Chapter 891

Huang Jinrong's "Zheng Ju" made Zheng Congwen feel very comfortable. Although "Zheng Ju" is one character less than "Zheng Political Commissar", the seat he sits on is the chief seat of the City Bureau.

That seat has always been Zheng Congwen's dreamed-of paradise.

But...

What pleases Zheng Congwen even more now is the sexy female server walking toward him. This pretty female server is a college student who came to work part-time at the club to make a living.

She wasn't there to wipe water off the cue ball, there was no water on the cue ball to begin with.

She was there to set up the balls.

When she bent over, Zheng Congwen stared, eyes wide.

His heart also surged with a hot thought—this girl is really fucking hot! Her front protrudes, her back curves, those two long, slender legs—damn, they're straighter than a cue stick!

There was a moment like that.

Zheng Congwen really wanted to hug her tightly from behind, unleashing his manly vigor!

Unfortunately, lately things are tense.

The City Discipline Inspection Commissioner Shi Liantang and Lin Dongfan are thick as thieves; at the slightest sign of trouble, they immediately summon people to the Discipline Inspection Commission for tea.

Some people originally didn't show any telltale signs.

But they couldn't withstand the Discipline Inspection Commission's tactics.

Once seated in the Discipline Inspection Commission's summoning room, the nervous feeling is like holding in a bladder of urine—panicked and at a loss, they spill everything within minutes.

Zheng Congwen didn't want to make a mistake, so he forcibly nipped the thought of sinking a shot in the bud.

"Zheng Ju, shall you break first in this game?"

Smiling broadly, Huang Jinrong handed over a new cue stick.

After taking the cue, Zheng Congwen didn't rush to shoot but smiled at Huang Jinrong: "You invited me out; it's not just to play pool, is it? Speak plainly."

Hearing that, Huang Jinrong's face lit up with a brilliant smile.

"Zheng Ju, please this way."

Huang Jinrong waved to lead the way, bringing Zheng Congwen to the nearby massage chair, then turned and beckoned the curvaceous server to come over to pour tea and light a cigarette for Zheng Ju.

Once the atmosphere was suitably set.

Huang Jinrong got straight to the point: "Zheng Ju, I asked you to come today mainly about my brother's matter. He's been criminally detained for some days; can you think of a way to help?"

"This matter is a bit tricky."

Zheng Congwen slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his face full of embarrassment.

But Huang Jinrong laughed, immediately understanding that "difficult" meant it could be done, the key being to do the service work properly.

Huang Jinrong glanced at the pretty server who had just turned and left.

He then turned to Zheng Congwen and said: "Zheng Ju, the one who just poured your tea and lit your cigarette is my cousin; she's still in college, has never had a boyfriend, and is a budding flower. I heard your family's second son is looking for a tutor; why not do me a favor and let my cousin come tutor him?"

"My family's second son?"

Zheng Congwen blinked in surprise; my Zheng family had always strictly implemented the birth control policy, only having one son, a single line of descent—where would a second son come from?

After a moment's thought, Zheng Congwen suddenly realized and smiled: this "second son" is not a literal second son.

Lately things are tense.

At home, the "second son" has been skipping school for a while; he indeed needs a tutor to catch up.

Zheng Congwen laughed excitedly: "How shall we calculate the tutoring fee?"

"Zheng Ju, you're being formal; talking about money hurts feelings." Huang Jinrong laughed: "With my support, my cousin is never short of money. Letting her tutor is mainly to train her."

"Young people should indeed get more training."

Zheng Congwen glanced at the "cousin" from afar; that look of affection that could last a millennium instantly showed on his face—saying he wasn't itchy would be a lie.

A budding flower, hard to come by.

As he looked, Zheng Congwen suddenly withdrew his longing look, assumed an official demeanor, and said: "Director Huang, your brother's case has been personally overseen by Mayor Lin; this is truly difficult to handle."

Hearing that, Huang Jinrong's face slightly stiffened.

"What's the situation?"

Damn!

"You send me a cousin and I'm still not satisfied—your appetite, you bald-headed, is huge!"

Huang Jinrong steadied himself: "Zheng Ju, my cousin's great-uncle's distant nephew is a chauffeur; last month he drove your son and accidentally drove the car into a ditch."

