Chapter 4

Leaving the restaurant, Hong Zhiyou drove to the mansion at No. 1 Changde Road.

This area used to be the British Concession.

The foreigners ran away, and those mansions became hot commodities for key officials.

When it comes to grabbing things, no one could grab better than the Jinhai Station.

The No. 1 mansion with its superior geographical location was a testament to Wu Jingzhong's iron fist.

Hong Zhiyou handed the things sent by the Kang family to the Station Chief's wife, Sister Mei, and after some flattery and politeness, he said goodbye and returned to the station.

Passing by the Confidential Section, old Yu was lecturing his subordinates.

The door was open.

A new official takes three fires; this was for others to see.

After all, the station had just been rebuilt, and Hong Zhiyou, this concurrent director, didn't have a strong backer and had to be busy playing mahjong with the wives all day.

Ma Kui and Lu Qiaoshan didn't care about him at all, treating the people in the Confidential Section like whores to be used whenever they wanted, and the inspection of confidential documents was also very casual.

Yu Zecheng was different.

With the rank of major and being the Station Chief's student, no one dared to look down on him.

Hong Zhiyou nodded slightly to greet him and returned to his office.

His office was adjacent to the Station Chief's office.

But most of the time, he was serving tea and water, or standing at the registration desk in the hallway, ready to listen to orders.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The Station Chief, escorted by Liu Xiong, walked out of the office.

Hong Zhiyou exchanged glances with him, signaling that it was done.

Wu Jingzhong looked appreciative and left in a pleasant mood.

"Director Yu, has the residence been arranged?"

While walking out, Yu Zecheng walked out carrying his briefcase.

"It's arranged, on Taishan Road two streets away; Secretary Hong, feel free to come over as a guest when you have time," Yu Zecheng said with a warm smile.

"I will, goodbye Director Yu."

Hong Zhiyou smiled and said goodbye.

Yu Zecheng left by car.

The Jinhai Station is a "leading" unit; if it has nothing else, it has a large courtyard, many cars, and sufficient funds.

Not to mention department directors like old Yu, even Ma Kui's deputy Qi Qi Da Fu and Lu Qiaoshan's lackey Sheng Xiang were equipped with dedicated cars.

"Secretary Hong, has the Station Chief left?"

Just as he was about to leave, Lu Qiaoshan called him to stop.

"Just left!" Hong Zhiyou answered.

"This is the procurement list for logistics; you hand it to the Station Chief for his signature tomorrow morning," Lu Qiaoshan said, inhumanely slapping the report into Hong Zhiyou's arms before ducking into the car.

"Oh, right, for the placement of major enterprises and equity distribution in the Coordination Committee, you go back and write a report; I want to see it."

He poked his head out again and gave an instruction.

"Division Chief Lu, the Coordination Committee's affairs are handled personally by the Station Chief," Hong Zhiyou reminded him.

"I really want to tear your mouth apart!"

Lu Qiaoshan's face stiffened, and then he pointed at him:

"I know what's in that belly of yours; you're probably giving all the party-state's assets to those women!"

"The report, I must see the report tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, Division Chief Lu!" Hong Zhiyou nodded.

Lu Qiaoshan stared at him without blinking, and only after seeing him standing respectfully did he wave his hand to let the driver start the car.

The small phoenix eyes under the round-rimmed glasses were extremely gloomy and ruthless.

You just keep showing off; sooner or later you'll get a peanut (bullet)... Hong Zhiyou watched him off politely.

After old Lu left, he turned and walked toward the dormitory in the back.

The dormitory was a row of old bungalows, and a large warehouse was built on the side for indoor shooting, combat, and other training.

Arriving at Dormitory No. 3, there were eight bunk beds inside, which could accommodate sixteen people.

As soon as he entered, the pungent smell of stinky feet mixed with sweat hit his nose.

Mi Zhiguo, Chen Beifa, Liu Genbao, and a few other young people were shirtless, gnawing on steamed buns with cabbage and vermicelli.

"Brother Hong!" Several people stood up quickly to greet him.

"So plain," Hong Zhiyou laughed.

"That's right, brothers are running their legs off all day; there used to be a few pieces of braised pork at night, but now it's cabbage stalks every meal," Mi Zhiguo complained.

"I heard from old Luo in the cafeteria that Division Chief Lu has pocketed it all himself."

"Damn that thief from Guangdong; the field allowance has been held up for two months and still hasn't been issued."

"Secretary Hong, why don't you react to the Station Chief."

Several people chattered and started gossiping.

"Don't mess around; if I had that ability, would I still be squeezing in here with you?"

Hong Zhiyou teased, opened the bag, took out the leftovers and good wine packed from the restaurant, and placed them on the stool.

"Wow, roasted lamb chops, roasted chicken..."

Several people hurriedly gathered around to eat and drink.

