Chapter 454: Getting Smarter? (Two-in-one, an extra chapter for Alliance Leader Tuan Tuan Ba)

Li Chunnan's expression was stern: "Speak!"

Gu Kaishan took a step forward, but before he could open his mouth, Li Chunnan waved his hand: "Lin Sicheng, you speak!"

Lin Sicheng spoke without any subjective color, and even less with any speculation. He didn't mention who had arranged for the burly men, didn't mention who had hidden the bag of rock sugar, and didn't mention a single word about Gao Zhanhong.

He only talked about how he had gone to pick up the bride, and how Hu Kun had caused a scene at the wedding. He talked about how he had crashed the car on the way back, and how he had discovered that bag of sugar.

It was a plain, straightforward account, stating things exactly as they were.

Yet, Li Chunnan's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

At first glance, it felt inexplicable and completely illogical: just because there was a bit of an excessive scene during the wedding pickup, Hu Chenguang's nephew and Wu Ling's son wanted to drive Lin Sicheng to his death?

But if one knew a little more, it wouldn't seem strange: Lin Sicheng was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time, suffering an unprovoked disaster. The true goal of those two was to ruin today's wedding.

They likely had other backup plans, but because he and Chen Peng had arrived so suddenly, they hadn't dared to use them.

Then again: handling a case requires evidence. Gu Kaishan was a Police officer, so why did he dare to speak so bluntly, directly claiming that it was Wu Ling's son and Hu Chenguang's nephew who had hidden the drugs?

Because this wasn't Gu Kaishan's idea, but Wang Qi Zhi's. To put it nicely, he had a straightforward temperament. To put it bluntly, he was a loose cannon. Regardless of the circumstances, regardless of whether there was evidence, if he felt you did it, then you did it.

By now, Li Chunnan finally understood: why Chen Peng neither answered Wang Qi Zhi's calls nor replied to his text messages, and even went as far as to keep things from him?

To put it mildly, these were just two minor Police officers breaking the law; they should be fired or disciplined as appropriate. It didn't require a leader of his level to intervene, and it didn't even fall to Chen Peng to intervene.

To put it severely, Wu Ling was a pure troublemaker—not much talent, but plenty of nerve. Relying on her husband to back her up, she dared to pull any string. It was only a matter of time before this woman ran into trouble; the key was that the signs were already there.

Even Chen Peng had already sensed that something was wrong, so one could imagine how big an explosion there would be when the time came. Rather than letting it end in a mess and leaving a disaster for the bureau, it was better to let her explode early.

With Wang Qi Zhi acting as the antenna, he could definitely ignite this fire. Even if it was unsatisfactory and they couldn't take Wu Ling down this time, it would at least make her restrain herself. If they could take her down directly, that would be even better—one strike, and it's all over.

But Gu Kaishan didn't know Chen Peng's intentions; he only knew that Chen Peng refused to answer Wang Qi Zhi's calls, and that Wang Qi Zhi was going to go crazy and wreck the venue, so he got scared and immediately came to report—

Having cleared up the threads, Li Chunnan sighed: he just felt his heart was so tired.

He had only come to attend a banquet, yet there were so many ridiculous, messy things?

After a brief thought, he looked at the Captain: "Investigate as you should, arrest as you should, interrogate as you should—show absolutely no leniency!"

The Captain stood at attention: "Yes!"

Li Chunnan then looked at Hu Chenguang and Gu Kaishan: "You two go back in; host the guests as you should, and toast as you should."

The two looked at each other and nodded in unison: "Understood, Bureau Chief!"

"Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming stay behind to assist with the investigation; everyone else, go eat!"

Lin Chengzhi wanted to say something but stopped, ultimately not opening his mouth: Bureau Chief Li and Bureau Chief Chen wouldn't harm Lin Sicheng.

Besides, staying here wouldn't help much anyway.

Having arranged everything, Li Chunnan had made all the necessary arrangements, leaving out only the biggest suspects, Hu Kun and Gao Zhanhong.

It was as if this matter had nothing to do with them?

However, Wu Ling knew that the Bureau Chief's meaning was just four words: handle it by the book!

To her, this was actually the best result: as long as the Bureau Chief and Bureau Chief Chen didn't speak up on the spot or give a lethal order, there was room for maneuver.

