Chapter 84 The Eighty-Fourth Day of Not Running Away The Eighth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 84 The Eighty-Fourth Day of Not Running Away The Eighth Day of Not Running Away...

"This time it's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune."

When Wen Chan received Chen Bozheng's call, she said this to him.

She also knew that Chen Bozheng probably wouldn't have told her if she hadn't ended up safe and sound.

Chen Bozheng said, "Since so many people have come to cause trouble, I suspect that Young Master Lin orchestrated this. I'm thinking of going to see Boss Song this Saturday and asking him about the situation."

Wen Chan held the phone cord, thought for a moment, and then said, "Didn't you talk to that person before? He wouldn't talk, so why would he be willing to talk this time?"

“There’s always a way,” Chen Bozheng said. “I found out that Song Laoda’s wife has given birth.”

Hearing him say that, Wen Chan knew that Chen Bo had a plan in mind, so she said, "Then go ahead and do it. If you need any help, just let me know."

Chen Bozheng laughed and said, "I don't need anything else, just send me some architecture-related magazines and books, preferably in Chinese."

Lin Qingfeng and the monk waited outside. The weather in June was already a bit warm, and drinking ice-cold beer at this time was incredibly refreshing. The Chen family happened to have a refrigerator, so they poured the beer in and put it in. Although it was a little flat when they drank it, it was still wonderful.

The two were drinking beer and chatting idly when Chen Bozheng came out.

"Brother Zheng." Lin Qingfeng stood up and patted his butt.

Chen Bozheng nodded. "Come on, did you bring the money I asked you to get?"

Lin Qingfeng patted his pocket. "Here it is, 20,000 yuan. Brother Zheng, isn't giving Boss Song such a large sum of money too cheaply?"

Chen Bo reached out his hand to him, took the money, and casually stuffed it into his pocket. "If I don't give him this money, how can I get Boss Song to talk?"

Song Laoda and Chen Bozheng's group had a deep-seated grudge.

Song Laoda, along with his father-in-law and brother-in-law, were all sent to the detention center by Chen Bozheng and will be transferred to prison at the end of the year.

When Boss Song came out and saw Chen Bozheng, his eyes were fierce, and he looked like he wanted to devour Chen Bozheng.

"What's wrong, Mr. Chen? I heard you've made a fortune. Why are you running to the detention center? Trying to get in?"

Boss Song sat slumped in his chair, one foot propped up on the table. The policeman next to him glanced at him but said nothing.

The police turned a blind eye to troublemakers like Boss Song. As long as they didn't make any major mistakes, they would pretend not to see the minor issues. Otherwise, they would be too busy dealing with these troublemakers all day long.

These people knew they were about to be transferred to prison, so they didn't care much.

Chen Bo was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans. Although he wasn't dressed up, the high spirits of someone who was currently experiencing good fortune were undeniable.

In addition, everyone who came in would tell Boss Song what was going on outside, and Boss Song was really jealous of Chen Bozheng.

He felt remorseful. If he hadn't come in, he would have had a share of the auto repair shop's business! He would be a rich man now, instead of a prisoner.

"Boss Song, you don't seem to be in a good mood lately," Chen Bo said to Boss Song.

Boss Song smirked and spat on the ground. "If you can be in a good mood after coming in, I'll admit I admire you. So, why don't you come in and have some fun?"

The police officer next to him frowned and whispered a reprimand: "Song Zhongmin, watch your mouth!"

Old Song spread his hands and said shamelessly, "How am I being dishonest? I was just joking with my friend, wasn't I, Chen Bozheng?"

Chen Bo could tell that Boss Song hated him even more now. Well, one was suffering inside while the other was making big money outside. It would be strange if Boss Song didn't hate him.

He leaned forward, crossed his arms, and said, "Boss Song, I have some good news to tell you."

He paused, and seeing that Boss Song looked completely unconvinced, he said casually, "Your wife, Zhuang Daniu, is pregnant."

Old Song's expression froze. He hadn't been looking at Chen Bozheng properly, but upon hearing this, his expression changed, and he stared at Chen Bozheng, "Are you kidding me? She can't be pregnant? We've been married for so many years, and she hasn't shown any signs of pregnancy."

“It’s true.” Chen Bozheng nodded, then lowered his head, took out a photo from his pocket, and handed it to Boss Song: “Three months ago, your wife gave birth to a son at Ren’ai Hospital, weighing five pounds and six ounces.”

Chen Bozheng wasn't angry that the photo was snatched away by Boss Song.

Song Laoda stared at the photo. In the photo, Zhuang Daniu looked disheveled, her hair was messy, she was holding a child, and her face was pale but filled with joy.

Old Song's eyes fell on the child, a tiny, skinny boy, like a monkey.

"How could this child be mine? It might belong to someone else!"

Boss Song didn't believe it and was filled with doubt.

Before she came in, Zhuang Daniu had never revealed that she was pregnant.

Chen Bozheng said, "Don't you feel guilty saying that? You've been messing around outside, but Zhuang Daniu didn't do the same thing. She didn't even know she was pregnant until she was admitted to the hospital in a coma at the end of last year during the Spring Festival. She was too fat and hadn't even noticed before."

Chen Bozheng said, "If we count the months, she probably conceived around May or June."

