"Hello, are you Zhao Meng's boss?" A serious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It's me, who are you?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"I'm from the Dongcheng District Police Station. My surname is Wang. You can just call me Officer Wang." said the other end of the phone.
"Hello, Officer Wang, what's the matter?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"It's like this. Zhao Meng was just detained by us for fighting. We need someone to come over to coordinate and deal with this matter, but Zhao Meng is not willing to notify her family. We can only check her mobile phone and find the note:
The boss will give you your phone number and I will contact you later. If you are free, come over now." Officer Wang said.
"A fight?!" Lin Zhiming was shocked. Although Zhao Meng was a bit childish and stupid in his eyes, Lin Zhiming couldn't believe it when it came to a fight.
"Yes, it was mainly Zhao Meng who took action first. Both parties are now unwilling to mediate. They must go through legal procedures. Once this kind of thing goes through legal procedures, it will be troublesome for everyone, so we hope you will come to help coordinate.
, Of course, we have also contacted the family members of the other party, and they are on their way to the police station." Officer Wang said.
"Okay, I understand, Dongcheng District Police Station, right?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Yes, when you get to the Dongcheng District Police Station, just ask Wang Mian." the other party said.
"Okay, I'll go there right now, it will take about fifteen minutes." Lin Zhiming said.
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhiming walked directly to his car.
Arriving at the car, Lin Zhiming hesitated for a moment.
If you drive a Rolls-Royce to the police station, it would be too high-profile. This kind of thing is not a glorious thing, so there is no point in being high-profile.
So, Lin Zhiming knocked on the car window.
The driver quickly got out of the car and said respectfully, "Boss, what's the matter?"
"Give me your car." Lin Zhiming said.
"My car?" The driver was stunned for a moment, a little confused, but he quickly took out the keys to his car and handed them to Lin Zhiming.
"Where is your car?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"It's over there, boss, do you want me to help you drive?" the driver asked.
"No, you can get off work first. I will drive your car back to the company tomorrow." Lin Zhiming said, walking to the side and pressing the unlock button of the car as he walked.
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A Toyota Camry made a noise.
Lin Zhiming walked to the car, opened the door and got in, then started the car and left the company.
Not long after, the car arrived at the Dongcheng District Police Station.
Lin Zhiming picked up a pair of sunglasses from the center console and put them on his face, then opened the car door, got out of the car, and walked into the police station.
"I'm looking for Officer Wang Mian." Lin Zhiming said to a policeman at the door.
"Lao Wang is over there." The policeman pointed in a direction.
Lin Zhiming walked in that direction, walked through a corridor and came to the door of a room.
At this time, the door to the room was open, and quarrels came from the room.
"I'm telling you, this is no joke. My daughter is an international B-level Latin dance teacher. Her feet are the most important part of her. If you dare to hurt her feet, I will definitely not let you go!!"
A strong woman's voice came from the room.
Lin Zhiming walked into the room with a slight frown.
The room was not big, but there were quite a few people there. One group of people was obviously on one side. They gathered together and looked at Zhao Meng who was sitting in the corner with murderous intent.
Zhao Meng was sitting alone in the corner. Her hair was messy and she was wearing a coat. The white shirt underneath had several buttons torn open and the stockings under her feet were torn in several places. She looked quite embarrassed.
Opposite these people sat a middle-aged policeman.
"Are you Police Officer Wang Mian?" Lin Zhiming walked towards the other party, stretched out his hand and said.
The middle-aged policeman glanced at Lin Zhiming, shook Lin Zhiming's hand and said, "Are you Zhao Meng's boss?"
"It's me!" Lin Zhiming nodded.
"Boss, I'm sorry, I didn't expect them to find you." Zhao Meng said apologetically.
"You are the boss of this cousin, right?" A middle-aged and elderly woman with a bloated figure in another group of people stared at Lin Zhiming and shouted.
"Ms. Wu Yue, please pay attention to your words. This is a police station, not a place where you can insult people casually!" Wang Mian scolded with a dark face.
The woman named Wu Yue snorted coldly, and then said to Lin Zhiming: "Let me tell you, my daughter's feet were injured by your employees. My daughter relies on these feet to make money. Now she is injured.
You must be responsible to the end!”
"Where's the injury?" Lin Zhiming frowned and looked at the young woman's feet in the crowd. There were no big wounds on the woman's feet. She only had a piece of Bondi attached to her ankle.
"Where is the injury? Are you blind? Look here!" Wu Yue walked to her daughter, pointed to Bundy on her feet excitedly and said, "Look for yourself, isn't this a wound?"
"That's it?" Lin Zhiming was a little stunned. This is a wound that Bundy can block. What kind of wound is that?
"What do you call this? The police officer measured it just now. This is a 0.3 cm long wound. What's wrong? Does it mean that the entire leg has to be cut off to count it as a wound?" Wu Yue shouted excitedly.