"Brother Hong, if only you were in charge of the General Affairs Section, brothers would be eating and drinking well with you."

"Exactly, that guy surnamed Lu is stingy, and Team Leader Ma is also all talk; he promised me a silver dollar for running to Yixian, and there's still no sign of it."

"Don't even mention it; last time I went out for field work, I paid for the meals and cigarettes myself, and they didn't reimburse me when I asked."

Several people started complaining indignantly while eating.

Hong Zhiyou sighed in his heart... Hey, you guys are really wronging Team Leader Ma.

Ma Kui really has no money.

He is not greedy, or rather, not very greedy.

After being arrested, Zhou Gendi didn't even have a settlement allowance, which shows that the family foundation is not wealthy.

Furthermore, Lu Qiaoshan is at odds with Ma Kui, holding the General Affairs Section, and grabbing logistics and finances with both hands. Not to mention reimbursement, even the wages and field allowances of Ma Kui's subordinates are deducted under various excuses.

Moreover, Lu Qiaoshan is a well-known smiling tiger who loves to talk about pomp and seniority.

Other departments are all dressed in coarse cloth Zhongshan suits.

Only his Intelligence Section has everyone in shiny Western suits and ties, living in a four-person room at the east end that is warm in winter and cool in summer, and even the pistols equipped for field work are the latest American models.

According to the station's system, Hong Zhiyou, as the Station Chief's secretary, can apply for housing and a car.

But without a rank on his shoulders or a faction, Lu Qiaoshan looks down on him and only treats him as a scrap piece of material for serving tea and water, ordering him around.

So, not to mention housing or a car, the dormitory is the worst arranged.

Why else would the original body sleep in the office every day? At least it doesn't stink and there's no snoring.

Not to mention the original body, just look at old Yu, a major and the Station Chief's student—so what? Didn't he only get an old courtyard house left by a traitor teacher, and still have to squeeze with Accountant Zhou and old Xie?

You have to know that Ma Kui lives in a European-style mansion.

As for Lu Qiaoshan himself, the mansion on Guilin Road is no smaller than the Station Chief's.

It's clear that he still looks down on Yu Zecheng, thinking he's an eyesore for managing the Confidential Section.

Of course, no matter how much resentment everyone has, it's useless.

Who told him to be a fellow townsman of Officer Zheng, even the Station Chief has to give him three points of respect.

"Alright, stop blabbering; if old Lu finds out, you'll be in big trouble."

Hong Zhiyou greeted a few words, went to the training room to practice boxing, and fired hundreds of bullets to test the original body's skills.

The original body looked average on the outside, but inside it was all sinewy muscle.

His explosive power and marksmanship were both good.

Not only could he easily handle women like Mrs. Kang, but he probably wouldn't die even if he took a Vajra Leg from Zhang Zui.

Youth is good.

After taking a shower, changing into clean white clothes, white leather shoes, and a black bow tie, and then putting on glasses, he was a proper gentle, elegant, and dashing guy.

How could he be less handsome than old Yu?

He just didn't believe he couldn't take down a little pure and innocent Wanqiu who was desperate to live.

Hong Zhiyou was just about to go out when he saw Ma Kui shouting at the dormitory door:

"You bunch of pigs, all of you be quick; if you let the rabbit run away, I'll break your legs."

"Team Leader Ma, busy?"

Hong Zhiyou greeted him.

This action team leader was used to wearing a round-collared spy hat.

His figure was burly and sturdy, his cheek muscles were firm, and his bloodshot eyes were extremely sharp, just like a tireless fighting dog.

"Yeah, unlike you, little brother, who has a good life, lingering in the flowers all day," Ma Kui laughed.

"It's not that I don't have the ability, I can only do some foreign affairs," Hong Zhiyou said modestly.

"Dressed up quite shiny."

"Right, my wife's train is at 7 o'clock tonight; if I can't make it back, little brother, help me pick her up at the station."

"She loves trendy things; you two will definitely have a lot to talk about."

Ma Kui looked him over and said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a photo and handing it to Hong Zhiyou.

No, is this creating an opportunity for me?

Hong Zhiyou looked at the charming Mrs. Ma in the photo and laughed dryly:

"Team Leader Ma, this... this isn't appropriate, right?"

"What's inappropriate?"

"You can pick up Director Yu, why can't you pick up my wife?"

"Hehe, my face as a team leader just isn't as useful as the Station Chief's."

Ma Kui's face sank, and he was a little unhappy.

"Don't!"

"Team Leader Ma, you are a senior, a lieutenant colonel."

"Rest assured, your wife is handed over to me; I guarantee to arrange everything clearly."

Hong Zhiyou immediately straightened his posture.

"Thanks! I'll treat you to a drink another day."

Ma Kui patted him on the shoulder and led a group of people away quickly.

(End of this chapter)