It was nothing more than pulling strings and finding people to turn a big problem into a small one, and a small one into nothing.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling felt a sense of relief: it seemed that she still carried some weight in the Bureau Chief's heart, at least not as rejected or disliked as she had previously imagined.

Of course, it could also be because of the many connections she had behind her. But regardless of which it was, as long as this could be resolved peacefully, it was fine.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she wondered whether she should call her husband and have him come forward to express his gratitude.

The Bureau Chief was notoriously incorruptible, so there was no point in expecting anything else, but even just verbally, she had to express something.

Just as she was secretly thinking this, Wu Ling suddenly froze: the Bureau Chief was looking at her, but his expression—it seemed a bit strange?

His face was stern, and he looked like he wanted to say something but stopped.

Chen Peng's expression was even stranger, carrying a bit of pity and a hint of sympathy. It was as if he were saying: Wu Ling, you are about to face a catastrophe, and you are still happy here—what the hell are you happy about?

No—wasn't it—wasn't it all going to be handled leniently?

Then again: at most, this matter would result in Gao Zhanhong being fired, or more seriously, the project being delayed.

If that still wasn't enough, she could just give up the project; with such rich profits, there were plenty of people willing to cover for her. So, what did she have to be pitied for?

Just as she was guessing wildly, a "whoosh" sound came, as if a car had driven in.

Subconsciously turning her head, Wu Ling saw four military vehicles.

One off-road vehicle, two Iveco vans, and at the very back, a civilian-plated Mengshi.

Without taking any turns, they drove straight over, and just as they came to a stop, several people jumped out with a "thump, thump, thump."

The leader was a Major, and as soon as he got out of the car, he was stunned for a moment, then stood at attention and saluted: "Greetings, Chief!"

Seeing that familiar face, Li Chunnan sighed.

Chen Peng laughed happily: this person was a Major Section Chief from a certain department of the Provincial Military District's Political Bureau Security Division. To put it simply: he was specifically responsible for internal criminal investigations.

He often dealt with the local Police, so Li Chunnan knew him, and Chen Peng knew him even better.

Looking at the back, Chen Peng's eyes lit up.

The vehicle at the very back was a civilian-plated Mengshi; not only were the model, color, and size exactly the same as what Lin Sicheng had described, but even the license plate number was identical.

Could this car be the one that had chased Lin Sicheng around two streets?

Looking at the Iveco in the middle: through the steel mesh on the windows, one could vaguely see two rows of heads sitting on the benches. They were all downcast and dejected.

Could these be the burly men who had driven the Mengshi to chase and ram Lin Sicheng?

In just this short while, not only had they found the car, but they had also caught the people?

Hahaha—Wang Qi Zhi, it had to be you: last time you called the provincial level, this time you went straight to the source and called the Military District?

The key was the efficiency: how much time had passed since the incident?

While he was enjoying himself, Li Chunnan returned the military salute and glanced at him.

Chen Peng snapped out of his daze, hurriedly returned the salute, and walked down the steps: "Section Chief Jin, what a coincidence!"

"It is indeed quite a coincidence; I was just preparing to report to the bureau this afternoon or tomorrow!"

The officer smiled, pointed at the Warrior vehicle behind him, and then pointed at the Iveco, "Two leaders, the situation is this: we are investigating a case of trafficking military license plates and retired military vehicles, and we have captured several retired personnel. According to their confessions, these people are involved in multiple public order and criminal cases within the city."

"The most recent one was this noon: they claimed that, instigated by someone, they intentionally rear-ended a Santana and hid a bag of contraband inside the car—we have come, firstly, to understand the situation from the involved parties, and secondly, to have them identify the rammed vehicle—"

As he spoke, the Section Chief waved his hand. With a "creak," the Iveco's door slid open, and several burly men were brought down.

Their hands were in handcuffs, their clothes were neat, and they did not appear to be injured. But their faces were deathly pale, and their ten legs were all trembling in unison.

In an instant, Gao Zhanhong's face turned even paler than theirs. Hu Kun was in an even worse state, his body shaking like a winnowing sieve.

It's over, caught red-handed?

Because the item he originally had the burly men hide was real, and it was Gao Zhanhong who, fearing an accident, had it swapped for a fake one. One has to ask: when a police officer possesses contraband, how is that calculated?

What terrified him even more was that regarding the license plates and retired vehicles the Section Chief mentioned, Hu Kun was one of the primary culprits. If these two cases were verified, how many years could he be sentenced to?

