Chapter 205

Shen Bing, who was overseas attending an international film festival, hadn't closed a single film/TV project, and foreign distributors had zero interest in her red‑themed material.

She returned to the hotel and started cursing: "As long as they shoot according to my script, just the subsidies alone would let us rake it in—how could we lose? Damn, what a bunch of stupid foreigners."

The several assistants accompanying her dared not respond.

She complained again: "Domestic folks are also a bunch of idiots; I went overseas to discuss projects, also wanting to export our film/TV culture and promote national style, yet they actually turn around and say I'm giving money to foreigners."

The several assistants beside her still dared not speak, afraid they might accidentally provoke her.

Sister Bing has a big temper.

This is something everyone in the circle knows.

Shen Bing complained all the way until her phone rang, then she finally put away her bellyful of grievances.

Caller ID showed—drug addict.

"Yaobi" is the contemptuous label Shen Bing gave Jia Yuzhang, meaning that Old Jia needs to take drugs before every job—a worthless piece of trash.

Shen Bing first signaled the assistants beside her to leave.

After she got through to Jia Yuzhang's phone, she instantly changed like a different person, all flirtatious: "Master Jia, are you missing me again? I can't accompany you today—I'm overseas."

The line was silent, no sound at all.

Shen Bing was somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong, Master Jia? You wouldn't be angry with me, would you? I'm really overseas..."

"Today Lin Dongfan went to interrogate Kang Shaoxiong."

A low, deep voice came from the phone, implicitly exuding a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Shen Bing's expression slightly startled: "Kang Shaoxiong dares to bite people."

"The Kang knows his limits, he wouldn't bite recklessly." Jia Yuzhang replied.

Shen Bing immediately relaxed.

She tilted her head, clamped the phone between shoulder and ear, freed her hands to pour a glass of red wine: "You scared me—I thought he'd gotten tired of living, as long as he doesn't bite."

On the other end of the phone, Jia Yuzhang fell silent for a moment.

He then uttered a heavy piece of information: "They took Huang Suying for a psychiatric evaluation; it looks like they're determined to overturn Song Wen's case this time."

"I understand; I'll take care of this trouble right now."

"Do it swiftly."

"Rest assured handling things for me; if anything goes wrong I'll bear it alone, definitely won't implicate you."

Shen Bing's voice also grew much heavier, but that didn't stop her from savoring the wine in her cup; she drank as if it weren't wine but the blood of the lowly.

In her eyes, the clueless Huang Suying was nothing but a lowly person.

After hanging up with Jia Yuzhang.

Shen Bing then dialed Zhuzhi's phone: "Huang Suying misses Old Song; go see her off." A simple order, she said and hung up.

The wind fills the tower as the mountain rain approaches.

She again recalled the earlier call from Bai Xiaoshuang asking her to return to the country.

She couldn't help but feel doubtful.

She immediately called Shang Kexing of Shangshi Media to verify: "Boss Shang, I heard you went to my company today?"

"Yeah, you weren't there, so I made a wasted trip."

At that moment Shang Kexing was also in Jingcheng.

He had already received Lin Dongfan's call half an hour earlier; although he was speechless at Lin Dongfan's unreasonable demands, he still cooperated where acting was required.

There's nothing to be done—Lin Dongfan's wealth is growing exponentially each day, it's terrifying.

Shang Kexing countered on the phone: "When exactly are you coming back? I want to shoot a major patriotic film; the script is already done—The Long Lake Campaign."

"Soon—I'll be back in a few days; then I'll attend your victory celebration to show my support."

"Alright, I'll wait for your good news."

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now; we'll discuss other matters in detail after I return to the country."

After hanging up, Shen Bing also let out a breath, thinking that Lin Dongfan still lacked some evidence, so he didn't dare act against her for now.

For now, as long as we send Huang Suying away, the matter of Song Wen's suicide out of fear of guilt will be ironclad—no one can overturn it.

Thinking of that.

