Chapter 896: Going to Negotiate with a Pig

After Lin Dongfan left, Huang Jinrong leaned against the wall, moving step by step outward, each step making him grit his teeth in pain. His right eye was swollen shut; only his left eye could barely see a slit.

He pulled out his phone to check his appearance—damn, who is that pig‑headed face in the mirror?

This time even his own mother wouldn't recognize him!

Huang Jinrong tentatively touched his swollen right eye, sucking in a breath of cold air from the pain: "Lin Dongfan, you motherfucker, just wait…".

On the way to the hospital by taxi, Huang Jinrong thought up countless revenge plans.

But every plan, when thought through, ran into the same fact—his company accounts were frozen, so what could he use to fight Lin Dongfan?

The power was firmly in their hands!

Even if he went to Jiang Yinghong to pull strings today, it might not work.

Jiang Yinghong's ex‑husband Deng Chunning, although a high‑ranking official, would surely not be so foolish as to oppose the capital's princeling just because of his ex‑wife's words.

That doesn't match the intellect expected of a vice‑ministerial bigwig.

It hurts!

Not only his flesh ached, his head throbbed too!

By the time he reached the hospital, the pain had numbed him; an ER doctor glanced at Huang Jinrong, simply asked, "Was you beaten?" and then began treating the wound.

Disinfection, bandaging, prescribing—after the routine, Huang Jinrong gritted his teeth in pain.

"Doctor, how serious is this injury?"

"Soft‑tissue contusion, a slight wrist sprain on the right hand, plus ocular bruising." The doctor stared at the computer screen while entering the medical record: "I recommend hospitalization for observation for two days."

"No hospitalization."

Huang Jinrong jumped off the bed, accidentally tugged the wound, and sucked in a cold breath from the pain.

The doctor turned his head, glanced at him, and said nothing more.

Huang Jinrong pulled out his phone again to check his appearance; his right eye seemed even more swollen, his face a mottled blue and purple.

Literally a pig's head.

Huang Jinrong gritted his teeth, slipped the phone back into his pocket, and said, "Doctor, give me some painkillers."

"I suggest you go home and apply ice."

Though the doctor gave that advice verbally, when it came to prescribing he still met Huang Jinrong's request, giving him some painkillers.

Huang Jinrong took the medicine and went straight to the Municipal Public Security Bureau by taxi.

City Bureau.

Zheng Congwen's office.

As Huang Jinrong pushed the door open, Zheng Congwen was sipping tea. He looked up, and upon seeing the pig‑headed figure standing at the doorway, he was stunned for two seconds.

"Mr. Huang? What's this…?"

"Director Zheng, you see this, right? This is Lin Dongfan's handiwork! A mayor in name, his tactics are worse than a street thug's!"

Huang Jinrong walked to the desk, plopped down, accidentally tugged the wound again, and clenched his teeth silently; his anguish showed plainly on his face.

Zheng Congwen stared at that face for several seconds.

In the end he still couldn't hold back.

He broke into a familiar, welcoming smile: "Mr. Huang, your look… is quite unique…"

"Director Zheng!" Huang Jinrong exclaimed, exasperated: "I've been beaten to this state, and you can still laugh?!"

Zheng Congwen immediately wiped the smile off his face.

He assumed a solemn posture: "I've also had professional training. You misunderstood—I wasn't trying to laugh; I was just trying to ease the tense atmosphere. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"I've really had rotten luck today, damned to eight lifetimes of bad fortune…"

At that moment Huang Jinrong seemed possessed by Madame Xianglin, pouring out his grievances nonstop, never holding back where he could embellish.

He went from the failed capital verification to the lights‑out disaster, from the fruit knife to Lao Ba's fists.

When he got worked up, saliva sprayed everywhere!

Zheng Congwen listened, listened, then frowned: "Mr. Huang, you said that fruit knife… was it Lao Ba who forcibly shoved it into your hand?"

"Exactly!"

"Any evidence?"

"Ev… evidence? I don't have any."

Huang Jinrong answered with righteous confidence, as if lacking evidence were the very logic of the whole affair.

Zheng Congwen spread his hands, wearing a helpless expression: "What's the point of complaining to me? You claim he framed you, but with no proof you can only suffer in silence."

