Chapter 47

"Station Chief, I, I neglected my duty," Yu Zecheng said with a panicked face, lowering his head to admit his mistake.

"Clumsy, stupid!"

"Take your head out of your heels and think carefully about how to die more easily."

Wu Jingzhong scolded him angrily.

Hong Zhiyou was stunned watching from the side.

Wu Jingzhong rarely scolded people.

Even if he did, it was at most two words like stupid pig or clumsy.

Especially toward himself and Old Yu, he rarely used dirty words.

Such severe language was absolutely rare.

Old Yu is in big trouble!

Hong Zhiyou looked at Yu Zecheng; his face was pale, and his eyes were rarely panicked.

"Station Chief, what exactly is going on?"

Hong Zhiyou knew that Wu Jingzhong didn't ask him to come just to watch a show.

"Do you know who that Mr. Zhuang from Xiangdao is?" Wu Jingzhong said.

"Who?"

"To make you this angry, it can't be the Chairman's man, right?" Hong Zhiyou smiled, easing the tense atmosphere.

"If it were the Chairman's man, I wouldn't be afraid."

"He is Mao Sen's man!"

"He came to Jinhai specifically to resell things, and now it's fine, the person died in our Jinhai."

"Tell me, how can I answer to Mao Sen?"

Wu Jingzhong slapped the table with a face full of distress.

Mao Sen!

Station Chief of the Military Statistics Bureau in Hangzhou.

Fierce and poisonous, a notoriously evil spirit.

This person was also Mao Renfeng's clan nephew and confidant, Boss Dai's imperial thug and favorite.

It was indeed very troublesome.

"Director Yu, weren't you arresting people and seizing goods?"

"How did you end up beating the person to death?"

Hong Zhiyou asked, holding his forehead.

"He opened fire while we were arresting him."

"He was shot dead in the crossfire."

Yu Zecheng explained gloomily.

Opened fire?

Hong Zhiyou understood.

Right now, after the victory, field officers of the Military Statistics Bureau like Ma Hansan were frantically plundering and extorting Party-State property, and Boss Dai intended to deal with a batch to rectify the family style.

Mao Sen made a fortune in Shanghai.

Dai Li was already dissatisfied with him.

Wu Jingzhong was Boss Dai's confidant, not Mao Renfeng's man.

If Mr. Zhuang fell into his hands, it would be extremely unfavorable for the two Maos.

Therefore, Mr. Zhuang fought to the death.

"Station Chief, what does Director Mao mean?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"What can Mao Renfeng do to me?"

Wu Jingzhong slapped the table in anger, then supported himself on the desk with both hands and said in a low voice:

"Boss Dai is now thinking heart and soul about becoming the Navy Commander."

"If the Military Statistics Bureau changes its gate, Mao Renfeng is very likely to become the head."

"The person died in my hands, it's troublesome."

Yu Zecheng lowered his head and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault for not checking the background of this person beforehand."

"What's the use of saying these things? You two need to come up with a solution."

"I just received news that Mao Sen's special envoy is rushing to Jinhai on a military plane and will arrive in an hour. Speak, you two," Wu Jingzhong frowned.

He just wanted to make money safely in Jinhai.

He truly didn't want to offend all kinds of monsters and ghosts.

Yu Zecheng didn't speak.

"Station Chief, how about returning the things to Mao Sen?" Hong Zhiyou suggested.

"Sigh, I've seen them."

"The things Mr. Zhuang collected are all good."

"You say people like Mao Sen and Mao Renfeng, big rough men who fight and kill, what do they know about collecting art?"

"If these things are wasted in their hands, it's asking for heaven's wrath!"

Wu Jingzhong curled his lips and sighed painfully.

Hong Zhiyou understood.

Wu Jingzhong had his eyes on this batch of treasures.

If he didn't release them, it would be hard to answer to the two Maos.

If he released them, it would undoubtedly be like cutting off a piece of his heart, more painful than death.

Damn old miser.

"Did Mr. Zhuang report to Mao Sen?" Hong Zhiyou took the salary of the lord and worried for the lord.

"Only heaven knows that," Wu Jingzhong sighed with his hands behind his back.

"Station Chief."

"Anyone who can come out to handle errands is an old slippery fox."

"They mostly have the idea of hiding things privately. The student analyzes that Mr. Zhuang likely didn't report it."

"But was waiting to present it in person after arriving in Hangzhou."

"One is to claim credit, the other is that he could hide things privately in the middle."

"If it wasn't reported, this matter is very workable."

Yu Zecheng raised his head and analyzed.

Hong Zhiyou turned his head away awkwardly.

Damn, why does it feel like Old Yu is pointing at me.

