My Life with Narration

Chapter 667: Chapter 658: Making a Plan

Isn’t that a coincidence? Old Mr. Wen went to pull some strings, meeting old friends for dinner, but in the end, nothing substantial came out of it, just some external trouble for the Fang Family’s business.

But is that what Wen’s mother wanted to see? Clearly not. Considering her family’s status, Wen’s mother doesn’t have much money at hand, but if she really needed to ask for help and offer some money, it wouldn’t be hard at all. Why would she let the head of the family go out to make connections?

The goal was to see if they could get that shrew locked up, even if they had to use some tricks.

Who would have thought that the unexpected happened: the task her husband couldn’t accomplish, little Su easily managed, and it didn’t even seem difficult.

Of course, this doesn’t mean old Wen’s efforts were in vain. Quite the opposite, it’s precisely because there was pressure on the other side that Su Qing could work some possibilities.

Otherwise, even if he found such a loophole, the other side could find ways too—after all, they aren’t ordinary people either, and people with money tend to have some connections.

"Dad, Mom, Xiao Qing, you wouldn’t believe it. I almost gave up thinking that was it, but then little Su came, and astutely pointed out the loopholes in Director Zhao’s solution, right on the spot.

You wouldn’t guess what happened next? In less than half an hour, that woman and her husband not only agreed to reconcile but also wanted to apologize and put the matter behind us.

Ridiculous, how could we endure such a loss? We neither lack money nor are afraid of them, so we ought to teach them a lesson. Little Su said, Jiang Guimei’s threat to harm Xiao Qing’s child constitutes intimidation, which is illegal. Even though according to her, there were no consequences, she still has to pay a price, a few days in detention is inevitable.

After leaving the police station, I had a meal with little Su, then consulted a lawyer, and it was just as little Su said. Let it go, sis, we’ve arranged the lawyer for you, this time it’s foolproof."

On the living room sofa, everyone sat down as Wen Jingqi vividly recounted his adventure and its results.

When they heard that Jiang Guimei would likely be detained, Wen’s mother was overjoyed. It didn’t matter how many days, even a day would mean going in. Besides, it’s rarely just a day in detention; it usually starts from three days, or seven, even fifteen days.

Even the landlady was somewhat pleased to hear the news, mainly because this matter really disgusted her.

"Not bad, not bad, thanks to little Su. Eldest, find the best lawyer; don’t worry about the expenses. I saw online a lawyer named Zhang San; they say he’s brilliant, even small cases become life sentences with him. See if you can contact him," Wen’s mother commanded with a wave.

Su Qing: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

Oh my... this old lady actually knows about Zhang San at this age? Seems like she doesn’t want to leave a way out for the other party!

Luckily, understanding Wen’s mother’s character, otherwise he might think this old lady, like his mom, had started rebelling.

Wen Jingqi, on the other hand, looked clueless due to his age: "Who’s Zhang San?"

"Yeah, right, even Li Si. But little Su, you handled this beautifully. Tell your mom to make a good meal tonight, have little Su stay for dinner, and invite Xiao Yi too!" said old Mr. Wen with a smile.

Anyway, progress is being made.

"Indeed, indeed, we should. I’ll go cook now. Little Su, what do you like to eat? Auntie will make it for you!" Wen’s mother was in such a good mood that she didn’t bicker with her husband.

"Auntie, there’s no need, really. It was just a simple task, I didn’t help much!"

"No, that’s not right. It’s decided, you’re staying for dinner tonight!"

After Wen’s mother went to the kitchen, the landlady smiled and said, "Dad, my mom mentioned Zhang San is an incredibly talented lawyer, but generally, we can’t get him. No need to bother."

"Really? How could he be unavailable? I can pay more!" Wen Jingqi declared with a bold gesture.

But soon, following Su Qing’s explanation, old Mr. Wen lost interest because, firstly, regardless of Zhang San’s status, no amount of money might secure this case from him; secondly, it was unnecessary as this wasn’t an especially tricky issue—a decently skilled lawyer could handle it.