As Wu Yue screamed, her daughter began to sob. While sobbing, she pointed at Zhao Meng and shouted, "You ruined my feet, I'm not done with you!! You know I became a B-level Latin dance teacher."
How difficult is it, you hurt me like this, you left me with indelible scars for the rest of my life!!"
Zhao Meng sat on the chair, rolled his eyes and didn't say much.
Lin Zhiming walked up to Zhao Meng, looked down at Zhao Meng and said, "Why are we fighting?"
"No reason, she looks unhappy." Zhao Meng said.
Does she feel unhappy?
Lin Zhiming frowned, Zhao Meng was not a domineering person, and there was no way he would beat someone just because he was unhappy with him.
Obviously, Zhao Meng didn't want to say the reason.
"This person is a lunatic. I was chatting with my friend and she rushed up to beat me!" the Latin dance teacher on the side shouted excitedly.
"Are you injured anywhere?" Lin Zhiming asked Zhao Meng.
"No." Zhao Meng shook his head.
Lin Zhiming knelt down and looked at Zhao Meng from top to bottom. Then, Lin Zhiming vaguely saw a scar on Zhao Meng's chest through the opening in Zhao Meng's shirt.
Lin Zhiming raised his hand and pushed Zhao Meng's collar aside.
There are several red scratches on the inside of the collar.
Zhao Meng did not expect that Lin Zhiming would open her collar. She nervously shrank back and covered her chest with her hands.
"You said you weren't injured?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"No, it's nothing." Zhao Meng shook his head and said, "Boss, you, you go first, I will take care of the things here."
"You're here to solve it. Have you solved it? In the smallest case, it's just a fight, but in the larger case, it's just provoking troubles. Do you understand? You will be jailed!" Wang Mian said with a dark face.
"No matter what, it's wrong to hit someone, you know." Lin Zhiming said to Zhao Meng.
"Well..." Zhao Meng nodded.
Afterwards, Lin Zhiming stood up and looked at Wu Yue's group of people.
"Everything has a solution. I need you to reconcile." Lin Zhiming said.
"Reconciliation? Who do you think you are? Reconciliation is what you say? If we can't get a satisfactory result from this matter today, this woman will be waiting to go to jail!" Wu Yue said with a stern face.
"Tell me, how much does it cost?" Lin Zhiming said.
"Boss, don't give them money!" Zhao Meng said excitedly.
"Shut up." Lin Zhiming scolded.
Zhao Meng shrank his neck and closed his mouth.
"You can say it now." Lin Zhiming said to Wu Yue.
Wu Yue squinted at Lin Zhiming and said, "It's really different now that the boss is here. Since you said so, I'll do the math with you. My daughter's foot is injured. She needs to be treated, right? After treatment.
Do we need plastic surgery to remove scars? My daughter was beaten for no reason and was mentally injured. Does she need mental compensation? She was unable to go to work during the injury period, so she needs lost work compensation? I need to take care of her during this time, so I will
Do I need compensation for lost work? My daughter is my heartthrob. She was injured like this, and my spirit was also damaged. I also have to ask for compensation for mental damages, right? After all these calculations, I don’t want any more from you.
, you give me sixty-six thousand and six, the number sounds nice and auspicious!"
"Madam, you are going a little too far." Wang Mian frowned and said.
"Why is it too much? Officer, why do you stand on their side and speak for them? You are not on the same side as them, are you?" Wu Yue pointed at Wang Mian and said.
"You will be legally responsible for saying something, do you understand?" Wang Mian said with a dark face.
Wu Yue saw Wang Mian's dark face, snorted coldly and looked at Lin Zhiming.
"After giving the money, we agreed to settle." Wu Yue said.
"Okay!" Lin Zhiming nodded and said, "You prepare the settlement agreement. After you sign it, I will transfer the money."
"Really?" Wu Yue asked with some disbelief.
"Of course, I'm in a hurry and don't want to waste time here." Lin Zhiming said.
"That's okay, but you have to give the money first, and then we sign!" Wu Yue said.
"Okay!" Lin Zhiming nodded.
Subsequently, with Wang Mian's help, a settlement agreement was quickly written.
"Sign!" Lin Zhiming handed the agreement to Zhao Meng.
Zhao Meng hesitated and signed his name on it.
Later, Lin Zhiming handed the agreement to Wu Yue.
"You pay first." Wu Yue said.
"Give me your account number." Lin Zhiming said.
Wu Yue immediately provided a bank account to Lin Zhiming, and Lin Zhiming directly transferred 66,600 to that account.
Looking at the extra 60,000 yuan in the bank card, Wu Yue's eyes were full of greed.
"Can you sign now?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Well..." Wu Yue rolled her eyes and said, "I made a miscalculation just now. I think sixty-six thousand and sixty-six thousand is not enough to make up for the loss of my daughter. You have to give me a little more."