Chapter 677

For these three days, Gao Zong had been locked in the detention room; except for the police officer responsible for delivering his meals, no one paid any attention to him.

On the first day, this guy acted very indifferent, walking back and forth in the detention room of less than ten square meters with his hands behind his back, just like he was in his own living room, and when he was happy, he would even sing a few lines from *Sha Jia Bang*.

On the second day, after eating breakfast, he even shouted "1, 2, 3, 4, 2, 2, 3, 4" and did a set of radio calisthenics. Because he knew that regardless of his family or his old leader,

after yesterday's operation, they would definitely exert force today, and he would be able to go home tonight. As for Chen Erhei, with Ha Shizeng there, he estimated he had already gotten out yesterday.

So, this guy was in a very good mood. It was just that whenever he thought of Zhang Zhonghui, his good mood vanished instantly.

He thought bitterly that for over a year, during holidays and festivals, giving them so many comfort items was worse than feeding a dog.

If a dog ate it, it would still bark at me twice and wag its tail. You guys are great; you ate mine, and you're still baring your teeth at me, motherfucker.

He didn't even eat lunch, thinking that his family would definitely welcome him home, and he would eat when he got back tonight.

Then this guy started to look forward to it, but as time passed, his mood became a bit irritable.

Dinner was delivered, and he still didn't touch a bite. The police officer came to collect the bowl and found that this guy hadn't eaten again, just frowned.

Whether he ate or not, he wouldn't starve to death in these two meals, and the police officer didn't care, nor did he ask.

Gao Zong lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He didn't know what time it was, but suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him: when you ask a leader to handle something, how can you expect them to do it for you the moment you ask? They have to drag it out a bit.

Just like when someone asks me to handle something—if I do it for you the moment you ask, my favor wouldn't be worth anything.

Yes, that must be it. I'll definitely be able to get out tomorrow.

Once he figured it out, his heart relaxed, and then he felt his stomach was so hungry it was sticking to his back, making him even more unable to sleep.

Waking up in the morning, with dark circles under his eyes, he washed his face and looked forward to breakfast being delivered quickly.

Finally, the police officer delivering the food came: two corn buns and a bowl of cabbage leaves boiled in plain water.

For these two days, he had been eating this stuff every meal, and every time he had to grit his teeth to swallow it.

But this meal, he ate it with true relish; it was eaten clean in a few minutes, and he still felt a bit unsatisfied.

However, even if someone gave him more food, he wouldn't eat it; he was waiting to go home to eat.

But this day passed quietly again, and by this time, he was truly a bit scared.

Especially at night, thinking of the words Zhang Zhonghui had said to him—that Dicos had a big background—his heart suddenly panicked.

On the fourth day, Gao Zong, whose spirit was a bit withered, held a corn bun, took only one bite, and then sat there in a daze.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the detention room door opened. Dajiang walked in, and seeing Gao Zong's appearance, he snorted coldly in his heart: *You brought this on yourself. *

"Chairman Gao, are you done eating?"

Gao Zong jumped, raised his head, and saw it was Dajiang. He threw the bun in his hand to the ground and said excitedly.

"Are you letting me out?"

"Out?" Dajiang said with a cold laugh: "Come with me!"

"Good, good, good!"

Gao Zong happily followed Dajiang out, but after walking a few steps, he was sent into a room.

Inside, there was only a table and three chairs. He hadn't been to such a place, but he had seen it plenty of times on TV; this should be an interrogation room.

Dajiang said coldly: "Sit there!"

Gao Zong's lips trembled: "No... no... aren't you letting me out?"

"When did I say I was letting you out?" Dajiang pointed to the chair. "Go over there, sit down!"

Gao Zong went over in a trance and sat on the chair.

Dajiang sat opposite Gao Zong, and soon, Zhang Zhonghui arrived.

"Chairman Gao!" Zhang Zhonghui sat down. "Our police station has limited conditions; the food and accommodation aren't very good, please bear with it."

Seeing Zhang Zhonghui, Gao Zong seemed to have grabbed a straw to save his life: "Officer Zhang, you must help me."

"Help you?" Zhang Zhonghui shook his head helplessly: "I gave you the opportunity a long time ago, but you didn't take it. What else do you want me to do to help you?"

Gao Zong opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Zhang Zhonghui said: "I even warned you that Dicos's background isn't as simple as you think, but you didn't believe me. You kept thinking that with your own network of relationships, you could definitely get yourself out. How is it now?"

At this time, Dajiang placed the transcript in front of Gao Zong: "Sign it. The more you resist, the more disadvantageous it will be for you."

Zhang Zhonghui took out a cigarette and lit it for Gao Zong: "I didn't even handcuff you, just because I still treat you as a friend and don't want to make it too embarrassing for you."

Gao Zong held the cigarette with trembling hands, took a fierce drag. Now his heart was in chaos; he didn't know what to do.

Zhang Zhonghui also lit a cigarette: "Sign it. With Dicos watching, no one can help you, and no one dares to help you. Once you're sentenced and Dicos stops watching you, your family can operate a bit, and you'll be out soon."

Gao Zong asked with a hoarse voice: "How many years can I be sentenced for this matter?"

Zhang Zhonghui pondered for a moment: "Because it didn't cause serious consequences, at most three to five years."

Gao Zong was silent, taking drag after drag of his cigarette until it was finished. Then he gritted his teeth, took the pen, signed his name, and then pressed his fingerprint.

Zhang Zhonghui pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "Actually, these past few days, I was also waiting for certain calls, but there wasn't a single one."

Gao Zong's body shook; these words were very clear—it was telling him that Chen Erhei was also in there.

Zhang Zhonghui stood up, walked to the door, and when he pushed it open, he looked back at Gao Zong. "This time, Chen Erhei is doomed."

………………

Ha Shizeng, in his forties, not tall, weighing over two hundred pounds, not a single hair on his head, biting on a cigarette holder.

This guy, so fat, could actually sit cross-legged on a red rice bed, with an incense burner beside him emitting pale green smoke. Sunlight came in from the window, illuminating the puffs of smoke into an orange-red color.

"Master Zeng!" A young man pushed the door and walked in. "That person is here!"

Ha Shizeng, who had his eyes closed, opened them instantly upon hearing the young man's words.

At this time, a young man wearing black casual clothes and myopia glasses, looking very scholarly, walked in.

"I say, Old Ha, this courtyard of yours is truly good. Sometimes I even think about living here for a while, away from the city."

Ha Shizeng smiled: "Come if you want; no one is stopping you."

The young man waved his hand, sighing: "I don't have your leisure. Not to mention the many businesses in my hands, just those shops—collecting rent alone is enough to live a carefree life."

Ha Shizeng said: "What Chairman Jia does is what you call business. Even drinking the soup following Chairman Jia is a hundred times better than my small-time tinkering."

The young man walked around the room with his hands behind his back, then looked at a painting hanging on the wall.

"I came just to tell you: Chen Erhei cannot be saved."