Chapter 219

Regarding the impossibility of living to an eighth day of the week, Lin Dongfan deeply sympathized—what sane person would ask for that much? Being able to cycle Monday through Sunday is enough; contentment brings joy.

So…

Since the bald scoundrel only spouts nonsense, not human words.

Lin Dongfan decided to help Yang Qing, letting him give that bald scoundrel a proper lesson.

Really give him a hard time!

Under the escort of two police cars, the procuratorate official vehicle Lin Dongfan was in slowly entered the service area. Before the car even stopped, Jia Yuzhang was already panicking.

What the hell are you trying to do?!

What on earth are you trying to do?!

Do you still have any professional ethics? Listen up, I have a heart condition—I could die from a fright! Are you really trying to get me into trouble?

Be rational, everyone!

If I die, it really won't benefit you.

……

The old bald scoundrel, on the verge of collapse, had tears welling in his eyes and his lips trembling.

He's just afraid of dying.

Lin Dongfan ignored him completely and straight asked Yang Qing: "Do you want to give him a hard time in the car or in the restroom?"

I'm hungry, let's go eat first.

Yang Qing got out of the car and summoned two brothers to stay and watch Jia Yuzhang, while the rest went to eat with the staff.

There wasn't much in the way of fine food; each person got a bowl of sheep offal noodles.

Yang Qing ate and chatted: "Look at that bald scoundrel's cowardly demeanor—his psychological defenses aren't strong either; he'd collapse at one hit. Tell me, what kind of deal do you want to make with him? I'll help you handle him."

I said I wanted to make a deal just to test his will to live, to see if, in a desperate situation, he'd cling to me as a lifeline, gripping me tightly.

Bored out of my mind.

You don't know squat—if he takes me for a lifeline, I'll have a way to make him spill everything, no matter how stubborn he is.

In Lin Dongfan's past-life memories, the Jia Yuzhang case took nine months to wrap up.

The reason the timeline dragged so long is partly because Jia Yuzhang is tight-lipped, refusing to divulge his powerful backer, and partly because the case is extremely complex and involves too many parties.

To achieve a quick resolution, we must put some thought into it.

After Shen Bing was apprehended, she once confessed: ever since becoming the bald scoundrel's underground mistress, it's been like opening Pandora's box—her life is full of scenery.

While working at the Haikuang Group, she rose from an inconspicuous junior staff member to the position of general manager in just ten years.

Under her direction.

Jianglan Oilfield's subsidiary lost money for three consecutive years, eventually falling into operational difficulties, and, under the guise of legality and compliance, transferred its assets at a low price to Jianglan Tianxing Group (the Gao Family Group).

At the time, Song Wen angrily slammed the table in a meeting, vowing to investigate the internal causes of the subsidiary's losses and root out the bad apples within the group.

That matter touched Jia Yuzhang's bottom line.

Under Jia Yuzhang's direction, Shen Bing pinned the loss on Song Wen and then had him eliminated, letting the matter die without evidence.

Afterward, Shen Bing left the Haikuang Group and ventured into the film and television industry.

With Jia Yuzhang's help, Shen Bing then met Wu Yongqiang, deputy director of the Jianglan Province Broadcasting and Television Bureau, and through his connections she also met Wang Puchun of the State Bureau's Film and Television Division.

At the time, although she was already in her thirties, she maintained herself well and knew how to play tricks.

Whether it was Wu Yongqiang or Wang Puchun.

Without exception.

All bowed down under her pomegranate skirt.

In the past two or three years, by fabricating film and television projects and falsifying application documents, she alone siphoned off over sixty million yuan in national special subsidies.

Using Wang Puchun's authority over project approvals, she coerced other film and television companies into collaborating with her, reaping profits like getting something for nothing, amounting to over seven hundred million yuan.

Behind every successful woman stand countless men.

As the navigator on Shen Bing's road to 'success,' Jia Yuzhang should be sentenced to death; now Lin Dongfan just wants to know how much value this bald scoundrel can still contribute before he dies.

