Although they hadn’t seen the young girl lift a hand, Steward Wu indeed fainted in front of her. This matter, they needed to thoroughly investigate once they got back!
"Steward Wu reported the matter, and it’s our duty to bring the people involved to the Public Security Office for a proper interrogation, as part of our correct work process! If you have any complaints, you can also come to the Public Security Office and talk it out with us!" Old Wang spoke with a forceful tone.
They didn’t know this Zheng Yucheng.
But he did look like an intellectual, and those were the trickiest to deal with: always spouting high-minded principles or sour logic, which they found exceedingly tiresome to listen to.
So Old Wang had learned to always stiffen his face and talk to anyone who looked like a lettered intellectual with an extremely serious tone.
Only by doing so could he intimidate these people.
That was the wisdom gained from Old Wang’s experience.
"They’re at the Public Security Office now? Which one?" Zheng Yucheng asked, anxious as if on fire, eager to see how Chiang Xiao and the rest were doing.
If it was because of the Lingzhi that such a big trouble had arisen, he couldn’t dissociate his family from the matter.
The Chiang Family had kindly and generously given the Lingzhi, and now they were entangled in a lawsuit because of it?
"What? You really want to come back to the station with us to talk? Alright then, let’s go!" Old Wang said and gave Zheng Yucheng a shove, a move he had grown accustomed to in his experience of apprehending people.
Zheng Yucheng had always been a respectable figure, respected by others; at least he was a calligrapher, half a painter, and a chairperson of the association. That shove made his face instantly heat up in humiliation.
The thought that Chiang Songhai and Chiang Xiao might have been treated the same way plunged his heart into an even deeper abyss.
Inside the Public Security Office.
Chiang Xiao looked at a Public Security Officer and called out, not knowing for what umpteenth time, "Uncle, my grandparents are old and haven’t had water for almost half a day. Could you please pour them a couple of glasses of water?"
Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao took turns sitting on a single stool.
Initially, they weren’t provided with a stool to sit on and had to stand for a full two hours. Chiang Xiao went ahead and brought one over by herself; but when she tried to find another chair, they wouldn’t allow it.
So, Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao had to take turns sitting down.
As for Chiang Xiao, she had no seat and had been standing for a full three hours since they arrived.
Of course, they had not been offered a single glass of water to drink either.
"You think this place is a guesthouse? To offer you water?" The officer picked up an enamel cup and said to her, "See? We bring our own cups, we don’t have spare cups to host you."
After speaking, he murmured quietly, "Who knows if you people from the backwoods carry some contagious diseases or something; who’d give you a cup for water?"
Chiang Xiao clenched her fists. Ge Liutao hurriedly grabbed her hand tightly.
She feared Chiang Xiao would really get into a conflict with someone there.
They were right, after all. This place wasn’t the countryside, not Siyang Village. If a conflict arose, even the village head might not be able to break up a fight here, and people couldn’t just turn to the Public Security Officer at every little issue.
Therefore, they held a deep reverence for this place.
Besides, they had all lived through the turbulent times and were profoundly afraid of the bureaucratic figures.
Chiang Xiao was here because she had hit Wu Zhiyuan, but what if she caused trouble inside? What if she really got taken to prison, and what about the Juvenile Detention Center, a name that made them shudder just hearing it?
So, no matter what, Ge Liutao dared not let Chiang Xiao throw a punch.