As long as there’s enough evidence, the police can follow due process right away.

After Wen Nanqing chatted for a while with a few others, she changed clothes to pick up the kids. At 5:30 PM, Shen Yi came back with Dahuang from the company.

Seven people and a dog, suddenly the place was bustling. The little girl had great composure, not scared at all by yesterday’s events; she didn’t even miss school today, and upon returning home, she threw off her backpack and went to play with Dahuang.

Ever since Dahuang heroically saved her that day, she developed an admiration for him, feeling that her family’s big dog could protect her. Telling her classmates about it made them envious.

Wen’s mother and the landlady duo busily cooked in the kitchen, though Shen Yi intended to join in, she wasn’t needed.

Firstly, she was a guest; it wasn’t customary to have guests cook. Secondly, her cooking skills were admittedly average.

In the living room, the Wen family father and son, along with Su Qing and Shen Yi, were chatting casually.

"Little Su mentioned leveraging public opinion to strike the opponent’s restaurant business. I think that’s doable," Wen Jingqi started.

He shared the plan the two had devised, and Shen Yi nodded, "There’s indeed potential here, but..."

She glanced at Su Qing, for if mishandled, this could ensnare him in a public relations tussle.

Though Su Qing’s account was a million-plus follower influencer, it wasn’t a news account, so publishing such content might seem overly intentional.

The main issue was, in the incident itself, only Dahuang appeared, not Su Qing personally, plus his advisory role at the police bureau, both were concerns.

"But what?" Wen Jingqi inquired.

Instead, old Mr. Wen perceived something, "It’s a good strategy, just too targeted, and little Su’s position in the police is somewhat sensitive."

"Not really. I don’t mind, since I don’t rely on that for a living," Su Qing nonchalantly responded.

Just as he finished speaking, Su Qing received a narration cue.

[Though it might seem trivial to you, this development could indeed create some pressure on Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.]

Well, it turned out he had been a bit too carefree; this status indeed posed significant restrictions for him at times.

Fortunately, Shen Yi, with her quick mind, immediately thought of a solution: "Alright, brother Wen, separate the neighborhood footage of yesterday’s incident where the dog bites into individual clips.

We’ll contact online news media and various marketing accounts ourselves for the former, and little Su can post the latter: that avoids much of the hassle."

Hearing this, the three pondered momentarily, eyes lighting up, realizing it was feasible.

The video of Dahuang biting the Poodle was from the neighborhood CCTV, extracted that night by police to be quite clear.

As for last night’s tumult, many folks were indeed gathered as the landlady argued with Jiang Guimei, who openly uttered wild words, with some recording it on their phones, posting it on social media that very night.

After several reposts, some even shared it in the residents’ group chat. As one of the involved parties, the landlady naturally saved a copy showcasing the opponent’s ugly, flamboyant demeanor.

The rich bullying the weak and comparing lives to dog lives embodies stark conflicts that could resonate with audiences.

Secondly, given the Wen family’s influence, uncovering details about the opponent’s restaurant business would be a breeze. Now they had all the necessary details ready for hot search headlines.

"Alright, settled then. No worries, young brother, just continue posting videos as usual; I’ll ensure it’s trending—even if I have to pay for it," Wen Jingqi fiercely pledged, smacking the table with his fist.

Hearing this, Su Qing smiled and nodded, "No problem. Send the footage to me later. I’ll edit it, and then we’ll set the time to take action."

Thus, the plan was set. Old Mr. Wen leisurely observed without speaking unless something seemed inadequate, whereupon he would offer some guidance.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Wen’s mother and the landlady soon completed a large feast inviting everyone.

This minor issue wasn’t a major problem for them, more about endurance from the other side.

Moreover, for Su Qing, it was quite simple; regarding the aftermath, neither he nor Shen Yi inquired.

In brief, they would only offer suggestions; when execution came, the Wen family’s resources meant it wasn’t others’ concern.

Neither financially in the spotlight nor leveraging connections covertly, the Wen father and son far outmatched Su Qing and Shen Yi.

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