Chapter 150: Li Ya

"Teacher, there are many deals now that cannot see the light of day. If Li Ya comes, will he..." Gossiping was certainly interesting, but Hong Zhiyou was more worried about his financial path being obstructed.

"I know what you mean."

"But I have no choice. This old classmate of mine is currently in a rush to cultivate his own power."

"He is following the old path of Boss Dai."

"For any government office, no matter how small, he wants to plant a member of the Iron-Blooded Corps inside to lie in wait."

"Moreover, he is a new force. In the future, he will most likely rise to power. Having been exposed to Bolshevik ideology, his indoctrination of members in terms of thought and spirit is even more thorough than the Military Statistics Bureau."

"These Iron-Blooded Corps members are very loyal to him; they strike wherever he points."

"Jinhai is such an important city."

"Jianfeng cannot fully trust me. Sending a Li Ya over, nominally still my student, I have no way to push back."

Wu Jingzhong also shook his head helplessly.

"Understood, just like Chen Jicheng's urgent transfer to the Beiping Garrison Headquarters not long ago; this is planting a nail," Hong Zhiyou nodded.

"When soldiers come, block them; when water comes, earth covers it."

"We cannot manage the affairs above."

"As for the affairs below, do them quietly; I will provide cover for you."

"Also, they currently need someone who can speak to the Americans."

"This time, dealing with the Americans, if the arms deal is completed, they will turn a blind eye to many things in the future."

"What they want is power. As for our meager gains, they know it like the back of their hand. As long as we keep our own tails tucked and don't stand out, there won't be any trouble."

Wu Jingzhong pointed to the portrait on the wall and said.

"With those words from you, Teacher, I am relieved."

"Then let this Buddha come."

"At worst, I'll just burn some incense and worship him."

Hong Zhiyou laughed.

"Go handle your business," Wu Jingzhong said.

Hong Zhiyou walked out quickly.

"Burning incense to worship a Buddha, I'm afraid it won't be effective," Wu Jingzhong watched his back and sighed to himself, feeling somewhat worried.

He stepped out the door.

Lu Qiaoshan was waiting at the corridor entrance leading to the basement and the first floor.

"Brother, thanks."

"If it weren't for you this time, Li Zongren would surely have taken my head."

Lu Qiaoshan gripped Hong Zhiyou's hands with both of his and shook them vigorously.

"Brother Shan, you are too polite."

"If one day you rise to great heights, just don't forget me," Hong Zhiyou said.

If he forgot, Zhang Zui would treat him to a bullet.

If he didn't forget, he would still have a life to live.

"If I become wealthy, I will not forget you."

"You are my own brother. Just wait, I will repay you," Lu Qiaoshan answered very seriously.

"Have you thought of a strategy for Ma Kui's matter?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"Yes."

"Ma Kui attempted to murder me, and Lao Wu shot and killed him to save me."

"Brother, what do you think of this plan?"

Lu Qiaoshan drew his service pistol, 'Click!', and chambered a round.

"Brilliant."

"As expected of the senior brother from the Nanchang Investigation Section days!" Hong Zhiyou gave a thumbs up.

"Heh, not at all."

"I'm just out of options. I'm off."

Lu Qiaoshan waved his hand with a smile and walked toward the basement interrogation room.

He arrived at the interrogation room.

Ma Kui's head was slumped back on the electric chair; the dizzying effect had not yet fully passed.

"Wake him up," Lu Qiaoshan ordered.

Lao Wu splashed a basin of cold water on Ma Kui's face.

Ma Kui woke up in a daze, shook his head, and muttered:

"Stinking woman, her leg strength is quite something."

"If she weren't a Mobile Corps Commander leader, I could write my surname 'Ma' upside down."

"Ma Kui, we meet again," Lu Qiaoshan adjusted his glasses and smiled contemptuously.

"I want to see Director Mao."

"Last night, in the alley near the Laifuli Hotel, I recorded a conversation between Yu Zecheng and Whether Zuo Lan."

