Chapter 2213

The light in the detention room was dim, and it was empty inside, with only a dilapidated small stool.

At this moment, Wen Sanmao was sitting on that small stool with a solemn face, his brows tightly locked, bitterly pondering exactly where things had gone wrong.

You have to know, last year he blinded a female celebrity's eye, and the matter blew up, eventually forcing him to be locked in a detention center for a full half-month.

But other than that, no matter when or for what reason, even if he was taken to the bureau by the police, he would be in one foot and out the other, never exceeding an hour.

However, this time it was completely unexpected; it was one thing for a small police station chief to dare to arrest him, but he actually dared to keep him locked up in the police station overnight.

Could it be that they hadn't received the news of his arrest yet?

That's impossible; others might be unreliable in their work, but Lei Ming would definitely pass this news out at the first opportunity.

Could it be that they had abandoned him?

That's also unlikely; you have to know, the benefits he brought them every year were astronomical, so how could they easily abandon him?

Although he wasn't completely irreplaceable, finding someone who could replace him wasn't that easy either.

Moreover, there were many variables in this; they were all smart people, and it was impossible for them to abandon a reliable and stable person they had cooperated with for many years, only to take the risk of changing people.

This guy hadn't slept from last night until now, his mind constantly thinking about this problem. But the more he thought, the less he could understand where things had gone wrong.

And what puzzled him even more was that after he was brought back last night, they didn't take any statements and locked him directly in here; except for someone delivering meals in the morning and at noon, he couldn't see a shadow of anyone else the rest of the time.

Just at this moment, the sound of a lock opening came from the iron door of the detention room, followed by a creak, and the door was pushed open.

Wen Sanmao looked up and saw it was the same police officer who led the team to arrest him last night, his eyes filled with ferocity.

Fang Hongbin walked in with a smile: "Wen Sanmao, how is it staying here?"

Wen Sanmao sneered: "It's quite nice here; it will become a memory I'll never forget in my life."

Fang Hongbin took out his cigarettes and handed one to Wen Sanmao: "Smoke?"

Wen Sanmao was stunned; everything on his person had been confiscated, except for his lighter and a Black Star pistol.

For an old smoker, one could go without food for a day and a night, but not having cigarettes was extremely uncomfortable.

Therefore, Wen Sanmao had no power to resist the cigarette Fang Hongbin handed to him, and he reached out and took it.

After Fang Hongbin lit it for him with his lighter, he lit one for himself, and only after taking a puff did he say.

"Do you know why I arrested you?"

This question made Wen Sanmao pause again, but the guy didn't say anything, just glanced at Fang Hongbin.

Fang Hongbin slowly squatted down, looking at Wen Sanmao: "Actually, I am a person who is very afraid of trouble. For small matters like last night, I hope you all resolve them privately yourselves.

But you, in front of hundreds of common people, ordered your subordinates to commit violence, and afterwards, you blatantly challenged me; do you know what kind of behavior this is?"

Wen Sanmao laughed, his face full of disdain and mockery: "I really don't know; why don't you tell me, what kind of behavior is that?"

Fang Hongbin also laughed, slowly stood up, but didn't answer him, instead continuing.

"Then have you thought about why, until now, no one has come to bail you out?"

Hearing this, Wen Sanmao's complexion finally changed, and he took a fierce drag of his cigarette.

Fang Hongbin patted Wen Sanmao on the shoulder: "Because you touched a bottom line that cannot be touched, so the leader wants to give you a lesson, to let you know what can be done and what cannot be done."

Wen Sanmao's body shook violently, his expression changing rapidly, comparable to a Sichuan opera face-changer.

He tried hard to recall every word and action from last night, but he racked his brains and couldn't think of what bottom line he had touched.

Fang Hongbin lowered his head slightly, looking down at Wen Sanmao in front of him with a condescending posture.

"In a while, Bureau Chief Du will send someone over to talk to you about some things. If you still want to get out of here, when that person comes, follow the instructions they give you, and at that time, you better cooperate with me obediently. But then again, if you never intended to get out at all, that's simple, just don't cooperate!"

Hearing this, Wen Sanmao's mind was suddenly in chaos.

Du Changhe was going to send someone to find him and give him instructions; what on earth was going on?

For a moment, countless questions surged up, plunging him into deep confusion, and his heart became even more uneasy.

According to common sense, for a small matter like his, Du Changhe could solve it with a phone call; why bother sending someone over specifically?

