Chapter 96: Exhausting Liu Xiong to death

Night.

Sea breeze blowing gently.

By the pier, fishing boats swayed gently with the waves.

Old Six Fish Restaurant.

Under a large iron shed, a dozen tables were set up.

Business was usually booming.

But tonight it was cold and clear, with only a few lonely fishing lights.

"The place Uncle chose is quite remote?"

Wu Ruirui and Hong Zhiyou walked in, fanning away the pungent fishy smell.

"Ruirui, you don't understand."

"To eat seafood, you have to choose the pier."

"Don't look at its remote location, but the stuff is fresh and the taste is good."

Mei Shao introduced while shouting to the boss:

"Old Six, the usual, steamed, grilled, teppanyaki, and raw marinated, one set of each."

"Coming right up."

The boss inside responded.

A moment later, a full table of fresh seafood was spread out.

"Little Hong, how does the seafood in Xiangdao taste compared to Jinhai?" Mei Shao asked with a smile.

"To be honest."

"I've only eaten seafood once, and that was treated by the Station Chief."

"He's stingy, unlike Uncle who makes people eat so happily."

Hong Zhiyou picked up a half-split large lobster and devoured it with garlic vermicelli.

"As long as you like it."

"This is the ledger, take another look, so you can report back to my brother-in-law," Mei Shao took out the ledger and placed it on the table.

"Uncle should know that the Station Chief loves money," Hong Zhiyou smiled.

"Who doesn't love money?"

"I love it too," Mei Shao pretended not to understand.

"The deficit in the accounts is too large, Uncle, make it up."

"Otherwise, I can't report back."

Hong Zhiyou said while eating.

"I can understand that."

"The company was made like this by Jianhua, and I, as the assistant manager, also have responsibility."

"Tell me, how much to make up?"

Mei Shao felt that if it was within fifty thousand US dollars, he could bleed a little to settle this matter.

"Three hundred thousand US dollars," Hong Zhiyou said.

"Are you crazy?"

"With this money, who would still work for the Wu family?" Mei Ziyi barked brainlessly.

"Secretary Hong, three hundred thousand is really not there."

Mei Shao glared at his son and smiled faintly.

"No, you have it."

Hong Zhiyou stopped chewing, raised an eyebrow, and stared at him fixedly.

Mei Shao felt his hair stand on end: "What do you mean?"

"The antiques the Station Chief shipped from Jinhai, you made a lot of money, right?" Hong Zhiyou asked with a smile.

"Didn't you look at the ledger?"

"One cent for one cent, it's written clearly."

Mei Ziyi was young and energetic, slammed the table and shouted.

"Anxious."

"Anxious."

Hong Zhiyou smiled, threw away the lobster very boringly, and wiped his mouth.

He waved his hand.

Chen Da and Zhang Daliang pushed a person out from the shadows.

It was Assistant Manager Tu who was responsible for flipping antiques.

The person had already been beaten until covered in blood.

"Mr. Mei, I'm sorry, I, I really couldn't hold on anymore," Assistant Manager Tu said with a mix of crying.

Mei Shao's face changed slightly.

Mei Ziyi was even more nervous and almost stood up, but was glared at and sat back down.

"Interesting, you even planted a nail under my nose."

"However, do you think this is the Military Statistics Bureau?"

"Find someone on the street and force a confession."

"Sorry, I don't know this person."

Mei Shao was worthy of being an old hand in the business, picking at the vermicelli with chopsticks while sucking and smiling.

"You don't know him."

"It doesn't matter."

Hong Zhiyou leaned back, lit a cigarette, and exhaled lightly:

"The Station Chief said."

"He still has feelings for you."

"Think about it carefully."

"Before this meal is finished, you still have a chance."

"Young man, I really don't like your tone."

"Don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth!"

Mei Shao suddenly picked up a beer bottle and smashed it hard on the ground.

Clatter!

Hundreds of strong men rushed out from the small houses around the pier.

The leader had a long, narrow scar on his face.

It was Peng Tao, the boss of Sham Shui Po.

"Godfather," Mei Ziyi was overjoyed.

"Old Peng, you're here," Mei Shao said.

Chen Da and Zhang Daliang threw away Assistant Manager Tu and protected Hong Zhiyou from left and right.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Wu Ruirui didn't know Hong Zhiyou's layout, and at this moment, her expression couldn't help but be flustered.

"Ruirui."

