From Wage Slave to Tycoon

Chapter 144: Chapter 115: It Costs to Be a Good Person

The Quanjude was located in the bustling Wangfujing district, and there happened to be a police patrol station nearby.

After less than a two-minute wait, two police officers walked in from outside.

When he saw the old woman and the little boy, the lead officer’s brow furrowed slightly.

He was quite familiar with these two. This month alone, he had already handled three incidents involving them... all about this grandmother and grandson!

The situation was always simple: the child was a classic little brat, exceptionally naughty and mischievous. Backed by his grandmother, he would snatch toys from other children.

If any parents tried to argue with the boy, the old woman would step in and make a scene. Her routine of crying, shouting, and throwing a fit would scare the other parents away.

"Officer Chen, you’re here! Hurry up and arrest this bad man who hit my grandson!" The old woman walked up to the lead officer, looking at Chen Fei with an arrogant air.

As soon as she said this, many people in the crowd frowned. Their gazes shifted back and forth between the old woman and the lead officer, wondering if the two had some sort of connection.

The lead officer’s frown deepened. Seeing the change in the crowd’s eyes, he knew this old woman was up to no good.

"Yang Sufen, watch your mouth. Others might not know you... but you think I don’t?"

"This month alone, I’ve dealt with three of your incidents, and that’s not even counting the ones my colleagues handled. You’re infamous around Wangfujing!"

"Who doesn’t know ’Yang Sufen the Scrapper’!"

Hearing this, the old woman—the Yang Sufen the officer was talking about—actually looked shamelessly proud. "So what? It’s their fault for bullying my grandson! My grandson is so adorable. Is it too much to ask for them to give him toys and food?"

As she spoke, she pulled the little boy to her side and patted his head.

The little boy, hugging Yang Sufen’s arm, had a look on his face that clearly said, ’Grandma is right!’

These explosive words were so shocking that Su Chen and the Quanjude staff couldn’t believe their ears.

’It’s the modern age, how can people this ignorant still exist!’

Officer Chen glanced at Yang Sufen expressionlessly, then turned to Su Chen and the others.

"Who called the police? Tell me what happened." He had to follow procedure. No matter how much he disliked Yang Sufen’s behavior, he had to operate by the book.

"I did!" The lobby manager now utterly detested the grandmother and grandson. Their unreasonable antics had brought business at Quanjude to a halt, and if he had the chance, he would make them pay.

"Tell me what happened." Officer Chen took out a notebook.

Seeing this, Yang Sufen couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding.

But she quickly suppressed that feeling with her usual stubbornness. ’Hmph, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll just be shameless. So what if it’s my fault!’

The lobby manager quickly explained the whole story, adding a bit of extra spice to the part about the little boy stomping on the takeout roast duck.

Overall, it didn’t deviate from the facts, but his telling of it was certainly designed to make one’s skin crawl.

The expression on the boy’s face as he stomped, the way the old woman fanned the flames from the sidelines—he described it all so vividly that even Su Chen wanted to give the lobby manager a thumbs-up.

’It’s a real waste that this lobby manager isn’t a master of sarcasm online!’

A Quanjude waiter walked over and whispered something in the manager’s ear, making the manager grin from ear to ear.

"Oh, right, Officer Chen. We have security cameras here—the kind that record audio, too. You can see the whole incident from start to finish!" the lobby manager said to Officer Chen, a wide smile on his face.

Hearing this, Officer Chen’s eyes lit up. The previous few incidents had no surveillance footage, or the footage was incomplete.

It wasn’t that no bystanders ever came forward to testify, but they were always scared off by the old woman’s combo of life-or-death theatrics.

Everyone wanted to testify, but seeing the old woman throw a tantrum, nobody wanted to get involved in that mess.

"Oh? Video footage is great!"

A slight smile played on Officer Chen’s lips as he looked at Yang Sufen, who now resembled a wilted eggplant, all her previous arrogance gone.

"Right, which gentleman was it who had the conflict with Yang Sufen? We need to take a simple statement." Realizing he hadn’t collected the "victim’s" information yet, Officer Chen quickly looked toward Su Chen and the others.

After all, besides the Quanjude staff, only the grandmother-grandson duo and Su Chen’s pair were left.

Chen Fei glanced at Su Chen for permission, and only stepped forward after Su Chen gave a slight nod.

Officer Chen saw this exchange and had a vague feeling that this time, the old woman, Yang Sufen, had kicked a steel plate—a special-grade steel plate at that.

’What kind of ordinary person goes out with a bodyguard?’

As a police officer with fifteen years of professional experience, he could tell that much!

"Sir, your surname?" Although he was curious, his professional duty told him to focus on how to resolve this matter peacefully.

"Chen Fei!"

"And where do you currently reside?" Officer Chen asked, writing with his head down, but he didn’t get a response from Chen Fei.

When he looked up, he saw Chen Fei’s questioning gaze directed at Su Chen again.

Hearing the question, the corners of Su Chen’s mouth lifted slightly. He gave Chen Fei a look, telling him to go ahead and say it without worry.

Just as Officer Chen was about to speak, Chen Fei’s voice rang out!

"The north shore of Houhai, Shichahai."

"Ah, the north shore of Houhai, Shichahai..." As he wrote, Officer Chen realized something was wrong. ’The north shore of Houhai, Shichahai???’