Chapter 1731: Right and Wrong, Black and White

Zhao Fusheng had never believed in luck.

Many times, others thought that Zhao Fusheng succeeded at everything effortlessly, but there was a logical sequence involved.

When Zhao Fusheng did things, even with foreknowledge, he would first conduct investigations and consider how to achieve perfection.

That way, combined with his foreknowledge, things would be presented flawlessly to everyone.

Luck and gambling were two different concepts. When all preparations and efforts were made, then luck came into play. As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes.

Conversely, what was gambling?

Doing nothing, letting things develop freely, with no element of luck—that was gambling.

From the moment of his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng knew he could not entrust his fate to others.

Now was no different.

"Ma'am, I trust my driver. He said he didn't hit you, so he definitely didn't," Zhao Fusheng said calmly, looking at the old woman lying on the ground.

Just now, Wu Sijie had checked the dashcam and whispered to him that the car hadn't touched the old woman; she had fallen due to her own carelessness.

"Young man, how can you lie through your teeth?"

The old woman's eyes widened at Zhao Fusheng's words, and she sat on the ground wailing, "Is there no justice? I'm an old woman, would I lie?"

Chinese people love to watch a commotion. Soon, a crowd gathered, chattering among themselves.

"I saw it, this car hit the old lady."

"Rich people these days are all the same—they hit someone and deny it!"

"Call the police, call the police now!"

These onlookers, eager to see a spectacle, eagerly voiced their opinions, one after another.

Zhao Fusheng frowned but didn't stop them from calling the police.

At the same time, he stopped Wu Sijie and Chen Zhen, glanced at the old woman on the ground, and sneered.

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Soon, three police officers arrived.

"Officers, you must help me! This man hit me and refuses to admit it!" the old woman said, standing up with the crowd's help, and immediately appealed to the police.

"What's going on?"

The lead officer looked at Zhao Fusheng and the others, frowning: "If you hit someone, why didn't you go to the hospital?"

"We didn't hit her, so why go to the hospital?" Zhao Fusheng stared coldly at the officer and said irritably, "Since when do the police only listen to one side?"

"You!"

The young officer behind him, his expression changing, pointed at Zhao Fusheng and said, "Watch your mouth, or I'll arrest you!"

"Arrest me?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed coldly.

Wu Sijie behind him said to the officer, "Officer, please watch your language."

What a joke, just a few small-time cops trying to arrest someone.

He had heard that the police in the Northeast were unreliable, and now it seemed true.

Arriving at the scene without checking the facts, relying only on the onlookers and the old woman's one-sided story—Wu Sijie really couldn't understand these people; they were simply exasperating.

"Come on, let's go to the station," the lead officer said, sizing up Zhao Fusheng and his group with some surprise, but still spoke firmly.

In his view, this was normal. People driving luxury cars often did such things. He just felt sorry for the old woman, hit at her age, not knowing what would happen.

Maybe the rich man would soon call someone to smooth things over, making a big deal small and a small deal nothing.

"To the station?"

Zhao Fusheng suddenly smiled, glanced deeply at the group, and said calmly, "Fine, but let me make one thing clear: everyone here must come. Anyone who claims to have seen my car hit this old woman must go to the station to give a statement. Any objections?"

At the end, his gaze swept over the surrounding onlookers.

"Fine, what's the big deal?"

They exchanged glances, and some, for whatever reason, gritted their teeth and nodded.

Clearly, they thought it was nothing.

"Good, let's go."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and turned back to his car.

"Chairman..."

Wu Sijie looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise, not understanding his intention.

"Call the local branch and have them send a lawyer," Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

"Lawyer?"

Wu Sijie was startled, then quickly nodded and took out his phone to call.

Soon, the group arrived at the police station.

"Come on, give your statements," the officer said to Zhao Fusheng and the others.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and pointed to the onlookers: "Let them go first."

Looking bewildered, they still followed the officers in to give statements.

It wasn't a big issue; each person answered a few questions, and it was over quickly.

Soon, the group arrived at the police station.

It wasn't a big issue; each person answered a few questions, and it was over quickly.