This could only explain one problem—he had indeed committed a serious mistake last night.

But Wen Sanmao racked his brains and couldn't figure out where he had gone wrong last night; this unknown fear was like an invisible giant hand, tightly gripping his heart, making him feel increasingly uneasy and nervous.

What was even more fatal was that Wen Sanmao knew very well who he relied on to still be alive and kicking.

Once he was abandoned and lost the support and protection of those people, he simply couldn't imagine what kind of miserable end he would face.

Seeing Wen Sanmao's dazed appearance, with sweat even breaking out on his forehead, Fang Hongbin started to laugh.

"I thought you weren't afraid of anything?"

Wen Sanmao took a deep breath: "What mistake did I make, and where did I touch the bottom line?"

Fang Hongbin still didn't answer him, but said: "Actually, I have always wanted to make friends with an entrepreneur like Boss Wen, but I never had the opportunity.

If you really want to know what mistake you made last night and what bottom line you touched, after you get out, we can find a place to sit down and chat."

Wen Sanmao's heart stirred, and that originally tense face finally slowly relaxed like a spring flower blooming, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint smile.

Since Fang Hongbin took the initiative to express that he wanted to make friends with him, this sent an important signal: the mistake he made last night wasn't as serious as he had imagined.

If it were before yesterday, he would have relied on the powerful backing behind him and wouldn't have even looked straight at a small station chief like Fang Hongbin.

But after experiencing last night's events, he deeply realized the true meaning of "the King of Hell is easy to see, but the little devils are hard to deal with."

Although the ones standing behind him were all Kings of Hell, he was ultimately arrested by this little devil Fang Hongbin and thrown into the detention room for a day and a night.

Therefore, Wen Sanmao reflected at this moment, feeling that he had fallen into a misunderstanding before and began to realize the problems existing within himself.

Before, he was blindly immersed in the sense of superiority of having a powerful backing, naively thinking that as long as he had a King of Hell behind him, there was no need to pay attention to those little devils.

But now it seems that such thinking was truly too foolish. If he could have gotten to know some little devils like Fang Hongbin earlier, the incident where he was thrown into the detention room for a day and a night with no one caring would definitely not have happened.

Moreover, there were many things that the Kings of Hell behind him found inconvenient to handle directly. But handing them over to these seemingly insignificant little devils would be very easy to solve.

Mainly, raising these little devils didn't cost much money; just feeding them a little food every month would keep them well-fed.

These thoughts flashed through Wen Sanmao's mind like lightning, and he immediately responded, his tone very sincere.

"Chief Fang, last night the incident happened suddenly, and several of my brothers were seriously injured, so naturally, I didn't feel very good, and my mood was terrible, so in a moment of impulse, I went a bit too far in my actions.

You, sir, have a magnanimous heart; please don't hold it against a simple-minded, uneducated brute like me."

Fang Hongbin stared at the Wen Sanmao in front of him with a face full of astonishment; this guy actually bowed his head to him and took the initiative to apologize to him—this was different from the rumors, and he wasn't that brainless after all.

Just as Fang Hongbin was about to speak, footsteps suddenly came from outside. The first to appear was Old Liu, and immediately behind him appeared a middle-aged man in plain clothes.

"Director Hou!"

Fang Hongbin's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the middle-aged man, but soon a warm, enthusiastic smile reappeared on his face, and he quickly took a step forward, tightly gripping Director Hou's hand.

"I really didn't expect Bureau Chief Du to actually send you to handle this matter!"

This guy was named Hou Guanghai, the deputy director of the Municipal Bureau's office. His rank was neither high nor low, and his appearance to handle Wen Sanmao's matter could be described as just right. However, this also exposed that he was a person on Du Changhe's line.

"Chief Fang, Bureau Chief Du asked me to come over and talk to Wen Liang; I'll have to trouble you with the subsequent matters."

Hou Guanghai was also very polite; although from the perspective of job rank, he and Fang Hongbin were the same, both at the deputy division level, yet when it came to the actual scope of power, there was a significant difference between the two.

Compared to being the chief of the Donghuamen Police Station, the gap with a deputy office director was still not small.

"Oh my!" Wen Sanmao also hurriedly stood up and quickly extended both hands to tightly grip Hou Guanghai's hand: "Director Hou, I really didn't expect to trouble you to make this trip personally because of my trivial matter.

