74: Chapter 74 Police Intervention

Seeing Qin Yi's calm demeanor, President Xu calculated inwardly, his eyes flickering as he spoke cautiously: "Mr. Qin, what do you think of fifty million? If you are willing to deposit fifty million in a fixed-term account at our bank, we can provide you with the most generous interest rates and some exclusive financial management services."

"Only fifty million?" Qin Yi thought President Xu would demand a king's ransom, considering he had nearly ten billion in his bank card. Thus, Qin Yi smiled and continued, "How about we round it up? I'll deposit one hundred million in a fixed-term account with you, President Xu!"

"One... one hundred million?" President Xu's eyes widened instantly upon hearing this. One must know that deposits exceeding 200,000 yuan are considered large-sum deposits, let alone a one-time deposit of one hundred million.

President Xu quickly adjusted his expression, organized his words, and thanked him: "Mr. Qin, you truly are my benefactor! I knew it; my eyelid has been twitching since I woke up today, and it turns out it was because I was meant to meet you... This one hundred million deposit has allowed our branch to complete its savings quota ahead of schedule... Tell you what, in a moment, I'll apply for a Huaxia Merchants Bank centurion black card for you, and I'll upgrade your previous debit card to a gold card!"

"Oh? A centurion black card? Is that the legendary black card with no spending limit?" Qin Yi asked curiously, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Seeing Qin Yi's interest in the black card, President Xu struck while the iron was hot and introduced it: "Yes, Mr. Qin. Our Huaxia Merchants Bank centurion black card is issued in cooperation with Citibank. It is a credit card with no limit, specifically for high-net-worth individuals with substantial assets and strength like yourself. Owning a black card doesn't just mean no spending limit; it also grants the most distinguished privileges in entertainment, travel, education, emergencies, and more."

Qin Yi nodded and asked curiously, "Are there many people in the country who hold a black card?"

President Xu smiled and shook his head, explaining: "Not many. In all of Huaxia, there are no more than a few hundred. After all, this black card does not accept personal applications; the bank actively invites clients to apply. Furthermore, the black card has a significant annual fee; even if you don't spend anything, the card fee is nearly twenty thousand yuan a year. However, customers holding our centurion black card occasionally have cocktail parties. Those who attend are all prominent figures in the business world, and perhaps they can have some business dealings with each other—it's a sort of entry ticket to expand one's social circle..."

"I see. Then I'll thank President Xu in advance." Qin Yi nodded slightly and then added, "However, forget about the gold card upgrade. I'm used to my old card, and changing the card number is quite a hassle."

Hearing this, President Xu immediately promised: "Rest assured, Mr. Qin, the gold card we upgrade for you will naturally have the same card number as the original. However, re-making the card might take a few days. If it's convenient, Mr. Qin, you can leave an address, and I will personally deliver the card to you once it's ready."

"If that's the case, then thank you for your kindness, President Xu." Qin Yi cupped his fists toward him to show his gratitude.

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Afterward, the two exchanged contact information and added each other as WeChat friends.

Qin Yi sent his address in Magic City to President Xu and added, "I might return to Magic City in a couple of days. If it's inconvenient for you, President Xu, you can just mail it over; there's no need to make a trip all that way."

"It's no trouble. It just so happens that I need to go to Magic City in a couple of days anyway," President Xu said politely.

While the two were talking, the lobby manager Han Le knocked on the door of the VIP room once again.

"Come in!" President Xu responded.

Subsequently, Han Le pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at Qin Yi and President Xu, he said respectfully, "Mr. Qin, President Xu, the twenty million in cash has been transferred. How would you like to take it away?"

Hearing this, Qin Yi immediately stood up and said, "That was quite fast. Since it's arrived, just put it in my car."

"Uh," Han Le swallowed and hesitantly suggested, "Mr. Qin, how about we have our people deliver it to you? Twenty million weighs about four or five hundred pounds; it won't be easy to fit in your car. Besides, such a huge sum of money isn't safe."

"Fair enough. Actually, I have some other business to attend to anyway." Qin Yi thought about it and felt that what he said made sense. Plus, he still needed to go buy grain, oil, rice, and flour, so he looked at President Xu and continued, "President Xu, do you know where I can get things like grain, oil, rice, and flour? I'm thinking of providing some welfare for the villagers."

Hearing this, President Xu immediately beamed with joy and laughed: "Mr. Qin, you've asked the right person. I happen to have connections in that area. How much do you want to buy? I can arrange it with just a phone call."