Shen Bing then sent Zhuzhi a message: "Before I return to the country, you must get this done."

"……"

Zhuzhi, who doesn't know pinyin input, as usual replied with an ellipsis.

Zhuzhi lives in a big courtyard compound inside the Third Ring Road, renting just a small room of a dozen square meters; his little den is messy like a slum, and he comes and goes alone each day.

Five years ago, he was still a gentleman thief who climbed over walls to break in.

One day he sneaked into Shen Bing's home, intending to steal some valuables and leave, but he inadvertently glimpsed her half‑hidden figure in the bathroom and instantly awakened his primal male urges.

He rushed over, dragged Shen Bing onto the sofa, and acted like a real man.

Afterward he worried Shen Bing would call the police.

He then thought to test Shen Bing's head with the hammer he carried, to see if it was sound, and then pack her into a large suitcase to send her to the Bridge of Helplessness.

Unexpectedly…

When he raised the hammer…

Shen Bing suddenly breathed out a half‑finished moan: "That was amazing, bro—you're a Section Chief, right? Can we go again? I'll pay you."

Zhuzhi was then dazed, suspecting he'd encountered a lunatic.

After that…

Zhuzhi thus became Shen Bing's on‑call tool—whenever she phoned, whether for bed or for hell, he'd comply without hesitation.

But Zhuzhi never considered himself a mere tool.

He felt he was a person who knew how to repay kindness.

In his view, a mature big sister like Shen Bing, who is capable everywhere, not only didn't call the police to arrest him, but also gave him another chance; after the deed, she took him shopping for clothes and gave him money to spend—that was a rebirth‑grade favor.

His life was originally gray, but having Shen Bing made it colorful.

These years.

He had already helped Shen Bing take out four people who didn't know their place.

Now!

Huang Suying is his fifth sniper target.

This time he doesn't plan to use a gun, because Shen Bing once told him that Jingcheng isn't the wilderness; one must be careful and not cause too much commotion.

He brought his portable hammer and set off in a secondhand minivan.

He staked out Huang Suying's doorstep for half a day but didn't see her return. The next day, he adjusted his surveillance strategy and tailed Peng Tianhua, who was in charge of the case.

Key witnesses must be protected——that's the experience Zhuzi has gleaned over many years.

Driving the minivan, he tailed them all the way.

But he didn't know:

In investigative and counter‑investigative ability, Peng Tianhua could easily be his master. Old Peng, after all, is a specialist who often walks by the river and never gets his shoes wet—only his trousers.

Peng Tianhua, sitting in the passenger seat, would occasionally glance at the rearview mirror.

He had long noticed the minivan tailing him behind.

Peng Tianhua pulled out his phone to call Lin Dongfan: "Director Lin, a minivan has been tailing me; I guess my recent investigative work has been too effective, and someone wants to take me out—do you think I should stop or not?"

"How many people are in your car?" Lin Dongfan asked.

Peng Tianhua replied: "Just me and Xiao Zhao; Xiao Zhao is driving."

Lin Dongfan replied: "You two good‑for‑nothings—if you try to fight, you'll definitely lose."

Peng Tianhua nodded in agreement: "You know my abilities best. Now I'm panicking—what should we do?"

"Drive the car to the police station."

"That won't work either."

"Why not?"

"If I run to the police station, they definitely won't follow. If I get away this time, what about next time? They might even find my home. The crucial point is we need to catch the person who wants to harm me."

"Then you first call the police, arrange a place with them, and lure the person to that spot."

"Looks like we have no choice but to do that."

After hanging up the phone, Peng Tianhua glanced at the rearview mirror again.

Seeing the minivan still tailing behind, he really felt a bit nervous; he truly didn't want to die, thinking that if he died, his wife would remarry and the kids would call someone else dad.

By then, the coffin boards of the Peng family's ancestors would all be blown sky‑high, impossible to weigh down.

This is a major matter concerning the Peng family's honor and disgrace.