"!!!"

Huang Jinrong's face instantly turned the color of pig's liver, but the swelling was so severe the change couldn't be seen clearly.

But he was still unwilling to accept it.

He gritted his teeth and retorted: "Director Zheng, at the time someone cut the power, the lights went out, the surveillance lost electricity! In total darkness, where am I supposed to find evidence?!"

"Then that's that." Zheng Congwen assumed a helpless stance: "You have no evidence; if they turn around and accuse you of wielding a knife and committing assault, what will you do?"

Huang Jinrong was left speechless by the question.

He took a deep breath, changed the subject: "Director Zheng, let's not dwell on these depressing matters. I understand the meaning of enduring humiliation shouldering responsibility. I came to see you today because I have legitimate business."

"What else?"

Zheng Congwen listened attentively.

Huang Jinrong gently rubbed his swollen right eye: "Director Zheng, I want to meet Secretary Wang in person to talk; could you please arrange an introduction?"

"What do you want to discuss with Secretary Wang?" Zheng Congwen raised his eyebrows slightly.

Huang Jinrong couldn't suppress his anger at the moment, declaring righteously: "Director Zheng, with the global economy declining and the environment so terrible, anyone willing to invest in Wuzhou is a blessing for the city! Yet the authorities refuse to support small and medium enterprises, instead finding ways to crush them—what the hell is this?!"

Zheng Congwen replied with a half‑smile: "Mr. Huang, are you trying to tell Secretary Wang how to do his job?"

Although Huang Jinrong's face was swollen like a pig's head, his aura must not be inferior.

He patted his chest: "I don't mean that! I mean, our Huang's Engineering Company has been rooted in Wuzhou for so many years—how much tax have we paid? How many jobs have we solved for the city? Now it's fine, the company's accounts are frozen, I've been beaten, and there's nowhere to reason!"

"Well said."

Zheng Congwen nodded, then suddenly changed the subject: "However, Manager Huang, our public security system doesn't handle economic development. You're complaining to the wrong person."

Huang Jinrong exclaimed: "Then I got beaten like this—does this fall under your jurisdiction or not?!"

Zheng Congwen looked at his swollen, unrecognizable pig's head and couldn't help laughing again: "It's my responsibility. But I just said you need evidence. Without evidence, how can I handle it?"

Huang Jinrong was so angry he couldn't catch his breath, almost spitting out two taels of old blood.

He now realized that surnamed Zheng, while appearing respectable on the surface, was actually a coward at heart, and dared not confront Lin Dongfan head-on.

In short—today's beating, you must endure it whether you can or not!

Huang Jinrong swallowed his anger and returned to the main point: "Fine, I'll take the beating myself and not cause you trouble. Then, regarding my meeting with Secretary Wang, can you help arrange an introduction?"

"This matter is a bit tricky."

Zheng Congwen's right hand was idle, his middle and index fingers tapping the desk like playing a piano, showing a rather embarrassed expression.

He also glanced at Huang Jinrong.

He then added meaningfully: "In principle, I'd like to help you, but do you need to first show me your sincerity? First fulfill your promise."

"Promise?"

Huang Jinrong blinked, confused: "What promise did I make?"

"Manager Huang really is forgetful." Zheng Congwen said half-smiling: "Last time at the billiards club, you said you'd have Su Qianqian tutor my second son within three days—shouldn't this be followed up?"

"Look at my brain."

Huang Jinrong quickly put on an apologetic smile: "Don't worry, I'll definitely convince Su Qianqian tomorrow."

"Manager Huang, it's not that my second son absolutely needs this tutoring."

Zheng Congwen leaned back.

He then assumed a serious official demeanor: "If you can't even handle a little schoolgirl, how can I trust you to win a lawsuit? How can I trust you to explain things clearly before Secretary Wang? If you want to meet Secretary Wang, you must first show me your capability—don't you agree?"

"Understood."

Huang Jinrong confidently declared: "Director Zheng, rest assured—if I can't handle Su Qianqian tomorrow, you needn't give me any face thereafter! If you tell me to crawl out on my belly, I'll never walk upright again!"