The police immediately arrested the old man and told Jiang Siming that he was a habitual scammer who staged accidents for compensation. They had simply never had enough evidence to file a case.
Now that they did, two hundred thousand yuan would be enough to keep him behind bars for the rest of his life, right?
The check was returned to Jiang Siming as well. Before leaving, Jiang Siming said one last thing to the old man:
"If you die in prison, remember to visit me in a dream. I'll burn you two hundred thousand in hell money so you can spend the rest of your life in prison. That way, you won't get out and hurt anyone again."
Jiang Siming didn't care about respecting the elderly and caring for the young. Even the elderly and children had to be worthy of respect and protection.
Something like this old bastard relied on his age to run wild and wreak havoc on society.
Jiang Siming didn't regard him as a person at all. The same went for those spoiled brats.
Jiang Siming had never considered himself a saint who could tolerate every injustice he witnessed, much less embrace everyone.
After the old bastard was taken away, Jiang Siming prepared to head home.
Just as he was about to get into his car, an elderly man with a backpack came out of the breakfast shop beside it.
This old man wasn't there to bump into his car. Instead, he took a one-yuan bill from his pocket and looked at the breakfast in the shop. In an accent from another region, he said, "I only have one yuan. Could you sell me a few more steamed buns?"
"Uncle, you can't keep pulling this stunt at my shop. You've done this so many times