Chapter 420: The Scapegoat

"Uncle Chen? Do you have something to ask me?" Wen Bin was somewhat surprised when he received the call from Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "Wen Bin, help me investigate a case! It's the Red Oil truck explosion that happened recently!"

This case had originally been handled by the Serious Crimes Unit; Wen Bin just took the file and looked at it, quickly finding the case dossier: "This case has already been closed! And it was processed as an accident."

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "No, this case is murder! Someone wanted to get rid of the person delivering the Red Oil, and just because of a small accident, the current victim of this case became the scapegoat!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Bin's expression immediately turned serious: "Is that for real?"

"Would I lie to you? I'll give you his phone number, you can have a good chat with him yourself! After all, things like this can't just be left as they are, right?" Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

Wen Bin nodded: "Rest assured, if there is something fishy about this case, I will definitely conduct a reinvestigation."

"Good, I'll wait for your good news!" After saying this, Chen Jiajun hung up the phone directly.

Subsequently, Chen Jiajun said to Huo Qingsong: "A Senior Inspector from the Serious Crimes Unit will contact you in a while; you tell him the whole story, and also tell him who you suspect."

Huo Qingsong suddenly let out a sigh of relief and said to Chen Jiajun: "Thank you very much, Mr. Chen."

"Don't be in such a hurry to thank me. Although Wen Bin can help you investigate the case, the trouble you are in seems to be more than just that, right?" Chen Jiajun said to Huo Qingsong.

Huo Qingsong was startled at first, then smiled and said: "Nothing can escape your eyes, Mr. Chen! The police watching us is one reason, and my own men are also restless; I suspect they have colluded with others."

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "I'm afraid this matter isn't that simple; you've likely been set up by someone."

In fact, the situation here was even trickier than the police side, especially the Red Oil seller, that Gweilo from Customs.

Raising prices on the spot and demanding a security deposit for himself was very abnormal.

If things went wrong, the money in his hands would go down the drain.

However, he was currently under someone else's roof and had to bow his head; other than obediently paying the money for the security deposit, there was nothing he could do.

Hearing Chen Jiajun ask this, Huo Qingsong could only smile bitterly and say: "I know, but I don't have a better way right now!"

Chen Jiajun thought for a moment and said: "What is the name of the Gweilo who sells you the Red Oil?"

Huo Qingsong was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "It's a Gweilo named Alfred; this guy is an Assistant Superintendent in Customs."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said: "I see. I'll look into this later. Drag it out as long as you can on your end, and only call me when you really can't drag it out anymore."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Huo Qingsong was instantly overjoyed and hurriedly expressed his thanks: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, thank you, Mr. Chen."

After the matter was discussed, Huo Qingsong very tactfully withdrew.

Huo Yingnan had not spoken before, and only after Huo Qingsong left did he say to Chen Jiajun: "A Jun, is it troublesome?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "Since you brought it up, Nan Ge, how could it be a problem? Besides, I feel there is indeed something wrong with this matter; the timing is a bit too coincidental."

"What timing?" Huo Yingnan was stunned for a moment and said.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "The timing of the oil shortage back home! This damn Gweilo, as long as there is even a small chance, he will try every possible way to restrict the development of the homeland."

After hearing this, Huo Yingnan's expression also became serious: "Is the situation very grave?"

"Not grave for the moment, but if it continues like this, there might be some small trouble." Chen Jiajun frowned and said: "Although the elders at home already have the idea of developing the western region—there are oil fields there! But I'm afraid it will take many years to implement; during this period, we will be kept in a chokehold by others."

"These damn Gweilos!" Huo Yingnan said through gritted teeth after hearing this.

"Huo Qingsong has always been trading with people from the homeland, right?" Chen Jiajun asked.

"That's right! Qingsong has always followed this route."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said: "Then it must be the Gweilos from England making trouble; I'm definitely going to handle this matter!"

Huo Yingnan nodded and said: "If there is anything you need our help with, just say the word; I'll tell Bao and the others."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said with a sneer: "It seems the Chinese capital and the British capital are going to have another showdown!"

Having obtained Chen Jiajun's nod of help, Huo Qingsong felt completely relaxed.

Although Chen Jiajun hadn't mentioned helping from beginning to end, Huo Qingsong knew the Big Boss must have taken it to heart.

He prepared to drive back with a happy face, and even bought some groceries when passing by the wet market.

At this time, Huo Qingsong's right-hand man said to him: "The Madam called just now, saying that your relatives are waiting for you at home!"

Huo Qingsong's face immediately fell: "Is that so?"

"In the last few weeks, Wenbao and San Shu have been very active outside!"

"I know!" Huo Qingsong's expression was very ugly.

Returning home, as soon as he entered the villa courtyard, he found several people waiting for him.

Huo Qingsong ignored these people and walked toward the house carrying the groceries.

These relatives of Huo Qingsong immediately followed him.

After entering the house, Huo Qingsong instructed his nanny: "Tell them to take off their shoes before coming inside!"