Gao Zhanhong had an awesome mother and a powerful father, but he certainly didn't—

The more he thought, the more afraid he became. Hu Kun gritted his teeth fiercely and turned to run, but he happened to bump right into Gu Kaishan.

Gu Kaishan and Hu Chenguang had just entered the banquet hall when the military vehicles arrived. Sensing something was wrong, Gu Kaishan told Hu Chenguang to go entertain the guests while he came out to check the situation.

Seeing the Warrior and the five handcuffed burly men, and then seeing Hu Kun and Gao Zhanhong looking as pale as death, how could Gu Kaishan not know what was going on?

Want to run?

With the hotel full of police, where do you think you're running to?

Gu Kaishan lifted his leg and kicked him.

Hu Kun was in decent shape and could be considered well-trained, but he was kicked down the steps in one go. Before he could even flip himself over, he was pinned to the ground by others.

The Deputy Captain didn't know the situation, but seeing Chen Peng signaling to him, he naturally decided to get the people under control first.

Looking at Hu Kun, then at Gao Zhanhong, the officer waved his hand: "Come, come over and identify the people!"

The five burly men were brought over, exceptionally prompt, spilling the beans like shelling peas: "It was Young Master Gao who arranged for us to ram the car—the one right there on the steps."

"It was Officer Hu who sent us the items, but Young Master Gao said that if things got too big, it would be hard to clean up, so he told us to swap them for sugar—"

"The retired Warrior and Jeep were all arranged by Young Master Gao for us to drive out from the *** (garrison), and they are all parked at the base in Qujiang. Officer Hu would contact the buyers and then notify us to deliver the vehicles and collect the money—"

"The license plates, too: Young Master Gao was responsible for handling the procedures from the inside, and Officer Hu was responsible for selling them—"

With every sentence spoken, Hu Kun's face turned a shade paler, his two legs turning as soft as noodles. With a "thump," he collapsed to the ground.

Gao Zhanhong kept trembling, kept trembling, as if he had Parkinson's.

He couldn't figure it out: it was just a prank, why would it summon the military security section?

Given the things he had done, if he were taken away today, he could forget about ever getting out—

The more he thought, the more terrified he became. Gao Zhanhong's legs went weak, and he let out a wail: "Mom!"

Wu Ling's face was as white as paper:

Even she knew that the license plates and retired vehicles were all at the base that was about to be built. As long as they went to search it, not a single one of them would escape.

Including these five burly men, she knew every one of them: they were all carefully selected by her son and cultivated as core members he trusted.

She even knew some of the things her son, Hu Kun, and these five men usually did: the vehicles were retired, and the license plates were also normal military procedures. If one were to say there was a problem, there certainly was. But Gao Zhanhong wasn't the only one doing this; otherwise, where would all those red-plated cars on the street come from?

Besides, the person handling these matters on the outside had very strong connections on the inside, and she, a Deputy Section Chief, was simply not enough to be seen in front of them. As long as that person didn't have any trouble, her son would definitely be fine.

The problem was, no matter how strong that person was, could they be stronger than the Provincial Military District? The Security Division had already found their way here; could that person still keep things under control?

More importantly: with both human and material evidence present, was she just going to watch her son be taken away?

In shock and suspicion, Wu Ling blocked Gao Zhanhong: "Section Chief Jin, can I make a phone call?"

She thought he wouldn't agree, but unexpectedly, Section Chief Jin nodded and even smiled: "You may."

As he spoke, he waved his hand again. Someone beside him nodded, ran a few steps, and got onto the third Iveco.

It was fully enclosed, with film on the windows, so one couldn't see inside. But one could see horns and a dish-like antenna on the roof of the vehicle.

After that person went up, not knowing how they operated it, a receiver in the middle began to move, tilting toward the sky. Then, a faint sound of electrical current came from the vehicle: "Zzz—zzz—"

Wu Ling shuddered all over, holding her phone, but not knowing who to call?

She finally remembered: the duties of the Security Division were not only to file and investigate criminal cases involving military personnel, but also to prevent and combat counter-revolutionary sabotage activities by spies and secret agents—

Come, ask her: with this vehicle parked right here, and with Section Chief Jin's posture, who would she dare to call?

Whoever she called would be doomed.

