Chapter 327: Let Him Die in Jinhai

8: 0 PM, Lishun Hotel.

Hong Zhiyou looked at his little sister, who was dressed in a light-colored evening gown and acting bashful, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Don't say it.

Over the past three years, Xiaohui had grown increasingly graceful, like a young woman.

"Brother, who is this friend you mentioned?

"Let's get this straight: I'm only meeting them. If you're trying to play matchmaker for me again, I won't agree to it," Hong Xiaohui said, pouting.

"It's just a friend, let's meet and have a meal.

"If you happen to hit it off, it wouldn't be bad to get to know each other.

"This is also Mom's wish."

Hong Zhiyou said with a gentle smile.

"Fine, I'm hungry anyway, I'll mooch a big meal off you," Hong Xiaohui said with a mischievous smile.

She had wanted to say that dating was absolutely impossible.

But upon seeing her older brother's expectant and enthusiastic gaze, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Let's go!"

Hong Zhiyou held her hand and led her to the private room.

Upon meeting her, Lu Ming couldn't help but stare in a daze.

He had originally assumed that Hong Xiaohui came from the countryside in Xiaoshan and must be rustic and ugly; otherwise, given Hong Zhiyou's reputation and financial power, such a prize would have been snatched up long ago.

His father wouldn't have hesitated so long before making the decision to marry into the Hong family.

Xiaohui wasn't tall, about 1. 2 meters, with delicate, well-defined features and jet-black hair held back by a crescent-shaped hairpin; her almond-shaped eyes, in particular, were clear and bright, radiating youthful vitality.

Her oval face couldn't be called stunning, but it possessed the gentle, enduring beauty of a jade from the water towns.

Compared to the women from wealthy families, military officers, or rich merchants that Lu Ming had met, Hong Xiaohui indeed had a unique charm.

As soon as Lu Qiaoshan saw his son's infatuated look, he knew the boy had taken a liking to her.

Never mind Lu Ming.

Even he and Li Xiufen hadn't expected that Hong Xiaohui, who usually wore a blue shirt, skirt, and black leather shoes, would look so beautiful once polished.

A girl really does change with every year.

"Xiaohui, quick, come over and sit.

"It's been a while since we last met; the girl has grown up so beautifully."

Li Xiufen was delighted and walked over to greet her.

Back then, to prevent Ma Kui from assassinating them, the couple had stayed at the Hong residence for a while, so they weren't exactly strangers.

"Xiaohui, let me introduce you.

"This is Section Chief Lu's son, Lu Ming, a lieutenant, young and promising."

Hong Zhiyou took the initiative to introduce them.

"Xiaohui, hello, I..."

Wearing glasses, with a fair and refined complexion, Lu Ming hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to greet her.

Hong Xiaohui's face darkened: "No need.

"I don't want to know you."

"This..." Lu Ming's hand froze in mid-air, and he was completely embarrassed.

Lu Qiaoshan, who had been full of smiles, suddenly turned gloomy, and Li Xiufen also looked bewildered.

"Xiaohui, what nonsense are you spouting?" Hong Zhiyou tugged at her sleeve and winked.

"Brother, you don't need to say anything more.

"If I had known I was eating with their family, I wouldn't have come.

"I will never sit at the same table as an executioner whose hands are stained with the blood of students."

Hong Xiaohui stared coldly at Lu Qiaoshan, whose eyes were flashing with a fierce light, her tone as firm as iron.

"In that case, Miss Hong, we are on different paths and cannot work together?" The fierce light in Lu Qiaoshan's eyes intensified, though his face remained gently smiling.

"That's right," Xiaohui nodded.

"Not working together is fine, but being on different paths is not necessarily a good thing.

"Your brother and I walk the broad, righteous path; I don't know what path you are walking, Miss Hong, but I hope it isn't a path of no return, a dead end.

"Young people who choose the wrong path will find it very troublesome."

Lu Qiaoshan crossed his legs, folded his hands, and said with a chilling smile.

"How I choose my own path is not something a butcher like you needs to teach me."

After saying this, she shook off Hong Zhiyou, turned around, and walked out with her head held high.

"Brother Shan, Sister-in-law, I'm sorry," Hong Zhiyou said, spreading his hands apologetically.

"Zhiyou, go talk to her; don't let her be led astray, living a good life instead of choosing a dead end," Lu Qiaoshan said with a fake smile.