In May and June, Song Laoda did come home to stay a few times. Holding the photo, he felt a strange mix of emotions. "What are you trying to do? Telling me this news for no reason, you don't mean to be a good person, do you? I don't object to my wife remarrying you."

Li Qingfeng rolled his eyes. Boss Song really had a foul mouth.

Chen Bozheng said, "Your father-in-law and brother-in-law are both here, and your wife has fallen out with her family. She doesn't have much money, and she has a child. Song Laoda, you know how hard it is for a woman to raise a child alone in society. You've been through it yourself, haven't you? As long as you're willing to tell me why that Young Master Lin has been targeting me, I can give your wife 20,000 yuan. With that money, she can buy a small house and live on the rest."

Strike the snake at its vital spot.

Chen Bozheng knew that Song Laoda was an only child and that his greatest concern was having offspring.

He and Zhuang Daniu had been arguing for so many years, simply because Zhuang Daniu hadn't given him a child.

Old Song clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. "You're so capable, sending me in here to blackmail me with my wife and children."

"You need to understand, I don't offend others unless they offend me, you're the one who set a trap to harm me first."

Chen Bozheng felt no remorse whatsoever.

Song Daniu and her son were having a hard time, but the problem wasn't caused by him; it was Song Laoda's own fault for not being a decent human being.

Twenty thousand yuan.

In the past, how could Boss Song have cared? He spent more money on eating, drinking, and having fun, just buying clothes and jewelry for his little girl than this.

But right now, all his money has been confiscated by the state and he has been fined, so this 20,000 yuan is very important to him.

For the sake of his wife and children, Boss Song relented.

He didn't know much, only that Young Master Lin's goal was to lead Chen Bozheng down a crooked path and then put him in jail, not to kill Chen Bozheng.

Knowing this purpose only made Chen Bo even more puzzled.

When they came out, the monk asked Chen Bozheng, "Brother Zheng, did you know Young Master Lin before?"

Chen Bo scoffed: "Where would we know those kids from high-ranking compounds? We've never even seen them before, let alone known them."

Lin Qingfeng frowned and said, "That's strange. Why would he hate you so much for no reason? You've never stolen his woman or hit him with a brick. This idea is also strange. If he really wanted to harm someone, he would spend money. In the underworld, it's five thousand yuan for a leg, ten thousand yuan for an arm, and twenty thousand yuan for a life. They're all clearly priced. This guy doesn't want your life, but he wants you to do bad things. What kind of idea is he up to?"

Chen Bozheng didn't understand.

But he knew that, ultimately, it was his own strength that mattered.

He couldn't always rely on luck. This time, he was fortunate that Village Chief Guang had some connections, which is why he was able to deal with Section Chief Liao.

If there's a next time, who will be able to help him?

Chen Bozheng thought of one person—Hua Lingfeng.

"Brother-in-law, Brother Chen, why are you going to such lengths to invite me to the Beijing Hotel?"

Hua Lingfeng walked in from outside with a big smile on his face, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. "Perfect timing, a friend gave me a bottle of Moutai today, let's drink it all up this time."

Wang Jian was delighted to see the wine, but he glanced at Chen Bozheng and said, "Let's not rush to drink. Xiao Hua, sit down. President Chen wants to discuss cooperation with us today."

Chen Bo was offering cigarettes to the two men and said with a smile, "Brother Wang is teasing me. What President Chen? I've only earned a few thousand yuan."

Hua Lingfeng took the cigarette and said, "Your auto repair shop makes a lot of money, I've heard. Business is booming. Many of my friends only go there to get their cars repaired because they say the prices are cheap and fair. Unlike those companies, where you send your car in and spend ages getting it fixed, and when you come back you find that they've replaced the tires with new ones. You end up owing them favors and getting ripped off."

"There are too many people trying to make quick money in this industry these days," Chen Bozheng said. "Where has Hua Shao been making his fortune lately?"

Hua Lingfeng waved his hand: "Don't mention it. My sister assigned me to a forestry bureau. I really can't stand it. It's so annoying."

Wang Jianquan said, "Your sister is doing this for your own good."

Hua Lingfeng rolled his eyes. "I just don't like staying here. Besides, my monthly salary at work is only 320 yuan. Is that enough for me to eat or drink? I'd rather go out and do some small business. I recently sold some steel bars and made 5,000 yuan right away. That's more interesting than staying in there."

“Your sister…” Wang Jianquan wanted to persuade Hua Lingfeng, but he didn’t know how to do it.

Hua Lingfeng, looking impatient, turned and called for the waiter to come up and take their order.

Chen Bozheng realized this, and after the waiter took the order, he said, "This meal is on me today, Brother Wang and Young Master Hua, don't try to take it from me."

Wang Jianquan was a little embarrassed: "How can that be? A meal here isn't cheap. I just looked at the menu, and one dish costs several hundred yuan."

Hua Lingfeng, however, seemed to understand something. "Brother Chen, don't call me Young Master Hua, just call me Little Hua. Something's not right with you. Are you trying to set me up?"

Hua Lingfeng spoke in a nonchalant manner, which Wang Jianquan found somewhat distasteful, but he didn't say anything.

Chen Bozheng said, "It's not a trap. I just wanted to talk to Brother Wang and Brother Lingfeng about cooperation."