"My brother-in-law doesn't know people well, and this Secretary Hong is eating inside and out."

"Uncle can only 'clear the side of the monarch' to share the worries for your father."

Mei Shao sneered, then looked at Hong Zhiyou with the certainty of victory:

"Young man, remember this in your next life."

"Is that so?"

Hong Zhiyou looked at him, his smile becoming more brilliant.

"Old Peng!"

"Do it!" Mei Shao said.

Peng Tao picked up a beer bottle.

Slap!

It smashed heavily on Mei Shao's head.

"Old Peng, you..." Mei Shao was dizzy, and his cheeks were covered in blood.

Peng Tao was ruthless and didn't talk much.

He picked up another bottle and smashed it on his head.

Mei Shao shook his head, his body soft and unable to sit still.

"Godfather, you, what are you doing?" Mei Ziyi said tremblingly.

"Slap!"

Peng Tao sneered, and another bottle bloomed on Mei Shao's head.

"Three hundred thousand US dollars, Uncle, do you have it or not?" Hong Zhiyou leaned closer and asked.

"No, no," Mei Shao said dizzyly.

"Alright."

Hong Zhiyou snapped his fingers.

Chen Da pulled out his pistol with an expressionless face.

Slap!

He fired a shot at Mei Ziyi's left temple.

"Woo."

Mei Ziyi groaned and collapsed at Wu Ruirui's feet, rubbing her legs with blood.

Ah!

Wu Ruirui was terrified.

Screaming like a rabbit, she jumped to Hong Zhiyou's side.

"You have a daughter named Yingxue."

"My wife said that even if she has to be kidnapped, she must be married to me."

"I've seen the photos; her figure and appearance are to my taste."

"I like her very much!"

Hong Zhiyou smiled harmlessly at Mei Shao.

Slap slap!

Chen Da raised his gun and fired a few more shots at the still-twitching Mei Ziyi.

"In Jinhai, human relationships can handle many things."

"But here, killing seems to be more effective."

Hong Zhiyou adjusted the rimless glasses Ruirui gave him, picked up the king crab, picked the meat, dipped it in sauce, and ate it.

As if the person his subordinate beat to death was just a fly.

"Take some out, Uncle!"

"Help me out?"

"Otherwise, it's hard for me to handle."

While eating, he looked at Mei Shao and said.

"I, I'll take it out."

A refined scum... Mei Shao was in unbearable pain.

He immediately sent someone to get the money, and another part went home to open the safe, secret compartments, and secret rooms.

Wu Rui stood by the restaurant's phone.

Constantly instructing and confirming.

A while later, Zhang Daliang pulled a car back.

Cash, gold bars, and antiques were all scraped clean.

Along with the house deeds and seals, they were all brought over.

"Uncle, sign it."

Wu Ruirui handed over the contract that had been prepared early.

"You're ruthless."

Mei Shao signed and stamped, transferring everything.

Half an hour later.

After repeated confirmation by the invited Hong Kong government notary and lawyer.

The property transfer was completed.

"Mr. Peng, hard work."

"Take this money for the brothers to drink tea."

Hong Zhiyou waved his head, and Wu Ruirui reluctantly took out a stack of money and handed it to Peng Tao.

"Thanks."

Peng Tao's scar twisted, and he smiled and accepted the money.

Waving his hand, he led his men to carry Mei Ziyi's body into the car and left.

"Someone, watch Uncle."

"Bring him back to Jinhai in a few days," Hong Zhiyou ordered.

Wu Jingzhong's speech had always been very implicit.

He hinted that Hong Zhiyou should kill.

But he didn't say a word clearly about wanting to kill.

This was very troublesome.

Killing Su Jianhua, Sister Mei wouldn't feel heartache, after all, she had always opposed Ruirui marrying this spendthrift.

But Mei Shao was different.

That was her own brother, and also her heart and liver.

Old Wu waved his hand and let him be killed.

If Hong Zhiyou really killed him, and Sister Mei made a scene later, Old Wu would definitely dump the pot on his head.

Some pots can be carried.

Some pots, absolutely cannot be carried.

Even if Old Wu scolded him for not handling things well, it would only be for a moment.

But being blown by a woman's pillow talk every day.

Or if one day Old Wu missed his brother-in-law again, Hong Zhiyou's "boldness" would be infinitely magnified.

Wu Ruirui was afraid of problems.

