Fortunately, after so many days, the case finally came to a smooth conclusion. The court delivered the appropriate judgments for everyone involved. Those who provided evidence that they were not personally involved in the cyberbullying were acquitted. For those who couldnât prove their innocence, most were given suspended sentences. A very small number, a handful of self-proclaimed âmasterminds,â attempted to evade punishment and would have to wait for further investigation and trial. The case had essentially settled.
When the two walked out of the court, they found the family members of the defendants gathered outside, each one tense and staring fixedly at the courtâs main entrance. Upon seeing their children, they rushed up to them, crying tears of joy.
"Mom, Iâve been sentenced to probation! The lawyer said I donât have to go to jail."
"Grandpa, Iâll never dare to do it again."
"Child, letâs go home. Remember this lesson and be a good person from now on."
"Itâs fine as long as youâre alright. Letâs go, weâre going home."
...
The defendants embraced their relatives, words failing them. Many, feeling the relief of surviving a calamity, left the court one after another.
Eventually, after many days, the crowd at the bustling entrance of the court gradually dispersed, leaving the area much emptier. Seeing this, Qin Mu didnât linger and took Zhang Qingyuan back to the nursing home.
ăAt eight oâclock in the evening.ă
Qin Mu dropped Zhang Qingyuan off at the nursing home and went straight home. This time, however, Zhang Qingyuan didnât just fall into bed. Instead, he went straight to Feng Cuihua. The two of them got together, picked up a small notebook, and began to calculate how much compensation they had received.
Now that all the judgments had been handed down, everyone who had cyberbullied him had been ordered to pay compensation. The amounts ranged between 2,000 and 5,000 yuan, all in whole thousands, making it easier to calculate. While the couple was tallying up the compensation, Li Weiguo, Song Tiancheng, and others, having heard the news, gathered at their door, their faces etched with undisguised envy.
Half an hour later, Zhang Qingyuan and Feng Cuihua finally finished calculating the total compensation, confirming the amount was correct. They both wore expressions of utter shock.
"Old Zhang, how much is it? It must be in the tens of millions this time, right?"
"Come on, out with it! Donât keep us in suspense. Iâve never seen so much money in my life."
"Whatâs with that expression? Surely itâs not less than ten million, is it?"
"Regardless, now we can buy several houses in Jin City!"
...
Li Weiguo, Song Tiancheng, and the others looked at Zhang Qingyuan, all eager to know how much of a âsmall profitâ he had made this time.
Zhang Qingyuan put on a pensive look, gazed at the crowd, and heaved a sigh. After a long pause, he said casually, "Oh, not that much. Just thirty-nine million."
As soon as he spoke, Li Weiguo and the other eldersâ eyes widened, and they gasped.
Thirty-nine million!
This was an amount they had never dared to dream of in their entire lives! If spread over a hundred years, that would be like earning 390,000 a year.
"Old Zhang, youâre being too modest! And you call that ânot muchâ?"
"I thought you hadnât received much compensation! We owe a lot to Xiao Qin this time; you really must thank him properly."
"Exactly! If Xiao Qin hadnât advanced the legal fees, you wouldnât have received a single cent of this compensation!"
"Ah, Old Zhang must have saved the world in his past life. I wonder when itâll be my turn to be cyberbullied."
...
Li Weiguo and the others sighed endlessly, their faces practically screaming,
I want to be cyberbullied too!
Zhang Qingyuanâs experience had given them a new aspiration: a new method to get rich overnight.
Of course, they first needed enough capital to sue the cyberbullies. Suing just one or two people would only yield minimal compensation and wouldnât have a significant impact. The main reason Zhang Qingyuan had struck it rich was the sheer number of defendants involved: 15,000 of them! If each paid just 1,000 yuan, that would already be fifteen million!
Hearing everyoneâs comments, Zhang Qingyuan nodded seriously. "Weâve already discussed it. Weâre going to give Xiao Qin the nine millionâthe âloose changeââas a thank-you fee."
At their age, money wasnât their primary concern. They were willing to give away nine million just like that. As they saw it, they might never even spend the remaining thirty million in their lifetime.
"Nine million in âloose changeâ? Old Zhang, youâre really talking big these days! Careful you donât sprain your tongue."
"Itâs infuriating to compare! Remember that dog we passed the other day? It ran straight to Old Zhang and didnât even glance at me!"
"Thatâs alright. A fortune teller once told me I was a late bloomer, destined for wealth in my old age. Seeing Old Zhangâs luck, I feel sure itâll be my turn next."
"Whatâs being a millionaire? Next time, Iâll be a billionaire!"
...
Looking at Zhang Qingyuan, the wealthiest man in the nursing home, it was impossible for the others not to feel a twinge of envy. But no one harbored any true jealousy. Having reached their age, they accepted their lot in life; what was meant to be would be, and what wasnât, wouldnât. They were at peace with it. However, Zhang Qingyuanâs constant, gleeful showing off did make their teeth itch with frustration at times.
And so, spurred on by Zhang Qingyuanâs windfall, many of the elderly returned to their rooms and indulged in dreams of overnight wealth. Some even began burning incense and praying, hoping the vast online community would âblessâ them with a round of cyberbullying.
ăMeanwhile.ă
ăIn the nursing homeâs deputy directorâs office.ă
Wan Zhongyuan was staring at his computer screen, looking at the series of electronic verdict documents that the court had sent to the nursing homeâs email.