Although he didn't express his dissatisfaction directly, it was clear that Huo Qingsong was already very annoyed with these few people.

After entering the house, the frivolous-looking Wenbao deliberately said loudly: "I say Qingsong, you are our leader; if you tell us to wait, how would we dare not to?"

"But we've already been waiting for months, what should we do next? The oil peddlers who sell oil to us aren't doing business with us anymore! And another thing! We've been put on a blacklist; let alone getting rich, even leaving Hong Kong to spend money has become a problem!"

"Now the brothers can't take it anymore; even those moles among the oil peddlers are asking for an exorbitant price, demanding we give them an 80 million security deposit! 80 million! Big Brother, there hasn't been a single cent of income in these past few months! Where are we supposed to find 80 million for a deposit?"

Huo Qingsong ignored this guy and just chopped the meat in the Kitchen, making a "thwack-thwack" sound.

Wenbao sneered and said to the others: "80 million! In-law, do you have it? San Shu, do you have it? I've already talked it over with Brother Donghai; he will be responsible for that 80 million! How we distribute the profits in the future will be decided by us, and most importantly, his company can join in!"

"Cooperation is all about strength; his business is much bigger than ours, don't you all agree?"

Wenbao revealed his true colors, directly exposing his own little scheme.

It was clearly betraying his own side! But none of Huo Qingsong's relatives spoke; they just watched him quietly.

The arrogant and domineering behavior of this bastard Wenbao had long since pushed Huo Qingsong to his limit.

You have to know that their small family business was only able to gain a foothold in Hong Kong because Huo Qingsong used his connection with Huo Xiansheng.

Without this connection, how would a few mainlanders be qualified to touch the Red Oil business? And be able to make the business so big?

Now that there was a small problem, some people were clamoring to split the family; this was something no one could accept.

So Huo Qingsong made an issue of it, grabbed a kitchen knife, and was about to hack Wenbao: "I told you to take off your shoes before coming in, are you fucking deaf?"

But just because Huo Qingsong tested him like this, that bastard Wenbao actually pulled out a gun directly: "Come on! Come on!"

Huo Qingsong put down the kitchen knife in his hand and sneered, "You even brought a gun; you've already agreed with Wu Donghai to come and kill me, right?"

Wenbao naturally denied it, pointed the gun at Huo Qingsong, and said, "Don't you go around slandering people!"

But just at this moment, San Shu, who had been standing with Wenbao the whole time, suddenly changed his tune and said to Wenbao, "I told Qingsong about your deal with Wu Donghai!"

Wenbao was shocked on the spot and said to San Shu, "Uncle-in-law, have you forgotten how your son Dayong died? If he hadn't swapped shifts with Dayong that day, would Dayong have died?"

But San Shu said directly at this moment, "Qingsong has already raised eighty million!"

Hearing this, Wenbao was dumbfounded on the spot. The reason he dared to be so arrogant was that he was certain Huo Qingsong had no way to come up with this eighty million as a deposit.

Now that he heard San Shu say that he had actually scraped together this eighty million, he was naturally very surprised.

Cheng Shu shouted at Wenbao, "We're relatives, why go this far? Put the gun away, do you want to stop being relatives altogether?"

Seeing the people who had originally stood on his side turn against him one after another, Wenbao was full of disbelief.

He didn't know why, all of a sudden, everyone had changed their tune and stood with Huo Qingsong.

Clearly, just a few days ago, they had all agreed to pressure Huo Qingsong together.

Cheng Shu's son said to his father, "Dad, are you senile? He's here to turn against us now! Still relatives? Cousin is our real relative!"

Cheng Shu heard this and nodded, "Well said!"

As he spoke, he took a step back and stood with Huo Qingsong.

Looking at these few guys in front of him, Wenbao laughed in extreme anger, put away the gun in his hand, and said to everyone, "Fine, so that's how you want to be relatives, right? Since we're relatives, don't blame me for not warning you. Brother Donghai said, if we can't reach an agreement, he won't let you off!"

As he spoke, he turned around and intended to leave Huo Qingsong's house.

But just at this moment, a figure flashed from behind Wenbao.

Wenbao's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at the blood-stained blade tip protruding from his chest in disbelief.

Then the shock on his face turned into pain, and he reached out to grab the gun behind his back.

But at this moment, the bodyguard beside Huo Qingsong grabbed Wenbao's arm and covered his mouth.

And San Shu glanced at Huo Qingsong, rushed over with a kitchen knife in hand, and slashed open Wenbao's throat with one strike.

Watching Wenbao struggle like a dead fish, San Shu said in a panic to Cheng Shu and his son, "Aren't you coming to help? Qingsong pulled strings to finally connect with Hung Hing; he's doing this so we can all be of one mind in the future!"

It was clear that their previous cooperation with Wenbao was real.

But it was also true that they had turned against him now.

Because Huo Qingsong used his connection with Huo Xiansheng to connect with Dalao Jun! In Hong Kong, who doesn't know what kind of figure Dalao Jun is? Even if he has washed his hands of the business, which triad in all of Hong Kong would dare not give Chen Jiajun face?