She escorted Mei Shao back to Yuezhou overnight.

Wanting to wait for the wind of Su Jianhua to pass before returning to Xiangdao.

Hong Zhiyou stayed in Xiangdao.

The next day, he went to see Rong Bin.

He got the bank account, registered as a local account.

And went to register a shipping company with Mr. Ji.

The company name was "Longxing."

Long Er took it, it was just earthy.

The first batch of hundreds of Cao Gang disciples also arrived at the shipyard.

With Old Zhai and the Rong family covering, plus the ferocity of the Cao Gang disciples, standing firm was not a problem.

"Young Master Rong, you take Longxing?"

By the sea, Hong Zhiyou stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the distant "Longxing" shipyard, and asked with a smile.

"Very reasonable."

"I'll give you another ten percent, I take five, you take two."

"Equity is over half, anyway, I call the shots."

Rong Bin stood with his hands behind his back and laughed loudly.

"You still don't trust Long Er," he turned his head and looked at Hong Zhiyou.

"No."

"I trust him, it's just that Long Er lacks a bit of courage in doing business."

"And he is nostalgic for his old land."

"If you really want him to lose everything and run to Xiangdao, it's not realistic."

"Just this two or three percent of the capital almost emptied his old base."

"In his view, this is not an investment, it's repaying my life-saving grace."

"Because he never thought the fleet could make money."

"Purely playing with me, just being righteous."

Hong Zhiyou picked up a stone and threw it hard into the sea.

"Human relationships must have a limit."

"Crossing it hurts feelings."

"It's rare to meet a Long Er, I don't want to lose this brother."

Slap!

The stone fell into the sea, splashing water.

"You're right."

"Business is business, feelings are feelings."

"For the sake of your brotherhood, I can only work hard."

"When Long Er sees a lot of tickets, I believe he will be grateful to you."

Rong Bin adjusted his glasses and threw stones with Hong Zhiyou.

"Mr. Mao has already announced that he is going to Shancheng to negotiate with Jiang."

"The undercurrents are already surging."

"Mr. Wu has issued instructions to all levels of friendly colleagues in the underground and the Democratic League, at all costs, to prevent it at the highest level, and must ensure Mr. Mao's safety."

"Little Brother Hong, money, business, I'm responsible."

"Friends or business."

"Can you pull me?"

Perhaps because he used too much force, he sat on the ground and reached out to Hong Zhiyou.

"Within safety, for the sake of the one percent of dry shares you gave me, I can try."

"Outside of safety, sorry."

"Money and life, I prefer the latter."

Hong Zhiyou answered very rationally.

"Deal."

"As long as you are willing to move," Rong Bin grabbed Hong Zhiyou's hand.

Hong Zhiyou smiled and pulled him up.

"When are you leaving?" Rong Bin said.

"In a few days."

"There is a nail in the Jinhai Station; if I don't pull it out, I can't do anything," Hong Zhiyou said.

"The faster the better."

"Mr. Mao's safety..." Rong Bin swallowed the words that reached his mouth.

"I know."

"Are there any activity funds?"

"Jinhai is too far from Shancheng; if there is action, it will mostly be coordinated by Jingling, Shanghu, and Hankou."

"These all require large sums of money to buy intelligence."

Hong Zhiyou said.

"Already prepared."

"Fifty thousand US dollars, ten big gold bars, right in your trunk."

"If Mr. Mao goes smoothly, I will deposit another one hundred thousand US dollars into your account later."

Rong Bin said generously.

"Hey."

"I really envy your 'money power'."

"Let's go, my money prince!"

Returning to Yuezhou.

Hong Zhiyou lived a shameless life with Wu Ruirui.

Double Ten is important.

But if Liu Xiong doesn't die, safety cannot be guaranteed, and Hong Zhiyou will not take any action.

This trip to Hong Kong, he and Wu Ruirui both made a lot of money.

Mei Shao's mansion, gold bars, dollars, and deposits were all scraped together, amounting to more than one hundred thousand US dollars.

Wu Ruirui closed the Xiangdao company in the short term.

Hong Zhiyou said that after four years, he would resign and come to Hong Kong specifically to do business with her.

She decided to take a gamble.

First, make the winery brand bigger and save enough cash flow.

At that time, play big with Hong Zhiyou.

This dragged on for a few more days.

Wu Jingzhong called seven or eight times.

All were blocked by Wu Ruirui, saying the company was busy.