Including the old man who claimed to have been hit, they had all finished giving their statements.

Looking at those statements, the older police officer's expression turned somewhat grim.

"What's wrong, Master?" the young officer following him asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"Something's off."

The older officer frowned and said quietly, "These people aren't saying the same thing. Several witnesses saw it, but their accounts don't match."

"What's going on?"

The young officer was taken aback: "But the old lady was right—she was indeed hit, and now she's crying about her leg hurting."

"Let's not overthink it." The older officer thought for a moment: "At her age, she wouldn't lie, would she? Probably these people just saw it from different angles."

After a moment's thought, he said to the young officer: "Go mediate. Have him pay some compensation and settle it privately."

Regardless, since things had come to this, the old lady was the weaker party, and they couldn't keep deadlocked forever. In the older officer's view, this was the best and most reasonable solution.

Zhao Fusheng and Wu Sijie, along with Chen Zhen and the others, sat on chairs, silently watching the group who had finished giving statements come out. Just as these people were about to leave, Zhao Fusheng stood up.

"Wait!"

Zhao Fusheng spoke slowly, looking at the group.

"Huh?"

"What do you want?"

"What, you dare to be so arrogant even inside the police station?"

"What are you trying to do?"

"This is a place where the law rules!"

For a moment, several of them were intimidated—there was no helping it, given the imposing presence of the group behind Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng coldly stared at the group: "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. We'll settle accounts in a bit."

"Huh?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on.

What did he mean by settling accounts?

What exactly did this guy want to do?

Just then, the two police officers came out. The older one said to Zhao Fusheng, "Come inside. Let's talk."

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "My lawyer will be here soon. I won't say anything until he arrives."

"Lawyer?"

The older officer was startled, then his expression darkened: "You hit someone, so just admit your mistake and pay up. Why call a lawyer? You want the traffic police to handle this, don't you?"

If the traffic police handled it, it would naturally be treated as a traffic accident.

"How can you be a police officer?"

Zhao Fusheng's patience had finally worn thin with this guy.

"What?"

The older officer's eyes widened, and the young officer was already furious, pointing at Zhao Fusheng: "Are you out of your mind? How dare you speak like that?"

He was truly enraged. It was the first time he had seen someone so arrogant inside a police station—truly audacious.

In his experience, most people who came here were well-behaved, unless they had extremely powerful connections!

But even those with connections, after hitting someone, would rarely be so arrogant. This was unexpected.

"How dare I speak?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at the two officers and said helplessly: "From the moment you arrived until now, you never believed a word I said. You assumed I hit someone, that I should compensate the old lady, and even though you knew these people were lying, you still didn't believe me?"

"You say you didn't hit her, but didn't all these people see it?" the young officer retorted, glaring at Zhao Fusheng. "Besides, at her age, would the old lady falsely accuse you?"

"Exactly. At my age, would I lie?"

The old lady looked smug, speaking to Zhao Fusheng. From her eyes, Zhao Fusheng could see she was pleased with herself.

After all, everyone was on her side.

"Is that so?"

Zhao Fusheng sneered but said nothing. He was waiting.

Just then, the Ninghai branch of Future Advertising, upon receiving Wu Sijie's notification, quickly sent a lawyer.

"Chairman."

The lawyer greeted Zhao Fusheng as soon as he entered.

Of course—anyone who could get a call from the chairman's assistant could only be the chairman of Future Group.

"Mm, let's begin."

Zhao Fusheng nodded to the lawyer.

"Alright."

The lawyer nodded.

Zhao Fusheng then looked at the police officer: "My car is equipped with a dashcam that clearly recorded everything. I think that should count as evidence, right?"

Evidence?

Dashcam?

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, the two officers were startled. The others, including the old lady, looked bewildered—clearly, they didn't understand what that was.

After all, not everyone knew how to use a dashcam at that time.

When dealing with staged accidents, most people could only resign themselves to bad luck.

But Zhao Fusheng thought otherwise. In his view, some things in this world were simply right or wrong, and there had to be a clear distinction between black and white.