Looking as if she were about to cry, Wu Ling's eyes were red: I don't dare call anyone else, but surely I dare to call my own husband?

She held the phone with trembling hands, dialing her husband's number.

"Beep~ beep~"

The ringing tone dragged on, ringing five or six times, and finally, "The number you have dialed is not answering" came through.

She dialed again—no answer—she kept dialing, still no answer.

Gao Zhanhong's lips trembled: "Mom—Mom—call Secretary Wu's phone, my dad must be there—"

Before he could finish, with a "slap," Wu Ling gave him a slap across the face: "Stop mentioning that—"

Halfway through, Wu Ling stopped abruptly; the words "slut" were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back.

You beast, if you aren't ashamed, I am.

But no matter what kind of beast he was, he was still born of her; could she just ignore him?

She gritted her teeth, used all her strength, and pressed the dial button.

As if she had a deep-seated grudge, the Nokia's keypad rattled and creaked.

Just as she finished dialing, with a "whoosh," another car drove up.

A semi-new Pasat parked behind the military vehicles. Afterward, a man and a woman got out. They were wearing suits, sporting party badges, and tucking bags under their arms.

As if they hadn't expected it to be so lively here, the two of them looked around with curiosity. Then, they nodded and greeted Li Chunnan and Chen Peng: "Greetings, leaders!"

Chen Peng and Li Chunnan looked at each other: they didn't recognize them, nor did they have any impression of them.

But this attire, this posture—something didn't seem quite right?

While suspicious, the two men saw Wu Ling, and their eyes lit up. Then they took out their credentials: "Two leaders, we are staff from the Discipline Inspection and Supervision Department of the China Railway Bureau (headquartered in Xijing). We came here today to find Deputy Division Chief Wu to understand some circumstances—would it be possible to ask for her cooperation?"

Chen Peng's eyelids twitched: A certain bureau of China Railway, isn't that Iron Construction? Wu Ling's husband, Gao Shengan, is one of the Vice Presidents.

The problem is, the ones who came are from Discipline Inspection?

Wang Qi Zhi, you're something else, playing both sides?

In a flash of thought, Chen Peng nodded: "What circumstances do you want to understand?"

The man put away his credentials: "Director Chen, it is regarding some circumstances of Gao Shengan's duty-related crimes."

Gao Shengan—they didn't even call him Comrade?

Also, what they said was duty-related crimes?

Wu Ling's vision went black, and she fell backward.

Gao Zhanhong scrambled to support her: "Mom—Mom?"

Chen Peng took a look: Is she really fainted, or faking it?

It looks like she really fainted—but to be honest, who wouldn't faint if it were them?

"Old Gu, go call Lao Han (the driver), and have him take Division Chief Wu to the hospital!"

After giving the instruction, Chen Peng looked at the two from Discipline Inspection: "Two, you saw it: in the current situation, how are you going to get your information?"

The two nodded, indicating they understood, then looked at the distraught Gao Zhanhong.

"This one isn't available either!" Chen Peng pointed at Section Chief Jin, "The comrades from the military are waiting!"

The two looked back, and when they saw the several burly men wearing handcuffs, they immediately understood.

They hadn't been investigating Gao Shengan for just a day or two; they knew very well what his son had done. From this, it was clear that the relevant military departments had been eyeing Gao Zhanhong for more than a day or two as well.

But it was fine; it wouldn't be too late to ask after the military comrades finished their interrogation. Besides, Division Chief Wu would eventually wake up—

Thinking this to himself, the two took their leave, saying they would come back once Division Chief Wu's health improved.

Chen Peng nodded and walked them out two steps.

Just then, the driver came out of the banquet hall, and several narcotics officers helped carry Wu Ling into Chen Peng's car.

Gao Zhanhong was trembling incessantly and wanted to follow, but was blocked by the Narcotics Captain.

Just as he was about to shout, Li Chunnan gave him a faint glance, and like a rooster whose neck had been grabbed, Gao Zhanhong's sound was stuck in his throat.

Li Chunnan looked at Section Chief Jin: "How to investigate these two, you communicate with the Political Department!"

Whether it was Hu Kun or Gao Zhanhong, both were active-duty police officers; it was impossible to let people from an outside unit take them away. Even if they were to be investigated, it would be through the Public Security Bureau.

Section Chief Jin naturally knew this, stood at attention, and saluted: "Thank you, Chief!"

