Chapter 1913: The Matter Has Blown Up!

Zhao Fusheng didn't go to sign any settlement agreement; it was Zhang Qian who went to sign.

Although he didn't understand why Zhao Fusheng agreed, he still went to sign.

After signing, without further ado, they left the police station directly.

"Just let it go like this?"

Sitting in the car, Zhang Qian looked at Zhao Fusheng with confusion: "Are we really just letting it go?"

"What else do you want?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Didn't they say the victim claimed she was with those people, and we provoked them first, leading to the fight?"

"She took money!"

Zhang Qian said angrily, filled with indignation.

He wasn't stupid; he naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "You and I both know this. Do you think Captain Zhou doesn't?"

Zhang Qian fell silent.

In essence, there was likely some other connection behind this, probably Ge Meng secretly pulling strings, which led to the current situation.

Otherwise, the witness changing her statement and the police station proposing a settlement, accepting the claim of a brawl—if there wasn't something fishy, that would be strange.

Turning a big issue into a small one, and a small one into nothing—that was how those people handled the matter.

As for the victim, well, she had already taken the money and suffered no real loss, so of course she was willing to 'help.'

People are selfish.

How many people, after being saved, show no concern for their rescuer?

What Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian encountered was just one of those cases.

"Don't worry, she'll have her share of suffering in the future."

Zhao Fusheng suddenly sneered and spoke calmly.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Qian was puzzled, not understanding why Zhao Fusheng would say that.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged but said nothing more.

People, especially men, don't necessarily become good friends when doing good deeds, but when doing bad things, it's easy to draw closer and become partners in crime.

Take Li Tiantian and his friends—if before they were just fair-weather friends, after this incident, they might well form a small clique.

What they would do next was easy to imagine.

But Zhao Fusheng had no intention of warning Ge Meng or the people at the police station, not even the victim who took the money and changed her statement—she had nothing to do with him.

Earlier, he had simply saved someone on a whim; now that the other party was digging their own grave, he wouldn't play the fool.

Everyone must pay the price for their choices, no matter how old they are.

That was something Zhao Fusheng had always firmly believed.

As for Li Tiantian, Zhao Fusheng believed he would definitely make another mistake. When that happened, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't hesitate to step on him hard.

"Letting it go like this is too easy on those bastards!" Zhang Qian was still unwilling to let it drop.

"Of course not."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, took out his phone, and dialed Dong Guoxiang's number.

"Arrange to expose the information on Li Qingshan and Ge Meng's son Li Tiantian," Zhao Fusheng said calmly. "Everything he's done since childhood, expose it all, including the recent brawl."

"Huh?"

Dong Guoxiang on the other end was surprised. Receiving such an order from Zhao Fusheng out of the blue, he almost thought he had become one of those online trolls.

But regardless, since Zhao Fusheng had spoken, he could only comply and quickly arranged it.

Zhang Qian, however, looked at Zhao Fusheng blankly: "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing, just teach them a lesson."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Zhang Qian: "You know, if Ge Meng knew who we are, she probably wouldn't have thought to do this."

"?"

Zhang Qian was stunned, staring at Zhao Fusheng with wide eyes: "What did you say? They don't know who we are?"

"Of course."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "When you reported the case, you only gave your name, not your occupation, right?"

"Yeah." Zhang Qian nodded. He hadn't thought much about it at the time, and the recording officer hadn't asked.

"That's the problem."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "From today's perspective, neither Ge Meng nor the police station actually know who we are, so they played this trick, calling it a brawl, trying to sweep things under the rug. If they knew who you and I are, they would have tried to find connections to negotiate with us, not played such a crude game."

Zhang Qian was speechless for a long time, but on reflection, what Zhao Fusheng said made sense.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said nothing more.

His analysis wasn't random guesswork; it was a conclusion he had reached after serious thought for most of the day.

In fact, at first, Zhao Fusheng himself hadn't realized it, finding it hard to believe that Ge Meng could be so brainless—her son and a few friends nearly ruined a girl's innocence, and she twisted it into a brawl.

More importantly, given his status, she actually tried to frame him!