Hong Zhiyou gave a bitter laugh and turned to chase after her.

"Qiaoshan, how can you talk like that?

"How can you keep talking about dead ends and hopeless paths in front of Secretary Hong? Isn't that a slap in his face?"

Li Xiufen frowned and reminded him.

"Did you hear that?

"Executioner, butcher—that's her evaluation of me."

Lu Qiaoshan bit his lip and tilted his chin in annoyance.

"Qiaoshan, she's just a child; don't take it to heart, why bother arguing with her?" Li Xiufen urged.

"Mom, what child?

"When you were her age, you already had me."

Lu Ming adjusted his glasses, feeling humiliated, and sneered.

"Mingzai, don't stir up trouble here; instead of persuading your father, you're making things worse," Li Xiufen glared at her son.

He was new here and didn't know how formidable Hong Zhiyou was.

But Li Xiufen knew very well.

Without Hong, their family would have been finished several times over.

Hong Zhiyou's kindness to the Lu family was greater than heaven; not to mention repaying it, to turn into enemies would be to lose one's conscience and be no different from a beast.

"I think she's just relying on having a brother and doesn't put my father in her eyes at all.

"Maybe it's a double act they're putting on.

"If she didn't want to date me, she could have just said so; was there any need to put on this show?

"Tch!"

Lu Ming adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said disdainfully.

Li Xiufen wanted to say more, but Lu Qiaoshan laughed gloomily: "That's right, if the sister isn't taught, it's the brother's fault.

"Slapping his face is a light punishment.

"In my temper, I should have just shot this ignorant, arrogant woman.

"Do you think I don't know what she's been doing?

"Printing things in the middle of the night, posting red-ticket slogans everywhere—don't underestimate her; she's an important member of the red-ticket student union organization.

"If I didn't want to keep a hold on Hong Zhiyou, keeping this card in my hand.

"I would have executed her on the street during that protest in October.

"She doesn't know what's good for her; she's seeking her own death!"

Seeing that Lu Qiaoshan was getting worked up again, Li Xiufen opened her mouth but didn't dare to persuade him further, fearing she would fan the flames.

Hong Zhiyou chased her outside and called Xiaohui to a stop.

"What are you doing? You know Lu Qiaoshan is an executioner, yet you still provoke him. Are you tired of living?

"Do you know that without me, you would likely have been a ghost under a gun long ago?"

He grabbed Xiaohui and scolded her with a stern face.

"Brother.

"Sister Manzhu has told me about you; I admire you very much, and I know you've had it very hard, and I know even better that you want to protect me.

"But this is not what I want."

Hong Xiaohui smiled calmly.

"You're crazy. Your way of struggling is too stupid; it's just throwing your life away for nothing.

"I let you get in touch with Lu Ming so it would be beneficial to your work," Hong Zhiyou said.

"Stupid, perhaps.

"But this stupidity is worth it.

"The world is like this: too many people are bullied and oppressed but dare not cry out. Struggle requires methods, requires hiding needles in silk, requires worldly wisdom.

"But it also requires raging fire, thunder, storms, and those who cry out until their voices are hoarse.

"If everyone shrinks back and stays silent because they fear the butcher's knife in their hands, who will revolt, who will speak up?

"Who will take to the streets and shout to tell the poor masses that fairness and justice still exist in this world, and that there are people shedding their blood and sacrificing their lives for them?"

"There must always be someone to shout, there must always be someone to face the dripping blood head-on, to break the lies of the Jiang government.

"This world is already tragic enough, with too much swallowing of insults. Brother, I don't need worldly wisdom, I only want struggle—to struggle to the end against all injustice, against all dark reactionaries.

"If the price of turning into raging fire and thunder is to be smashed to pieces, I only wish to die for a worthy cause.

"Lu Qiao, I am not afraid of him.

"If tomorrow, or the next second, I fall in a pool of blood, I will not have a shred of regret, because I have struggled, I have never been afraid.

"That's right, I am a fool.

"But such fools will only grow in number; they will fight the Jiang government to the death until total victory.

"Perhaps it will be ten years, perhaps fifty or a hundred, but I firmly believe that victory belongs to us.

"I believe that one day, the children will remember us under the sun and call out the names of us fools."

Hong Xiaohui looked at her older brother with tears in her eyes, her smile calm and powerful.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Hong Zhiyou asked through gritted teeth.