"Is that so? That's quite a coincidence." Qin Yi smiled and continued to ponder, "For five hundred households, let's go with a thousand portions each of grain, oil, rice, and flour! President Xu, is that a problem?"

"Don't worry, leave it to me. It's absolutely no problem; it's just a matter of a single phone call."

Having said that, President Xu dialed a number right in front of Qin Yi. After some brief pleasantries, he told the person about ordering a thousand portions of grain, oil, rice, and flour.

A short while later, President Xu put down the phone, gave Qin Yi an 'OK' gesture, and continued, "Mr. Qin, it's all settled. It can be gathered before eleven o'clock. A thousand portions of grain, oil, rice, and flour comes to a total of 660,000 yuan. Since I'm an acquaintance of his, you can just pay 600,000 yuan."

"Haha, good. President Xu, give me your bank card number, and I'll transfer it to you right now."

"No rush, Mr. Qin. There's still an hour left. Why don't you sit for a while? I'll have Little Han Han Le the deposit business first. Once the grain, oil, rice, and flour are ready, we can depart from the bank together?" President Xu checked the time and suggested with a smile.

Qin Yi nodded and replied, "Alright, please go ahead, President Xu."

The lobby manager Han Le was completely bewildered. What deposit business? Weren't they supposed to withdraw money? How did it become a deposit again?

However, before he could ask, President Xu had already pushed him out of the VIP room.

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After the two left, Qin Yi picked up his phone again. His gaze lingered on several unread messages and missed calls, and his brow furrowed slightly without him realizing it.

"The conflict with Chen Hu this morning actually made it onto the trending searches?" he muttered to himself. He tapped his finger and opened the Douyin short video links sent by his dorm leader Wang Tengfei and the third-oldest, Xin Mingyuan.

Looking at his own figure in the video, Qin Yi knew in his heart that those little rascals must have secretly recorded it from the rooftop.

He copied the link and opened the Douyin App. The video instantly appeared before his eyes. Five million views, tens of thousands of shares, and hundreds of thousands of comments made Qin Yi click his tongue inwardly, thinking: "Am I going to become an internet celebrity?" Thinking this, a bitter smile couldn't help but tug at the corner of Qin Yi's mouth.

Meanwhile, in the small square in front of the Qinjiawan Village committee office, two or three hundred villagers had already gathered. They were either standing or sitting, talking amongst themselves and appearing somewhat impatient.

"Old Qin, Xiao Yi told us all to wait here, but how long is this going to take? Why don't you give him a call and ask?" a middle-aged man standing next to Qin Jianye complained, rubbing the hem of his clothes uneasily with his hands.

"Yeah, Old Qin, give Xiao Yi a call. It's no use for us to just keep waiting like this; there's still work to do in the fields," an elderly man chimed in, his brow furrowed in anxiety.

Qin Jianye smiled apologetically, took his phone out of his pocket, and replied, "Alright, alright, everyone don't worry. I'll make a call and ask right now."

Just as he was about to dial, a sudden, urgent siren pierced the air, and a police car with a Jingnan license plate came roaring in with its lights flashing.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it. The police car came to a steady stop, and four officers in uniform got out. The village Party Secretary pushed through the crowd to meet them.

"Hello, comrades. I am the village Party Secretary. What brings you here?" The Secretary looked at the four officers with a smile and asked curiously.

The leading officer saluted the Secretary, showed his ID, and then said, "Hello, we are from the Lanhong Town Police Station. We received a report that a fight occurred in your Qinjiawan Village this morning, and we've come to look into the situation."

The Secretary naturally knew what the fight the police mentioned referred to, but he had to pretend to be unaware. Who knew what the police were going to do to Qin Yi? Qin Yi was such a good kid, and he was even going to give welfare to the villagers. If he were taken away by the police, wouldn't the money Qin Yi promised go up in smoke?

"A fight? Who? When did this happen? How come I didn't know?" The Secretary looked around with a bewildered expression and then shouted at the crowd: "Who called the police? Step forward!"

The surrounding villagers scattered one after another. The leading officer explained with a smile: "Secretary, you've misunderstood. It wasn't someone from the village who called the police; someone posted a video of the fight this morning online, and netizens reported it to us."

"Comrade, it must be a rumor! Our Qinjiawan has always been law-abiding; how could there be a fight?" the Secretary continued to argue, spreading his hands and looking innocent.

