Chapter 194: Under the Light There Cannot Be Shadows, The Wrong Enemy

Inside the operating room, the surgery was still proceeding in an orderly manner.

Inside the VVIP waiting room, the conversation between mother and son was still continuing.

In the crowded inspection corridor outside, on the stretcher at the very end of the line, the body burned by high temperature quietly cooled down, leaving this scorching hot world.

Qian Huan frowned tightly, his gaze like a torch; he stared straight at his mother Li Hanyu, his voice carrying a trace of barely perceptible urgency:

"Mom, can't you speak more directly? What unspeakable secret is ultimately hidden inside No. 2 Prison? Since the company decided to invest in the prison industry, isn't it because they saw the rich profits this field could bring the company in the future?"

Li Hanyu slowly weighed every word, then gently extended her index finger, pointing at the ceiling; her voice was low and powerful:

"The company's purpose is indeed profit, but don't forget, above the company there is still the Group, this larger structure. For your uncle, sitting in the position of company General Manager, making money is certainly important, but what's more important is completing the tasks assigned by the Group."

Upon hearing this, Qian Huan blurted out in surprise: "But the company already split from the Group two years ago; the financial separation was even done by me personally."

Li Hanyu looked at her foolish son's dazed expression, and sighed softly in her heart:

"Our own son's ability is very outstanding, especially in commercial profitability he has great boldness and talent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been transferred there at the critical juncture when the 【Prison Equity Reform Agreement】 was about to expire, but in other aspects he is still very naive."

Li Hanyu didn't know where to start, and even unclear whether she should tell her son; the secrets involved behind this were too dangerous, so she could only selectively pick and choose to hint: "What is our company called?"

Qian Huan answered without hesitation: "Tian Guang Capital."

Li Hanyu followed up with a question: "Then what about the Group we belong to?"

Qian Huan answered again: "Guangming Group."

Only then did Li Hanyu slowly say: "So, you understand now?"

Qian Huan was still confused, frowning: "What do I understand?"

Li Hanyu felt helpless, and could only make her words more blunt: "This means, as long as our company doesn't shed the 'Guang' character on top of its head, we can never completely escape the Group's control, and we don't dare to, nor do we hope to truly break away."

Qian Huan frowned, pondering the deep meaning in his mother's words, and said in puzzlement: "If that's the case, what was the point of going through the separation process before?"

Li Hanyu picked up her teacup and sipped a mouthful, her voice a bit hoarse: "Son, you must understand a principle: that which can be placed on the table, reflected under the lights, presented to everyone in black and white on white paper, is just a piece of black and white on white paper."

Li Hanyu paused, put down the teacup, and continued: "Real transactions only happen under the table; that is a place the lights can never find."

Qian Huan looked at his mother's meaningful expression, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; his face turned slightly pale, and he said in a deep voice: "Since the company and the Group both have no intention of splitting, why split at all?"

Li Hanyu felt slightly relieved in her heart; her own son was still very intelligent, and with a slight prompt he had some realization.

Li Hanyu reached out and pointed at the glass wall of the operating room, saying faintly: "Actually you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Qian Huan looked along his mother's finger; behind the glass wall was the huge shadowless lamp hanging over the surgical bed; he replied with a startled heart: "Because under the light, there cannot be shadows."

A satisfied smile appeared on Li Hanyu's face, but her tone was filled with a killing intent:

"My good son, you must remember, No. 2 Prison concerns not only our clan, but also our company's fate, and the life and death survival of everyone."

"The secret hidden there, if we guard it properly, it is an amulet we sought from the light; but if it leaks out, we will become scapegoats, and the light will push us out without mercy, to be burned to ashes under the lamps."

"Therefore, you must grasp No. 2 Prison into your own hands as quickly, as firmly, and at all costs as possible."

Qian Huan still wanted to ask clearly what the secret of No. 2 Prison ultimately was, but Li Hanyu seemed to have no intention of continuing to speak.

"Oh, the surgery is over, let's go, we'll go to the ward first to wait for your Uncle." Li Hanyu gave her son no chance to speak again, ending this topic.

Inside the special care ward.

