Chapter 510: Sleeping Is a Technical Skill

Xu Jijun, born in the Naval Compound, had been the center of attention from the moment he was born.

As a child, he was the king of the kids in the compound.

As long as he was unhappy, the other kids in the compound dared not make a sound. The boys all called him Commander. Whether they were going to steal bird eggs or go to the mixed courtyard to fight, they obeyed his orders.

The reason is simple: in the Naval Compound, the person with the highest military rank was his grandfather.

Later, when he grew up, he went to Jianglan to attend university.

Although others didn't know he had a general grandfather, he had a sports car, and the roar of its eight‑cylinder engine was more alluring than the school bell.

With the boost of his luxury car, he remained the focus of the entire school.

Afterwards, he naturally became a central selected graduate. Everything had long been arranged for him by his family.

At that time, his family had planned two paths for him:

The first path: after graduation, first take a grassroots posting to train for two or three years, then be transferred back to work at the central ministries.

The second path: continue graduate studies, obtain a doctorate from a military academy, then follow the route of a military‑bigwig, inheriting the martial spirit of the older generation.

However……

Xu Jijun, however, rebelliously chose a third path—becoming Mr. G.

He made this choice because of his cousin Han Jinling.

Han Jinling's mother and Xu Jijun's father were siblings. When Han Jinling was six, her mother died of illness. Her father, Han Yansheng, then had her fostered in the Xu household.

At that time, Xu Jijun and Han Jinling played together every day, even sharing a blanket when they slept.

Their relationship was very close.

2007.

Han Jinling's father, Han Yansheng, was arrested for "illegal fundraising," later charged with "murder," and faced the possibility of a death sentence.

Han Jinling, distraught, ran to the Xu residence begging Xu Jijun's father to intervene.

At that time she cried like a tearful person, even kneeling before Xu's father, but he coldly refused. Later Han Yansheng was indeed sentenced to death and executed immediately.

On the day Han Yansheng was executed, the desperate Han Jinling also went up to the rooftop.

At that moment Xu Jijun lunged forward in a single stride, trying to grab her, but he was still a step too late—Han Jinling leapt from the rooftop.

If she had died, it would have been a kind of release.

But she didn't die from the fall; after being taken to the hospital she clung to life, spending the rest of her days in a wheelchair, never speaking again, like a mute whose heart had died.

That event deeply affected Xu Jijun.

Then he turned against his family, for the first time in his life opposing his biological father: "You are Jinling's maternal uncle—how could you stand by and let her die?!"

"Shut up!"

"How can you be absolutely sure Han Yansheng wasn't framed? How can you swear on your chest that he isn't taking the fall for someone else? You have the power to save him, yet you stand by—you're all in the same boat!"

"Slap!!"

Father Xu Chuping raised his hand and slapped Xu Jijun across the face.

At that time Xu Jijun didn't even feel the pain; he still glared at his father: "As a law school graduate, I can tell you clearly, the death penalty! It simply shouldn't exist in this world! Why not change 'death penalty' to 'life imprisonment'? Are you afraid that death‑row inmates will keep crying out for justice?"

"Slap!!"

Father Xu Chuping slapped Xu Jijun again.

Two slaps, front and back.

The slaps drove Xu Jijun to run away from home.

Afterwards, Xu Jijun became the elusive Mr. G, using his own means to change the world's "death penalty" rules.

In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed.

Han Jinling still sits in her wheelchair, each day like a numb living corpse. For seven years she hasn't uttered a word, and no one knows if she will ever speak again.

Over these seven years, Xu Jijun has also helped many corrupt officials who truly deserved to die, assisting them in escaping.

Xu Jijun has never regretted it.

These matters, he dare not openly lay them before Lin Dongfan, because Lin Dongfan is someone who hates evil like an enemy and approves of the death‑penalty system.

Today, under the pretense of a class reunion, he summoned Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing.

He simply wanted to test their attitudes.

As expected, just as he had anticipated, their values differ, and some issues admit no room for negotiation.

Xu Jijun gathered up his disappointed feelings.

He smiled and probed Lin Dongfan's background: "You are now both the Anti‑corruption Bureau Chief and the Chairman of Zhengtong Capital. Who oversees this dual role?"

"How could there be no oversight?" Lin Dongfan candidly replied: "When Zhengtong Capital was founded, it was also because work demanded it—a special case handled specially."

"Now that the Haishan case is clear, do these two identities mean you can only choose one?" Xu Jijun pressed.

Lin Dongfan smiled wryly, tilted his back, and took a sip of champagne.

Wine is a good thing, but this champagne isn't Lin Dongfan's favorite; it doesn't get you high, lacking the kick of Niulanshan.

Lin Dongfan gazed at the remaining wine in his glass and asked with a smile, "Is this fake booze?"

"Several ten‑thousand per bottle."

Xu Jijun could only force a smile; he saw that Lin Dongfan was deliberately changing the subject, not wanting to talk about work.

That's understandable.

We've all been out of school for years, never meeting, so our feelings have grown a bit distant. How could one possibly pour out one's heart about work matters?

Moreover, Lin Dongfan is an Anti‑corruption Bureau Chief, and his job is inherently sensitive.

Xu Jijun, sensing this, dropped the topic.

He glanced at his watch: "Tonight, do we go home to keep the family company for the reunion dinner, or stay here for a party? It's up to you. If you stay for the party, I'll call over a few beauties to liven things up."

Yang Qing immediately assumed a serious posture: "Xu Jijun classmate, you've fallen—you're trying to drag us down with you. Although I enjoy a party with drinks and meat, I crave progress more. 'Jin' of 'insert,' 'Bu' of 'Hamasaki Ayumi.' Any imported goods from island nations? Not for any other reason—I mainly want to avenge the martyrs."

Really fucking despicable.

If he weren't holding a glass of champagne, Lin Dongfan would really want to stick out his middle finger.

Yang Qing rolled his eyes disdainfully: "What's wrong with being despicable? To avenge the martyrs, is that wrong? A real man must have the resolve to sacrifice his essence for the country!"

Pffft~~~

Xu Jijun couldn't hold back; he snorted the champagne he had just taken into his mouth.

Yang Qing also said: "What a laugh, such a serious matter—how can it be child's play?"

Lin Dongfan said contemptuously: "You said you'd quit the bathhouse dragon, and I actually believed it; looks like I overestimated your integrity."

"Special matters require special handling—this is your pioneering move, boss, you forgot? Just now you mentioned those four words 'special matters require special handling'." Yang Qing spoke righteously: "I think tonight's situation is indeed special; it's New Year's Eve, we should be reunited as a family, but my wife is in Wuzhou and I'm in Jingcheng, mountains and rivers apart, urgently needing comfort."

"Fine, I'll arrange an imported one for you."

Xu Jijun immediately pulled out his phone, preparing to summon a beautiful woman.

Lin Dongfan frowned at the sound; the first thing that came to mind was the two words "risk". Sleeping is a technical skill—not just anyone can do it, nor can it be done anywhere.

If you can't sleep well, you just have to lie stiffly.

"Jijun, don't listen to his nonsense." Lin Dongfan gave Yang Qing a serious look: "After all this trouble coming to the capital, why not pay a visit to my old man?"