Chapter 13

"Qiu, this, this is..." Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin's eyes widened, his slightly puffy eye bags becoming even more prominent.

"This is my boyfriend, Hong Hong Zhiyou.

"Hong, this is a senior from Beiyang University, his name is Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin."

Miss Wanqiu was full of sweetness, sticking even closer to Hong Hong Zhiyou.

"Mr. Old Xie, long time no see!"

An idol, Hong Hong Zhiyou stepped forward and greeted him enthusiastically.

"What kind of work does Mr. Hong do?" Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin asked curiously.

Actually, the Central Statistics Bureau also had members on the Preparatory Committee, but Old Xie's rank was too low to attend the club's dance parties.

Therefore, he didn't know Hong Hong Zhiyou.

"I'm making a living at the Naval Club," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"Naval Club?

"Old... Old brother, you're a capable person. That place is full of rich people," Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin said with a stutter and a smile.

"Just scraping by," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"Old brother, you're from the Jinhai Station, right?" Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile.

"Why do you say that?"

"I'm familiar with everyone in the municipal government who comes to this place.

"Those who can handle the Naval Club and be treated by Mr. Mu, can only... can only be from the Jinhai Station," Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin said.

Hong Hong Zhiyou smiled, which was considered an admission.

"I'm very familiar with your Captain Ma. Shall we have a meal together another day?" Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin wouldn't miss any opportunity to do business.

"Old brother, if you're not with the municipal government, then you must be with the Ye faction.

"If Ye Ye Xiufeng knew we were eating together, wouldn't he smash your head?"

Hong Hong Zhiyou sneered.

"Old brother, those rules and regulations... those are for honest people.

"This is my phone number. Ask your Captain Ma; there will be a time when you need me."

Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin took out a business card and handed it over.

Quite fashionable.

Hong Hong Zhiyou took it, stuffed it into his pocket, and then kissed Miss Wanqiu on the cheek:

"Qiu, go back and get some sleep, you didn't sleep well last night."

"Mr. Old Xie, goodbye."

He gave Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin a proud smile and got into the car.

Damn, they just kissed?

And didn't sleep well last night?

Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin looked at Miss Wanqiu with surprise and depression:

"Qiu, you, were you together last night?"

"Yeah, he's my boyfriend. My uncle and aunt are very fond of him too, so... we got together."

Miss Wanqiu watched the car drive away with reluctance.

"You... didn't you say you didn't have a boyfriend?" Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin was a bit anxious.

"We met last night," Miss Wanqiu said.

Met last night, and then stayed the night?

Are you kidding me?

Is this still the pure little junior from Beiyang University?

"Qiu, don't mess around. Don't I know what kind of person you are?" Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin forced a smile.

"You really don't know what kind of person I am.

"Mr. Old Xie, I'm going to practice the piano. Goodbye."

Miss Wanqiu smiled faintly, ignored him, and turned to walk inside.

Previously, as someone sent by the Central Statistics Bureau, her uncle had intended to curry favor and set her up with him.

But in Jinhai, the Jinhai Station was the real power faction.

Furthermore, her uncle had investigated.

This person's parents died early, he had no background, and his rank wasn't high.

He was into prostitution and gambling, and was a hypocritical person.

And he was a stutterer.

A while ago, when Yu Zecheng arrived, what was his status?

A Major in the Military Statistics, cultured, upright, and a confidant of Wu Wu Jingzhong.

He was streets ahead of Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin in every way.

Not to mention compared to Hong Hong Zhiyou, the talented person approved by her aunt.

Therefore, there was no chance for her and Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin, so naturally, there was no need to be hypocritical.

"Qiu..."

Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin waved his hand gloomily, and Miss Wanqiu walked in on her high heels without looking back.

"Cheap woman.

"Is it inlaid with gold... or silver? Women, aren't they all just two mouths, top and bottom?

"Do you really think I care about you, you dog traitor!"

Old Xie Old Xie Ruolin threw away the rose in his hand fiercely and left while cursing.

Miss Wanqiu returned to the hall.

Mu Liancheng was accompanying Keiko in watering the flowers.

Seeing Miss Wanqiu, his pockmarked face grew long:

"A girl who doesn't know shame, what kind of behavior is this?"

"Uncle... I, what did I do?" Miss Wanqiu asked in confusion.

"What did you do with that guy surnamed Hong last night?" Mu Liancheng snorted coldly.

Miss Wanqiu's cheeks burned, and she remained silent.

"I don't care about you young people sleeping together.

"But screaming and shouting, have you even abandoned ethics and morality?

"He is your father, who is your dead father, and who am I?

"You don't want face, but I do.

"You've lost all the face of our Mu family."

Mu Liancheng threw the watering can in anger and went straight to the inner room.

He and Keiko had gone specifically to listen to the room last night.

They wanted to know how far the relationship between these two young people had developed.

They never expected to hear this.

Mu Liancheng was so angry his lungs were about to explode, and he didn't sleep well all night.

Even the whores in the Xiuchun Tower only call men 'master', not 'dear father'.

And she's supposed to be a top student from Beiyang!