Li Chunnan nodded and looked at Chen Peng: "Tell Hu Chenguang, I won't be drinking the wine!"

"Ah?" Chen Peng was stunned, "You aren't eating the banquet?"

Li Chunnan glared at him: "Eat my foot!"

Gao Shengan had met with trouble; how could Wu Ling possibly be spared?

Although most of the business she brokered had nothing to do with the bureau, this person was, after all, a member of the Public Security Bureau.

Watching him descend the steps, Chen Peng hurriedly told Gu Kaishan to call the driver.

Then, he sighed again: "Lin Sicheng, you won't be able to eat the banquet; go on, eat at the bureau cafeteria when you get back!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Director Chen, you aren't going back?"

Chen Peng gave a "Heh": "Everyone performs their own duties, everyone holds their own post!"

To translate: Today's business, what does it have to do with me?

Hu Kun and Gao Zhanhong were people from the Municipal Public Security Bureau Branch; even if the military wanted to investigate, they would contact the Political Department first, then the Branch.

Wu Ling was in charge of the Equipment Division; her direct superior was the Division Chief, and only then the Deputy Bureau Chief in charge of logistics.

He mainly handled Criminal Investigation, only responsible for major and important cases; if he had time, he might manage public security on the side, but it was a far cry from Wu Ling—even if some figures were implicated, that was for the Bureau Chief and city leaders to worry about; it had nothing to do with him.

If he wanted to manage it, he could at most manage this matter of Lin Sicheng's, because narcotics work was indeed within his scope of duty. But to be honest, it was just a bag of white sugar; if he had to personally intervene in this, how were the detachments and squadrons below supposed to do their work?

"You gave Old Hu such a big gift, don't you need to drink a few cups to get your money's worth?" Chen Peng waved his hand, "The comrades from the military are waiting, hurry up and go!"

Lin Sicheng suddenly realized: No wonder he refused to answer his teacher's calls no matter what?

In a flash of thought, he called Gu Ming again and drove Lin Chengzhi's Accord.

Narcotics had brought two cars; they specifically cleared one out to load Hu Kun and Gao Zhanhong. Another narcotics officer took the keys and drove away the Santana.

Section Chief Jin also got in the car, and after the narcotics cars left the parking lot, four cars followed closely behind.

In no time at all, the hotel entrance was empty, while the lobby was noisy and bustling, as if nothing had ever happened.

Chen Peng sighed and prepared to go back to eat the banquet.

Getting his money's worth from drinking was naturally a joke: but since his master had left, he had to stay behind, otherwise rumors would spread in a mess.

With these thoughts, he turned around, and just as he was about to enter the door, he paused again: Gu Kaishan and Hu Chenguang were standing by a pillar, looking at the taillights of the Mengshi, their four eyes blinking, blinking.

Seeing the two looking like they had never seen the world, Chen Peng gave a "Heh."

Hu Chenguang must have been frightened by the scene just now.

Just like those lines in Dream of the Red Chamber: Watch him build a high building, watch him feast his guests, watch his building collapse.

If Chen Peng were to tell the truth: This family of Wu Ling's lived quite extravagantly.

They had wide connections and many relationships; up to the province, in the middle to the city, and down to the county, they could have a say everywhere.

Especially Gao Shengan, one hand on the money bag, one hand on the red seal, as glorious as one could be. Suddenly, just like that, they fell, just like that, they were arrested?

But there is a saying: If you walk by the river often, how can you not get your shoes wet?

Just take one point: Next to Furong Garden, without paying a penny, they had hundreds of acres of land allocated for free, and it was even converted from agricultural to commercial use—what kind of concept is that?

They called it a base, but if this land wasn't used for real estate, Chen Peng would dare to kneel down and eat excrement.

Tens of millions, even hundreds of millions wouldn't cover it; one can imagine to what extent this family had inflated.

Imagine again: who knows how many people are green with envy, itching to get a piece of the pie? And who knows how many people, in order to earn merit, are using a Magnifying Glass magnified ten thousand times to look for their faults?

So, whether it was his master or him, they had long anticipated this day; it was merely arriving a little earlier than expected.

But Hu Chenguang had always been at the station before and had never come into contact with such a high level, so naturally, he found it inconceivable.

Gu Kaishan was the same; in fact, he was still at the station now and knew even less.