"I am afraid.

"But people have to die eventually, don't they?

"Either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather; to die for the people is to be heavier than Mount Tai," Hong Xiaohui said.

"Fine.

"You really are cut out for propaganda; I can't out-talk you."

Hong Zhiyou said, holding his forehead.

"Brother, I am not trying to persuade you.

"It is you who dote on me too much, forgetting that I am a soldier.

"If one day I sacrifice myself, do not be sad; take good care of Mom.

"If I am arrested, I will never say a single word related to you.

"Please, just let me meet my end with composure."

Hong Xiaohui bowed to him and turned to walk away quickly.

"Xiaohui..."

Hong Zhiyou raised his hand, but in the end, he did not stop her.

He knew his little sister had grown up.

Her courage was as radiant as the morning sun of youth.

Hong Zhiyou lowered his head to light a cigarette and took deep drags.

He was reflecting on himself.

In the past, he had always thought people like Xiaohui were fools.

But Xiaohui was right.

If there were no such fools, the long streets would be empty, and justice would be silenced and plunged into eternal darkness.

"Go on and be your fire, your thunder, your gale.

"It won't take ten years.

"It's coming soon, it's coming soon."

Hong Zhiyou threw down the cigarette butt and crushed it firmly with his leather shoe.

Fire and thunder were necessary, but worldly affairs had to continue as well.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke and walked quickly back to the private room.

"Brother Shan, my little sister is ignorant and has been spoiled since she was young; please don't take it to heart," Hong Zhiyou said, pouring a glass of wine and raising it to apologize on her behalf.

"Not at all, not at all.

"We are like brothers; your sister is my sister, how could I hold a grudge against a child?"

Lu Qiao laughed heartily and clinked his glass with Hong Zhiyou's.

"Lu Ming, hurry up and toast your uncle.

"You getting the Axe brand agency in Suzhou, and your transfer to Jinhai this time, were all thanks to your uncle's help."

As he spoke, he beckoned to Lu Ming.

"Uncle, thank you for your care," Lu Ming said with a refined smile, showing no discomfort at all.

It really is true: if you aren't embarrassed, it's the others who are.

That "uncle" was called out cleanly and crisply.

If Hong Zhiyou hadn't seen all kinds of people, he might have actually been "moved."

"Don't be polite, we're all family.

"Come, I'll have a drink with you on Xiaohui's behalf; I'll introduce you to someone better later."

Hong Zhiyou said with a wink and a smile.

"Can't blame Xiaohui.

"I just blame my own lack of fortune; I don't have that kind of fate with Xiaohui," Lu Ming said, downing his glass in one gulp.

After the meal, Lu Qiao waved his hand and instructed:

"Ming, your mother has had too much to drink; you drive her home first."

"Yes.

"Goodbye, Uncle."

Lu Ming and Li Xiufeng walked out of the private room quite tactfully.

"Zhiyou, have you mentioned Lu Ming's transfer to the Intelligence Division to the Station Chief?" Lu Qiao asked with a smile while sipping green tea.

"I mentioned it.

"The Station Chief has already called the Personnel Division of the Second Bureau, and they let him go quite readily.

"Just have him come to the Intelligence Division to report tomorrow morning."

Hong Zhiyou said.

"That's great.

"I knew that if anything landed in your hands, it wouldn't be a problem at all.

"It's getting late, I'll be going now.

"By the way, you should advise Xiaohui more; don't let her associate with those unsavory people.

"The higher-ups are tightening their grip on public opinion now; if things go wrong, it could mean live-fire suppression.

"Bullets have no eyes.

"If my subordinates happen to be blind and hurt her, it would ruin the bond between us brothers."

Lu Qiao said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Alright," Hong Zhiyou nodded.

As soon as Lu Qiao returned home.

He saw Lu Ming in the living room, shouting frantically:

"A great humiliation, a great humiliation!

"I, a dignified man of seven feet, actually have to call something born of a rural mongrel 'uncle.'

"He's only a few years older than me!

"Look at that look of satisfaction on his face; he clearly really treats me like a junior."

"Why is your temper just like your father's? The man has done our family a favor; calling him uncle won't make you lose any flesh, what's the big deal?" Li Xiufeng tried to persuade him from the side.

"Enough, stop with the 'favor' this and 'favor' that all day long; if he really had a conscience, he would have returned that eighty-thousand-dollar bid to me long ago.

