Chapter 79: The Magic of Money

  Liu Fei patted his pocket and let out a sigh of relief. The police had only taken away his phone during the body search, leaving his money and bank cards untouched. He always carried a bank card with him, which was issued by his company when he founded the antivirus software firm. He had never used it before and didn't know how much money was in it. However, he didn't have much cash on him today, so he handed over the bank card with a wry smile, saying: "Brother, this is my bank card. The password is 668. Swipe it and see if there's enough money. If not, I still have 500 yuan in cash here."

  The police officer with a pockmarked face nodded, took the bank card, turned around and walked away. After two steps, he suddenly turned his head back and said coldly: "Remember, I'm not your brother, you should call me Officer, don't do it again." After that, he swaggered off, humming the theme song of "Lao Er's Happiness".

  10 minutes later, the police officer with a hemp face walked quickly over, followed by several other police officers. Some of them were carrying quilts and mattresses, while others were lifting a Simmons soft bed. Before they even reached the prison gate, a flattering smile appeared on his face as he shouted through the gate: "Liu brother, I've prepared everything for you, please check it out. This is your bank card, I didn't take any extra."

  Looking at this guy suddenly becoming like a well-behaved grandson, Liu Fei was a bit puzzled, thinking that you were just saying not to let me call you brother, how did you become the one who actively calls me brother in the blink of an eye? Moreover, looking at this little brat's face full of acne from afar, he started smiling, and that smile seemed so fake. And those eyes, staring at himself with a shining light.

  Liu Fei cautiously opened his eyes and looked outside. Something was amiss, there must be a ghost! What did this pockmarked policeman want to do?

  The police officer with a pockmarked face saw Liu Fei looking at him, and hastily opened the door to let people move things in. He helped Liu Fei get everything settled, while he himself handed over Liu Fei's bank card with both hands, smiling obsequiously: "Mr. Liu, here is your bank card, I haven't taken a single cent more than I should. You can rest assured on this point."

  Liu Fei still couldn't understand what was wrong with this police officer, and he asked in a careless tone: "How's that, is the money inside enough to pay the bill, Officer?"

  The police officer with a pockmarked face nodded repeatedly and said, "Enough, enough, the money in your card is enough to pay 10,000 times. Mr. Liu, you don't have to call me Officer, just call me Ma Wu."

  When speaking, Ma Wai's mind involuntarily recalled the scene when he swiped the card - 80 million! At that time, Ma Wai thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, so he rubbed them hard and looked carefully three times. Finally, he confirmed the seven zeros after the 8. Of course, Ma Wai's head buzzed, and he was a bit stunned. He had been in the detention center for over a decade and was considered an old police officer. Unfortunately, there was no one above him, and he was quite principled in his work. Although he would also make some small money through the detainees, he always executed at mid-price and never took advantage of others. When swiping cards, he never did anything shady like others did. He had swiped many prisoners' bank cards, but the most he ever got was 200,000 yuan, which was from a businessman who had offended someone and was put in jail. But this time, this seemingly weak young man casually took out a card with 80 million yuan on it. God, what kind of identity did he have? Could he be the son of some super-rich tycoon? Such people were not to be trifled with. Otherwise, once they got out, they could easily take revenge and make him suffer.

  Ma Wudang was momentarily hot-headed and thought to himself, "This guy is now in my hands, if I help him out, who knows, he might be grateful for my kindness when he gets out, maybe even give me some money. People like them are easy to take advantage of."

  Thinking and thinking, Ma Wu couldn't help but smile foolishly.

  He didn't notice at all, Liu Fei opposite him was staring blankly at him.

  Liu Fei was also puzzled, thinking to himself that since this foolish-looking policeman handed over the bank card, he had been in a daze, and on top of that, he even started smiling stupidly. He coughed and patted the foolish-looking policeman's shoulder, saying: "Ma Wu, what are you thinking about? You're so absorbed!"

  Ma Wu woke up with a start from his daydream, blinked and forced a smile: "Nothing, nothing." To avoid embarrassment, he quickly turned around and loudly said to the several police officers: "You guys hurry up, let Director Liu get some rest early."

