Chapter 0668: The Court Hearing

As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, you'll eventually wet your shoes. Zhao Fusheng felt that he was the most vivid illustration of the phrase 'lifting a rock only to drop it on one's own feet.'

Originally, he had casually said something to brush off his mother, but she took it seriously and immediately put a tight noose around his neck.

He could even be sure that after he left in a few days, his mother would definitely tell Li Yuan about this, and then the two mothers would transform into terrifying monsters urging marriage and childbirth, relentlessly tormenting him and Fan Baobao.

He himself might be fine, but as for Fan Baobao...

Well, Zhao Fusheng thought he should buy some insurance.

Buying insurance was a matter for later; the first thing to solve now was Wang Zhen's problem.

Early the next morning, when Zhao Fusheng returned to the dormitory, Tan Kaixuan told him about his schedule from the previous day.

"Old Wang's parents have basically agreed to our proposal," Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng.

"No other demands?" Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise.

To be honest, he was quite impressed by Wang Zhen's extraordinary parents—being biased to such an extent was truly speechless.

But regardless, they were Wang Zhen's parents. Every family has its own troubles, and this matter could only be left for Wang Zhen to handle himself once he got out.

"No demands, really. Anyway, their meaning is that once the verdict is out, they'll go back, and they're leaving things to us here," Tan Kaixuan said irritably.

As for Wang Zhen's parents, he was truly dissatisfied with them.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "It's fine. We weren't planning to trouble them anyway."

After thinking for a moment, he continued: "What did Old Wang say?"

"What could he say? Not a word." Tan Kaixuan shook his head.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. It seemed Wang Zhen had figured things out. That was good—it saved him the trouble of having to convince him.

"Then let's proceed as planned." Zhao Fusheng said after a brief pause to Tan Kaixuan.

"Alright, I'll arrange it right away." Tan Kaixuan nodded, then after a thought, said to Zhao Fusheng: "What about Deputy Director Guan..."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Don't worry about him. I'll handle his matter."

Guan Haishan sought neither fame nor fortune; even if he tried to give him gifts, the man wouldn't accept them.

"Alright then, I'll head to the company first." Tan Kaixuan didn't waste words and hurriedly left the dormitory.

He was the type who could play hard but still kept his priorities straight when it came to serious matters.

Zhao Fusheng, however, wasn't particularly bothered. He hadn't taken this matter too seriously to begin with. Such underhanded dealings, though against the law, were in his eyes far better than letting Wang Zhen end up in prison.

Many people often clamor that the law should prevail over personal connections, but if such a thing ever happened to them, they might not be so quick to say that.

Zhao Fusheng could not stand by and watch Wang Zhen ruin his life for someone who had deceived him.

In life, it often happens like this—when you're in a line, if another line moves faster, you can't help but switch to the other line, and then the line you were originally in moves faster. The longer you stand, the more you suspect you might have chosen the wrong line, but once you switch, you find you've chosen the wrong line again.

For Zhao Fusheng, Wang Zhen might have chosen the wrong side once, but now he knew he was wrong. Since Zhao had the ability to give him a hand, naturally he would.

Helping family over reason—Zhao Fusheng didn't see anything wrong with that.

Those who clamor for impartiality all day are just talking without feeling the pain. If they were truly in power, they'd surely be like "when one person attains the Way, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

The trial soon began, but this time Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan were in a completely different mood. The two sat there, not paying attention to what the prosecutor was saying. In domestic cases, when it involves a criminal matter, the procuratorate is the prosecuting party. In other words, the so-called trial was just a formality.

The real game was outside the courtroom.

To put it bluntly, by the time of the trial, all the necessary connections had already been made. Both the court and the procuratorate knew how long this person should be sentenced.

Only those who knew nothing waited foolishly for the verdict.

Soon, when the trial ended, Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan stood up. Wang Zhen also turned back to look at them.

Showing a smile to Wang Zhen, Zhao Fusheng nodded gently. He believed Wang Zhen would understand his meaning.

Sure enough, Wang Zhen nodded back in response. It seemed Tan Kaixuan had already communicated with him, or perhaps he had figured things out.

Walking out of the courthouse, Tan Kaixuan nudged Zhao Fusheng's shoulder: "Tell me, are we breaking the law by doing this?"

"Law?" Zhao Fusheng sneered. "Did you hear what the prosecutor said? They didn't care at all why Wang Zhen killed someone. Marina's matter was glossed over, hah..."

Tan Kaixuan fell silent. Although Wang Zhen's actions were indeed wrong, was Marina's behavior commendable?

"Forget it, don't overthink it. There are plenty of things you won't understand in the future." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and sighed.

He spoke from the heart. In a few years, the world would become increasingly incomprehensible.

Helping up a fallen elderly person costs money; inheriting property left by parents requires paying taxes, and you have to prove you are who you are. People say the world has decayed and hearts are no longer as they were. At the root of it, it's because the laws made by those in power are accustomed to forgiving certain wrongdoers, emboldening them further.

"I'm going back to Beijing in a few days. Keep an eye on things here." Zhao Fusheng said as he got into the car.

Tan Kaixuan nodded, then smiled: "Looks like your internship is pretty comfortable."

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng ignored him, then after a moment said, "Buy a car."

"Huh?"

Tan Kaixuan was taken aback, then heard Zhao Fusheng continue: "Consider it the company's face. Choose a car around a hundred thousand yuan, convenient for getting around."

"A hundred thousand, huh." Tan Kaixuan thought for a moment, then laughed: "Alright, we'll make do with it for now. When we have money, I'll buy a Rolls-Royce to play with."

"That thing is useless. Better to get a BMW." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand.

He was telling the truth. Many wealthy people like to drive British cars, like Bentley or Rolls-Royce, but Zhao Fusheng couldn't stand the pretentiousness of luxury cars like Rolls-Royce. They inflate their status, and it's not enough to just have money; you have to pass a background check, arbitrarily classifying customers into grades. Buying a car requires waiting at least half a year, sometimes even several years.

Maybe some people like to use this to show off, willing to wait years to buy one to display their status, but in Zhao Fusheng's view, this is simply stupid behavior.

The customer is God. If a company treats customers as playthings, then the day it goes out of business is not far off.