"Just now, Mr. Huang here said that if I couldn't pay him 70,000 yuan, he'd smash that Honda Fit. He thinks smashing the car could settle the debt. In that case, great! You take your men and smash that Macan instead. Don't touch the inside, just the exterior. I'll compensate him later!" Zhang Jingshan said.

"Ah?"

The man's eyes widened. "S-smash it for real? What about a harmonious society?"

Zhang Jingshan didn't respond.

He just shot him a look.

The next second.

The man dared not hesitate any longer.

With a wave of his hand, over a dozen low-level thugs who had originally come for Mr. Huang surrounded the Macan and began to vandalize it.

In just a few minutes, the Macan-which initially only had minor dents on the bumper and trunk-was left with not a single intact spot on its exterior.

"Enough!"

At Zhang Jingshan's command, the group of thugs stopped.

Zhang Jingshan placed a bag of cash on the hood of the Honda Fit and unzipped it.

He turned to the Porsche Macan owner, who had been silent the entire time, and said, "Mr. Huang, right? Here's one million yuan. Figure out how much the damage costs and take what you need. If that's not enough, take the whole bag and leave the car. Treat it as me buying it. If that doesn't work, I have over a dozen brand-new Macans fresh off the docks. No license plates yet. Pick one to take home!"

"N-no, Young Master Zhang, this is all my fault. I can't take this money or the car! Please be the bigger person and don't hold this against me!" The Porsche Macan owner hastily begged.

"Take it or not?" Zhang Jingshan said in a deep voice.

"Young Master Zhang, I really can't! I was wrong. I shouldn't have bullied that lady or been so aggressive. Please...just let me go, okay? Pretend I'm just a fart in the wind," Mr. Huang stammered with a trembling voice.

"Fine. Then get lost!"

Zhang Jingshan couldn't be bothered to say more. He zipped up the bag of cash and tossed it back to Zhao Jiwei.

"Thank you for your mercy, Young Master Zhang!"

Mr. Huang dared not utter another word.

Dragging his wife, he stumbled back to the heavily damaged Porsche Macan, whose windows were almost entirely shattered, and sped off in a panic.

The group of thugs also scattered like birds at Zhang Jingshan's wave.

"Old classmate, don't you think this was a bit too much? If you really want to handle him, you could do it privately. Pulling a stunt like this-have you considered the consequences if it gets exposed? Don't forget, you represent the old Secretary to some extent. If someone with an agenda stirs up public opinion, won't this cause trouble for the old Secretary?"

After the crowd dispersed, Zhao Jiwei pulled Zhang Jingshan into a Porsche 911 and opened with a heavy tone.

"You're overthinking it. Even if it gets exposed, it won't cause me any trouble. It might even bring applause!" Zhang Jingshan grinned. "If people find out that I stood up for a Honda Fit owner and punished a bully who thought driving a Porsche made him untouchable, do you really think there'd be any trouble? If anything, it could work out for the better. People would say the old Secretary has a righteous and justice-loving grandson!"

"Get lost with that nonsense! Don't joke around with me. Even though the old Secretary has retired, who knows how many people are waiting to tarnish his name? You're giving them ammo to twist this into something bigger and drag the old Secretary into it. Don't you get that?" Zhao Jiwei pressed.

Zhang Jingshan fell silent.

Then, as if dismissing the seriousness, he chuckled and shook his head. "I know exactly what I'm doing!"

"Then why-?" Zhao Jiwei frowned.

"Brother Ye said I should teach him a lesson," Zhang Jingshan replied.

This time, it was Zhao Jiwei's turn to go silent.

When the matter escalated to Ye Chen's level, Zhao Jiwei was at a loss for words.

"Besides, even if the old man finds out, he won't blame me! And if it does get exposed, I can handle it. Trust me, I've been navigating the online world for years. If I can't resolve something like this, then I've wasted my time!" Zhang Jingshan patted Zhao Jiwei's shoulder before stepping out of the Porsche 911.

As he was leaving, he suddenly paused and tossed his Panamera's keys to Zhao Jiwei.

"My car's still parked across the street. Deal with it for me. I'm taking this Honda Fit home for now!" Zhang Jingshan said with a smile.

With that, he headed toward the Honda Fit.

Considering it was getting late, he decided against driving it to a dealership and instead returned to Shanshuijian.

At Shanshuijian, in apartment 2102 of building 6.

In the kitchen.

"Ye Chen, will this cause any trouble for Zhang Jingshan?" Chen Yinuo, helping Ye Chen in the kitchen, couldn't help but express her concern.

In the living room, Ye Youyou seemed to have forgotten about the incident entirely and was engrossed in watching TV.

"Don't worry. What trouble could there be?" Ye Chen smiled wryly.

He sighed and continued, "Back then, I couldn't do anything. I had to endure being bullied. But now that things have changed, why should I put up with that humiliation anymore? If that Porsche driver had spoken nicely, I would've given him 100,000 yuan on the spot, let alone 70,000. It would've saved everyone the trouble of involving the police and insurance. But instead, he scared Youyou to tears and kept swearing and acting aggressive. If I chose to let that slide, it wouldn't just be unfair to you two-it'd be unfair to myself."

"But-"

Before Chen Yinuo could finish, Ye Chen interrupted her.

"There's no 'but' here. Honestly, I hope Zhang Jingshan gives him a proper lesson. Bullies like that need to be put in their place, or they'll just keep tormenting others. You might not get it, but the more arrogant someone is, the longer they'll behave after being taught a hard lesson."

"Alright..." Chen Yinuo said with a bitter smile, seemingly deep in thought.

"Are you still willing to drive tomorrow?" Ye Chen changed the topic.

"Let's wait a few days. The car still needs repairs," Chen Yinuo replied.

"Okay. In the meantime, I'll keep being your and Youyou's driver!"

As they laughed and chatted, Ye Chen finished preparing a simple meal of four dishes and a soup, which he served on the table.

After dinner, as Ye Chen was about to call Zhang Jingshan, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Zhang Jingshan.

"Brother Ye, where are you?"

"At Shanshuijian," Ye Chen replied.

"Brother Ye, I've brought your wife's Honda Fit back. It's in the garage of building 6. Should I bring you the keys, or do you want to come to me? I'm in 1901, building 5, Shanshuijian!"

"I'll come to you," Ye Chen said after a moment of thought.

"Great! I've got a few bottles of red wine. Let's have a drink."

"Alright."

As Ye Chen hung up the call, Chen Yinuo approached him, her face pale as she held her phone.

"Ye Chen, look!"