Qian Tong slowly woke from the anesthesia, opened his eyes, looked at Qian Huan guarding the hospital bed, and forced out a smile.

Qian Huan hurriedly asked: "Uncle, you're awake, how are you? Is there anywhere uncomfortable? Should I call the doctor?"

Qian Tong panted two rough breaths, and said weakly: "No need, your Uncle isn't that delicate; but this time it's also thanks to you helping Uncle modify the vehicle."

Qian Tong spoke for a while, and finally instructed: "Alright, I'm fine, you don't need to stay guarding at the hospital; hurry back to the prison. You just got airborne-appointed over there, thousands of tangled matters are still waiting for you to handle. Remember what Uncle taught you before."

Qian Huan nodded, and said solemnly: "The problem of personnel struggles, in the final analysis, is a problem of people; if you can't solve the problem, solve the person."

Qian Tong nodded in satisfaction, forcing himself to endure the drowsiness and said: "Go be busy; here your mom is guarding, that's enough."

After Qian Huan went out, and the ward door closed again, Qian Tong looked at Li Hanyu and asked in a deep voice: "Sister, was this explosion an accident?"

Li Hanyu was slightly stunned, frowned tightly, and asked back in puzzlement: "How come, you suspect this wasn't an accident?"

Before her words fell, Li Hanyu had already turned on the TV, switching to the news channel.

On the screen, the male anchor was broadcasting in a sorrowful tone: "According to news obtained by this station from the Executive Government, the explosion on Qiming Street was caused by improper construction of underground pipelines leading to a gas leak. The construction party has been immediately suspended for rectification, and relevant responsible persons have also been temporarily detained, awaiting further interrogation."

Qian Tong stared at the news footage; a layer of haze shrouded his pale face, and his voice was hoarse: "There's a problem; the nature of the incident was determined too quickly. When did the Executive Government become this efficient?"

Li Hanyu's expression also became grave; she took out her phone and said: "I'll call the Executive Government right now and ask about the specific situation."

A face floated up in Qian Tong's mind: "Wang Yiyuan Xinfā? That works too; he was deeply involved in the No. 2 Prison matter, counts as half one of our own people; we can ask him."

The beeping of the phone echoed in the quiet ward; after a good long while, the connection signal finally came through.

After Li Hanyu dialed the call, a wave of inexplicable panic surged in Qian Tong's heart, as if he had done a foolish thing, yet he couldn't say exactly what was wrong.

"Mhm, yes, he just woke up, very grateful for your concern. Oh, okay, then I'll trouble Wang Yiyuan."

The call was brief and hasty; after Li Hanyu hung up, her face became grave, she turned to look at Qian Tong, and said in a serious tone:

"Wang Yiyuan has been busy to the point of being worried sick these days, constantly watching the Hou Wendong kidnapping incident. He also only just learned of the Qiming Street explosion news, feels something is off, and is trying to investigate. He told you to rest easy and recover, don't worry too much."

Li Hanyu paused, then asked: "If it wasn't an accident, do you have a suspect?"

Qian Tong frowned tightly, and said gloomily: "I don't know, but the suspicion of those people in the prison system is the greatest; after all, they've always suspected internally that the overwork death of the former warden of Second Prison wasn't an accident, but our doing, so this accident might be belated retaliation."

Li Hanyu's heart sank with a thump, and her heart bottom also felt faintly cold: "A full half a street was blown up, hundreds dead and injured, just to manufacture an accident to blow you up; is it necessary to be this ruthless?"

Qian Tong's voice grew even more hoarse: "Sister, you still have too little dealings with Executive Government officials; when these people wearing official skins really get ruthless, human lives in their eyes are just a string of numbers casually filled in on a report."

"You remind Xiao Huan later; for the next half year, he must be careful again and again, constantly vigilant against the prison system people; they could make a move on me, so they might also make a move on Xiao Huan."

Li Hanyu's fingers holding the phone involuntarily tightened; her face was grave and stern; she lightly nodded.

Qian Tong only pondered for a while, but his skull felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer; bursts of swelling pain made it hard to endure. He felt a wave of exhaustion, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Qian Tong did not know that his inference just now was only right for the first half; the second half was completely wrong.

(End of Chapter)