"Zhiyou."

"My mother called today and said my father has been in a very bad mood recently, and his high blood pressure has flared up again."

In bed, Wu Ruirui leaned against Hong Zhiyou's face and said worriedly.

"What's wrong?" Hong Zhiyou asked.

"What else, no one is raking in money for him."

"My mother said that Division Chief Yu helped Old Zhang get a lot of treasures and dollars."

"He called to ask for people, but Mr. Zhang wouldn't give them."

"Division Chief Yu is also unwilling to come back."

"My father is almost angry to death."

"You are hiding at my place, not just because I'm good at it, right?"

"Also hiding from my father for leisure?"

Wu Ruirui blinked and smiled coquettishly, having seen through everything long ago.

"Miss is wise."

"Let me tell you this, I'd rather be chased and hacked by the big shots in Xiangdao than return to the Jinhai Station."

"That security section chief Liu Xiong is like a mad dog, chasing and biting me every day."

"If I go back, I'll die in his hands sooner or later."

Hong Zhiyou kissed her and poured out his bitterness.

"In a few days, isn't it my father's birthday?"

"I'll tell my father, if Liu Xiong doesn't die, we won't go back to celebrate his birthday."

Wu Ruirui said playfully.

"Don't."

"What doesn't your father know?"

"If you say it deliberately, it will look like I'm deliberately complaining," Hong Zhiyou hurriedly dispelled her idea.

"Alright."

"Then we wait for news; if Liu Xiong dies, we go back."

"If he doesn't die, that's fine, you accompany me here as a dew couple."

Wu Ruirui was happy in her heart and hugged Hong Zhiyou tighter.

Jinhai, Garrison Headquarters.

Wu Jingzhong had just finished a meeting.

Facing him, he saw Zhang Ting'e and Yu Zecheng walking out chatting and laughing.

"Station Chief Wu!" Zhang Ting'e raised his hand to greet him.

"Station Chief," Yu Zecheng nodded officially.

"Oh my."

"Used to call me teacher, now call me Station Chief; climbing high branches is different," Wu Jingzhong looked at him and sighed sourly.

"Station Chief, look at what you're saying."

"Without your cultivation, could the student have today?" Yu Zecheng hurriedly stood at attention, pretending to be respectful.

"Is that so?"

"Why do I see you ruddy, wearing a small suit, and even wearing gold-rimmed glasses?"

"Happy and forgetting home?"

Wu Jingzhong stood with his hands behind his back, circling him slowly and sneering.

"Teacher, the student's heart is with you at all times."

"It's just that Cuiping has a knot in her heart."

"Afraid I'll follow in Little Five's footsteps."

"Begging teacher to understand."

Yu Zecheng lowered his voice and explained.

"Old Wu, stop being stingy."

"Only borrowed for a few days, and you're already heartbroken and want people back."

"Zecheng, there's a press conference at noon, let's go quickly," Zhang Ting'e was afraid Old Wu would snatch people, so he pulled Yu Zecheng away.

Wu Jingzhong stood on the steps.

Watching Yu Zecheng and Zhang Ting'e leave chatting and laughing, his heart felt blocked and uncomfortable.

The beloved general he cultivated with one hand was so cheap for the surname Zhang.

Returning to the station, he unbuttoned his clothes while shouting:

"Secretary Hong, serve tea, get a bowl of herbal jelly to cool me down."

"Secretary Hong?"

Called twice, no one answered.

Wu Jingzhong remembered that Hong Zhiyou had left for a long time.

"Station Chief, what are your orders?"

Li Ping walked in, asking expressionlessly.

"Pour me a cup of tea."

Wu Jingzhong saw this poker face, and his mood became even more irritable.

"Alright, Station Chief."

Li Ping poured tea and handed it to Wu Jingzhong.

Wu Jingzhong just took a sip.

Pfft!

He spat it out and cursed:

"Idiot!"

"Do you want to scald me to death?"

"A bunch of trash, I can't even drink a cup of tea now."

In the past.

Hong Zhiyou would check the schedule, and would have already prepared warm tea in advance.

Fruit was cut only when it reached the stairs.

Absolutely fresh.

Now it's good, no fruit.

Tea can scald people to death.

And Li Ping's stinking face.

Really damn annoying.

"Station Chief, I'll cool it down for you," Li Ping hurriedly turned on the fan.

"Unite will, defend the leader."

"Is this how you defend?"

