Chapter 1423 Hearts Like Ice (Part 2)

"Really, why is jumping off a building so troublesome!"

"Isn't that the truth? It's inexplicable. If you're going to jump, just do it..."

Several somewhat flippant voices sounded near Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng stopped, frowned, and glanced at the young men in jackets. Clearly, they were the type who loved to watch the excitement without caring about the consequences.

"They..."

Fan Baobao, however, was not one to tolerate such behavior. Hearing their harsh words, she was about to lose her temper.

"Don't."

Zhao Fusheng reached out and stopped Fan Baobao, shaking his head gently. "No need."

There were too many people like this. Times had changed, and in a big forest, all kinds of birds exist. In later years, there would even be elderly people who slapped others for not giving up their seats, let alone now.

Over the years, people's living standards had risen, but their moral standards had gradually declined.

If this had happened twenty years ago, many people would not have been watching the excitement; instead, they would have chosen to help persuade the girl.

But now, there was a group of people standing around making sarcastic remarks.

Still, Zhao Fusheng knew there was nothing to be done about it. The world was full of all kinds of people; you couldn't measure the IQ of a few idiots by the standards of normal people.

At that moment, the police had already reached the upper floor and were trying to persuade the girl. After a while, it seemed her emotions had stabilized. A female police officer sat not far from the girl, chatting with her about everyday matters.

"These police officers, they have it tough too."

Watching the officers maintaining order downstairs, Fan Baobao said softly.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "To be honest, these grassroots police comrades work very hard."

He meant it. In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng initially had no good impression of the police, but after getting to know a few friends in this field, he learned how difficult the lives of grassroots police officers really were.

Some might find it laughable to say that police are a vulnerable group, but it was a fact.

After the turn of the millennium, especially with the rapid exchange of information in the internet age, a strange phenomenon emerged in society. Whenever civil servants, especially police, were mentioned, there was a chorus of criticism. It seemed that if you spoke up for the police, you were labeled a 'fifty-cent army' or a shill. Whatever happened, it was always the police's fault.

But think about it carefully: ordinary police officers working in a police station—a station with only a few dozen people—how many people in their jurisdiction did they have to manage?

From trivial matters like a couple quarreling to assisting the criminal investigation unit in solving cases, even the most insignificant issues, as long as someone called, the police station had to dispatch officers.

It was no exaggeration to say that among civil servants, police were the most hardworking, the most suffering, and had the hardest time getting promoted.

"Let's go. There's nothing more to see."

They had been standing there for nearly twenty minutes. The girl's emotions seemed to have stabilized; she had taken the water handed to her by the female officer and was drinking.

It looked like she would be persuaded in a little while.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng tugged at Fan Baobao, intending to leave.

Just then, the group of young men who had been watching the excitement, taking advantage of the officers' inattention, suddenly shouted.

"Hey, are you jumping or not? How long are you going to dawdle?"

"Yeah, hurry up. If you're going to jump, do it quick. We're waiting to watch."

Damn it!

Zhao Fusheng's face immediately darkened. He clearly saw that because of their shouting, the girl lost her grip on the water bottle, and it fell from the building.

It hit the ground with a smack, shattering into pieces.

And those people were still yelling, clearly the type who loved to watch the excitement without caring about the consequences.

"What are you saying, you lot?"

A police officer, unable to stand it, walked over to stop them. "Get out of here. Don't cause trouble."

"What do you mean? Is watching the excitement a crime now? Come on, arrest me if you can!"

Clearly, the young men were not afraid of the police.

"Old Hu, beat them up!"

Looking at those people, Zhao Fusheng's eyes gradually turned cold. Finally, he uttered a few words coldly to Hu Donghai.

Huh?

Not only Hu Donghai, but even Fan Baobao was stunned.

Zhao Fusheng was never one to stir up trouble. Why would he tell Hu Donghai to start a fight? What had gotten into him?

Little did they know, having seen too many news stories in later years, Zhao Fusheng felt a deep aversion to people like this.

China had no shortage of such troublemakers who loved to watch the world burn. They cheered when someone jumped off a building, made a fuss when no one gave up a seat on the bus, and whenever something or someone didn't suit their fancy, they would act like mad dogs, wanting to bite the whole world.

In the end, they would put on a face of being straightforward and honest, saying exactly what they thought.

Ha, did they think everyone in the world was their father?

Dealing with such people, Zhao Fusheng always believed that beating them up was the way to go.

"Beat them up. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility!"

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Hu Donghai and repeated his words.

With the boss's order, Hu Donghai naturally didn't dare to slack off. He himself found those guys quite annoying. So he nodded to his companion, left two men to protect Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, and walked with his companion toward the four who were still shouting at the police.

"You go home first. I'll be back soon." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Fan Baobao.

After all, Fan Baobao was a celebrity; it was better not to involve her in this.

Fan Baobao naturally understood Zhao Fusheng's intention. She nodded and left first, followed by two bodyguards.

Zhao Fusheng, on the other hand, stood there, took out his phone, and dialed his father's number.

"Dad, I got into a fight."

Zhao Fusheng's first sentence nearly made Zhao Dad, who was in a meeting at Wanda headquarters, drop his phone.

"Uh, son, what did you say?" Zhao Dad asked, utterly shocked, completely forgetting he was in a meeting and standing up abruptly.

"My bodyguard got into a fight with someone, right by the department store." Zhao Fusheng didn't waste words and briefly explained what had happened. Finally, he said, "Could you help find a lawyer or something? Or I'll have my assistant come handle it later."

"No need for that trouble. I'll make a call. You stay put." Zhao Dad immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Clearly, he didn't think it was a big deal. On the contrary, he approved of his son's actions. After all, Zhao Dad shared the same view as Zhao Fusheng: people with such foul mouths deserved a good slap.

Moreover, being able to handle this matter for his son actually gave Zhao Dad a bit of a smug feeling.

After all these years, since Zhao Fusheng started his business, he had never given his father any worries. This had been somewhat frustrating for Zhao Dad. Other fathers guided their sons through life, but in his case, it was the opposite. If not for his son's support, his own company might not have survived to this day.

And his son was so sensible that he could never find an opportunity to assert his paternal authority.

Now that this chance had come, Zhao Dad was naturally in a very good mood.