"I paid for his bid.

"It's been sold for over half a year, and I haven't seen a cent of my share."

Lu Qiao walked in, glared at Li Xiufeng, and loosened his tie.

"Favor this, favor that—as if we're inferior to him; from now on, you keep your mouth shut," he said, throwing his suit jacket at Li Xiufeng.

Li Xiufeng caught it and dared not say another word.

She felt a bad omen in her heart.

Lu Ming coming to Jinhai hadn't persuaded Qiao at all; instead, he was constantly fanning the flames. If this continued, something would happen sooner or later.

Sigh.

Even people like Kong Er and Anderson had fallen.

If Qiao still dared to scheme against the Hong siblings, he would only be inviting disaster upon himself.

"Dad, has there been any word on my transfer to the Action Team?" Lu Ming asked.

"Yes, the Second Bureau has already agreed.

"You can report to the Action Team tomorrow morning," Lu Qiao nodded and said.

"That's great.

"This way, we can work together as father and son," Lu Ming said with great joy.

"Indeed.

"I don't have many people I can truly use on my hands right now; although Sheng Xiang has followed me for many years, he is too greedy and too petty.

"Furthermore, he has too many reservations in his actions; in the end, he is not fit for great tasks."

"Once you arrive, many things can be put into practice."

"Once we successfully send Qian Siming to Wandao this time and earn a few more merits, I will promote you to Captain. By then, we will take over the Action Team, and the entire Jinhai Station will be ours."

Lu Qiao sat with his legs crossed and smiled.

"Take over the Action Team?"

"Li Ya is not someone to be trifled with, don't forget you..." Lu Ming didn't dare to finish the sentence.

"I have already obtained ironclad proof of his collusion with the Reds."

"After we finish this current task, we will deal with him. Once Li Ya is gone, Hong Zhiyou and I can recommend you as Deputy Team Leader, giving you actual control over the Action Team," Lu Qiao said.

"Understood."

"Dad, you really are meticulous in your calculations," Lu Ming flattered him.

"Go."

"Stop bringing that stuff from outside into the house," Lu Qiao scolded with a smile.

"Dad, didn't you say that one must be slick in life?"

"Sigh."

He suddenly sighed.

"What, have you really taken a liking to Hong Xiaohui?" Lu Qiao was so sharp that he saw through his thoughts at a glance.

"Yes."

"Don't you think she's sick in the head? Hong Zhiyou is doing so well, she could have anything she wants, so why did she get mixed up with the Reds?" Lu Ming shook his head, completely unable to understand.

"There's nothing hard to understand about that."

"It's just that one who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black," Lu Qiao sneered.

"Dad, you, are you saying Secretary Hong is colluding with the Reds?" Lu Ming asked in shock.

"Sigh."

"I never said that. It is a fact that Hong Zhiyou earns money from the Reds, but that is a different matter from colluding with them."

"You don't understand the matters involved; you must never gossip in the station in the future."

Lu Qiao warned him sternly.

"Then what did you mean by 'one who stays near vermilion...'?" Lu Ming was extremely curious.

"You will know in the future."

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Come, take a look at this."

Lu Qiao took a stack of photos out of his briefcase and then picked out one of them.

"Have you memorized this face?"

"This is his file," Lu Qiao gave him another document.

"Liu Shan?"

"Professor Qian once worked as a physics teacher at Nankai Middle School for a period, and this Liu Shan was once his student."

"Liu Shan once pursued Hong Xiaohui and was very close to Hong Zhiyou for a time."

"I intend to send you and Liu Shan to take care of Qian Siming."

Lu Qiao said.

"Dad, what if he really tips off Hong Zhiyou? Wouldn't your plan to use Professor Qian as bait or to send him to Wandao be exposed?" Lu Ming asked, completely confused.

"No."

"Many people know about this, especially Li Ya. He will definitely use any means necessary to kill Qian Siming to smear me."

"If Liu Shan joins and something happens, I will have the investigation team link the matter to Liu Shan, and subsequently bite at Hong Zhiyou."

"He has the Americans backing him, which can relieve a lot of pressure."

"Furthermore, this Liu Shan has always wanted to join the Secret Service Bureau. His previous handler was killed by me. There are benefits to taking in such a person," Lu Qiao said.

"Understood, this is a strategy of killing two birds with one stone."