Seeing the Secretary's act, the leading officer's brow furrowed slightly. He glanced at the crowd, cleared his throat, and continued, "Folks, we're just here to understand the situation; there's no other intention. May I ask, which one of you is Mr. Qin Jianye? Please come over for a moment."

Everyone's gaze shifted collectively toward Qin Jianye. He smiled awkwardly, raised his hand, and replied, "Officer, it's me. My name is Qin Jianye."

Subsequently, Qin Jianye parted the crowd and walked up to the police. The officer first shook hands with him, then took out his phone, opened that video, looked at Qin Jianye, and asked, "Mr. Qin, is this video filmed at your house?"

Qin Jianye glanced at the video, nodded, and replied, "Yes, that's right. It's my house."

"Then what exactly is the situation here? Can you tell us in detail? This video is currently too popular online. If we, the police, don't provide an explanation, I'm afraid it will have a very bad negative impact on the security environment of Jingnan City," the officer said seriously.

Hearing this, Qin Jianye's brow furrowed slightly. After a moment of thought, he said, "Well, alright. How about we go back to my house to talk?"

"That's great. Mr. Qin is truly reasonable," the officer praised.

But at this moment, the previous Party Secretary blocked Qin Jianye's path, grabbed his arm, and gave him a look, reminding him, "Old Qin, how about we wait for Xiao Yi to come back before you take the officers over?"

"Secretary, don't worry. Didn't the officers say they're just here to understand the situation? Besides, we are the victims; why would a victim be afraid of the police..." Having said that, Qin Jianye cupped his fists toward the villagers and said loudly, "Folks, I'm taking the officers to explain the situation. Everyone please wait a bit longer; Xiao Yi should be back very soon."

After speaking, Qin Jianye led the way, guiding the four officers toward his small courtyard.

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As the group of police walked away, an old man in the crowd suddenly grabbed a broom leaning against the wall and shouted angrily, "It must have been that little brat of mine who posted it on Douyin! I told him so many times not to post it, but he just wouldn't listen! See if I don't beat him to death this time!" As he spoke, he waved the broom, as if that disobedient grandson were right in front of him.

"Hey, Old Zhang, take it easy. That's your own grandson..." The onlookers laughed and jeered, clearing a path for Old Zhang, their eyes revealing a hint of mockery and sympathy.

At this time, Qin Jianye led the four officers into the small courtyard.

Wu Xiuhua, who was tidying up in the main house, heard the commotion. Her brow furrowed slightly as she put down her work, walked quickly to the door, and asked nervously, "Husband, what's going on? What happened?" She looked at the incoming police, her hands unconsciously wringing together, revealing her inner anxiety.

"It's nothing, Ma'am. You go on with your work; we're just here to ask about some things," the leading officer explained with a smile, his gaze gentle, trying to ease Wu Xiuhua's tension.

Qin Jianye also nodded to Wu Xiuhua at the right time, indicating that it was nothing major and telling her to be at ease.

Only then did Wu Xiuhua feel slightly relieved. She quickly brought out four stools and invited them into the main house: "Please sit. What would you like to drink? I'll go pour some for you." As she spoke, she turned and walked toward the kitchen, her steps somewhat hurried.

"Don't go to any trouble; we'll leave after we understand the situation." After the leading officer finished speaking, he sat down on a chair, looked at Qin Jianye, and his tone became slightly more serious as he continued to inquire, "Mr. Qin, you recognize all those people in the video, right?"

Qin Jianye nodded but then shook his head in response: "I recognize the leader; his name is Chen Hu, the boss of the Jingnan Underground Bank. As for those subordinates he brought, I don't know them. The one being ganged up on is my son, Qin Yi."

As Qin Jianye spoke, another officer on the side took serious notes in a small notebook, while the other two officers compared the video on their phones and kept taking photos around the courtyard. Occasionally, they would crouch down to examine the bloodstains left by Chen Hu that morning...

"Then why did this Chen Hu bring people to your house? Did you have a conflict with him?" the leading officer continued to ask, his tone revealing a sense of inquiry and doubt.

Qin Jianye gave an awkward smile and then nodded in response: "Yes, I previously owed him some money from my business. My son came back last night, and I was planning to call him today to talk about repaying the money. I didn't expect that before I could even make the call, he had already broken in with that group of people..."

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Qin Jianye didn't embellish anything. He told the officer everything about the sequence of events, start to finish.

At the same time, at the Jingnan City People's Hospital, another police car drove in with its siren wailing and lights flashing. Once the car came to a steady stop, four officers walked hurriedly into the emergency building.