As soon as Wang An finished speaking, Wang Li was momentarily stunned. Mainly, the people from the police station hadn't arrived yet, so how could Wang An be so certain that they were coming to arrest him?
In truth, the reason Wang An could be so certain was that, as a reincarnated person, he knew exactly how things were going to unfold.
To put it simply, it came down to four words: "mutual assistance!"
Regardless, once the "hat-wearing brothers" arrived, they certainly wouldn't look for trouble with the grain station; they would certainly look to Wang An to solve the problem.
One must realize that the matter of handing over grain had been ongoing for decades.
And during those decades, basically around this time every year, some kind of unexpected situation would always occur.
Of course, the "unexpected situations" mentioned here didn't just refer to the local area, but to various places everywhere.
Furthermore, the reasons for these accidents were diverse and varied, but the vast majority of them occurred during the inspection of the grain.
The reason was simple: quality inspectors like the one Wang An had just beaten up appeared constantly.
While the vast majority of people chose to swallow their anger and take the loss, there was always a small minority of impulsive people who chose to fight, just like Wang An.
Ask yourself: is it easier to deal with a small handful of people, or to deal with the grain station?
Therefore, Wang An was certain that once the people from the police station arrived, they would definitely arrest him. As for whether his militia certificate would be useful, that was another story.
After his brief stun, Wang Li agreed and ran off.
Meanwhile, the station chief—who spoke of benevolence and morality but was actually the pinnacle of shamelessness—didn't go to measure the corn. Instead, he stayed there blathering on with his pile of grand theories.
It was nothing more than how they had strict regulations, strict standards, professional testing personnel, and so on and so forth.
Looking at the station chief's shameless face, Wang An grew more and more pissed off.
Thinking that he was going to have to trouble Zhang Shuya and the others anyway, anger rose in Wang An's heart and malice grew in his gut. He swiftly raised his arm and swung a slap.
With a crisp "crack," Wang An's large palm had a solid, intimate encounter with the station chief's shameless face.
He couldn't help it; this old bastard was just too damn irritating, treating old farmers as if they weren't even human.
After the slap, the station chief immediately became docile. Looking at Wang An with a face full of rage mixed with fear, he stammered
"You... you dare hit me! I—"
After saying "I," the station chief stopped talking and chose to shut his mouth.
Whether one liked it or not, the fact that this station chief had lived to this age meant he was definitely a very "pragmatic" person. He knew very well that if he dared to utter another threat, Wang An would definitely slap his mouth again.
Since the station chief had been slapped, the grain station staff naturally wouldn't let it slide. They began waving their arms and shouting, rushing toward Wang An in an obvious attempt to show their loyalty. After all, when the leader is beaten, the subordinates feel equally insulted.
However, although they made a lot of noise, not many actually ran forward to fight Wang An. Only two young, strong men—whose IQs were somewhat lacking—charged at Wang An, raising their hands to give him a few hits.
The reason their IQs were called into question was that among the many grain station employees, everyone else was just shouting and posturing as if they were about to attack at any moment; only these two idiots actually charged forward.
Unfortunately, although they were young, they were just ordinary people who had never practiced martial arts. As soon as they reached Wang An, one was kicked down by a "Dragon Tail Sweep," and immediately after, with a "Single Palm Monument Push," the other youth was sent clutching his stomach, wailing in pain.
It had to be admitted that as Wang An practiced the basic skills of the Eighteen Techniques of Grappling—specifically the Scorpion Reverse Crawl—with increasing diligence, his arm, wrist, and finger strength had grown stronger and stronger.
Consequently, the Eighteen Techniques of Grappling in Wang An's hands could now exert considerably formidable power. The force of every punch and palm was not something an ordinary person could withstand.
The two strong young men were dealt with so simply that the grain station staff were instantly intimidated, and their loud mouths finally stopped shouting.
Turning around, Wang An gave the station chief another slap.
He couldn't help it; the more he looked at this old bastard, the more pissed off he got. If he didn't give him a couple of slaps, Wang An felt it would be incredibly uncomfortable.
Soon, Chief Zhang from the police station arrived with his men. The previous Chief Huang had been stripped of his position and imprisoned by Zhang Shuya for aiding and abetting Wei Chengcai; this was the newly appointed Chief Zhang.
However, Wang An didn't know either the current Chief Zhang or the previous Chief Huang, mainly because Zhang Shuya had never introduced them.
But among this group, Wang An recognized a militia member named Hu Zhenzhong, as he was a teammate who had trained with Wang An once, though they had no real friendship.
When Hu Zhenzhong saw Wang An, his face was full of shock, and Wang An gave him a small smile.
It must be said that as soon as Chief Zhang and his men arrived, all the people waiting to hand over grain and those who had already finished fell silent.
Unlike the crowd, the people from the grain station became active again, as if their own father had arrived.
One staff member pointed at Wang An and said to Chief Zhang's group
"Chief Zhang, it's him! He caused a disturbance at the grain station and delayed our collection progress. Xiao Ma and the others were beaten by him, and even our station chief was slapped twice!"
At this moment, the staff member was like a primary school student complaining to a teacher, his mouth rattling non-stop.
Once the staff member finished blathering, Chief Zhang walked toward Wang An with a face full of majesty, followed closely by several policemen and militia members.
Before Chief Zhang could speak, Wang An pulled out his militia certificate and said to him with a smile
"Hello, Chief Zhang. My name is Wang An, a militia member from the county. My eldest sister is Zhang Shuya; we're basically in the same system."
Seeing the militia certificate in Wang An's hand and hearing these words, Chief Zhang was momentarily stunned.
In the entire public security system of DJ County, who didn't know the great name of Zhang Shuya?
As he spoke, Wang An held the certificate in one hand and used the other to pull out a cigarette and offer it, saying slyly
"Chief Zhang, let me tell you, this grain station is truly outrageous. The corn is bone-dry, yet they insist on deducting 8% for moisture. Do you think it's easy for old farmers to grow crops? They're just bullying the farmers."
After Wang An finished speaking, Chief Zhang didn't take the cigarette; he just watched Wang An talk quietly.
Wang An didn't feel awkward that the cigarette wasn't taken; instead, he continued on his own
"Chief Zhang, don't you think these kinds of people deserve a beating?"
(End of Chapter)