It really makes me feel very uneasy; after I get out of here, I must find a good place and invite you and Chief Fang, the three of us brothers, to have a few good drinks."

Facing Wen Sanmao's such enthusiastic actions, Hou Guanghai couldn't help but feel puzzled, just like Fang Hongbin a moment ago, with traces of doubt appearing in his eyes.

Before this, Wen Sanmao, relying on Bureau Chief Du's support behind him, had never been this polite to him.

What on earth happened to make this guy suddenly change his temperament? Did he take the wrong medicine, or did Fang Hongbin do something to him?

Hou Guanghai had always worn a very warm smile on his face, and such a smile had become his signature feature; even when facing his own subordinates, such a smile had never changed in the slightest.

Not only that, Hou Guanghai was also famous for his good temper; it seemed he never knew what it meant to lose his temper.

Occasionally, when he encountered subordinates making mistakes and being criticized by higher-level leaders, he would always shoulder the responsibility without hesitation.

Precisely because of this, many people discussed privately that the key reason he had been hovering in a deputy position for so many years was that he had taken too many hits for others.

However, because of this, his popularity throughout the entire unit was surprisingly good, and his personal prestige was very high. Even at certain times, even the director's words would be met with lip service, but as long as it was something Hou Guanghai said, absolutely no one dared not to listen.

Hou Guanghai smiled and said in a soft voice: "Boss Wen, Bureau Chief Du asked me to come over and give you some instructions."

"Please speak, please speak; whatever instructions you have, just mention them, and I will definitely follow them!"

Wen Sanmao's low profile made Hou Guanghai's eye twitch constantly; he felt that something was going to happen—this was too damn abnormal; was he really Wen Sanmao?

If Hou Guanghai had read those time-travel novels of later generations, he would definitely think that a soul had already been swapped inside Wen Sanmao's body and the real Wen Sanmao was already dead, because this earth-shattering personality change was truly too magical.

Fang Hongbin suddenly took a deep look at Wen Sanmao, then walked out of the detention room. After arriving outside the door, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and skillfully lit it.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Fang Hongbin's brows were tightly locked; if this was the real Wen Sanmao, and the previous arrogance and domineering behavior were just a cover, then this guy was too terrifying. In his subsequent actions, he would have to be doubly careful.

In just over ten minutes, Hou Guanghai walked out of the detention room. He still wore that signature smile, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, which could make people let down all their guard just by looking at it.

"Chief Fang, Bureau Chief Du asked me to tell you that if you really can't find a suitable media outlet, he can help find some connections!"

"I have already contacted the China Youth Daily, and the reporter will come over tomorrow morning. Therefore, please tell Bureau Chief Du to rest assured; I will definitely complete the mission perfectly!"

Fang Hongbin was unusually calm and composed, even one could say light and breezy, and his tone was unhurried, invisibly establishing a kind of indescribable confidence.

A trace of astonishment flashed rapidly in Hou Guanghai's eyes; he never expected that Fang Hongbin could actually find a national-level media outlet like the China Youth Daily.

It seems that both he and Bureau Chief Du had underestimated this Fang Hongbin.

"Since Chief Fang has already arranged everything, then I'll leave it all to you."

Hou Guanghai smiled and shook hands with Fang Hongbin to say goodbye. After leaving the police station and getting into the car, he was still pondering whose person Fang Hongbin was; he must investigate thoroughly after returning to see if he could win him over.

Inside the detention room, Fang Hongbin looked at Wen Sanmao in front of him: "Boss Wen, do you know where the problem lies now?"

Wen Sanmao shook his head: "Director Hou only asked me to publicly apologize for my erroneous remarks and obtain the forgiveness of those two people; he didn't say anything else."

Fang Hongbin stared tightly at Wen Sanmao, trying to see from the other party's expression whether this guy was playing dumb. But in the end, he was disappointed; he couldn't see anything.

"Let's leave it at that for today; the reporter will come tomorrow morning. You think carefully about how to apologize; it must be sincere, and don't mess it up."

Wen Sanmao asked: "It's no problem for me to apologize, but what if those two people don't forgive me?"

Fang Hongbin smiled slightly: "The affairs of the world are nothing more than the two words 'interest.' As long as you can find their point of need and provide corresponding benefits or compensation, I believe there is no problem that cannot be solved."

After saying these words, Fang Hongbin didn't stay any longer, turned around, and left the detention room.