This matter truly has no connection to Young Master Cao.
At least, there's no evidence linking him to it.
Even if Kuang Long, Meng Hu, and Yang Laojiu testified against each other, claiming that Young Master Cao had beaten them and even attacked Old Dog—leading to Boss Jin's involvement in hiring thugs—
still…
They’re all part of the underworld, individuals with no credibility, so their testimonies hold little weight.
Beyond their statements,
there isn’t a single reliable witness to confirm that Young Master Cao had assaulted them.
It’s all just their word against his.
Moreover, Young Master Cao could provide an alibi—surveillance footage showing he never left home after returning.
Once verified, the evidence leaned heavily in his favor.
In legal cases, physical evidence always outweighs witness testimony.
Especially when the witnesses are the accused parties themselves.
So their claims meant nothing without proof.
Even covered in injuries, there was no way to prove Young Master Cao was responsible—maybe they’d just fought among themselves?
As for Boss Jin,
he had never seen Cao Cheng’s face.
His own legal troubles were serious enough—likely resulting in six months of detention or a year of supervised release.
But…
He was in for a massive loss, completely unaware of what awaited him.
He couldn’t fathom that after his detention, just six months later, his overseas companies would likely collapse, leaving him no chance to flee or recover. Bankruptcy was inevitable.
Blame it on the American crisis he happened to stumble into.
Not that it mattered—he was a foreigner anyway. Young Master Cao felt no guilt, and on top of that, he was raking in massive emotional dividends.
As for Kuang Long, Meng Hu, Yang Laojiu, and Old Dog, since they’d taken money for the job, they’d also be locked up for a while.
A bit of a shame, really.
Meant fewer emotional points to harvest.
They’d have to wait until after their release.
……
After everyone left,
Ren's Mother didn’t press for details about Boss Jin.
Old Cao, however, was curious.
But he knew it was best not to discuss it—no good would come of it either way.
Still,
as "old friends," Old Cao and Ren's Mother paid a visit to Boss Jin in detention.
No matter how strained their relationship, they’d known each other for over twenty years.
If Xu Damao could collect Silly Zhu’s corpse,
then Old Cao visiting Boss Jin wasn’t so strange.
What grudge couldn’t be resolved?
"Boss Jin, we came to see you."
"……"
Boss Jin looked haggard, his hair unkempt.
Before, he could at least style his thinning hair to cover the bald spot, but now his receding hairline was on full display—sides sticking out, the middle completely bare.
It was almost comical.
Boss Jin fumed, "You old bastard, Cao, you set me up."
Old Cao sighed, "Now that’s just unfair. The investigation cleared me—I never left home, never hired anyone. Meanwhile, you were the one paying thugs to knock out my teeth."
Shaking his head, Old Cao continued, "I’m not one to lecture, Boss Jin, but even back in school, you were petty—always tattling to the teachers. And now? Still the same, even resorting to calling the cops… only to trap yourself. What were you thinking?"
"And now you’re an American, living in the land of the free. Shouldn’t your mindset have evolved by now? Can’t you be a little more magnanimous?"
"……"
Boss Jin trembled with rage, pointing at him, unable to form a coherent response.
"Fine, reflect on your mistakes. When you get out, I hope you’ll turn over a new leaf."
"After all, we’ve been classmates since childhood. I won’t hold a grudge."
"Once you’re released, I’ll treat you to drinks. And I’ll even cover your dental bills—consider it as if I’d beaten you myself! How’s that for brotherhood? More than fair, right?"
"GET OUT!!!"
Boss Jin couldn’t stand Old Cao’s smug tone and mocking gaze any longer.
A nearby officer barked, "Behave!"
Boss Jin shrank back, glaring at Old Cao. "You bastard, this isn’t over. Just wait till I’m out—I’ll finish you…"
Old Cao suddenly pointed at him, turning to the officer. "You heard that, right? He’s still threatening me! This foreigner wants to kill me!"
"He’s completely unrepentant. Don’t you think detention’s too light? Shouldn’t people like him be executed?"
"What the hell—" Boss Jin was stunned.
He knew execution was off the table, but the sheer audacity of the remark infuriated him.
You’re the damn foreigner.
In the end,
Boss Jin stormed off in a rage.
Old Cao left the detention center in high spirits.
Outside, Ren's Mother smacked his arm—she’d held back inside, but enough was enough.
She hissed, "Must you always be so insufferable?"
Old Cao scoffed. "I’ve despised that snob since school. Flaunting his family’s money, worshipping foreign crap, always running to the teachers. Every time we skipped class, who got us caught? Him."
"And who snitched to your dad about us?"
"……" Ren's Mother rolled her eyes. Still holding a grudge after all these years. Typical man.
Old Cao added, "Back then, he only tattled. Now he’s hiring thugs to assault people…"
"Our Cao family has always been law-abiding. We don’t associate with criminals—unless they repent and reform."
"Fine, fine, it’s always your way." Ren's Mother chuckled, shaking her head.
As they walked out of the visitation building,
a large police van pulled up.
A group of detainees was led out—no handcuffs or shackles, given their temporary custody status.
One toothless thug threw his arms wide and bellowed, "Freedom at last!"
"……"
Old Cao blinked. Was missing teeth the new fashion trend?
Ren's Mother looked equally baffled.
Glancing around,
the area wasn’t exactly a high-security prison, but it was still a restricted facility. Where was the "freedom"?
Another ruffian mimicked the gesture, muttering, "Should be safe here…"
An officer snapped, "What’s wrong with you? Come sign the paperwork."
The toothless one hurried over. "Officer, how long am I in for this time?"
"How should I know? You’re just in holding for now. Don’t worry—time served counts toward your sentence." The officer eyed him. Calling him "officer"? Definitely a repeat offender.
The toothless man pleaded, "Officer, can you put in a request? I wanna stay longer—a few years, maybe?"
"You think this is a hotel? Stay as long as you like? We follow the law—"
SMACK
The toothless man slapped him. "How about now? That’ll add time, right?"
"Goddammit—assaulting an officer?!"
Chaos ensued as he was wrestled to the ground—but he laughed like he’d won the lottery.
Once the group was hauled away,
Old Cao mused, "The world’s full of weirdos. That guy belongs in a psych ward."
Though their cases were connected, Old Cao and Ren's Mother had never met Kuang Long or Meng Hu.
They had no clue what had driven those two "mad."
……
By late September,
Young Master Cao posted a new thread.
Username: Stock God Aotian
Title: "No Matter the Distance, Love Prevails!"
It was a lengthy essay.
At the heart of the post lies a depiction of the magnificent landscapes and scenic wonders of our homeland.
It is a place that captivates the human spirit.
Only in such places can the body return to nature and the mind find fleeting tranquility.
Stranger, I bless you too...
I only wish to face the sea, with spring blossoms in full bloom!
...
That, in essence, is the core of its message.
Such a heartwarming post.
If this little essay were published in a travel magazine or some other media outlet for tourist cities, it might garner likes and stir longing among weary office workers.
But...
This post appeared in a forum dedicated to stock market discussions.
And given the immense fame of "Stock God Ao Tian," coupled with months of silence from him,
the moment this post surfaced—before anyone even finished reading it—it was already reposted across major stock forums and discussion groups.
"What does the Stock God mean by this?"
"Holy crap... I get it now."
"Bro, please explain—I don’t get it at all."
"Just think about the colors of countless mountains and rivers, and you’ll know."
"Holy crap... I see it too."
"Green??"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
