Chapter 356: The Scent of Danger

Feng Xingping laughed in anger, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.

Old Lin was still thinking about going back to his room to get a chair, but suddenly seeing Feng Xingping leave, he followed him out, not knowing what was going on.

Jia Fan glanced at Zhou Andong, admiring him more and more in his heart. Being able to manipulate a battle-hardened old discipline inspector to the point where he couldn't vent his anger was definitely a great skill.

However, he also understood that Zhou Andong being so fearless could only mean one of two things: either he had a powerful background, or he was truly clean, without a speck of dust on him.

"Director!" Old Lin wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't.

Feng Xingping said coldly: "Go back to your rooms and get some rest early."

His talk with Zhou Andong was actually to pry something out of his mouth. But seeing Zhou Andong, who was like a slippery eel, he knew his usual tactics wouldn't work on him. Why stay here and let that bastard play with him?

"Bastard!" Feng Xingping cursed in a low voice, "I hope you can still be this arrogant after I find evidence."

That night, some slept well, and some tossed and turned.

An Jing didn't sleep well that night, her mind constantly thinking about Zhou Andong's affairs. Don't look at how she kept comforting Zhou Anqin; in fact, she was also very worried.

She had been hesitating whether to call Jian Qiu, but thinking that calling Jian Qiu would only make her worry without being able to help, she dismissed the idea.

Others who didn't sleep well were Tong Huaiyu and Lin Guosheng, who kept thinking about what happened that day. Especially when thinking of Zhou Andong, Tong Huaiyu hated him through gritted teeth, while Lin Guosheng was full of worry.

And Feng Xingping was the same, thinking about Zhou Andong all night, thinking about how to deal with him after finding evidence to eliminate the humiliation he suffered today.

Zhou Andong was the one who slept relatively well. A person who is thick-skinned will never treat themselves badly, no matter what.

The next day, Feng Xingping and the others got up early. They didn't have breakfast at the guesthouse but came out.

Feng Xingping stretched, listening to the birds chirping in the trees, breathing in the fresh morning air, and his mood instantly became pleasant.

"I've been to Jiangzhou several times, either passing through or investigating cases. This is the first time I've truly appreciated the morning scenery of Jiangzhou."

Old Lin said with a smile: "This is my first time in Jiangzhou. I heard the night market is huge and has many special snacks. After this case is closed, I must go see it."

Feng Xingping nodded: "Jiangzhou's night market is very famous. I want to see it too."

Kang Tong said: "When the time comes, let's all go together."

Feng Xingping checked the time: "Let's go, find a place to eat. We still have to continue working when we get back."

More than ten people walked along the road and soon saw quite a few people coming out of the intersection carrying vegetables they had bought.

"There should be a morning market ahead." Old Lin said.

"Let's go over and take a look!" Feng Xingping said: "If there's a morning market, there must be breakfast stalls."

Sure enough, after turning the corner, they saw the morning market. The long street was crowded with people, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining merged into one.

Feng Xingping and his ten-plus people squeezed through the crowd until they reached the other end of the morning market, where they saw the breakfast stalls. Soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, steamed buns, meat pies, lamb offal soup—it could be said that everything was available.

"Let's have some lamb offal soup and steamed buns." Feng Xingping walked over with great interest.

The leader wanted lamb offal soup, so who dared to object? They all followed him over.

The boss was thin and tall, in his fifties, wearing a white hat, and was busy serving lamb offal soup to customers.

There was also a fat woman of similar age picking up steamed buns from a steamer into a plate.

Suddenly seeing a large group of people come in, the fat woman hurriedly greeted them: "Sit inside quickly."

Feng Xingping asked with a smile: "Boss, what fillings do the steamed buns have?"

The fat woman said: "Beef and lamb."

Feng Xingping asked again: "Muslim?"

"Yes!" The fat woman nodded.

"Fine!" Feng Xingping found a seat and sat down, "Give us twenty lamb, twenty beef, and a bowl of lamb offal soup for everyone."

Old Lin said: "Put more pepper in mine."

"Put more in mine too." Zhang Zui also gave instructions.

Then, everyone looked at him, and a colleague said: "You'd better not put pepper in yours."

After a night's rest, Zhang Zui's stomach was already better. He originally wanted to say it was fine, but thinking about it, he decided not to eat spicy food. If he got sick again, it would be too miserable.

"No pepper in mine."

Soon, the steamed buns and lamb offal soup were served. Feng Xingping took a sip, gave a thumbs up, and said: "Boss, this lamb offal soup is very authentic."

The customer praised his craftsmanship, and the boss grinned: "I get up at one in the morning to stew it, stewing it on high heat for three hours, then bring it to the morning market and keep it on low heat. How could it not be authentic?"

Feng Xingping was eating happily when he suddenly saw Jiang Xiaobai placed on the table to the side.

"Boss, you sell Jiang Xiaobai here too."

"Yes!" The boss asked: "You aren't from Jiangzhou, are you?"

Feng Xingping nodded: "From Fengjing, here to handle some business."

"No wonder!" The boss said: "Jiang Xiaobai is produced by our Jiangzhou Winery. Although it's a bit expensive, young people really like to drink it. I've already sold seven or eight bottles this morning."

Speaking of this, the boss suddenly became a bit angry, "But the director of our Jiangzhou Winery was actually removed from his post. It is said that it was because he said two unpleasant sentences, offended a big leader from the province, and was retaliated against and removed from his post, and even taken away for investigation.

If you ask me, they just saw that the winery was making money and had bad intentions, so they used an excuse to remove Director Zhou from his post and then arranged for their own people to be the director, so they could line their own pockets."

Hearing this, Feng Xingping and the others' faces changed instantly. But they couldn't explain such things to this small stall owner, and it wasn't worth saying.

Two old men sitting nearby, one of them snorted coldly: "That big leader, what's his name? Feng Xingping? Ptooey, he looks like a corrupt official at a glance."

Another old man also cursed: "With corrupt officials in power, the winery won't have any good."

The first old man took a fierce bite of a steamed bun: "Those bastards, especially that Feng Xingping, definitely won't die well."

At this time, a young man said: "To be punished for words, that Feng Xingping is truly comparable to Qin Hui, a great traitor."

Feng Xingping's face suddenly turned pale, and his hand holding half a steamed bun shook, dropping it onto the table.

Feeling that he had lost his composure, he hurriedly picked it up and stuffed the bun into his mouth to cover up the unease in his heart.

Because he smelled a trace of danger, and it was aimed at him. ===== CHAPTER 357 =====