Chapter 357: His Wife Is Pretty Good

Out of humanitarian consideration, Lu Zhongxin took the front passenger seat.

Just in case, Yu Dazhang cuffed one of Wang Hao's hands to the roof grab handle.

"Thanks."

Wang Hao stretched out his legs, rolled his neck twice, looking much more relaxed than before.

Yu Dazhang checked the time.

They'd been out for over an hour; another half hour and they'd reach Jianning.

"Are you confident you can get Zhang Chao to come out?" Yu Dazhang was still a bit uneasy.

He had originally planned to discuss the specific plan with Wang Hao once they reached Jianning.

But the closer they got to Jianning, the more restless he became.

He kept feeling this Zhang Chao wouldn't take the bait easily, so it was better to ask in advance.

"Honestly, I rarely reach out to him."

Wang Hao answered seriously:

"Although we've seen each other often over the years, it's basically always him coming to find me."

"If there's something urgent, he just calls me directly; only every Spring Festival do I take the initiative to visit his home."

He had already explained earlier that Zhang Chao's family had a two-bedroom apartment in Jianning, where Zhang Chao's mother lived.

Sometimes Zhang Chao would also bring his wife and child to stay there.

But he had never once taken Wang Hao to his own residence.

Even with the bond of being classmates, Wang Hao had only been to his mother's place.

"He's still guarding against me."

Wang Hao analyzed:

"If you hadn't told me about that underground prison today, I wouldn't have known such a place existed."

"The difference between me and the other runners is probably just that extra layer of classmate connection with him."

Yu Dazhang said nothing.

In his view, this fit that organization's style of doing things perfectly.

Cautious, low-key, covert—always keeping a fallback.

This had practically become the other's habit.

"Still, I always feel Zhang Chao isn't that smart."

Wang Hao suddenly shifted his tone, a thoughtful look appearing on his face:

"In my memory, he was painfully dumb back in school, and his grades were absolutely tragic."

"The only thing that stood out was a vicious streak; he was notorious for fighting at school, and people called him 'Crazy Zhang.'"

Speaking of this, Yu Dazhang suddenly recalled a deduction he had made earlier.

That organization had two ringleaders.

One was the brain, in charge of planning and commanding.

The other was the executor, responsible for putting the plan into practice.

What Wang Hao had just said perfectly confirmed his deduction.

That Zhang Chao was very likely the executor of this organization.

From Wang Hao's description, Zhang Chao was impulsive and brutal—two traits that undoubtedly fit the executor's role perfectly.

Being called "Crazy Zhang"—that nickname alone was enough to prove his viciousness and ruthlessness.

"What do you know about Zhang Chao's wife?" Yu Dazhang asked.

He suspected the other ringleader was very likely someone close to Zhang Chao.

Because only the closest of confidants wouldn't fall into internal conflict over profit.

"Of course I know her." Wang Hao nodded and said:

"His wife is from our village; come to think of it, the two of them grew up together."

"Later they had the kid first, then held the wedding—just a village banquet that went on for three whole days."

Grew up together? Yu Dazhang caught the key phrase in his words.

Looking at it this way, the bond between husband and wife was even stronger.

Add a child as the tie between them, and their marriage would be even more stable.

In his past life, Yu Dazhang had seen plenty of couples commit crimes together.

For instance, husband-wife theft cases, husband-wife fraud cases, honey traps, child-snatching...

The most outrageous case he'd seen: the wife sold sex, the husband was in charge of finding clients.

What puzzled Yu Dazhang most was that the two of them were especially affectionate.

That was probably love beyond the physical and spiritual, anyway—something Yu Dazhang couldn't comprehend.

"What do you think of his wife?" Yu Dazhang turned to look at Wang Hao and asked.

"Pretty good." Wang Hao replied:

"She's also in her early thirties, but she takes good care of herself—looks about twenty-four or twenty-five, with that special charm a young married woman has."

Yu Dazhang noticed that when he said this, his eyes had gone blank, as if lost in some memory.

Lu Zhongxin and Zhang Sen in the front, hearing this, both couldn't help but curl their lips.

"Who asked you that?" Yu Dazhang said, annoyed:

"I meant how Zhang Chao's wife usually conducts herself in the world—is she the type who looks like she has brains?"

"Oh, that." Wang Hao laughed awkwardly, gathered his thoughts, then went on:

"His wife is indeed a very polite person, very warm in how she treats people, basically can't find any fault with her."

"As for brains, I honestly didn't pay much attention to that, because I never worked together with his wife, so I'm not too clear on that side of things."

He paused, as if remembering something, then added:

"But one thing is certain — his wife is definitely far smarter than he is himself."

Then there's no mistake about it… Yu Dazhang had formed a preliminary judgment.

Polite, warm in how she treats people — just on these two points alone, she already surpassed the vast majority of women.

From a person's social etiquette, one can often roughly infer the level of their upbringing and intelligence.

People all feel that the word "smooth" doesn't sound nice, believing it represents hypocrisy and insincerity.

Yet Yu Dazhang held a different view.

In his eyes, people who could truly manage "smoothness" were actually the higher-intelligence sort.

Because only with sufficient wisdom could one navigate every complex social situation with ease.

Neither appearing overly fawning, nor leaving people with an impression of coldness.

Having such a woman by his side is indeed a great help for that hothead Zhang Chao.

Half an hour later.

Jianning City Bureau conference room.

Yu Dazhang sat in the seat of honor, his gaze sweeping over the officers on both sides of the conference table.

Why does this feel so strange?

Captain Hua's state doesn't seem right either — what kind of look is that?

Yu Dazhang noticed that the way Captain Hua was looking at him was like examining some rare item.

Being stared at with such a look by a grown man made him thoroughly uncomfortable.

So awkward — could something have happened on the road?

"Ahem~"

Yu Dazhang pretended to cough to cover the awkwardness inside.

"Um…" He thought for a moment, then said:

"Captain Hua, have you got some new thoughts on this case? Speak up so everyone can weigh in too."

Who would have thought Captain Hua simply shook his head and said:

"No, I don't have any thoughts at all — I'll follow your lead in everything."

He stared at Yu Dazhang with an utterly sincere expression, not a trace of falsehood or affectation in his gaze — earnest to the point of absurdity.

Ever since reading that fatty's file, every doubt Captain Hua had originally harbored had vanished without a trace.

Now he only wanted to cooperate properly with Yu Dazhang.

Because he knew this cooperation could very well affect his future career.

His own prospects would also undergo a tremendous change because of this cooperation.

And the key to all of this lay in whether he could establish a good cooperative relationship with Yu Dazhang.

In this life of ours, although ability is certainly important, sometimes luck is equally indispensable.

If a chance to win lying down were placed before one…

One must seize it tightly without the slightest hesitation!

(End of chapter)