Miss Wanqiu was so ashamed at this moment she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

It was all Hong Hong Zhiyou's fault.

He insisted on making her call him "father," "dear father." Miss Wanqiu loved him, and in the heat of the moment, naturally, she let him do whatever he wanted.

Now it was good, her uncle had heard it.

So embarrassing.

"Qiu, you're like a woman now," Keiko laughed, her gaze full of appreciation.

She didn't have any good feelings for this "niece."

She was just a tool to be used.

However, Keiko was very pleased that Miss Wanqiu was young, beautiful, and knew how to play.

In this world, being alive is more important than anything else.

Beauty and figure are a woman's greatest capital for survival.

Just based on this girl's flirtatious nature, even if she stays in Jinhai in the future, at the very worst, she'll be a socialite and won't have to worry about a livelihood.

Miss Wanqiu bowed slightly with a red face and ran away quickly.

Hong Hong Zhiyou returned to the Jinhai Station.

"Station Master." He went straight into Wu Wu Jingzhong's office.

"Hong Zhiyou, why aren't you resting? I'll grant you a day off, get some good rest.

"Only when your body is well-nourished can you serve the party and the country."

Wu Wu Jingzhong greeted him with a smile and had him sit on the sofa.

"Thank you, Station Master. Just a scratch, it's nothing," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"That opium from last night, do you have a channel to digest it?" Wu Wu Jingzhong leaned closer, rubbing his fingertips in a hint.

"Doesn't the Station Master's wife know Mrs. Tian of the Security Brigade?

"She specializes in reselling these things," Hong Hong Zhiyou said.

"She won't do.

"I know those women; they specialize in killing acquaintances. The richer and higher the official, the harder she kills.

"You're familiar with them."

Wu Wu Jingzhong smiled vulgarly, his voice lowering even more:

"Some things are better said in bed than at the dinner table.

"Women, once they're happy, aren't they just made of clay, for you to mold as you please?

"This matter still depends on you."

Hong Hong Zhiyou wanted exactly this effect.

"Station Master, I'm afraid I can't do it these few days. The Second Young Master of the Cao Gang has declared at the club that I won't live past seven days.

"If I walk out of the Jinhai Station gate now, I might get shot in the back."

Hong Hong Zhiyou shook his head, looking helpless.

"Those damn beasts!" Wu Wu Jingzhong slapped his thigh in anger.

"Alright, you avoid the limelight first. Section Chief Lu is familiar with them, you talk to him first, and I'll go give them a word."

After a pause, Wu Wu Jingzhong said.

You old man are finally willing to say a word... Hong Hong Zhiyou hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

Leaving the Station Master's office.

He saw a round-faced man in a suit, slightly chubby, walking in with a few policemen.

"Secretary Hong, it's good you're here."

The man took off his hat, his demeanor quite respectful.

"You are?" Hong Hong Zhiyou found him a bit familiar, but couldn't remember his name.

"My name is Huang Zhong, I'm a detective at the police station," the man said.

"Detective Huang, is something the matter?" Hong Hong Zhiyou asked.

The Military Statistics Station had always overseen the Garrison Command Inspection Section, the Second Section of the Garrison, and the Police Department Intelligence Section; this was to facilitate the monitoring of military and police departments.

After the restoration and reconstruction, the Inspection Team was split off, and the 94th Army conflicted with the Second Section.

This was also the reason why people like Lu Lu Yuxi and Regiment Commander Xu dared to challenge Li Ya later.

However, the police station was still under the actual jurisdiction of the Jinhai Station Intelligence Section.

It was just that it had always been the responsibility of Lu Qiaoshan, so Hong Hong Zhiyou wasn't familiar with it.

"We've already cleared up the culprit from the Huludao Lane last night. It was a group of robbers from Jibei. Station Master Wu wants you to sign this," Huang Zhong took out a document.

Heh, a group of robbers.

Sure enough, they didn't dare to touch the Cao Gang.

"Swish, swish!" Hong Hong Zhiyou's face darkened, and he quickly signed his name.

After signing, he walked towards his office.

Just as he stepped in, Huang Zhong dismissed his subordinates and followed him in.

"Secretary Hong, can we talk alone?" Huang Zhong bowed and offered a cigarette.

"Cut the small talk."

Hong Hong Zhiyou was neither cold nor warm.

"Secretary Hong, Mrs. Kang said you are a true Buddha, and I have something I'd like to ask for your help with," Huang Zhong closed the door and lowered his voice.

Introduced by the little lover?

"Sit." He poured a cup of tea for Huang Zhong.

"Station Master Wu and the others..." Huang Zhong glanced in that direction.

"Don't worry, he won't care," Hong Hong Zhiyou said faintly.

Wu Wu Jingzhong wished he knew more people so he could squeeze more oil and water.

"I have someone here, and I'd like to ask you to open your mouth before Station Master Wu."

Huang Zhong took out some information.

One was a traitor list.

One was personal information.

There was a yellowed photo on the information.

Long Tianyun.

The name wasn't familiar, but the photo was.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, a fierce aura.

Isn't this Long Er, Old Yu's later personal lackey?

(End of chapter)