But he wasn't scared by the scene just now; he was scared by Wang Qi Zhi: he said he'd go crazy, and he went crazy; he said he'd wreck the place, and he wrecked the place?

He said he wanted to investigate, and the military district's security division came to investigate. And the efficiency was not just high: they detained the cars on the spot and made arrests on the spot. In just over an hour, they had investigated Hu Kun and Gao Zhanhong clearly and thoroughly?

Let Gu Kaishan imagine again: just how much power must Wang Qi Zhi have?

But Old Gu, you've been a Police officer for half your life, why don't you use your brain and think: even if his master gave the word, and the whole bureau was mobilized, is it possible to investigate so thoroughly in such a short time?

Therefore, these two had long been investigated to the bottom by the security division. The reason they hadn't moved until now was likely because they were waiting for the right moment, waiting for an opportunity to nail the people on the inside once and for all.

Coincidentally, just as they were nodding off, a pillow arrived; Wang Qi Zhi had cluelessly handed them the knife—

It was the same for Iron Construction: the evidence had long been as solid as it could possibly be; it was just that they had reservations, fearing that hitting the small ones would likely provoke the big ones, so they were also waiting for the right moment.

And just perfectly, someone helped them bear that pressure.

So, it wasn't that Wang Qi Zhi was so impressive; he just happened to be there at the right time and provided a bit of help at the perfect moment.

It was like a small firecracker sitting on the road, never lit by anyone, until someone with itchy hands came along and pulled out a lighter.

But how could he have known that the firecracker was connected to a fuse, and the fuse was connected to a powder keg?

Heh—

Just thinking about how, after some time, when Wang Qi Zhi learned the whole truth, his face would look as ugly as if he'd eaten shit, made Chen Peng want to laugh.

You think the Police aren't reliable, right? Fine, let me let you try it. —

Secretly amused, he waved his hand again: "What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to accompany the guests? Aren't you going to toast?"

"Eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink; it has nothing to do with you!"

The two nodded hurriedly and followed behind.

Gu Kaishan was worried: "Leader, will Gu Ming be alright?"

Chen Peng curled his lips: "He's just a bystander, what could happen to him? At most, he'll just give a statement!"

But what about Lin Sicheng? He certainly wasn't a bystander, was he?

But the words reached his lips, and Gu Kaishan swallowed them back down: after that scene just now, he figured he would only encounter something like that once in his life.

With such an impressive teacher, Cheng Wa didn't need him to worry.

Secretly changing his train of thought, the few of them entered the hall. In an instant, hundreds of eyes turned toward them.

They didn't know what had happened outside, but they could watch and guess: Division Chief Wu and his family were likely finished.

But the question was, what did it have to do with Lin Sicheng?

Not knowing the inside story, they could only guess wildly; for a time, everyone was thinking something different.

Chen Peng returned to the main table unhurriedly, and just as he was about to sit down, he paused again: "Wait—why isn't the food being served?"

Pi Xingchang replaced his hot tea: "You and the Bureau Chief hadn't returned, so what food was there to serve?"

Chen Peng was dismissive: "Can't we just have a table served once we get back?"

"It's just a table of food, Old Hu can certainly afford it. But sitting at a table drinking with the Bureau Chief is something you don't encounter once a year." Song Jingqing looked outside, "But why did he leave?"

Chen Peng was ambiguous: "Master has business!"

The crowd didn't ask further, and immediately, the dishes were brought out like a flowing stream.

It was long past the time, and he was indeed a bit hungry, so Chen Peng picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

After a few bites, he picked up his wine glass, preparing to toast.

But just as he raised his arm, and the words "Congratulations, Old Hu" reached his lips, the phone on the table buzzed.

Chen Peng glanced at it: Wang Qi Zhi?

At this hour, why was he calling him instead of strategizing in Beijing and winning from a thousand miles away?

Suspicious for a moment, Chen Peng answered it.

As soon as it connected, a roar came through the phone: "Chen, are you using me as a pawn?"

Chen Peng paused: "Tsk, how did you get so smart?"

It wasn't that Wang Qi Zhi was stupid, but the Information was delayed; it should have taken at least a day or two for him to know the full picture.

Hearing him say that, Wang Qi Zhi was even angrier: "Bastard, do I have a student?"

Chen Peng was stunned, and with an "Eh," he said: "Lin Sicheng?"

He knew even less than Wang Qi Zhi—