"Yu Zecheng is Mount Emei!" Ma Kui said.

"Your mouth has already been torn to shreds, yet you still dare to spout nonsense here."

"Ma Kui, you are nothing but a fart now."

"If you were to say from that stinking mouth of yours that the Generalissimo is a Red Ticket, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

"Less of this useless nonsense."

Lu Qiaoshan took a sip of tea and looked at Ma Kui with eyes full of sarcasm:

"To tell you the truth, Director Mao has personally ordered that you must disappear."

"In a moment, you will step onto the train to Jingling again."

"Are you happy?"

"Director Mao wants to kill me?" Ma Kui frowned and shouted in disbelief.

He knew Mao Renfeng had already abandoned him.

But to say he would kill him, that was something he absolutely could not believe.

Back in the Japanese-occupied period, he had risked his life many times to run errands for Mao Renfeng and protect him.

"Ma Kui, use your clumsy pig brain to think. You are Mount Emei, a servant of three masters; why would Director Mao save you?"

"To let that stinking mouth of yours run to the Ministry of National Defense and say how he rescued a traitor?"

"You are just a fool who makes everyone unable to sleep peacefully."

"Except for the King of Hell, who can tolerate you?"

Lu Qiaoshan did his utmost to mock and strike at Ma Kui.

He needed to enrage Ma Kui.

Only then could the plan be implemented smoothly.

"Say no more."

"Send me to Jingling," Ma Kui said.

"Before sending you to Jingling, there are some things I still need to tell you."

"You know Liu Quanfa, right?"

"He has always liked your wife. He was fired by the Station Master the other day, and I told him your wife had returned to Shanghu."

"That very night, Liu Quanfa bought a train ticket to Shanghu."

"I remember you have a house in Shanghu, right?"

"If I'm not mistaken, Liu Quanfa is lying on your comfortable big bed right now, holding the beauty in his arms."

"A fine house indeed."

"A fine beauty."

"Everything has become Liu Quanfa's. Ma Kui, tell me, why did you struggle so hard?"

"In the end, it all bears the surname Liu."

Lu Qiaoshan chuckled maliciously.

"Ah!"

Ma Kui roared ferociously like a wild dog:

"Lu Qiaoshan, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"You deliberately let Liu Quanfa go after my wife."

"You villain."

"I curse your eighteen generations of ancestors."

Lu Qiaoshan shook his head and chuckled: "I wouldn't call it deliberate; I'd just say I'm helping someone fulfill their wish."

"Who in the station doesn't know your wife is a slut? That wiggle of her big butt is truly soul-stirring."

"Liu Quanfa even carved your wife's name on his dormitory bed board."

"Every night in his dreams, he thinks of her."

"Anyway, you're finished, so don't occupy the latrine without doing anything, leaving the beauty to live as a widow."

"I consider this accumulating virtue and doing good."

Speaking of this, Lu Qiaoshan's smile became even brighter.

"Shameless villain."

"You surnamed Lu, you will die a horrible death!"

Veins bulged on Ma Kui's forehead and neck as he gritted his teeth and cursed furiously.

After cursing a few times, he suddenly looked up and laughed loudly.

"Ma Kui, what are you laughing at?" Lu Qiaoshan's face darkened as he demanded.

"Do you know Sun Ke is coming to Jinhai?" Ma Kui said.

"I know," Lu Qiaoshan nodded.

"Zhan Qinghe is a descendant of the Royalist faction; he will definitely kill Sun Ke."

"Once he dies, your and Wu Jingzhong's days won't be easy either."

"Heh heh."

Ma Kui laughed.

"You must be dizzy from confusion."

"He failed his assassination attempt last night. This is this morning's newspaper; you can take a look."

Lu Qiaoshan picked up the newspaper and handed it to him.

Ma Kui took one look, his eyes wide: "Ho, how is that possible? Mr. Zhan is invincible under heaven..."

"No matter how invincible, he's not as effective as a dozen guns."