At the time, your son was generous and didn't hold it against him.

But I think...

A man must take responsibility; what should be compensated must be compensated fully.

Yesterday I already notified my cousin's great-uncle's distant nephew to go to the 4S shop and pick up a new car to compensate your son; it can be delivered tomorrow.

"???"

Zheng Congwen was confused by the runaround.

He does have a son, no doubt, but whether Huang Jinrong's cousin's great-uncle actually has a distant nephew is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me.

Zheng Congwen took a slow drag of his cigarette.

He replied meaningfully: "Director Huang, I can see you're a person of broad vision. Regarding the car compensation, you should discuss it with my son. However..."

"Please speak, Director Zheng." Huang Jinrong waited attentively.

Zheng Congwen mused: "I already said it—your brother's case is being personally overseen by Mayor Lin. It's not that I don't want to help; it's that your preparations are inadequate."

"How should we prepare? Tell me, I'll do it." Huang Jinrong looked earnest.

Zheng Congwen finally showed a hint of a smile: "Let me give you a hint: this morning, our Mayor Lin, in front of provincial leaders, pledged a military order. If he can't get Cloud Peak Mountain Villa back to work within a month, he'll resign in disgrace. After that, you won't need me to tell you what to do, right?"

"What do you mean?" Huang Jinrong's eyes lit up, as if grasping something.

Zheng Congwen smugly smiled: "Exactly, that's what I mean. You're not suing Mortal Group, are you? As long as you withstand pressure from all sides, hold out to the end, drag it for a month or two, then Cloud Peak Mountain Villa won't be able to resume work on schedule. Once Lin Dongfan steps down, things will naturally turn out as you wish, and the world will be at peace."

"That's exactly what I mean!"

Huang Jinrong excitedly lifted his tea cup: "Today we must substitute tea for wine, and I raise a cup to you for world peace! You are like a beacon guiding the way; thank you for showing this lost little lamb the direction."

Flattering others, Huang Jinrong has never failed; otherwise he wouldn't have been able to lick Deng Chunning's ex-wife.

However...

Given the current situation.

Huang Jinrong simply wouldn't stoop to using that connection through Deng Chunning's ex-wife; in his view, using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken is the sort of stupid thing only a top-notch fool would do.

So he lowered his dignity and invited the lower-ranked Zheng Congwen out.

An unrelated cousin, plus a car!

Get Zheng Congwen!

In Huang Jinrong's view, this deal is very profitable.

After finishing this cup of tea.

Huang Jinrong waved again, calling over the sexy cousin: "Qianqian, your billiard skills are terrible, but your luck today is not bad; Chief Zheng is willing to give you hands-on instruction for two games, so study well."

"Boss Huang, this… isn't appropriate? How could I trouble Chief Zheng to teach me?"

The pretty young lady—Su Qianqian—although she has a hot figure, her expression right now is extremely flustered; obviously she does not want to be played with as a toy by these wealthy and powerful people.

Just as she was thinking about how to escape this pit of fire.

Zheng Congwen had already stood up: "It's fine, come over, I'll teach you." Saying that, he shoved the cue into Su Qianqian's hand, wanting to embrace her from behind and give her hands-on instruction on how to grip and strike the cue.

The old lecher moves in!

Su Qianqian instinctively sidestepped, looking terrified: "Chief Zheng, I… I can play myself…" Before she finished speaking, Zheng Congwen flew into a rage.

Zheng Congwen pulled a black face and asked Manager Huang: "How can your cousin be so clueless?!"

"Chief Zheng, please don't get angry first."

Huang Jinrong was also startled; he didn't expect Su Qianqian to be so clueless.

He hurriedly pulled Su Qianqian to the side.

Furious, he rebuked Su Qianqian: "You came here on your own initiative for a part-time job, didn't you? I didn't beg you to come, did I? I told you that if you obey, money is plentiful here! Now you want to make money and also set up a memorial archway—do you think this place is a charity? Give me a straight answer: can you do it or not?"

"!!!"

Su Qianqian was so frightened she didn't dare lift her head; tears fell like broken beads.