Coupled with the experience at the police station today, Zhao Fusheng finally reached a laughable conclusion.

That was, Ge Meng didn't know who he and Zhang Qian were.

In other words, in the eyes of Ge Meng, Li Tiantian, and the others, he and Zhang Qian were just two idle rich guys playing the hero.

Nothing more...

To be honest, when he reached this conclusion, Zhao Fusheng found it utterly absurd—how could anyone be so stupid?

But on second thought, it wasn't surprising. If she had any brains, Ge Meng wouldn't have raised Li Tiantian like this.

Look at other old artists' children—though they might not follow in their parents' footsteps, they at least turned out decent. Only Li Tiantian failed to uphold his parents' reputation and instead brought them shame.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng felt it might really be a matter of upbringing.

"So what do we do?"

Zhang Qian looked at Zhao Fusheng, puzzled.

He had just heard Zhao Fusheng's instructions to Dong Guoxiang; clearly, Zhao Fusheng didn't intend to let Li Tiantian off easily.

"Do nothing."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "Dong Guoxiang will send people to handle it. Have Old Chen also help investigate Li Tiantian's situation. The rest is for the media to consider; it has nothing to do with us."

He paused and smiled: "I reckon once the media picks up on this, someone will come asking for an interview."

"Then I..."

Zhang Qian looked at Zhao Fusheng, confused.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Don't hide anything; just tell the truth."

Tell the truth?

Zhang Qian looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. He really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to tell him to speak the truth.

"Yeah, except for the fact that I spread the news, say whatever you want. Tell the whole story from beginning to end, including how we were asked to settle. As for that girl, well, don't be polite. She's already labeled you a brawling thug; why bother saving face for her?"

Zhao Fusheng knew Zhang Qian's character; if he didn't give him a few words of advice, the guy might still play the good Samaritan.

In fact, the moment he learned the victim had changed her statement, Zhao Fusheng had already lost all sympathy for her.

He had saved her, yet she changed her statement. Whatever her reasons, she didn't deserve pity.

...

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How powerful is the internet?

Since 1999, the internet gradually entered millions of households. By 2008, the penetration rate of home computers in China was increasing.

In the past, parents thought playing on the computer was bad for their children's studies.

Now, people gradually realized that computers themselves aren't good or bad; if a child's studies are affected, it's the child's own problem.

Through the internet, the spread and exchange of information became faster.

And the internet became a hub for information.

On this day, major Chinese portals and forums suddenly broke a big news story.

"Son of famous singer Li Qingshan suspected of gang-raping a woman!"

"Consensual group sex?"

"Good Samaritan framed instead—how should power be restrained?"

Suddenly, the entire internet was flooded with such news.

Bang!

A newspaper slammed onto the coffee table.

Li Qingshan looked angrily at his wife: "What's this? What happened?"

When Li Tiantian got into trouble, he was away at a meeting and knew nothing about it; it was all handled by Ge Meng. Now, just returning to the capital, he saw this news. Thinking of his lifelong reputation ruined in an instant, Li Qingshan felt like he was going mad!

"I, I don't know either. At the time, I just..."

Ge Meng was also dumbfounded. She had never encountered such a situation. Although she knew her son was unruly, a mother's bond was strong. After her son's incident, her first reaction was to cover for him, so she pulled strings to settle the matter, even paying the victim 200,000 yuan in hush money.

But she never expected the matter to be exposed in the end.

"You!"

After hearing Ge Meng's story, Li Qingshan trembled with rage: "Bastard! Bastard!"

He had a son late in life and had always spoiled Li Tiantian, but he never imagined the bastard would do something like this.

And his wife actually tried to cover for him, even bribing others.

"Where is he? Call him back immediately!"

Li Qingshan said angrily to Ge Meng.

"He went to hang out with some friends. The kid was really scared..."

Ge Meng was still trying to speak well of her son, not knowing that at that very moment, Li Tiantian was doing something no one expected.

Ring ring ring!

The phone at the Li residence rang.

Ge Meng went over to answer it, but the next moment, her face turned pale.