"Come, sign this confession about colluding with Zhan Qinghe to assassinate President Sun."

"Comrade Mount Emei!"

Lu Qiaoshan sneered.

"You, you all..."

Ma Kui's face instantly turned as pale as paper, like a defeated rooster, completely wilted.

"Sign it."

"If you don't sign, I'll beat you to death."

Lu Qiaoshan drew his service pistol, 'Click!', chambered a round, and slapped it onto the table.

He walked over, raised his hand, and gave Ma Kui two slaps:

"This is to teach you how to be a person in your next life."

"Remember, there are some people you cannot afford to offend."

Ma Kui's anger burned, his teeth clenched tightly:

"Lu Qiaoshan, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go."

"Rest assured, there will be a chance."

"However, even as a ghost, you'll be one without balls. How pathetic," Lu Qiaoshan pulled another wave of hatred fiercely.

"Take him away."

"Transport by train, ticket bandits hijacking the car for the second time."

"Ma Kui, this time there should be no one to save you, right?"

He chuckled and waved his hand.

Lao Wu and two other burly men stepped forward, grabbed Ma Kui, and dragged him out.

Ma Kui knew his life had reached the countdown stage.

Thinking of Lu Qiaoshan deliberately leading Liu Quanfa to Shanghu to find A-Di.

And suffering the humiliation of being ball-less.

The rage in his heart instantly surged.

No.

He couldn't just die in vain like this.

Even if he had to die, he had to drag someone down with him.

Lu Qiaoshan was bullying him too much.

Today was the perfect time to drag him to the grave; it wouldn't be a loss.

Thinking of this, Ma Kui's secretly surging blood turned into infinite strength.

He was getting closer and closer to the interrogation table.

That chambered gun was right before his eyes.

Ma Kui, emboldened, suddenly used his shoulder to ram Lao Wu away.

He darted out like lightning.

Before the others could react, Ma Kui had already grabbed the pistol and aimed it directly at Lu Qiaoshan.

"Captain Ma, don't, don't be impulsive," Lu Qiaoshan hurriedly raised his hands, smiling in terror.

"Lu Qiaoshan, don't mess around."

Lao Wu and the others simultaneously drew their guns and aimed at Ma Kui.

"Heh heh, you know fear now!"

"Lu Qiaoshan, you repeatedly insulted me."

"Didn't you want to turn me into a ghost?"

"I'll send you to see the King of Hell first!"

Ma Kui smiled ferociously and, without the slightest hesitation, pulled the trigger.

'Pa!'

A shot was fired.

A crisp sound of an empty chamber echoed.

Not good!

Ma Kui realized something was wrong, and Lao Wu, whose nerves were already taut, had already pulled his trigger.

'Peng peng!'

Instantly, blood bloomed on Ma Kui's chest.

"You, you..."

Ma Kui's whole body trembled, his eyes wide as he glared at Lu Qiaoshan.

"Captain Ma, have a safe journey."

A cold intent rose at the corners of Lu Qiaoshan's mouth.

'Pu tong!'

Ma Kui's body tilted and fell to the ground.

His eyes remained wide open, dying with regret.

Lu Qiaoshan quickly stepped forward and felt Ma Kui's neck, confirming there was no life left.

"Ma Kui, oh Ma Kui, fighting me with your clumsy IQ, you're still far from it."

He secretly smiled with contempt, turned his head, stood up, and gave Lao Wu a slap:

"You idiot."

"Who told you to fire?"

"There were no bullets in this gun of mine; he couldn't have killed me."

"I!" Lao Wu was stunned.

He hadn't expected that instead of getting benefits for saving someone, he had invited disaster.

"Listen well, Ma Kui was a person specifically named by Director Mao."

"Write me a report immediately!"

"Go home and worship your ancestors well, and pray that Director Mao can spare you."

Lu Qiaoshan pointed at Lao Wu and those few interrogators, tucked the file under his arm, and walked away quickly.

He stepped out of the interrogation room.

"Whew!"