For example, who exactly is he serving?

That's the key point.

Whether it's the Gao Family Group at the tail of the interest chain or Zou Yugang at the head, we need to get this bald scoundrel to let go of his reservations and tear into one of them.

If he grits his teeth and refuses to tear into anyone, the investigation timeline will be indefinitely extended.

The longer the timeline, the more variables there are.

Lin Dongfan slurped a mouthful of sheep offal noodles, and Peng Tianhua's voice sounded in his ear: "I think Section Chief Lin's approach is sound; if we can earn Jia Yuzhang's trust, things will go much more smoothly."

For the sake of the five million yuan in poverty alleviation funds, I'll show you a trick later.

Yang Qing lifted the noodle bowl and sucked two mouthfuls of the sheep offal broth.

Finally, he had eaten his fill and drunk his fill.

Thinking that the two brothers tasked with guarding Jia Yuzhang hadn't eaten yet, Yang Qing had the staff pack two portions of sheep offal noodles, specifically ordering them extra spicy, which those brothers liked.

"Not bringing a portion for Jia Yuzhang?" Peng Tianhua asked with a laugh.

Yang Qing pulled out a napkin, wiping his mouth as he said: "Skipping a meal or two won't starve him; feeding him too full would only make it harder to wear down his willpower."

Lin Dongfan also set down his chopsticks, intrigued, and asked Yang Qing: "How do you plan to give him a hard time?"

"Don't worry about it; I'll play the bad guy, you the good guy—it won't ruin your upstanding image." This guy Yang Qing excels at stirring up trouble.

He went to the service area store and bought a pair of eyebrow tweezers.

A small gadget women use to shape their eyebrows.

After returning to the car.

Yang Qing closed the car door and frankly told Jia Yuzhang: "Bald scoundrel, I think you're right—if you die midway, I'd surely be in trouble. Besides, you mustn't die, and you mustn't have a single injury on your body, or else we'd be suspected of torture to extract a confession, right?"

It's not too late to understand now.

Jia Yuzhang arrogantly chuckled, like a victor who had won back a round.

Unexpectedly, Yang Qing pulled out another pair of eyebrow tweezers: 'Yes, I accept your warning—take off your pants.'

What do you want to do?!

Jia Yuzhang clenched his legs, his eyes bulging in shock: 'I warn you, in broad daylight, don't mess around! I have zero interest in men.'

Damn, you make it sound like I'm interested in men!

Yang Qing finished speaking and then acted.

No matter how Jia Yuzhang howled and struggled, Yang Qing went crazy like a brutal beast, quickly stripping him down to just his underwear.

Besides, Jia Tulu's flesh is quite white; at a glance you can tell he's someone who lives in comfort.

Beast!

Jia Tulu was like a wronged little widow.

He clamped his legs and shrank his body.

With two pools of resentful tears, he glared hatefully at Yang Qing: 'I'm this old—how could you do this to me?! Lin Dongfan! Where have you died off to? This beast wants to mess with me—are you going to manage it or not?!'

Stop shouting; even if you shout your throat raw, no one will pay you any heed.

Yang Qing gave an evil smile.

He waved the eyebrow tweezers, shifting his gaze to Jia Tulu's luxuriant leg hair.

He gripped a strand of leg hair and yanked it hard.

Oh wuu!!!

The old man's painful cry was moving and tragic.

The echo had not yet faded.

Yang Qing then gripped a second strand of leg hair: 'Does it feel good?'

Oh wuu!!!

This was undoubtedly the most desperate moment of Jia Yuzhang's life.

Yang Qing wasn't pulling with the hair's growth direction but against it; that sour, refreshing pain could not be described in words.

After pulling out the second, he went on to the third, fourth…

Yang Qing happily plucked away: 'Tulu, confess and be lenient, resist and I'll pluck you bare—including that place; let me tell you, plucking the hair there really hurts…'