"However, I specifically went to Qian Siming's residence for a look this afternoon. There is someone there, and I'm afraid Liu Shan and I might not be able to get in," Lu Ming said.

"No rush."

"You will know tomorrow," Lu Qiao said.

The next day.

Lu Qiao led Lu Ming to the Station Chief's office.

"Lieutenant Lu Ming greets Station Chief Wu!" Lu Ming walked in and saluted respectfully.

"Good."

"A man of talent, truly worthy of a scholarly family."

"As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog for a son."

"Qiao, I am very optimistic about you two father and son joining forces this time."

Wu Jingzhong signed the transfer documents and appointment letters with a flourish.

"You flatter me, you flatter me."

"Sorry to trouble you, Station Chief. I hope for your continued guidance in the future," Lu Qiao smiled.

"You are too polite."

"Lu Ming, work hard. Your father is now a pillar of Jinhai; don't embarrass him," Wu Jingzhong smiled.

"This subordinate will strive to follow my father's example and establish new merits soon," Lu Ming said.

After leaving the Station Chief's office.

Lu Qiao had just sat down when the phone rang:

"Good, I understand."

After hanging up, he dialed another number:

"Did he call you?"

"Is it arranged?"

"Good, I understand."

"Lu Ming, this is your information. The matter with Qian Siming is settled," Lu Qiao pulled open a drawer and handed him a file.

"Yes, Father," Lu Ming said.

"Foolish."

"At the office, you must address me by my position. How did you forget again?" Lu Qiao frowned.

"Yes, Division Chief Lu," Lu Ming quickly corrected himself with a smile.

"Go see Liu Shan, then go to Qian Siming's place. Remember, your name is Cao Fang, and like Liu Shan, you were a student of Professor Qian at the middle school," Lu Qiao instructed in detail.

"Yes, Fa... Division Chief," Lu Ming accepted the order.

36 Hunan Road.

Qian Siming was sitting on the sofa reading a book, completely undisturbed by the fact that the attendant who took care of him in the morning had been in a car accident.

Before returning to the country.

He had already been in contact with key members of the Red side, and it was they who strengthened his confidence in returning home.

He believed that with the wisdom of those people, escaping his predicament was only a matter of time; he just needed to remain patient and wait.

Liu Shan and Lu Ming walked in.

Upon mentioning the past, Professor Qian immediately remembered: "Liu Shan, you haven't changed much since then, still with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a big guy."

"As for Cao Fang, you've become more refined. You were a wild kid back then."

"After I graduated, I worked at the Literature and History Museum, immersed in books every day, so I picked up a bit of a scholarly air," Lu Ming answered modestly.

"Reading is good."

"You two, what is your take on the current situation?" Qian Siming asked.

"That must be a total victory for the National Army. The National Army has American resources and uses American equipment..." Before Liu Shan could finish, Qian Siming frowned in displeasure and interrupted him, looking at Lu Ming:

"Cao Fang, what do you think?"

"I feel the situation is extremely unfavorable for the National Army."

"We have American aid and weaponry, but the Reds win through strong organizational power, responding to every call, unity from top to bottom, and having military geniuses like Lin and Su who can command large corps in battle."

"If we cannot win a quick victory, the situation is hard to say."

"Personally, I am more inclined toward..."

Lu Ming followed his father's instructions and deliberately leaned his stance toward the Reds.

"Hmm."

"You haven't wasted your time reading; you have some insight," Qian Siming nodded in approval.

He asked this intentionally to probe them.

Now he was surrounded by secret agents and had lost contact with the Reds.

He couldn't figure out if these two were sent by the Reds.

Now it seemed that neither of them were good birds.

That fool Liu Shan kept looking at Lu Ming when speaking and acting, clearly taking his lead from this person.

And as for Lu Ming, he was simply a fake.

Qian Siming's memory was far superior to the average person; although many years had passed, that troublemaker Cao Fang had left a deep impression on him.

Cao Fang had a black mole on his left ear.

But this person did not.

Clearly, it was a disguise.

Combined with the fact that the person caring for him had been in a car accident, Qian Siming keenly realized that these two were likely agents sent by the Confidentiality Bureau.

This was trouble.

He felt a secret headache coming on.

With agents planted right by his side, it would likely be even harder for the Red Ticket side to transfer him.

However, he was not panicked.