He let out a breath of relief, his mood pleasant.

Ma Kui was dead.

There was someone to take the blame.

Perfect!

Lu Qiaoshan went straight to his car to find Liu Yunchen.

The next day.

Jingling.

The Generalissimo held his cane and paced slowly in the back garden.

The dampness by the river.

The erosion of time.

Made the steps of this leader gradually become heavy.

"Generalissimo."

"A report just submitted by the Jinhai Station."

Chen Bulei walked in quickly, his eyes behind thick glasses full of dissatisfaction.

"Delin colluding with Royalist remnants to assassinate Sun Ke?"

The old man frowned and looked at Jianfeng beside him:

"What do you mean?"

Jianfeng took a look and said blandly: "President Sun just returned to Jingling this morning; wouldn't this investigation be too rash and hasty?"

"Wu Jingzhong is your old classmate, and you trust him very much."

"Does this look like something a senior general of long standing would do?"

The Generalissimo asked back.

"It doesn't," Jianfeng feared his father; involving President Sun, it was not easy to point it out directly.

"Generalissimo."

"Let alone the investigation, this secret letter alone is full of loopholes."

"I am familiar with Delin's handwriting."

"Although this person's imitation has some resemblance, in some details, such as Delin's habit of leaving a hook at the end of his strokes, this one is relatively smooth."

"It is very obvious that this was deliberately forged by someone."

"The purpose was to frame Delin, but the means were too crude, making one laugh."

Chen Bulei said quite indignantly.

The Generalissimo did not answer; he walked slowly to the sofa and sat down.

Generally, intelligence from a Class A station would not be sent directly to the Aide-de-Camp's Office.

Instead, it would be submitted to headquarters.

Processed by Mao Renfeng, and if it concerned major matters, reported upward.

Obviously, this was forwarded by his son, Jianfeng.

"Liansheng's temper is a bit hasty."

"Many things cannot be achieved overnight; now is not the right time."

"Tell Liansheng that I am already aware of this Pingjin matter, and he need not blame himself."

After taking a sip of tea, the Generalissimo said blandly.

"Father, then what about this letter?" Jianfeng asked.

"Since it is a forged letter, just destroy it; let this matter end here," the Generalissimo said.

"Yes, Father," Jianfeng accepted the order respectfully.

Office.

The phone rang.

Sun Ke's heart jumped, and he answered the phone as fast as he could:

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Understood."

"Jianfeng, thanks."

"Good."

Hanging up the phone, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his hanging heart finally put down.

This Pingjin networking meeting was an extreme failure.

Li Delin's foundation was too deep.

It couldn't be shaken at all.

Sun Ke had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

He knew the means were very clumsy.

An old fox like Wu Jingzhong would definitely be able to see it and would absolutely not follow through.

It wouldn't really cause a major chaos.

But he had to do it.

Because the old man could accept his failure in networking, but his attitude had to be clear.

Currently, the Americans were constantly applying pressure, and many veterans were restless.

Above the court and among the people, there were already undercurrents surging.

The old man had always been suspicious and might suspect him of deliberately not putting in effort; this letter was the best evidence that he was putting in effort and showing he was not in the same camp as Li.

Now it seemed he had luckily passed the test.

"No wonder he can be deeply valued by Jianfeng, Dai Li, and Zheng Jiemin."

"Wu Jingzhong is indeed a capable official."

Sun Ke looked out the window and sighed happily.

The next day.

Jinhai Station.

Hong Zhiyou and Yu Zecheng were eating fresh melons and fruits with Wu Jingzhong.

"Zecheng."

"How is the matter with Wu Taixun going?" Wu Jingzhong asked.

"His mouth is still very hard."

"He wants to go through the channels of Ma Hansan and the Beiping garrison," Yu Zecheng said.

"The means are still not ruthless enough."

"Boss Dai is already dead, and Ma Hansan is a clay bodhisattva crossing the river, unable to save himself; why be polite with him?"

"His past collusion with the Japanese devils is something you can grab a handful of."

