Chapter 133 Other Methods
Chang Youli scratched his head: "This video probably won't work; we need to find other evidence."
Zhang Pengfei was also worried: "How about we go to the scene of the incident tomorrow morning and see if there are any witnesses?"
Since it's rush hour, theoretically, the same people should be passing by at the same time and place, because people usually don't change their commute time and route.
Chang Youli sighed, "We can only try our luck!"
Chen Jingyang got home close to 10 p.m. and saw Zhang Pengfei sitting in front of the computer, staring at the video bit by bit with a furrowed brow.
"Baby." Chen Jingyang hugged him from behind and kissed him on the cheek. "What are you looking at so intently?"
“The surveillance footage from the intersection where the incident occurred,” Zhang Pengfei sighed. “The crucial parts are obscured. I have to go to that intersection first thing tomorrow morning to see if I can find any witnesses.”
Chen Jingyang glanced at the surveillance footage and frowned, saying, "How are you going to find them? Ask them one by one?" Zhang Pengfei turned to look at him, "That's not necessary."
He gestured with his chin, indicating to Chen Jingyang to look at the stack of papers on the table: "I printed 100 flyers seeking clues, and I plan to distribute them half an hour before and after the time of the incident."
Chen Jingyang picked up a card, read it, and couldn't help but chuckle: "No reward whatsoever, just a heartfelt thank you and you expect to get a clue? Baby, what are you thinking?"
A little annoyed by Chen Jingyang's mockery, Zhang Pengfei snatched the paper back from Chen Jingyang's hand: "What's the problem? If I had witnessed what happened at the scene, I would have contacted them if I saw someone asking for clues!"
Since Zhang Pengfei and Kang Fu, they have rarely shown such a slightly coquettish emotion in front of him. Chen Jingyang raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Yes, yes, there are plenty of good people out there!"
Zhang Pengfei raised an eyebrow, his captivating eyes brimming with affection, and asked him, "So, are you free tomorrow morning? Could you come with me to deliver the packages?"
How could Chen Jingyang withstand Zhang Pengfei's questioning like that! Even if he was busy, he had to find a time!
Besides, how could he bear to let Zhang Pengfei go out on the street to hand out flyers alone!
The next morning, Chen Jingyang specially wore a tracksuit. He always dressed very neatly for work, with shirts, ties, trousers, and leather shoes as his standard attire. Today, he was dressed so youthfully and energetically, exuding a charming vitality that made people want to keep looking at him.
Although Zhang Pengfei's idea was good, he overlooked one thing—he and Chen Jingyang were too good-looking. Wherever they stood, they looked like male models. Many young women would even skip work and stay until the light turned green, taking pictures of them with their phones.
Zhang Pengfei regretted not listening to Chen Jingyang's advice—he really should have worn a mask and hat!
He's naturally shy, and he thought handing out flyers would be a simple task, but once he started, he realized he couldn't even open his mouth!
A handsome young man's face was flushed red from holding back his emotions. He bit his lip and struggled to send a single message for a long time. Chen Jingyang could hear his heart pounding like a drum without even getting close.
What to do? Chen Jingyang smiled and shook his head. Well, he could only set an example first!
He casually stuffed the flyer into the basket of the electric scooter and quickly explained, "Hello, we are collecting clues. Please take a look when you have time."
Eight or nine tickets were issued for just one red light!
Zhang Pengfei stared blankly at Chen Jingyang, truly unable to understand how this guy could hand out flyers so easily, and his posture was even incredibly cool!
Zhang Pengfei didn't move an inch until the red light turned green; anyone who didn't know better would think he was there to supervise the construction!
"Mr. Chen?!"
Chen Jingyang turned around and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
It turned out to be Jiang Zhenliang, the leader of the testing team!
Based on the principle that as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed, Chen Jingyang smiled slightly, deftly picked out a flyer from the stack in his hand, and stuffed it into Jiang Zhenliang's bicycle basket.
"Good morning, Engineer Jiang. Take a look at this flyer when you have time."
"You, you...!" Jiang Zhenliang was so shocked he couldn't speak. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that Chen Jingyang, who was worth hundreds of millions, would be standing on the street handing out flyers!
Fan Hua Street is a major north-south thoroughfare and one of the busiest roads in Beijing. As more and more people stopped to take photos, the non-motorized vehicle lane quickly became congested.
Two traffic police officers quickly arrived at the scene; one was responsible for directing traffic, and the other was responsible for negotiating with the "culprit".
"I...we didn't break the law." Zhang Pengfei, like a startled deer, opened his big, round eyes and uttered these words as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Excuse me, officer." Chen Jingyang walked over quickly, intentionally or unintentionally shielding Zhang Pengfei behind him. "We just want to gather some clues about the case. Please take a look."
The traffic policeman took the flyer from him, glanced at it, and then saw that the two men didn't have many left. He said, "I'll hand them out for you! Hurry up and leave after you're done. Although you didn't directly break the law, you're still indirectly obstructing traffic."
Anyway, the flyers were all handed out, but unfortunately, a whole day has passed and not a single person has made a call.
When Chen Jingyang returned home, he saw Zhang Pengfei slumped on the table, scratching his head, looking dejected.
"Baby." Chen Jingyang walked behind him, reached out and cupped his face. Zhang Pengfei leaned back with Chen Jingyang's strength, obediently resting his neck against the back of the chair.
Chen Jingyang spread his fingers and gently placed his palms on Zhang Pengfei's ears, using his thumbs to lightly and heavily stroke his brow bone, forehead, and hairline.
"Do you have a headache again?"
"Hmm." Zhang Pengfei closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, and his expression gradually relaxed as Chen Jingyang massaged him.
The rehabilitation treatment has ended, but his headache symptoms have not been relieved. Whenever he uses his brain for too long, his head will feel like it is being pricked with needles.
Chen Jingyang took him to see several experts, who all said it might be a sequela and that no effective treatment could be found at present.
He learned this massage technique from someone, and it works quite well.
“Baby, don’t worry. Distributing flyers is one way, but it’s been more than a week since the incident, and it’s going to be difficult to find witnesses. Why don’t we try other methods?”
Zhang Pengfei asked listlessly, his voice tired and languid: "For example?"
“For example…” Chen Jingyang took out his phone, opened a popular social media app, entered “fighting on Fan Hua Street”, and clicked search. Dozens of videos and pictures instantly popped up.
He filtered through the dates and handed it to Zhang Pengfei: "Baby, take a look and see if there are any related announcements."
Zhang Pengfei spotted Wang Xiaowei at a glance!
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