A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

Jian Qingyi dodged and hid behind Jian Zhongliang.

Jian Zhongliang immediately adopted the posture of a mother hen protecting her chicks.

To Jian Qingyi's surprise, Mao Chunqiao also stood in front of her.

This is truly baffling.

Didn't Mao Chunqiao always dislike the original owner of this body?

Someone helped her deal with her, shouldn't she stand by and applaud?

Before Jian Qingyi could think further, Zhou Hao used a skillful grappling technique to pin the man to the ground.

"You really think I'm just a decoration?" Zhou Hao tightened his grip.

The man screamed in pain.

"Don't be afraid! It's alright, it's alright." Seeing that the person had been restrained, Jian Zhongliang turned to comfort Jian Qingyi, who was hiding behind him watching the commotion, in a gentle tone.

Jian Qingyi nodded in perfect compliance, with a hint of panic and helplessness showing in her eyes.

For some reason, Jian Zhongliang's heart softened.

When his little girl was born, she was a soft, fluffy ball, just like a pink dough ball. He didn't even dare to hold her, for fear of accidentally dropping her.

In the blink of an eye, the little girl has grown into a young lady.

"It hurts..."

The man's cry of pain pulled Jian Zhongliang back from his wandering thoughts.

He frowned as he looked at the man.

He had previously suspected that his youngest daughter had gone to the police station to report him in a fit of anger, but now it seemed that it was most likely this scoundrel in front of him who had gone to the police station to file a false complaint.

"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts..." the man grimaced in pain.

This is exactly the effect Zhou Hao wanted.

With a gentle push, he sent the man in front of his subordinate.

One of the staff members quickly put a "silver bracelet" on the man's wrist.

The cold touch sent a chill down the man's spine.

"Comrades, I was wrong. I didn't mean to hit her. I just wanted to scare her. Please forgive me this time." The man was almost crying.

His family of seven was counting on his salary to buy rice and cook; he couldn't afford to have anything happen to him.

"Zhongliang, please help me. No matter what, we grew up together. Please forgive me this time, for the sake of my five daughters calling you Uncle Jian." The man was now completely desperate and grasping at straws.

The woman, who had fallen flat on her back, came to her senses and knelt down in front of Zhou Hao and the others, sobbing. Without saying a word, she began to kowtow.

Zhou Hao and his companions were so frightened that they hurriedly moved to the side.

Men also cry their eyes out, begging this and that.

"Director Zhou, Sun Qiang has had a tough time too. Please forgive him this time!" One of Jian Zhongliang's many weaknesses is that he is easily swayed.

Don't expect someone like that to have a firm stance.

after all……

In his mind, whoever is weak is right.

Seeing that someone was speaking up for him, Sun Qiang and his wife cried even more miserably.

Zhou Hao, a police chief, deals with all sorts of strange and monstrous people every day. What kind of people haven't he seen?

He could tell what kind of shit the people on the other side were going to do just by the way they wagged their tails.

Although Zhou Hao looked down on Jian Zhongliang's behavior, he was still the future father-in-law of the political commissar of his family, so he had to give him face.

The key is……

This is really not a big deal.

If you just turn a blind eye, it will pass.

Zhou Hao gave a wink to his subordinate, who immediately unlocked the "silver bracelet" for Sun Qiang.

"Comrade Jian Qingyi, now that things have been clarified, we'll be leaving now." Zhou Hao turned to look at Jian Qingyi, who had been watching the show from behind Jian Zhongliang, and spoke in a friendly tone.

"Take care, Director Zhou." Jian Qingyi smiled, her lips curving into a smile, clearly in a good mood.

With nine hundred silver dollars coming in all at once, who wouldn't sing "Today is a Good Day"?

Zhou Hao nodded, which was his response to Jian Qingyi.

He had just turned around when he stopped in his tracks.

"Comrade Jian Qingyi, I forgot to tell you, your older brother and I used to be comrades-in-arms. Your older brother lives far away and it's inconvenient for him to come. If anyone bullies you in the future, just come to the Public Security Bureau and I'll take care of him for you."

"Oh, by the way, your sister-in-law works at a department store in Beijing. If you ever need anything in short supply, just ask her, and she can get it for you." Worried that people around him might misunderstand that he had ulterior motives and ruin his future sister-in-law's reputation, Zhou Hao quickly added.

As he spoke, he took the pen from his chest and quickly wrote down three phone numbers, adding the names of the people behind them.

Lu Yujing

周浩

叶珊

"These are my and your sister-in-law's phone numbers. This is Political Commissar Lu's phone number. If I'm away on a mission in the future, just call him. He can arrange everything for you perfectly." Zhou Hao seemed to perk up when he said this.

Although Jian Qingyi didn't know what he was up to, she still nodded politely in thanks.

The onlookers exchanged glances.

As soon as Zhou Hao and his group left, everyone gathered around Jian Dashan and Mao Chunqiao and started showering them with compliments.

The people in the factory only knew that Jian Zhongkang's two children had gone to Beijing to join the army, but they didn't know exactly what they did.

Now that the director of the Public Security Bureau and that political commissar are both eager to curry favor with the Jian family, it's clear that Jian Zhongkang's eldest son has really made a name for himself outside.

Even Sun Qiang, who had previously wanted to nail Jian Zhongliang's family to the pillar of shame, shamelessly approached Jian Zhongliang.

"Zhongliang, I was wrong to do this today. I apologize to you. Please forgive me, I hope you are magnanimous." Sun Qiang said with a fawning smile.

Jian Zhongliang glared at him irritably and didn't say a word.

If it weren't for their clever little girl, their whole family might have been in serious trouble today.

“Zhongliang, you know that our whole family has seven or eight mouths to feed, and we all depend on me. I have no choice…” Sun Qiang lowered his head, looking dejected.

"Oh well! Never mind, never mind." Jian Zhongliang couldn't stand people playing the victim.

"Zhongliang, you really don't blame me anymore?" Sun Qiang suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with surprise.

“I don’t blame you anymore.” Jian Zhongliang’s tone was not very good.

Knowing that the matter was over, Sun Qiang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Zhongliang, I'll have my wife cook a couple of dishes later, and we brothers can have a good drink together." Sun Qiang said, while instructing his wife to go out and buy some braised dishes, giving Jian Zhongliang no chance to refuse.

Jian Qingyi had no interest in watching this farce. She casually tossed the slip of paper with her phone number onto Mao Chunqiao's trash can and turned to go downstairs.

There's no such thing as a free lunch; all that falls from the sky are traps.

Regardless of who Political Commissar Lu on the note is, just look at Zhou Hao. At such a young age, he managed to rise to the position of Director of the Public Security Bureau. No one would believe he didn't have powerful backers.

Jian Yiwei, a lowly henchman, wanted to get close to Zhou Hao...

It's not entirely impossible, but the odds are comparable to Mars colliding with Earth.

Regardless of Zhou Hao's motives, the best approach is to remain unchanged in the face of any eventuality.