"Zheng He is really unlucky! Got beaten up for nothing!"
"Unlucky? I don't think so, it's too early to say whether it's a blessing or a curse!"
"Hahaha, Zheng He almost ended up in jail, while Chen Xixi is at the property management to participate in the Qixi Festival event, getting ready for a free dinner. If Zheng He knew, he definitely wouldn't be able to sit still!"
"Qixi? Is it Qixi today? What event?"
"I just glanced at it and it seems to be some kind of romantic Qixi banquet, offering free red wine and desserts, all homeowners in the community can participate."
At this moment, Zheng He, who was despised by the people of Jianghai, was sitting in the police station with the corners of his mouth slowly curling up, but suddenly he pulled at the injury on his cheek, wincing with pain.
He took a moment and then said to the police officer, "This is easy to resolve, just give me fifty thousand yuan, and I won't pursue this any further!"
