Chapter Thirty-Two: Allergic to Knowledge!

Seeing Tan Ping’s stern expression, the old man grew flustered. He asked tentatively, "Officer, if I may ask, how is this handled?"

"According to the new traffic regulations, if you are driving under the influence of alcohol, you face either a fine or detention!" Tan Ping explained in detail.

Upon hearing this, the old man let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, that’s nothing! Pay a little fine, have a drink, and it’s done! If I’d known it was that simple, I wouldn’t have force-fed my grandson liquor!"

"Pfft! The old man mistook 'detention' for 'having a drink'!" The viewers in the livestream were immediately amused.

Some netizens even spotted the highlight: "Did you hear that? The old man force-fed his own grandson alcohol!"

"Such a young child, and the old man could actually do that!"

"I have to say, the old man is quite a character! He feeds his grandson alcohol and then tries to frame Officer Tan by claiming the breathalyzer is broken!"

"Sir, it’s detention, not a drink!" Li Yuwei corrected him kindly, seeing that he had misunderstood.

"What? Isn't that something to help sober up?" The old man looked at Li Yuwei, puzzled.

"Sir, detention means you get locked up!" the cameraman gestured to explain.

"I’d get locked up?" The old man was suddenly terrified.

Tan Ping continued, "If it is drunk driving, you would face criminal charges!"

"Oh, my heavens! Criminal charges? Doesn't that mean my life is ruined? I only had a few sips, and now I have to spend the rest of my life in jail?" The old man beat his chest and stomped his feet, filled with regret. He immediately asked, "Officer, what... what is the standard for this?"

"Well, in layman’s terms: half a beer is considered 'under the influence,' and a full beer is 'drunk driving.' One tael of hard liquor is 'under the influence,' and two taels is 'drunk driving,'" Tan Ping explained in simple terms, knowing the old man wouldn't understand professional jargon.

"One tael of hard liquor! I only had one tael! I have high blood pressure, they don't let me drink much!" the old man quickly retorted.

"Alright, sir, your issue isn't that serious. Next time, if you encounter a similar situation, please don't resist law enforcement! Just pay the fine and be done with it!" a bystander chimed in.

"Oh! A fine? How much is it?" Upon hearing this, the old man immediately pulled out his wallet.

Tan Ping stopped him instantly. "Sir, a fine is not our goal!"

The bystander nodded repeatedly. "Right, right! A fine isn't the goal, the goal is the fine!"

"Sir, please stop making things more complicated. If you have your own business, you should be going!" nearby officer Wang Xingyun stepped forward to shoo him away.

The bystander shouted even louder, "He's getting anxious! See that? He’s anxious!"

The old man, seeing this, immediately pulled a stack of cash from his wallet and tried to shove it into Tan Ping’s hand. "Officer, look! I didn't drink much this time, can you be flexible? Don't lock me up! I'm an old man; if I die in there..."

"No! Sir! I am stopping you, but it is truly not to collect a fine!" Tan Ping refused immediately.

The old man realized, "So the money isn't enough, then!" He immediately emptied his entire wallet. "This is all my funeral money! I'm giving it all to you today!"

"I really don't want your money!" Tan Ping insisted.

"Still not enough? How about you tow my car away!" The old man pointed tremblingly at his beat-up QQ car.

"Sir! I am not towing your car either!" Tan Ping waved his hand.

"Then you are dead set on locking me up, aren't you?" the old man couldn't help but ask.

"Sir! When did I say I wanted to lock you up? Our goal is public education on traffic laws. We want to inform you about the relevant laws that you, as a traffic participant, should follow..." Tan Ping explained patiently.

"Oh! So you just want me to study?" The old man finally understood.

"Yes! Exactly!" Tan Ping nodded repeatedly.

"Oh dear! That might be a bit difficult!" The old man looked troubled.

"What's the problem?" the netizens wondered. What could be so hard about having the old man learn traffic laws?

"I've been allergic to knowledge since I was a kid! Back in school, whenever the teacher got up on stage and started babbling, I'd get a headache. I could only rest my head on the desk and close my eyes to get some relief!" the old man explained.

"666! This is the first time I've heard someone describe being illiterate so elegantly!" The viewers in the livestream were amused.

"I really feel for the old man! Being allergic to knowledge and still managing to get a driver’s license!"

"Wait! Did the old man actually pass a test for his license?"

Hearing this, Tan Ping realized the issue and immediately said, "Sir, please show me your driver’s license."

"I have that! I have it!" The old man quickly and nimbly fished a license out of his pocket. Tan Ping took it and began to examine it carefully.

It was fake.

His expression turned stern. "Sir, this driver’s license is fake."

"Of course it's fake! If it weren't fake, would I have been able to pass the test? Wouldn't that just make you officers who conduct the exams look even faker?" The old man looked at Tan Ping as if he were the foolish one.

"Sir, since you know it's a fake, why did you get it?" Lin Shigong couldn't help but ask.

"I couldn't get a real one, so I had to get a fake one, didn't I?" the old man said, as if it were perfectly logical.

"Oh my! That makes so much sense!" The netizens were stunned by the old man’s train of thought.

"What I admire most is the old man's confidence. He knew it was a fake license and still handed it to Officer Tan!"

"Exactly! Seeing his posture, I thought he was holding a real one!"

Just then, the old man pulled Tan Ping aside. "Little officer, come here for a second!"

"Alright." Tan Ping followed him, curious to see what his explanation would be.

The old man whispered, "Officer, this license really can't be used?"

"No! It is a fake!" Tan Ping shook his head firmly.

The old man explained, "I had someone get this fake license for me! And that license plate, they gave me that too! They said they knew people on the inside, and that this fake one could be used just like a real one!"

"So there's a mole on the inside!" The netizens suddenly realized.

"This might lead to a whole gang of fake license producers!"

"For sure! Maybe they can even dig out the internal traitor!"

Tan Ping, hearing this, perked up and asked, "Sir, do you remember the person who got the fake license for you?"

"Of course I do! I'd recognize them even if they turned to ash! They gave my decent Q7 a 'poor-guy' license plate; isn't that bad luck? Officer, don't you worry! They deceived me, and not one of them will get away!" The old man thumped his chest in guarantee.

"Good! Sir, you’ve provided us with a very important clue!" Tan Ping nodded. He immediately made a call to notify the branch investigation center. Qi Wei, the captain of the first brigade, treated the information with high priority and immediately opened a formal investigation.