Chapter 39: Old Lu Turns Over

"Lu Qiaoshan!"

"How did you think of him?"

Wu Jingzhong's expression was subtle, and he asked with a faint smile.

"Station Chief, Division Chief Lu already knows he was wrong."

"Now that the Cao Gang has been removed, and Zheng Jiemin is far away, Lu Qiaoshan has no one to rely on, just a tiger without claws and teeth."

"You might as well give him a step to come down."

"With this favor, he will definitely go all out against Zhang Shaobai, no worries about him not confessing."

"When the time comes, you reward Lu Qiaoshan a little, and he will have to be grateful."

Hong Zhiyou analyzed while pouring him tea.

He knew that this was exactly what Wu Jingzhong was thinking.

The old thief wouldn't say it himself.

He had to make him say it.

It was clearly testing his handling of human relationships.

"A station with one heart is the true clear sky." Hong Zhiyou added with a smile.

"You are right."

"Politics without human touch is short-lived."

"Right now the Red Ticket is rampant, and the Generalissimo looks at Jinhai very heavily."

"Although Lu Qiaoshan is a petty man, his profession is solid, he is an old man in the intelligence line, and still has some use."

Wu Jingzhong was greedy, but he never slacked off in his main job.

"Go, call Division Chief Lu." He ordered.

"Yes!"

Hong Zhiyou accepted the order.

"Brother, how is it, was Zhang Si caught?" As soon as he entered the room, Lu Qiaoshan asked impatiently.

"Rest assured, I shot him dead myself." Hong Zhiyou smiled.

"Great!"

"I was afraid this dog thief wouldn't die, and with his bird mouth, he would talk nonsense and dump shit on me." Lu Qiaoshan let out a long sigh of relief.

"There is still shit, and a big portion of it."

"Zhang Shaobai was caught back by Director Yu, his mouth is probably a hundred times smellier than his father's."

Hong Zhiyou shook his head.

"Damn!"

"To save his life, what wouldn't this kid say?"

"If Ma Kui is allowed to interrogate, whatever is true or false, he will definitely dump it all on my head."

"When the time comes, I won't even know how I died."

Lu Qiaoshan was anxious and pale.

"What are you panicking about? Who interrogates is up to the Station Chief."

"The Station Chief wants you to go to the office."

Hong Zhiyou comforted him unhurriedly.

"Brother, my life or death depends on this one time, wish me luck." Lu Qiaoshan smiled bitterly, buttoned his clothes, and stood up to leave.

"Wait, rinse your mouth."

"You've been holding in a big fire these past few days, don't smoke out the Station Chief."

Hong Zhiyou looked at Lu Qiaoshan, whose lips were dry and eyes were bloodshot, and reminded him.

"Yes, yes. Let brother see you laugh."

Lu Qiaoshan laughed awkwardly, chewed some dry tea leaves, swallowed them with warm water, wiped his face, and then headed toward the Station Chief's office.

Hong Zhiyou returned to the office.

After a while, he saw Lu Qiaoshan walking in with high spirits.

As soon as he entered the door.

Without a word, he bowed deeply to Hong Zhiyou.

"Brother Shan, what are you doing?" Hong Zhiyou hurriedly returned the salute.

"Zhiyou, you are a gentleman, you are my noble person."

"Twice, you saved my life twice."

"Nothing else to say, from now on we are brothers, close brothers."

"I believe this." Hong Zhiyou's smile was clear.

"Cough, cough!"

Lu Qiaoshan shook his suit, and started to reveal his petty face again, shaking his finger and speaking in a high tone:

"The Station Chief didn't cut me, I'm still the Intelligence Division Chief."

"In addition, the matter of interrogating Zhang Shaobai is also handed over to me... fully... responsible."

"No share for Ma Kui!"

Responsible is responsible, can you not bite the words "fully responsible" and let saliva fly everywhere?

"Congratulations, Division Chief Lu, surviving a disaster must have future blessings!" Hong Zhiyou dodged back and didn't skimp on the flattery.

"Oh, this time it was a blessing in disguise."

"Without the Cao Gang, I am the Station Chief's man from now on. After interrogating Zhang Shaobai, it will basically be stable."

Lu Qiaoshan waved his hand and smiled brightly.

"Great, I'm waiting for you to sit as Deputy Station Chief and take your brothers to get promoted and get rich." Hong Zhiyou said in a low voice.

"Wait, it will come." Lu Qiaoshan narrowed his eyes, extremely proud.

"Old Lu, do you understand the Station Chief's meaning?" Chatting is chatting, but business still needs to be pointed out.