"Directly label him a traitor."

"If he dares not be honest, use ruthless methods; shoot him."

Wu Jingzhong frowned and said.

"Yes, Teacher."

"It was I who was too concerned about the Wu family's reputation; I will go grab him now," Yu Zecheng said.

"What reputation does the Wu family have?"

"It is no longer the era of warlord hegemony."

"The sons of old warlords, like him and Lu Xiaojia, have long been intolerable to the world."

"When you go to grab him, grab his wife too."

"That is Zhu Qiling's daughter; there must be no shortage of things in their home."

Wu Jingzhong sneered with disdain.

"Station Master, the matter has been resolved; Lao Wu killed Ma Kui," Lu Qiaoshan submitted the report and said.

Wu Jingzhong raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Lu Qiaoshan smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

"If he's killed, he's killed; send the report to Jingling," Wu Jingzhong withdrew his gaze and said.

"Station Master, the Red Ticket female representative Whether Zuo Lan said she wants to take back Mount Emei's body."

"What do you think?"

Lu Qiaoshan asked again.

"They certainly don't lose out."

"One Buddha niche, exchanged for two living people, and now they even want the dead one."

"Give it to her."

"Mount Emei, a martyr of the Red Ticket," Wu Jingzhong sneered.

"Yes."

"Perhaps the grave will be piled with fresh flowers, singing praises and extolling his virtues," Yu Zecheng echoed with a laugh.

"Zecheng, have you read the reorganization official letter issued by headquarters?" Wu Jingzhong asked.

"I have," Yu Zecheng nodded.

"Good."

"Secretary Hong, go call the heads of each department to the conference room for a meeting," Wu Jingzhong said, and walked out first.

Arriving at the conference room.

After the personnel of each department were all present, Wu Jingzhong sat at the head and said:

"From today on, the Military Statistics Bureau has passed away."

"The Generalissimo has given this institution a new name called... the Confidentiality Bureau."

He turned his head to look at Yu Zecheng: "It's called the Confidentiality Bureau, right?"

"Yes," Yu Zecheng nodded.

"Confidentiality Bureau!"

"It doesn't sound as grand as Military Statistics at all."

"The name has been changed; new department, new atmosphere."

"Zecheng, you tell everyone about it."

Wu Jingzhong sighed with emotion and ordered.

"It's like this: according to headquarters' requirements, our station must cut fifty spots. The places for those leaving are also not bad: the Relief Agency, the City Defense Bureau, the Jingling Officer Corps."

"Also, field operations must be reduced by eighty people."

"In a word, the station's funding will not be very generous in the future; everyone can talk to the people below and see who is willing to leave voluntarily," Yu Zecheng said to everyone.

The heads present looked at each other, each with a sorrowful expression.

After the meeting.

Wu Jingzhong returned to his office, looked at the two of them, Hong and Yu, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"You two, you saw their expressions just now."

"None of them want to leave."

"Military Statistics, what a glorious existence it once was."

"Flash your ID and collect gold and silver."

"Who didn't fear it a little when they saw it?"

"With Boss Dai's death, we have damn well become people who keep secrets for others; the Garrison Headquarters and the garrison don't take us seriously at all."

"This is the reality right now."

"It can be seen that they don't want to leave. After all, in terms of benefits and perks, there is nothing fatter than our Military Statistics station," Yu Zecheng laughed.

Hong Zhiyou brewed tea for the two of them and echoed with a smile:

"Good flowers don't bloom often, good scenery doesn't last long."

"Being laid off is very normal."

Wu Jingzhong sighed and said:

"Yes, here we can decide their fate with one word."

"But in the eyes of the Ministry of National Defense, they can also decide our life and death with one word."

"Everyone, take care of yourselves."

After a pause, he said: "Zhiyou, at noon, find a good restaurant; we will all welcome the Buddha niche together."

"The Buddha niche is coming to Jinhai?" Yu Zecheng feigned astonishment.

"Yes."

