Chapter 547: Look, Those Below Are All Dogs

Li Hanyu now trusts Feng Mu by 120 percent, yet that in no way stops her from regarding Feng Mu as a dog.

Quite the contrary: only by being a dog, and a good dog at that, can one gradually earn the trust of those above; when a dog starts to turn over and wants to be human, that is when...

either the master flays him and stews his meat, or it is time to bite through the master's throat.

Li Hanyu's train of thought suddenly drifted back to when she was six, to the hunting dog her father gave her, its coat sleek and oily, always rubbing its wet nose against her palm.

It accompanied her through her entire childhood, until she was eleven, when that dog, raised for five years, actually dared to jump onto the table and snatch the bone she had left gnawed in her bowl.

Even though she could not eat anymore and did not want to eat, she still obeyed her father's order and strangled that dog to death.

To this day she still remembers the cunning light in the dog's eyes, remembers the feel of the silk belt her father handed her biting into her palm, and even more remembers that beast, before drawing its last breath, kicking out the final few claw marks on her skirt hem with its hind legs.

"A good dog must know what can be eaten and what cannot be touched."

Her father pried open her trembling fingers and threw the warm dog corpse to the chef.

The meat that night was especially fragrant, more flavorful than any meat she had eaten before.

Later she raised several more dogs, but not one dared to jump onto the table again.

After that, she stopped keeping dogs, because her father took her to a Guangming Group banquet, then stood before the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the crowds swarming on the street outside, and instructed her:

"Do you see? Those down there are all dogs too!"

Alas, fate plays tricks; her father passed away early due to a sudden accident, and these principles of dealing with the world were ultimately never fully taught to his grandson.

Qian Huan naturally learned some, but judging by the result, he clearly had not mastered them well, to the point of raising a treacherous evil dog that bites its master—fortunately, he also raised a loyal dog.

"Driving the loyal dog to bite the evil dog to death is also an indispensable part of dog training."

Li Hanyu withdrew her train of thought, her eyes flashing with cold light.

She pulled open the ward door.

A group of bodyguards stood at the gate, looking straight ahead.

Li Bashan, however, leaned against the wall in a carefree manner, holding a coarse wooden rice bucket and eating heartily, oil all over his mouth; seeing Li Hanyu open the door, he did not stop chewing.

Under heaven, nothing is greater than eating.

Hong Ya had brought food again, standing beside Li Bashan, looking toward Li Hanyu.

Li Hanyu smiled and waved at her, smiling with kind eyebrows and benevolent eyes:

"Come, chat with me for a while."

Hong Ya glanced at the senior brother, saw that Li Bashan had no objection, and thus skipped into the ward.

In the neighboring VVIP ward, the black-clad specialists of Guangming Group's Credit Department moved swiftly, dismantling Shi Wuming's remains completely like scrap machinery.

Every piece of prosthetic muscle was weighed and priced; every nerve circuit was assessed by quality.

As for the brand-new maintenance parts that had just been delivered and not yet signed for—

"Brand-new prosthetic parts at 50 percent off—that's already an internal friends-and-family price."

The assessor wearing gold-rimmed glasses tapped his tablet, his tone pitying and fair:

"According to company regulations, these secondhand recycled parts should only be worth one-tenth."

Minced flesh and mechanical wreckage were sorted into different containers, to be sent to different recycling workshops afterward.

At final liquidation, the red numbers on the tablet still jumped; obviously, even squeezing this body dry of its last bit of value could not fill the hole of the "Bright Loan."

"The bill will be sent to his relatives."

The credit manager smoothed the wrinkles in his suit and gave a professional smile to the empty hospital bed with only a puddle of clothes left on it.

Although the file showed Shi Wuming's parents were both dead and he was utterly alone, even if he himself survived, he probably would not know whether he had any blood relatives left in this world.

But it did not matter; what Guangming Group's Credit Department was best at was helping clients find relatives they had never met.

The credit "Enforcement Instrument" beside them flashed red light, faithfully recording the scene of assessment and recycling; these were all evidence to show the relatives.

Hou Wendong stood to the side, clicking his tongue in wonder, marveling at Guangming Group's professional work efficiency.

"If the Executive Government's bureaucrats had this kind of efficiency, why would they be scolded by the public every day?" Hou Wendong thought to himself.

"Wait a moment..."

He suddenly raised his hand to stop the staff member who was about to process discharge procedures,

"Leave this ward for now, to be used as a rest room for the bodyguards on rotation; this is work he did not finish in his lifetime."

Work unfinished in life, still must contribute after death—quite reasonable, isn't it?

The Credit Department manager pondered for a moment, then said to the hospital nurse:

"Fine, charge the cost to Shi Wuming's debt; when he is discharged later, we will send someone to settle it."

The hospital nodded cooperatively, clearly trusting Guangming Group's reputation.

After everyone left, Hou Wendong slightly loosened his collar and sat inside the room to rest; he left the door open and saw Li Hanyu come out to greet Hong Ya and invite her in, seemingly to instruct her to do something.

But he pretended not to have seen, walked out and let several bodyguards take turns resting inside; two people at the door and corridor were enough.

Li Hanyu chatted with Hong Ya for a few sentences; the topic naturally revolved around Feng Mu.

She had some discernment in judging people—or dogs—and could tell that Hong Ya's heart and eyes were full of her junior martial brother.

A few words cheered Hong Ya up, her pigtails bobbing.

Afterward, Li Hanyu took out a piece of note paper from her pocket, wrote a line on the back, leaned over and instructed Hong Ya:

"You wait a moment and take this thing to give to... then have him do this, then do that..."

The latter half turned into a whisper, only Hong Ya could hear.

Next, what Li Hanyu did required high secrecy.

Gong Qi being able to hack into Lou Duan's computer reminded her—some arrangements were no longer suitable for phone contact.

Since Wang Xinfa could send bodyguards to "protect" him, he might not also "protect" his communications.

The possibility was not great, but being cautious was never wrong.

When Hong Ya took the note, listening to Li Hanyu's secret words, her eyes suddenly lit up, like a little fox who had found a new toy, lively and cunning.

Her eyes rolled around, her face full of reluctance, and she grumbled:

"Junior Brother works at the Second Prison, and I'm not there, I merely came to deliver rice to Senior Brother, why should I help you do things?"

Li Hanyu frowned slightly, and said patiently:

"Don't you want to help Feng Mu? You helping me do this thing now, is helping Feng Mu."

Hong Ya pursed her lips, inwardly grumbling, feeling this old woman was a bit stupid, unable to understand even her hint.

With no choice, she could only cough lightly and say:

"I can help you, can you get me into the Second Prison?"

Li Hanyu realized, she didn't like dogs negotiating conditions with their master, but at this phase only Feng Mu was her dog, his Senior Brothers and Sisters didn't count yet.

You are my dog, but your family are not, this is something many big shots dislike, Li Hanyu was no exception.

On her face then appeared a smile as she said:

"No problem, once the matter is done, I can stuff you into the Second Prison anytime."

Hong Ya blinked, took the note paper humming a little tune, bounced out the door, her pigtails nearly sticking straight up to the sky.....

(End of Chapter)