"Director Yu's words make sense."

"Teacher, pick out the things you like and painfully part with a few lesser ones to compensate Station Chief Mao."

"He indulged his subordinates in trading with traitors, which has already given us a handle; even if Mao Renfeng comes, he won't be able to pick out any logic."

"On the contrary, Zhuang Cheng was shot dead on the spot."

"He might even have to thank you, Teacher."

Hong Zhiyou nodded hurriedly, helping Old Yu lift the sedan chair.

Wu Jingzhong's eyes lit up, pointing at Hong Zhiyou: "Well said, it's you."

"You go talk to the special envoy!"

"Station Chief, I'm afraid the negotiation will collapse," Hong Zhiyou smiled like a merchant.

"If I remember correctly, you are from the Southeast Special Training Class, and Mao Sen once served as the Southeast Commander of the Sino-American Cooperation Organization."

"The graduation certificate for your class was even awarded by him personally."

"You are an honor student."

"Don't tell me you haven't seen Mao Sen."

Wu Jingzhong pointed his hand and laughed.

"Station Chief Mao encouraged the student a few times."

"I'm afraid he forgot who I am long ago," Hong Zhiyou said with a bitter smile.

"According to the rules, Mao Sen is your teacher."

"Human relations, you can handle this well. The special envoy is arriving soon; you talk to him first."

"Zecheng, there are quite a few things in the Yamato Maru."

"You go pick out a few valuable ones for backup."

Wu Jingzhong's mood relaxed quite a bit.

"Zhiyou, remember to bluff; if there's no report, look at the situation and act accordingly."

"If there is a report, return it all."

After a pause, he instructed cautiously.

"Understood, Station Chief," Hong Zhiyou nodded.

Out of the office.

The two walked side by side in the hallway, Yu Zecheng wiped his cold sweat:

"Secretary Hong, this time I smashed the craft; I might lose my head."

"Not necessarily, you are a Major, and Boss Dai even invited you to a casual meal. Mao Renfeng and Mao Sen wouldn't dare move you," Hong Zhiyou said.

"Brother, it's fine if this batch of things is Mao Sen's private property."

"What if it's a gift for Boss Dai?"

Yu Zecheng's face straightened, then he said in a panic:

"What kind of person is Boss Dai, don't you know?"

"Heaven's majesty is hard to fathom; he turns his face faster than turning a book, and he kills people with a flick of his finger."

"Station Chief Ma Hansan in Beiping has seniority older than our Station Chief, a big figure who lived and died with Dai Li."

"There's wind outside that Boss Dai wants to fix Station Chief Ma."

"I'm just a sesame-sized little person, so he can kill me whenever he wants."

"You must handle the special envoy well."

Looking at Old Yu's eyes, Hong Zhiyou knew he was truly afraid.

Old Yu was always suspicious and cautious.

He might not be afraid of dying heroically.

But carrying the heavy expectations of Ke Gong and dying inexplicably in such a broken matter, no one would be reconciled.

"Old Yu, I understand."

"We are friends."

"Don't worry, once I bluff out that there's a report, or if it's a gift for Boss Dai, I'll immediately have the Station Chief return it in full."

"Once the things are handed over, killing a little pawn will at most demote you by one rank."

Hong Zhiyou knew what he was worried about.

"Yes, my life is all in your hands."

"Thank you, Zhiyou; if I can survive this disaster, I will definitely repay you in the future."

Yu Zecheng held Hong Zhiyou's hands, incomparably grateful.

"Old Yu."

"Look at you saying this, just like the traitors outside who ask me for favors, it doesn't mean anything."

"We are the Station Chief's left and right hands; it's comfortable working with you."

"Your business is my business."

Hong Zhiyou patted him and laughed in a low voice.

"Yes, yes!"

"I'm counting on you."

Yu Zecheng nodded, without saying much more.

"Alright, you go pick the things in the warehouse first, I'll go prepare."

Hong Zhiyou smiled and comforted him, heading to the conference room.

Conference room.

An old acquaintance was already waiting there.

Jinhai City Head Zhang Ting'e.

Old Wu is worthy of being as stable as a tortoise.

Zhang Ting'e was an old man in the municipal government and knew many key officials in the Jingling government, so he could definitely speak up.

This was to find someone to hold the fort in case of a falling out.

One o'clock in the morning.

The special envoy, under the escort of several secret agents, arrived at the Jinhai Station in a rage.

"Secretary Hong, Hangcheng Head Zhou has arrived."

Someone immediately reported by phone first.

"Understood, I'll go welcome him immediately," Hong Zhiyou hung up the phone.

It was actually Zhou Xiangxian who came.

That was a bit interesting.

……

(End of chapter)