"On the surface, he is sent by headquarters to replace Ma Kui's position."

"Behind the scenes, he is a supervisor sent by Jianfeng."

"Specifically watching you and me."

Wu Jingzhong curled his lips and smiled.

He was not very repulsed by the Buddha niche's arrival.

Having Lu Qiaoshan hold the action team concurrently was never a long-term solution.

The underground struggle in Jinhai and the corruption of the army were very serious problems. Since the people above wanted to take real action, then someone with real ability had to come and shoulder the burden.

"I know the Buddha niche."

"He was in the same class as me, an honor student in the action class."

"He is highly valued by Yu Lexing."

Yu Zecheng nodded and said.

"That's not the point."

"The point is that he and Liu Xiong are like father and son. Liu Xiong was a Goshawk, and he has long since received the true teachings of those eyes."

"Zecheng, you must be careful in the future."

"Be careful of his private retaliation."

While Wu Jingzhong reminded Yu Zecheng, he was also reminding himself.

"Teacher, rest assured, I will have a sense of proportion," Yu Zecheng nodded and said.

"You two go pick up the person."

"I'll rest for a while and wait for you at the restaurant later," Wu Jingzhong ordered.

After the two left.

Wu Jingzhong called Xiao Guohua in and asked in a deep voice: "Have all those materials on Liu Xiong been destroyed?"

"They have been destroyed."

"Even if Li Ya comes, he won't be able to find any problems," Xiao Guohua said.

"Those old, rotten things about Yu Zecheng must also be cleaned up."

"I know Li Ya; like Liu Xiong, he is a ruthless person."

"In addition, you must hurry up and clean up the action team. Promote Sun Xing to deputy captain, and insert two people from the security section you can trust."

"The action team was held in Ma Kui's hands in the past and often acted without orders."

"I don't care who sent him."

"This situation is absolutely not allowed to happen again under Li Ya."

Wu Jingzhong instructed solemnly.

"Understood, I will arrange it now," Xiao Guohua accepted the order and left.

"Buddha niche!"

"He should be worshipped properly," Wu Jingzhong's mouth curled into a cold smile.

12:30 PM.

Hongfu Teahouse.

A large table of fine wine and dishes was served.

Wu Jingzhong sat at the head.

Li Ya sat directly opposite.

The two, Yu and Hong, sat on the left and right.

"Come, Li Ya, let me introduce you."

"Zecheng is your old classmate, so there's no need to say more."

"This is Hong Zhiyou, my secretary."

"Secretary Hong, this is the famous Buddha niche who lurked in Yancheng," Wu Jingzhong introduced with a smile.

"Captain Li," Hong Zhiyou leaned over and shook his hand.

"I am ashamed."

"Boss Dai gave me instructions to perform great feats during wartime."

"The war hasn't even started yet, and I was chased back."

"This famous name of mine is probably a joke in the Military Statistics Bureau," Li Ya joked with familiarity.

"Not at all."

"Li Ya, you are more haggard and yellower than before," Yu Zecheng laughed.

"You don't know."

"What kind of life was lived in Yancheng? Hoeing the fields every day, eating steamed buns and corn buns."

"When the wind blows, the sand and dirt fill your mouth."

Li Ya shook his head and complained.

"Captain Li is truly not easy."

"Since you've come to Jinhai, enjoy yourself properly."

"This is a world of flowers; you won't eat yellow earth here, and you'll definitely have your fill of wine and meat," Hong Zhiyou flattered with a smile.

"Not at all, we are all colleagues from now on."

"I still ask the Station Master and you two to take care of me," Li Ya said with a full face of smiles.

"Come."

"Raise a glass to our returning hero!"

Wu Jingzhong raised his glass at the right time and proposed a toast.

After two rounds of drinks.

Li Ya was not polite; he drank wine elegantly, but he devoured the food like a wolf.

"Everyone, let me be a laughingstock."

"When I first returned to Xi'an, my heart was restless and unwilling; I had no appetite for anything."

"Arriving in Jingling."

