someone said, "Qi Zhenlei had a crush on Jiang Yuan and came to their house early in the morning. Who knows if he was here to pay New Year's greetings or to get married? Jiang Yuan refused and called her husband over, but an old man was no match for four or five young men. He must have been beaten badly. Jiang Yuan called the police, but Qi Zhenlei's father came with Director Liang. By then, there was no sign of the ambulance. I guess the old man from out of town is in serious trouble."
Someone said, "I saw Qi Fushan and Director Liang get out of the car with my own eyes. They lowered their heads and muttered to each other. Their faces were as gloomy as the Black and White Impermanence who came to collect the corpse. Maybe a murder has already been committed. With Qi Zhenlei's character, when he goes crazy, he is not afraid of anyone, and there is nothing he can't do."
Everyone recognized Qi Zhenlei's BMW, and the focus of everyone's discussion was mainly on the black Rolls-Royce with a Northern license plate.
A young man who knows a lot about cars said, "This car's configuration is worth over 10 million yuan. You think it's expensive, right? The license plate is even more expensive than the car itself."
The crowd exclaimed in disbelief. One heavily made-up woman rolled her eyes and said, "No matter how good a car is, it depends on who's driving it. How can it even run smoothly with an old man behind the wheel? I wouldn't even sit in this car. I'm nauseous."
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.
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