"Understand."

"Rest assured, I've stripped the Zhang family's shoe soles clean."

"Want to go take a look together?"

"The Zhang family didn't disgust you less."

Lu Qiaoshan tilted his head, murderous intent appearing in his eyes.

"No."

"Wasting words with him, I might as well take a nap." Hong Zhiyou said disdainfully.

Slapping the face is certainly refreshing.

But running in front of a dying person to show off is too childish.

Furthermore, the Station Chief gave this job to Lu Qiaoshan, so it's better to avoid it if possible.

"Alright, these past few days have been bitter for you."

"You rest, brother will treat you to dinner another day."

Lu Qiaoshan exchanged a few polite words, put his hand in his pocket, and left lightly.

It must be said that Lu Qiaoshan is truly ruthless.

Zhang Shaobai was tortured to the point of life and death, and even confessed where his family's three generations of ancestral graves were.

After confessing, he attempted to "escape" on the way to Shuitun Prison and was shot dead on the spot by Lu Qiaoshan.

Subsequently, under the black-box operations of Long Er and Hong Zhiyou, Wu Jingzhong received the largest piece of the cake in the operation to wipe out the Cao Gang.

Just the antiques filled a truck, and there was no shortage of gold bars, US dollars, and opium.

This is not to mention the military supplies from the south for which the final payment had not yet been settled.

In this wave, Old Wu could be said to have earned a full pot.

That evening, Wu Jingzhong called Yu Zecheng and Hong Zhiyou to his home for a casual meal, waved his hand, and rewarded each of them with three large gold bars.

Sister Mei also personally tailored a set of high-end suits and a pair of leather shoes for the two, and gave them several boxes of coffee specially purchased from Xiangdao.

That enthusiasm was truly like one family.

Wu Jingzhong's thick love, others didn't stay idle either.

Lu Qiaoshan invited them to dinner.

Zhang Tinge and Du Jianshi invited them to play tennis.

Even Yang Wenquan and Xu Zhiwu invited Hong Zhiyou to a meal and gave him two fine German-made handguns.

Hong Zhiyou's connections in Jinhai were almost full.

For the next week, once the final payment for the military supplies arrived, the God of Wealth was busy flying.

Garrison Headquarters, municipal government, garrison, just sending big gifts to all the big masters.

It made the ladies of the club and Wanqiu urge him with a phone call every day.

Early morning.

Hong Zhiyou climbed off the sofa.

Recently, the small treasury had skyrocketed, and his hair hadn't grown less.

He took out the hair wax given by Zhou Gendi, slicked his hair back, and the flavor immediately came up; he really had the look of a young master.

After fixing his hairstyle and eating breakfast, Hong Zhiyou hummed a little tune and came to the building.

"Not easy, Old Wu finally gave it."

Click!

He weighed the keys and unlocked the Station Chief's office.

Daily cleaning, boiling water.

Desk drawer... hold on, I'm not Xie Ruolin or Old Yu, stealing that stuff isn't worth two cents.

Eight o'clock.

Wu Jingzhong arrived at work on time.

Hong Zhiyou was already sitting at the reception table on duty, not slacking off in the slightest because of his "merit."

"Station Chief." He stood up to greet him.

Wu Jingzhong nodded slightly, very satisfied with his performance: "Come in, I have something to tell you."

"Didn't sleep well last night?" As soon as he sat down, Wu Jingzhong asked with a smile.

"The screen window was blown open by the wind, didn't notice during the day, mosquitoes gathered at night, didn't sleep well all night." Hong Zhiyou said with a bitter smile.

"Hey, can't do without a woman to take care of you, time to marry a wife." Wu Jingzhong laughed.

"Wanqiu is still young, and Mu Liancheng's traitor hat..."

Before Hong Zhiyou finished speaking, Wu Jingzhong interrupted him:

"That traitor's little girl's background is not good, how can you take acting on stage seriously."

No, there's something in his words.

This is sending a task!

"Didn't you say last time to let me marry her?" Hong Zhiyou asked boldly with a smile.

"Women are like clothes, wear them twice and there's no freshness, time to throw them away." Wu Jingzhong squeezed his eyebrows and pointed out.

Damn, your rural cotton-padded jacket has been worn for decades, why don't you throw it away?

"But Wanqiu and I have only known each other for less than a month..." Hong Zhiyou played dumb.

"Why don't you understand?"

"You are my person, with a bright future."

"Traitors will affect progress."

"Let me show you something!"

Wu Jingzhong opened the drawer and took out a document.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 40 =====