Chapter 1211

Ningdu Guesthouse, the glass doors were locked, with a notice posted saying internal maintenance, temporarily closed for business.

An Audi 100, a Santana, and a minivan were parked in front of the guesthouse.

A man in his forties, wearing a suit and weighing over two hundred pounds, got out of the Audi with a big belly sticking out.

When he saw the guesthouse main door locked and the notice about suspended operations, his brow furrowed.

"What's going on? Yesterday everything was fine, we notified them today there would be a reception, how did they suddenly stop business? Internal maintenance, what's that?"

A secretary-like young man said: "Secretary, why don't I call and ask?"

"Go ahead and ask." The middle-aged man had his hands behind his back, looking stern.

The secretary pulled out a big brother from his bag, the signal wasn't great, he walked to the side a bit, then dialed a number.

"Huh?" The secretary muttered: "Why can't I get through?"

Immediately, this guy dialed another number, and this time it connected: "I'm Wei Shiyong, Secretary Wu's secretary."

A woman's voice came from the receiver: "Oh, Secretary Wei, are you looking for my old Feng?"

"Yes!" Wei Shiyong said: "Where is he? Let him answer the phone."

The woman said: "This afternoon, he called back, saying some facility inside the guesthouse was broken, very troublesome, he had to stay at the guesthouse to repair it, these two days he can't go home."

Wei Shiyong frowned tightly: "But the guesthouse door is locked."

"Then I don't know either." The woman said.

Wei Shiyong hung up, then called the guesthouse general manager Feng Han Min's office, but it was always busy.

Then he called the guesthouse front desk, still busy, then dialed several numbers, still busy.

"What the hell." Wei Shiyong walked up to the door, pressed his face to the glass to look inside, pitch black, nothing visible.

Ningdu Squad Leader Wu Yuanqiang, that is, the guy with the belly sticking out, frowned and asked.

"What's going on?"

Wei Shiyong quickly walked back and explained the situation.

"What the hell is Feng Han Min up to?" Wu Yuanqiang said dissatisfied, turned and got into the car: "Let's go somewhere else."

They left, but inside the guesthouse, it was not as quiet as it looked from outside.

In the banquet hall on the fifth floor, there were about one hundred thirty to forty people gathered.

There were several men in their thirties and forties, crying like children, sniffling and wailing, looking as wronged as they could be.

And some were so furious they shouted curses, not caring about the cameras and recording equipment in front of them.

At this moment, a young man missing one arm was calmly recounting his experience.

Beside him sat a man in a wheelchair, occasionally adding a sentence or two.

Also there was an old man lying on a stretcher, a thin, malnourished-looking girl sitting beside him.

Young Lady Yang, who was interviewing, looked at the villagers before her, listened to their accounts, tears welling in her eyes.

Sitting to the side, holding recording equipment, Guan Shengjie, his expression looked calm, but the anger in his eyes could not be hidden no matter how hard he tried.

Just outside the banquet hall, over a dozen fully armed police stood guard, giving off an air of "outsiders keep out."

At the same time, in a meeting room on the fourth floor, a group of people had also gathered.

Besides over twenty fully armed police, everyone else was guesthouse leadership and staff, as well as guests staying at the guesthouse.

The meeting room windows had thick curtains drawn, blocking outside light from coming in and preventing inside light from leaking out.

A man in his fifties, with a grim expression, looked at Yang Gang: "Do you know what kind of behavior this is? Hmm?"

Yang Gang held a cigarette between his fingers, looked at guesthouse manager Feng Han Min, then sighed.

"Old Feng, we've been old acquaintances for a while, usually I call you Old Brother."

Yang Gang took a puff of smoke: "Some things I can't say, but have you ever thought, if there were no orders, would I dare do this?"

He didn't want to say much, but couldn't avoid saying it. Those service staff, cleaners, and kitchen chefs, he could ignore them, not explain.

But the guesthouse leadership, if he didn't say something, if something really happened, it would be hard to clean up.

Feng Han Min hadn't failed to consider this, but immediately denied it himself.

No matter what, which leader would issue such an order to put them under soft detention?

Doing this isn't just a violation of rules and discipline, it's illegal.

Unless war broke out and the whole country was under temporary military control, but how could that be possible.

Yang Gang stood up and walked behind Feng Han Min, patting his shoulder.

"Just these three or four days, here there's no lack of food or drink, I haven't restricted your activities, you can watch TV, there are mahjong tiles and poker cards, play if you want, time will pass quickly. By then, you'll understand everything, maybe you'll even thank me."

"I thank your father."

Feng Han Min cursed in his heart, no matter what he said, in the county he was also a person of some standing.

Being put under soft detention like this, once it gets out, who knows what it'll turn into, by then where will he put this old face of his?

But having said that, he's dissatisfied now and can't do anything, the gun is in their hands.

The night grew deeper, Yang Gang checked the time: "Alright, it's already past midnight, everyone go back to your rooms to sleep."

Some could barely hold on, hearing Yang Gang's words they all stood up and walked out.

Then they discovered, outside in the corridor there were still quite a few police, and not a few female police either.

Immediately, those female service staff including the cleaning aunties, each had a female police officer accompanying them back to their rooms to sleep.

Those men were the same, each had a male police officer accompanying them.

And Feng Han Min was personally accompanied by Yang Gang, which made Feng Han Min so angry he gritted his teeth.

"Am I now a criminal?" Feng Han Min coldly stared at Yang Gang, his tone very unfriendly.

"Old Feng, weigh the situation, brother." Yang Gang said helplessly: "I also have no choice, once some things get out, if people with ill intent find out……"

Saying this, Yang Gang made a gesture with his finger on his neck: "Then it's not a matter of me taking off this set of clothes; it's very likely I'll lose my head."

Feng Han Min's eye twitched violently; this afternoon, he had heard from the people below that Miss Yang from headquarters was staying at the guesthouse.

At that time, he was very curious—what was Miss Yang from headquarters doing in Ningdu, staying at the guesthouse? Had she mistaken someone?

When he was preparing to ask clearly, Yang Gang arrived with people and first cut off the guesthouse's communications.

Then he controlled all the staff of the guesthouse, and under the pretext of hunting down escaped criminals, he conducted room searches.

Immediately following, these unfortunate guests were also not brought under control.

Feng Han Min stared blankly at Yang Gang; only then did he suddenly realize that the guests of the guesthouse, like them, had all been locked in the conference room—but Miss Yang was not among them.