Chapter 1241: A Dog

Zhao Yugang lowered his eyes. He didn't need to look at the content; he recognized the signature font at a glance. That was Wang Bowen's handwriting.

He was too familiar with Wang Bowen's signature because no matter what happened, Wang Bowen liked to do it himself, and he had to sign for both big and small things.

"I have always been loyal to him, why did he betray me?"

Zhao Yugang found it very difficult to accept, muttering in his mouth.

Cao Jindong patted him on the shoulder again, "Your loyalty, in Wang Bowen's heart, is actually just a dog, for a piece of meat he threw on the ground at will.

Now he is trapped in prison, and you, this loyal dog, for him, the only meaning of existence is to die for him. If not, he is also afraid of being bitten back by you."

Zhao Yugang was struggling violently in his heart. He didn't want to believe Cao Jindong's words, but the statement was right in front of him, and Wang Bowen's signature made his eyes ache.

"I've said what I should say." Cao Jindong sighed, "Are you willing to stretch your head and take a knife for Wang Bowen, or honestly confess, strive for major meritorious performance, save your head, and think about it yourself."

Cao Jindong put away the statement, turned and left the interrogation room, and returned to the office.

As long as Zhao Yugang confesses everything, he can be considered to have a way out. As for whether this road is wide or narrow, it depends on God's will.

If it's wide, he can retreat completely; if it's narrow, he still has to stay inside for a few years, but his head can definitely be saved.

At this time, Zhao Baoli, including the secretary and county magistrate, as well as other county leaders, were like ants on a hot pot.

Especially the heads of the bureaus below, their bodies were being roasted by fire, fearful, afraid, crawling around, just unable to find an exit.

Holding the phone, they didn't know who to call, because they knew very well in their hearts that it was useless to call anyone.

However, there was one exception, and that was Chen Hancheng. This guy was surprisingly calm.

He smoked a cigarette in the office, drank two cups of tea, and before it was time to get off work, he took his briefcase and left the office.

Then he drove his Santana, circled around the county, then found a restaurant, ordered six dishes, asked for a bottle of wine, and started drinking alone, looking very leisurely and comfortable.

It wasn't until the sky darkened outside that this guy settled the bill, walked out of the restaurant leisurely, and after getting into the car, headed straight for the suburbs, finally parking the car at the gate of a farmer's house.

This courtyard wall was high, with heavy wooden doors painted with red lacquer. Not to mention the house inside, just this courtyard wall and gate were second to none in this area.

*Bang bang bang... *

Chen Hancheng raised his hand and smashed the gate heavily several times. Soon, a shout came from inside, "Who is it!"

"Me, your second uncle!" Chen Hancheng replied.

Then he heard hurried footsteps getting closer, and immediately after, the large iron gate opened with a *creak*.

A man in his thirties, not tall, thin and lean, appeared in front of him.

"Second Uncle!"

"Open the gate."

Chen Hancheng said a word, turned and got into the car. After the man opened the gate, he drove the car into the courtyard and parked it in front of a two-story building.

The man walked over quickly; he was actually a lame man, "Second Uncle, why are you here so late?"

Chen Hancheng slammed the car door, "Come to get something."

This house was built by Chen Hancheng a year ago. Of course, he didn't spend a penny on all the labor and materials for the house.

After the small building was built, he brought this disabled nephew who had been a bachelor to watch the house for him.

"Find me a pickaxe." Chen Hancheng entered the house, and then went down to the basement under the stairs.

Soon, the man brought a pickaxe down. This was his first time coming to the basement.

Because the basement was locked with an iron door, Chen Hancheng also warned him that no one could enter the basement.

Chen Hancheng pointed to the combination cabinet placed against the wall in the basement.

"Move the cabinet away, it doesn't matter if it's broken, just move it away."

The man was stunned. He didn't know what his second uncle was going to do. He was very puzzled in his heart, but didn't dare to ask.

He was disabled himself, and his stature was thin and small, so it was too strenuous for him to move the combination cabinet alone.

Simply not afraid of breaking it, he let go of his hands and feet and pushed the combination cabinet over directly.

*Bang! * The combination cabinet fell to the ground, the sound of glass breaking followed, and then smoke and dust rose everywhere.

"Cough cough cough..."

Chen Hancheng choked and coughed, and hurriedly retreated.

The man also ran out, and only entered after the smoke and dust dissipated.

Just when the man was bending over, struggling to move the combination cabinet to the door, Chen Hancheng said.

"Just like this, don't move it, go find me two urea bags."

"Alright!" The man walked away quickly, limping.

Chen Hancheng stepped on the combination cabinet, stood in front of the wall, looked at it, and then raised the pickaxe and dug heavily into the wall.

*Puff! *

The tip of the pick was embedded in the wall, and then with a little force, *bang*, the whole wall skin fell off. Chen Hancheng ran out quickly, and it was another smoke and dust.

After the smoke and dust dispersed, it was clear that oil-paper bags, each the size of an aluminum lunch box and tightly bundled, were neatly placed against that wall.

"Second Uncle!"

The man walked in with two urea bags. When he saw the oil-paper bags neatly placed there, he was stunned, but he didn't ask anything.

Chen Hancheng took the urea bags, walked over, and packed all the oil-paper bags into the bags in one go, and then lifted a bag with force.

"Carry this bag and send it to my car."

"Alright!"

The man walked over, tried to move it, and then used all his strength to lift it, feeling it was heavier than a bag of urea.

The two left the basement and put the two urea bags containing the oil-paper bags into the trunk. Chen Hancheng let out a long breath.

Just about to get into the car, he suddenly looked at his nephew and took out a stack of large bills from his briefcase, which must have been more than ten thousand.

"This money is your salary in advance."

The man was stunned, looking at the thick stack of money and didn't dare to take it.

"This... this is too much."

Chen Hancheng smiled, grabbed his nephew's hand, and patted the money into his hand.

"Take it. If no one comes here, you live in the house. If someone comes, ask you anything, you say anything. If they want to collect the house, you give it to them."

The man held the money, watched his second uncle get into the car and leave, and stood in the courtyard without moving.

He was disabled, but his IQ was not disabled. What was wrapped in those oil-paper bags, he didn't see, but he had already guessed.

He also understood that his second uncle left this time and might never come again.

Chen Hancheng parked the car downstairs at his home, looking at the lights on at home, wanting to go up and see his wife and children.

But he hesitated and hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth, turned the steering wheel, and sped away. ===== CHAPTER 1242 =====