A life of financial freedom

When Chu Fang returned to the Tanhua community, he saw a group of old men in the community playing chess. He walked up to them and said, "Uncle, let me play."

"Get lost!" The security guard rolled his eyes. "You liar, you cheated. In our time, you would be shot!"

When Chu Fang played chess with these old men, he always unconsciously turned on the simulated chess and killed them without leaving a single piece of armor.

"I didn't cheat."

"What is that?"

"It's an auxiliary device!"

After these words came out, the old men were so angry that they glared at him and really wanted to beat this shameless thing to death.

Facing the murderous gaze, Chu Fang remained calm, even smiling, stretching his neck to instruct the old man playing chess on how to make the next move.

Before long, the whole chessboard was a mess under Chu Fang's guidance, and finally the old men drove him away.

He curled his lips: "Just go, I don't want to bother with you."

Just a few steps away, he received a strange call, and he answered it: "Hello, is this Wen..."

Chu Fang thought it was a scam call, and before the other party finished speaking, he said directly: "Wen, you are so stupid."

The other party was silent for two seconds: "I am... ...”

Chu Fang continued, “I am your father!”

“Sir, you are very arrogant. Do you dare to provide your identity information?”

“My name is Hu Tutu, my father is Hu Yingjun, my mother is Zhang Xiaoli, and my family lives in Room 1001, Building 2, Fandou Garden. If you have the guts, come and get me. Grandpa is waiting.”

Hearing that the other party hung up the phone, Chu Fang was quite proud: “Byd, can a liar still deceive me?”

After walking a few steps, the phone just now called again, saying: “Sir, I have checked your information through the police station. Your name is Chu Fang, your family lives in Zhonghai Mingyuan, and you live in Tanhua Community.”

“Police station?”

“Yes.”

Chu Fang lowered his voice: “Then who are you?”

“Policeman.”

Numb!

... ...

Chu Fang rushed to the hospital at almost the fastest speed, came to the ward, and then saw Wen Xiangbing lying on the ice with his hands wrapped in gauze.

Next to him were Rong Shunji and two girls, their faces full of anxiety and worry.

He frowned slightly: "Didn't you hit someone? Why did you hit yourself?"

Rong Shunji responded: "I got a cut from the glass shards."

Chu Fang looked at Wen Xiangbing and felt speechless.

He had just said that he was fine and there was no need to worry, but before he could do anything about it for a day, he used a wine bottle to open someone's brain. Although he was a gangster and not a good person, Wen Xiangbing was wrong to hit him.

"It's all my fault." The short-haired woman said softly.

"But it's also their fault. Those three hooligans are shameless." The short-haired woman raised her head, "They beat them up, and those three bastards deserved to be beaten. This happened because of us, and we take full responsibility for it."

The short-haired woman turned around and gave Wen Xiangbing a thumbs up: "Handsome guy, you are so awesome, don't worry, I will help you pay for the money and medical expenses."

Chu Fang said: "But, they not only want medical expenses, but also want him to be detained in prison."

"Detain him if you want."

Chu Fang looked at the short-haired woman with surprise, shocked by her brain circuit, and then said faintly: "Detention means leaving a criminal record, and his life is over."

Compensation is a small matter, but the stain can never be washed away in a lifetime.

The short-haired woman seemed to have just realized it, and her eyes widened: "Ah, this... ..., at worst, you can detain me and I will go to jail."

As she said that, she left the ward and came to the ward of the three gangsters. At this moment, the police were recording their statements. The short-haired woman said directly to the police: "Hello, police uncle, I hit this man on the head. If you want to detain someone, detain me."

"Bullshit!" said a tattooed gangster, "It was obviously that boy who hit him. Don't think of offending that boy, and there is a video there."

The victim with circles of gauze wrapped around his head also said: "Here, I say a word, the boy who hit me must go to jail, there is no room for negotiation."

The short-haired woman repeatedly explained that she hit him, but the police took out the video, which showed that Wen Xiangbing hit the gangster on the head with a bottle of wine.

Seeing that the evidence was conclusive, and the three gangsters would not let go, and vowed to put Wen Xiangbing in jail, the short-haired woman was a little flustered.

Wen Xiangbing stood up for them and was a benefactor, but now the benefactor is going to jail.

Although the short-haired woman repeatedly said that the three thugs harassed them first, the police only said that they would mediate. If the mediation was successful, there would be no need to go to jail. If the mediation failed, the result would be obvious.

Seeing that the three thugs were determined to put Wen Xiangbing in jail, Chu Fang said: "Uncle police, can I have a private chat with them?"

The police glanced atHe glanced at him: "Aren't you my father?"

Three thugs: "???"

Short-haired woman: "???"

Chu Fang was silent for a few seconds: "... ..., not appropriate."

The police looked at him deeply and then left the ward.

"We have nothing to talk about." The injured thug said loudly.

"I think we can talk." Chu Fang snapped his fingers, and then a group of lawyers in black suits came from outside and surrounded him.

One of the lawyers handed a document to Chu Fang. He took it, opened the document, and read it: "Xian Yujie, male, 23 years old, from XX city, XX province, has been very naughty since childhood, causing trouble in school, colluding with gangsters outside the school, doing whatever he wants, and has been in prison for this..."

Listening to others talking about his past experiences, the injured gangster's face changed slightly: "You, how did you get my information?"

Chu Fang replied: "I paid for it."

"I think we can coordinate it, do you think it's okay? There is no need to be blinded by a momentary anger. The benefits in hand are the most fulfilling."

Time passed slowly, Rong Shunji called the police into the hospital, and Chu Fang said: "Uncle police, we have discussed it and have reached a mediation agreement."

The police glanced at the many lawyers around: "You won't threaten them, right?"

"No, that's illegal."

The police looked at the three gangsters, who all nodded. Seeing this, the police didn't say much, and the two parties signed a mediation agreement immediately.

Chu Fang took the mediation agreement into Wen Xiangbing's ward and threw it at him: "I know you've been feeling bad recently, but you can't vent your pain on others. Even if the other person is a jerk, you have to solve it within the legal scope."

"I'll pay the compensation for you temporarily, and the lawyer's fees are also recorded on it. This is all the money I spent on you."

"If you still treat me as a friend and pay me back on time every month, if you can't find a job, tell me and I'll find you one."

"The Wen Xiangbing I remember is a man who stands tall and has great ambitions, not a waste who drinks all day, is sloppy, and has no reason at all."