  Those police officers quickly sprang into action after hearing that, and Ma Wu personally took out a spare light bulb from his pocket to replace the one for Liu Fei. Suddenly, the room was brightened up, no longer as dim as it had been before.

  After changing, the police officer with a hemp face leaned in front of Liu Fei and said: "Director Liu, this light bulb is free."

  Liu Fei still doesn't know why the pockmarked policeman suddenly changed his attitude, but he thought that since this guy was acting like a big boss, he might as well play along. After all, he was currently in a precarious situation and his body was extremely weak. If there was one more person taking care of him here, it would be much more comfortable. Having multiple friends means having multiple paths to take. So he pretended to hesitate for a moment before slapping the only 500 yuan cash he had into the pockmarked policeman's hand, laughing and saying: "Pockmark Five, I think you're all right, take this money and buy a pack of cigarettes to smoke."

  Ma Wu quickly took it over and casually put it in his pocket, grasping Liu Fei's hand and saying: "Since President Liu is so polite, I won't be impolite, President Liu, if you have any needs in the future, just say so, brother will give you a 10% discount!"

  Five minutes later, several policemen helped Liu Fei put on a new bed, spread the bedding and pillows, took away the old bed, and Ma Wu also bid farewell and left.

  Liu Fei lay on the brand new quilt, his heart filled with emotions. He wasn't stupid, from Ma Wu's behavior before and after, he estimated that there should be a lot of money in his card, but what really moved him was Ma Wu's sudden change in attitude from arrogance to humility.

  Money, that's the magic of money. Money can make a high-ranking police officer instantly become a humble grandson.

  What is money? Is it an angel, a friend, a treasure, or a glory? Or is it a devil, an enemy, a waste, and a sin? Who can tell!

  But Liu Fei clearly felt that money can make ghosts grind mills!

  No money is absolutely out of the question!

  Liu Fei couldn't help but think of his ex-girlfriend Zhao Xueyan again. He clearly remembered that when Zhao Xueyan broke up with him, she had said one sentence: "You're too poor!"

  Now, the echoes in his heart still have some sourness, but it's not that severe anymore. Poor? Am I poor? Who knows! Money, money, money, why do you all love money so much?! Alright, alright, don't you all want to make money?! If I can get out of here, I'll definitely make a lot of money, and I want to see what kind of magic this money has. Liu Fei's fist clenched tightly, secretly making up his mind.

  The next morning, an unexpected visitor came to the office of Ai Zhengren, the third shift leader.

  Looking at the young man in front of him, who was dressed elegantly and resembled Chow Yun-fat, Ai Zong couldn't help but show respect, because he knew that this young man was none other than the son of Mayor Chen, one of the top ten outstanding youths in Nanping City, and the deputy general manager of Nanping Construction Group.

  With a gentle smile, Ai So-long asked: "Director Chen, you're so busy, how did you have time to come to my humble abode?"

  Chen Hankang lazily leaned back on the sofa, smiling shallowly at Ai Suo Chang. Until Ai Suo Chang felt a bit hairy from being stared at, Chen's expression suddenly changed, and his whole body emitted a sinister aura. He said coldly: "Ai Suo Chang, I've come to ask for something."

  Ai's heart skipped a beat, thinking that you must be up to no good if you're visiting the Three Treasures Hall. But since your dad is the mayor, you can't even get an appointment with me, so he forced out a smile and said: "Director Chen, you're being too polite, I'm not worthy of it. Is there anything in Nanping City that Director Chen can't handle? I'm just a small section chief, my rank isn't even as high as yours."

  What he said is not bad, Chen Hankang is not only the deputy general manager of Nanping Municipal Construction Group, but also a deputy director of the municipal government, which is at least a deputy department level.

  Chen Hankang shook his head slightly and said, "Ai Zong, I won't beat around the bush with you either. There's a person I want to deal with, named Liu Fei, who is currently being held in your third detention center. As long as I can take care of him, you can name any price."