"Defending, defending, and the ghosts are gone."

Wu Jingzhong turned to stare at the big characters on the wall, muttering to himself.

The more he thought, the angrier he got.

He grabbed the teacup and slammed it hard on the ground:

"Get out."

"Get out."

He pointed at Li Ping and scolded.

Li Ping was scared silly.

"Still not out?"

Lu Qiaoshan happened to walk in and gave Li Ping a wink.

Li Ping hurriedly slipped away.

"Station Chief, the Red Ticket representative has arrived in Jinhai; according to your instructions, I arranged the Chamber of Commerce."

"Previously, Division Chief Yu and Secretary Hong arranged people there."

"Installed surveillance equipment."

"Now that they are not here, I don't quite understand which area these people are in charge of."

"Should I withdraw them and rearrange?"

"To avoid waste of human resources?"

Lu Qiaoshan asked.

"Military mediation is a big deal."

"You handle it," Wu Jingzhong took a deep breath and calmed his emotions.

"Alright."

"Also, General Zhang Luolin and the others are staying at the French Club, drinking the best red wine every day, eating imported steak, the expenses are a bit high, I'm afraid the station's funds..." Lu Qiaoshan added.

"How many days can they stay? Let them eat."

The bills are reimbursed by the club's shareholders; Wu Jingzhong was counting on these big shots to eat more and reimburse more.

This is not a small sum.

If it goes into his pocket later, wouldn't it be happy?

In the past, Hong Zhiyou arranged these things smoothly.

Now that there is no one, it is really not smooth in every way.

"How is the photo matter investigated?" Wu Jingzhong asked.

"No clear evidence yet."

Lu Qiaoshan shook his head, then said:

"However, Chen Genbao of the security section transferred a German camera last month."

"It hasn't been returned yet."

"I asked Section Chief Liu, heh, he told me not to care."

Lu Qiaoshan said this, his tone became sarcastic:

"Station Chief, the equipment room has always been managed by the intelligence section."

"Now it has become a whore in Yingchun Building, anyone can use it."

"Guns, cameras, tape recorders, any equipment can be taken by hand, without even signing a word."

"And you can't ask."

"If you ask, it's damn don't care, saying it's your order."

"Station Chief, I am really..."

Lu Qiaoshan finished, shaking his head with a bitter smile.

"Nonsense, when did I give an order that they don't need to report for approval?"

"This Chen..."

Wu Jingzhong stood with his hands behind his back and was about to get angry, but couldn't remember the name and got stuck.

"Chen Genbao," Lu Qiaoshan hurriedly added.

"Right, when did he take it?"

Wu Jingzhong suddenly remembered that Hong Zhiyou said before he left that someone was following and framing him.

At that time.

Busy arranging his departure, didn't pay much attention.

Only thought it was Liu Xiong's normal investigation.

Now it seems, it might really be a frame-up.

Framing Secretary Hong.

It's framing himself!

"September 3rd, I guess."

"It was taken shortly before Secretary Hong left."

"Oh, not registered, it was recorded by Little Hu in the equipment room," Lu Qiaoshan thought for a while and said.

"September 3rd?"

Wu Jingzhong frowned.

Wasn't that the day Hong Zhiyou went to exchange Cao Qingming?

"What about the newspaper, checked?"

Wu Jingzhong asked again.

"Checked."

"This Guangming Daily is controlled by the Central Statistics Bureau."

"Others, there are student unions."

"There are also some wild newspapers infiltrated by the Red Ticket."

"Station Chief, I suspect it is the Central Statistics Bureau, or someone in the station colluding with the Central Statistics Bureau to frame Secretary Hong."

"Don't forget, Tang Wu of the Garrison Headquarters who arrested Secretary Hong colluded with the Central Statistics Bureau; the photo is already a fact before our eyes," Lu Qiaoshan vaguely seemed to have caught something.

But couldn't say it for a while.

"Immediately interrogate Chen Genbao."

"You interrogate secretly, no one is allowed to intervene except me, especially the security section," Wu Jingzhong ordered coldly.

"Yes, Station Chief." Lu Qiaoshan was overjoyed to receive the order.

Thank you for the support of the commanders, great love, I will add more for the big shots when the monthly ticket reaches one thousand.

"You are to interrogate him in secret. No one but me is allowed to intervene, especially the Security Section."

Wu Jingzhong ordered coldly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 97 =====

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