"Headquarters only gave commendations, no money. Except for Comrade Jianfeng treating me to a big meal, my pockets were empty; how could I afford to go to a restaurant?"

"Today, I am relying on the blessings of the Station Master and you two."

"Finally, I can have a full meal," Li Ya took the opportunity to show his cards while eating.

"Captain Li, Jianfeng treated you to a casual meal."

"Tsk tsk, that must have been very sumptuous."

"With this treatment of yours, for people like us who assassinated Li Haifeng and Ke Chengwu, we couldn't catch up even if we whipped our horses."

"At most, we could only get a 'Good, good, good' from the Generalissimo," Hong Zhiyou said with a faint smile, indicating that the people present were no pushovers.

"Correct."

"You two are talents commended by Boss Dai and the Generalissimo."

"Come, I'll toast you," Li Ya glanced at Hong Zhiyou and hurriedly raised his glass to return the toast.

"You are all young talents."

"As long as everyone stays united, the Jinhai Station will be as solid as a rock."

"This Ma Kui stirred up the station so that no one could have peace."

"Li Ya, you have become the action team captain; you must take this as a warning," Wu Jingzhong hinted to Li Ya.

"Station Master, rest assured."

"As long as it is beneficial to the Party and the State, Li Ya will not refuse."

"As for things not beneficial to the Party and the State, I won't touch even a hair."

"This was also Comrade Jianfeng's instruction to me before I left."

Li Ya smiled and pushed back without a trace.

"Well said."

"Then let us toast Comrade Jianfeng with this glass," Wu Jingzhong smiled unnaturally.

After the meal.

Li Ya took a large bag out of the car, took out gifts, and said:

"Station Master, you two."

"My pockets are not generous; this is roast duck from Jingling, which is also a major local specialty."

"Please accept it."

"Li Ya, you are too polite; why bring gifts when you come?"

"Then I will accept this sentiment from my old classmate," Yu Zecheng accepted it with a smile.

Hong Zhiyou also expressed his gratitude.

Returning to the station.

Li Ya didn't rush to the office to take roll call; he called out to Hong Zhiyou and said:

"Secretary Hong."

"For my house, service car, etc., please make it convenient."

"Also, can I advance two months' salary?"

"My pockets are truly empty."

Hong Zhiyou decided to turn up the intensity on this guy.

He pulled Li Ya aside and whispered: "Captain Li, to tell you the truth, this assistant position of mine in the General Affairs Section is just a nominal title."

"The seal is in the hands of Section Chief Lu Qiaoshan in the Intelligence Section."

"The main sections in the station are all carried by Section Chief Lu."

"It's not effective to look for me; you have to ask him for it."

"Section Chief Lu?"

"I heard about him at headquarters; he is a fellow townsman of Director Zheng."

"That's fine, I'll go meet him," Li Ya raised his chin and shook his head, his brow full of arrogance.

Hong Zhiyou could see it.

Li Ya, on the surface, was better at speaking than Ma Kui and understood some human relationships, but not much.

But deep down, he was still arrogant.

At least, he was very confident in his own qualifications and achievements.

And Lu Qiaoshan?

He loved to put on airs and cared about face.

It would be strange if these two met and were harmonious.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 151 =====

"The station's several main sections are all carried by Section Chief Lu.

"It won't do any good to come to me; you have to ask him for it."

"Section Chief Lu?

"I heard about him at headquarters; he's a fellow townsman of Bureau Chief Zheng.

"Alright then, I'll go meet him."

Li Ya tilted his chin and bobbed his head, his brows full of an arrogant air.

Hong Zhiyou saw it clearly.

As for Li Ya, on the surface, he was better at talking than Ma Kui and understood some social nuances, but not many.

Yet, deep down, he remained arrogant.

At the very least, he was very confident in his own seniority and achievements.

And Lu Qiaoshan?

He was most fond of putting on airs and cared about face.

It would be a wonder if these two could get along harmoniously when they bumped into each other.

……

(End of chapter)