It was nothing more than death; it was absolutely impossible for him to go to Wandao to throw his life away for the corrupt Jiang family father and son.

……

Operations Team office.

Gao Yuan walked in with hurried steps and reported to Li Ya, who was pondering matters:

"Captain, I just found out that Lu Qiaoshan has sent his son and Liu Shan to Qian Siming's home.

"Furthermore, there are people from the Inspection Team and the Intelligence Division all around.

"Our people cannot find an opportunity to strike."

"This is indeed a troublesome matter." Li Ya stood up and rubbed his chin.

"People have to eat and relieve themselves, right?

"Go check if they are ordering food or cooking for themselves," Li Ya said.

"They are cooking.

"The person who was caring for Qian Siming before was hit by a car while out buying groceries, which is how Lu Qiaoshan seized the opening," Gao Yuan said.

"What 'seized the opening,' that was Lu Qiaoshan's doing," Li Ya corrected.

"Find someone to pose as a vegetable farmer, or someone selling meat or fish.

"Take the opportunity to poison them.

"See if you can send this Professor Qian to the afterlife."

His eyes turned cold as he gave the order.

"Yes."

Gao Yuan took the order and left.

It was not that Li Ya did not know the importance of Qian Siming.

It was just that Lu Qiaoshan had been too successful.

Now that he had already climbed above the Station Chief, if he performed another meritorious deed, it would further compress his own living space.

Furthermore.

He felt that a single Qian Siming could not play much of a role.

Rather than this, it would be better for this person to be dead than alive; if he were dead, he could at least stab Lu Qiaoshan in the back.

Gao Yuan left the station.

He deliberately passed by Hong Zhiyou's office.

His luck was good; Hong Zhiyou was inside drinking tea.

Gao Yuan blinked nonchalantly, then strode past.

Arriving outside, he quickly pressed a written note under a nearby fruit stand.

Hong Zhiyou understood.

He did not go to retrieve it immediately.

Li Ya and his group had a habit of watching the windows.

After a moment, seeing Li Ya drive away from the station, Hong Zhiyou went to the fruit stand and retrieved the intelligence.

He had a sufficient reason for buying fruit.

Because the Station Chief loved fruit.

Therefore, it would not arouse the suspicion of Li, Lu, and the others.

Returning to the station.

Hong Zhiyou carried the fruit directly into Yu Zecheng's office:

"Old Yu, there's a place on Hengshan Road that does good iron-pot stewed goose; will you treat me to lunch?"

"Sure."

If he was asking for a treat, there must be an important matter.

Yu Zecheng leaned in closer.

Hong Zhiyou whispered: "Li Ya is going to make a move on Professor Qian; he has already sent Gao Yuan to the equipment room to collect poison. With Lu Qiaoshan's 'waiting for the hare' approach, the Red Ticket hasn't been caught, and Professor Qian will be played to death by Li Ya first."

"This is indeed a troublesome matter.

"We have to proceed in two steps," Yu Zecheng said in a low voice.

"What kind of two-step method?" Hong Zhiyou knew he had the skills, which saved him from having to rack his own brain.

"Before Professor Qian went abroad, he had a friend named Chen Yan, and the two had a good relationship.

"This Chen Yan later went to Yanjing University, and she is also the foreign language tutor for the daughter of the General Headquarters.

"Moreover, this Ms. Chen is one of our people.

"I have already applied to the organization to ask her to come and see Qian Siming,"

Yu Zecheng said.

"I don't quite understand; wouldn't Ms. Chen be walking into the tiger's den by coming, playing right into Lu Qiaoshan's hands?" Hong Zhiyou said.

"But have you thought about it?

"Since our people know this is a trap, it's not easy to enter the field.

"If we let Lu Qiaoshan drag this out any longer, it's just buying Li Ya infinite time and opportunity.

"With Li Ya's methods, he is in the shadows while Professor Qian and Lu Qiaoshan are in the light; it is very difficult to defend against him," Yu Zecheng rubbed his temples and said with a headache.

"Understood.

"So, you are having Ms. Chen 'throw herself into the net,' and then using the prestige of the General Headquarters to shake up Lu Qiaoshan, making him abandon this foolish idea and immediately transfer Qian Siming.

"And then look for an opportunity during the transfer of Qian Siming?"

Hong Zhiyou quickly figured out Yu Zecheng's intention.

……

(End of chapter)