169: Ginger is still spicy with age, bad things can also turn into good things

When Pan Guoming heard his father's tone, he secretly rejoiced. Having been his father for decades, he knew that Pan Dahai was taking this seriously.

He quickly added fuel to the fire, recounting the afternoon's events, especially the part where Ye Lin twisted his arm. He described it vividly, portraying himself as an unyielding figure bravely fighting against evil forces.

Pan Dahai snorted coldly, "I know what kind of person you are; you don't need to be so fake."

Pan Guoming gave an awkward laugh. His father was indeed his father, and he understood him well.

"Dad, that description just now might have been a bit exaggerated, but when he left, he slammed his police ID in front of me and told me to see clearly who he was before coming back to tell you."

"Those were his exact words; I didn't add anything."

Pan Guoming declared emphatically.

Pan Dahai took a deep breath. The alcohol was getting to his head, and coupled with such an arrogant police officer, it genuinely made him angry.

He pulled out his phone, found Zhu Yi's number, and asked coldly, "What's this police officer's name? Which department is he from?"

Pan Guoming was overjoyed. His father was going to deal with that kid. He recalled carefully, "Hmm, I think he's from Criminal Investigation, named Ye Lin. A very young police officer, with a ruffian-like look."

Pan Dahai repeated, and said coldly, "Ye Lin, is it? A name is enough. Let Old Zhu thoroughly investigate their team and how their work style is being managed."

With that, his finger was about to press the call button.

Pan Guoming watched from the side, gloating, waiting to see the kid being reprimanded tomorrow.

Suddenly, his father let out a strange cry as if he had been electrocuted, throwing his phone away and jumping up like a spring.

His father's strange behavior scared Pan Guoming, who also stood up, "What's wrong? Is there something?"

Pan Guoming looked around; there was no one else besides them.

When he looked back, Pan Dahai was already drenched in sweat, mumbling two words repeatedly, as if possessed.

Pan Guoming listened carefully, and it sounded like his father was saying "Secretary."

He cautiously approached, gently pulling his father's arm, "Dad, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you go back to sleep?"

Pulled by his son, Pan Dahai seemed to regain some composure. He looked at his son nervously and asked, "You... you told him who I was?"

"Ah, I did. I said my dad is the Director of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, and he was immediately scared," Pan Guoming said proudly, not understanding why.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound.

Pan Dahai suddenly erupted, delivering a fierce slap to Pan Guoming, making him dizzy.

"Scared my ass! He'd be scared? You idiot, you're a father-pitting fool!" Pan Dahai roared in anger.

Pan Guoming was still bewildered. Everything was fine a moment ago, so why did he suddenly go crazy?

"Tell me, what else did he say, about you and me? Don't miss a single word," Pan Dahai was now completely sober, glaring at his son with fury, asking hatefully.

"He... he didn't say much. He seemed to have said something at the end..." Pan Guoming felt so wronged he was almost in tears. Why had his father changed so much?

Seeing Pan Guoming's pathetic appearance, Pan Dahai was truly enraged. He went up and kicked him, sending the unprepared Pan Guoming sprawling to the ground.

Fortunately, the floor was carpeted, so Pan Guoming was not injured.

"Speak! What did he say!" Pan Dahai was already raging.

Pan Guoming probably realized now that he might have made a mistake, otherwise his father wouldn't be so furious, but he didn't know what the mistake was.

What was my mistake?

But all that was for later. The most urgent thing now was how to deal with this raging beast, oh no, this raging father.

"He, he seemed to have said at the end: Don't be a child who pits his father," Pan Guoming finally remembered.

"Pitting his father, pitting his father," Pan Dahai repeated.

His hands had started to tremble. This was a warning to him, and it must be from Ye Lin, not anyone else.

He picked up his phone and opened his government system. Thanks to current digitalization, all civil servants in the City could be seen on the system.

He searched for Ye Lin's photo, showed it to Pan Guoming, and asked, "Is this the person?"

Pan Guoming looked carefully. Although the photo was small and a passport-style picture, the ruffian-like look on his face was too obvious. "Dad, it's him, it was him this afternoon."

Upon receiving his son's affirmative answer, Pan Dahai felt a chill rush to his head.

He slumped powerlessly onto the sofa. A young man whom Secretary Kang personally came to bail out, a person whom several department heads had to avoid offending, and his own father-pitting, truly father-pitting, child had offended him.

Instantly, he felt that his career might be over.

However, years in officialdom had taught him a truth: blessings and misfortunes are intertwined!

He remembered an incident from years ago that left a deep impression on him: an accidental disaster occurred in the City, resulting in deaths, which was a major accident.

It was supposed to be the end, but in that incident, the City invested all its resources to save people. The then-Mayor stayed at the accident scene without sleep, and public opinion was very positive.

Ultimately, the bad turned into good, and the then-Mayor was promoted.

He couldn't sit by and wait for death; he had to save himself. Pan Dahai took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He suppressed his anger and, in as calm a tone as possible, said to his son, "What was Ye Lin doing today? Do you understand what he wanted?"

Pan Guoming said with a wronged expression, "He, he just wanted to ask Meng Qiu about something."

"Meng Qiu?"

"Ah, she's a female student from Communication University. It seems to be related to some suicide case. Officer Ye wanted to ask her things, but Meng Qiu either didn't want to say or didn't know."

Pan Dahai slammed the table, "With you guys backing her up, would she talk?"

Pan Guoming lowered his head and remained silent. How was I supposed to know you were so afraid of this Ye Lin? I was just purely trying to pick up a girl.

"Son, since Officer Ye wants to ask some things, then we should help out, understand?" Pan Dahai suddenly said to Pan Guoming with a smile.

This old man was just slamming the table, and now he was smiling again. This sudden change scared Young Master Pan.

"Communication University, right? A graduating senior, right? Heh heh, if I can't handle a little girl like you, then I've been a Director for so many years for nothing." Pan Dahai sneered twice and started making a call.

Meanwhile, Ye Lin was lying in bed, pondering how to get Meng Qiu to talk. This young girl wasn't old, but she was incredibly cunning.