With such a big shot making a move, what is Wu Donghai but trash? Even the Red Oil business, he believed, would soon be able to recover.

Since that was the case, why would they continue to be stubborn with a guy like Wenbao? Did they think they had too long to live? So San Shu submitted his "letter of intent," and Cheng Shu and his son naturally wouldn't fall behind.

Huo Qingsong picked up Wenbao's mobile phone and opened the voice recording. Sure enough, it was a message left by Wu Donghai: "Wenbao, Huo Qingsong thinks we have no way to deal with him. Let's take advantage of his lack of preparation and finish him off today. Call me back quickly!"

Huo Qingsong sneered and said to everyone, "Wu Donghai wants to kill me, huh! Let's finish him today, tell people to get ready to work!"

Cheng Shu and the others nodded, and after hacking Wenbao to death, they began to dispose of the body.

But just at this moment, Huo Qingsong's heavily pregnant wife suddenly rushed over with a phone in her hand, looking anxious and crying incessantly to Huo Qingsong.

"What's wrong?" Huo Qingsong said with a look of surprise.

Looking at his wife's phone, Huo Qingsong picked it up and listened, his expression changing instantly.

Because this was a ransom call; his son, who was in kindergarten, had been kidnapped.

"Get eighty million in cash ready, don't you dare call the police, do you hear me?" The kidnapper's voice came from the other end of the line.

Huo Qingsong's face changed immediately, and he asked at once, "Who are you? Which side are you from?"

Unfortunately, the other party had no intention of answering and hung up the phone directly.

"What, Huo Qingsong's son was snatched?"

Chen Jiajun was very surprised to hear this news: "Have you found out who did it?"

The Information Officer under his command shook his head and said, "Not yet, but this guy killed his own cousin-in-law Wenbao, and this Wenbao was very close to Wu Donghai. Anyway, Huo Qingsong seems to have pegged this guy."

"Also, the Hong Kong Police have intervened in the Red Oil matter! They are pressing Huo Qingsong for the people and locations involved in the trade!"

Hearing this news, Chen Jiajun frowned and said, "Tell Huo Qingsong to go find Li Wenbin; he will resolve the matter. As for this Wu Donghai, what's his background?"

"A White Paper Fan of Fuyi, nicknamed Donghai Long, he's been very prominent lately." The Information Officer thought for a moment and said, "This kid is a brainy one; his business is doing quite well. He specializes in pirated videotapes and real estate agency business!"

"Oh?" Chen Jiajun became interested at once: "Although they are all grey industries, they look pretty good!"

The Information Officer nodded and said, "This kid also wants to wash his hands and enter the real estate industry, but because his capital isn't enough, he recently started the Red Oil business! The whole world is short of oil; this is a good deal."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Do this: go find the people from Fuyi and tell them I want to have a chat with Wu Donghai."

The Information Officer said with some surprise, "Boss, isn't that giving this kid too much credit!"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "I like smart gangsters; people like that usually know how to make trade-offs."

"I understand, Boss." The Information Officer nodded and went down.

On the other side, at the Fuyi branch office.

Wu Donghai appeared very irritable; he knew that the secret pawn he had placed had been removed by Huo Qingsong.

It was just that he hadn't expected Huo Qingsong to be so decisive, slaughtering Wenbao before he could even make a move.

You have to know that he had invested quite a bit in Wenbao.

This bastard still owed five million in his gambling den! Just as Wu Donghai was preparing to go and cause trouble for Huo Qingsong, a subordinate ran into his office: "Boss, someone is looking for you!"

Wu Donghai said impatiently, "Who is it? Don't you see I'm busy?"

"Uh... it's someone from Hung Hing!" the subordinate said hurriedly.

"Hung Hing?" Wu Donghai immediately stopped what he was doing and said with a look of surprise, "What do people from Hung Hing want with me?"

"I don't know, but he specifically asked to see you!" the subordinate said honestly.

Wu Donghai thought for a moment: "Then invite him in! Remember to be polite!"

"Understood!" The lackey quickly left the office.

A moment later, a young man wearing a black suit walked in.

"Brother Hai, our boss would like to invite you for a chat, tonight at seven at the Peninsula Hotel Restaurant." The young man did not waste words and spoke directly to Wu Donghai.

Wu Donghai was stunned for a moment: "Brother Yuk is looking for me? I recall that I don't seem to have any dealings with Hung Hing?"

The young man smiled and said: "It's not our branch leader, it's Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Chen?" Wu Donghai said in sudden astonishment: "Mr. Chen is inviting me to dinner?"

"That's right!"

Wu Donghai didn't even consider it and agreed immediately: "Good, I will definitely arrive on time."

Although he didn't know what Chen Jiajun wanted with him, Wu Donghai knew he had no right to refuse.

Not to mention that he was only a high-ranking member of Fuyi, even if their Fuyi branch leader, Master Fu, wanted to meet Chen Jiajun, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. (End of chapter)