20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 668 Dongfeng Daily
After leaving the mansion, the Jiang family's car slowly drove towards the East City.

It is the family practice to send Chengye off first and then Jiangya.

The car stopped and drove away. Jiang Ya didn't say goodbye to his brother. He sat in the passenger seat sullenly, folded his arms, and looked out the window. It seemed that he was still angry!

The girl was silent for a rare time, which made today's journey seem a bit boring.

Zhang Zhengdong couldn't help but glance at Jiang Ya, but didn't say anything and continued driving quietly.

Soon, the sounds of children playing were heard around, and the girls' elementary school was almost there.

There were many schools in Fengtian, but not many teachers and students, and the facilities were very simple. Many schools were just two bungalows, and the school system was not perfect. The students' ages varied, and it was common to see teenagers in the same classroom with children of eight or nine years old.

A school often has less than a hundred students. If it has a two-story brick building, a wall, and three to five hundred students, it can definitely be called a famous school.

It is conceivable that under such circumstances, the so-called "campus sports meeting" is nothing more than a game.

But Jiang Ya's attitude was extremely serious, as if facing a formidable enemy, which was really confusing.

The car slowly stopped. Jiang Ya said "bye" listlessly, then opened the car door and walked slowly towards the school gate.

"Hey, niece!" Zhang Zhengdong suddenly called her in the car.

Jiang Ya turned around and asked with a pout, "What?"

"Uh...when does that sports meet you mentioned start?"

"The teacher said it will be held next week, what's wrong?"

"Next week..." Zhang Zhengdong muttered quietly, as if he was thinking about something, "Can outsiders go in and see?"

"You want to come and watch my game?" Jiang Ya's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran back to the car door, but suddenly felt a little disappointed, "It seems that I can't. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the school."

Although the girls' elementary school she attended was not an aristocratic school, the students were all children from wealthy families, so the management was naturally stricter.

Zhang Zhengdong scratched his head, thought for a moment, and suddenly pointed to the school wall not far away, "Then I'll climb over the wall to watch your game!"

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. Have I ever lied to you?"

Jiang Yamei was so happy that the corners of her mouth could not help but rise, "You can't regret it!"

"Don't worry, I won't regret it." Zhang Zhengdong raised his hand and pointed to the school gate, "Let's go quickly, don't be late."

Jiang Ya responded, turned around immediately, and ran towards the school. Halfway through, she suddenly turned around, raised her arms high, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Dong, bye!"

Zhang Zhengdong sat in the car, waved at her, and watched his niece arrive safely at the school with a doting smile of an uncle on his face.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror.

The man was probably in his early twenties, wearing a shabby short jacket and holding a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth. He looked very inconspicuous and was the type that would be difficult to notice in a crowd.

He walked quickly around the car and came to the passenger door. He knocked on the window twice, bent down, and greeted with a grin, "Brother Dong!"

The smile on Dongfeng's face disappeared immediately, and he said coldly: "Put out your cigarette and get in the car."

The man nodded, flicked away the cigarette butt and opened the car door.

The car sank slightly, and the man rubbed his hands and introduced himself a little stiffly: "Brother Dong, I am guarantored by Chuncheng and Qiulin. Qinghe, you can just call me Lao He'er."

Chuncheng and Qiulin are both "famous figures" of the Jiang family, so it is self-evident what Lao He'er is here for.

As the Fengzhang Group's "immigration" policy continued to be implemented, the second wave of people going to Guandong gradually arrived, and more and more people from Zhili, Shandong, Henan and Hebei began to come to Fengtian to work.

This is not surprising. Industrial projects in Fengtian Tiexi District are growing rapidly, and the demand for labor is naturally increasing.

"Going alone to Guandong" has gradually become a thing of the past, and most of the latecomers come in groups, some even led by the leaders of their hometown associations.

Although most people are well aware of the truth that "a fierce tiger cannot defeat a local snake", there are always some outliers who think they are tough guys and don't know how to appreciate it. They have to clamor for a touch before they are willing to "help" the Jiang family. If they don't, they always feel a little cowardly.

Moreover, this trend seems to be becoming more and more obvious in recent times.

Then let’s touch it!

The Jiang family will respond to any request!

Zhang Zhengdong looked at Old He'er for a few seconds and asked in a deep voice, "Have you seen the idea?"

"I have seen him!" Old He'er responded immediately, "Chun Chengdu has been following me for several days. Brother Dong, here are the photos!"

As he said this, he quickly took out a palm-sized photo from his pocket and handed it over.

This is not the first time he has done dirty work, but at present he is just a "helper" and is still one step away from becoming a "Xiangzi".

Zhang Zhengdong took the photo, looked at it, then put it in his arms, nodded and said, "It's him."

Then, he leaned down slightly and pulled out a bulging envelope from under the seat. "Are you used to masturbating?"

"Yes!" Old He'er said with a smile, "It's convenient to shoot, and the box is powerful, but you can't carry it with you, it will make too much noise in the city."

Zhang Zhengdong did not comment. He silently took out the pistol from the envelope, removed the magazine very skillfully, and pushed the bullets into the envelope one by one with his thumb. At last, with a "click", he pulled the bolt, and the bullets in the chamber immediately rolled out and fell steadily into his palm.

"Hold on, this is a Condor rifle." He handed over the empty gun.

Old He'er put the gun into his arms, stood still, and listened quietly to the next instructions.

"Do you know the rules?" Zhang Zhengdong asked.

Old He'er quickly responded: "I know, this matter has nothing to do with the Jiang family."

Zhang Zhengdong took a breath and said, "No, say it again."

"Oh!" Old He'er reacted and quickly changed his words, "I killed him because his hometown association took my job!"

"Okay, I'll talk now. You listen. If you have any questions, wait until I finish talking. Got it?"

"understand!"

Zhang Zhengdong was satisfied, and immediately began a long series of assassination arrangements.

"Later, take the gun and go home, do what you need to do, and pretend that nothing happened.

"At 12 noon, arrive at Linzi Kiln in the south city on time. Opposite the entrance, there is a man wearing a blue cloth jacket with a birthmark on his face. Don't worry about not being able to find him, he knows you. As long as you arrive on time, he will give you the bullets. Remember to load the gun and don't forget to turn off the safety.

"Then, go into the store and go upstairs. Don't be in a hurry. Walk slowly. If a clerk asks you who you are looking for, just say that Boss Zhang wants to talk business with you.

"The point is in the first private room on the left on the second floor. He must be there. If he is not there, the person who gave you the bullet will tell you. Of course, you will not get the bullet.

"There were no bodyguards at the door of the private room, not before 12:10.

"There are two people in the room, three at most. You go in, find a spot, and shoot. First shoot the chest, then the head. Don't worry about the others. They can't threaten you.

"At this time, the store will immediately become chaotic." It will take about ten minutes for the nearest branch to send someone over, so you don't need to rush, just go downstairs normally, and there is no need to cover your face. Most people have not been trained and can't remember what you look like.

"There's a back door in the store. You go out from the back door. You know that street, right? It's usually deserted. When you go out, there's a peddler carrying a load across the street. You give him the gun, and you don't need to say anything. Just leave.

"By now, you should be able to hear the police whistle."

At this point, Zhang Zhengdong paused and asked, "So far, are there any problems?"

"No." Old He'er shook his head.

In fact, the action itself is not complicated, but Dongfeng described it in such detail that people have the illusion that it is very complicated.

This was his habit. He was no longer surprised by all the "noises" from the Jiang family, and Old He'er had naturally heard of them a long time ago.

There is no need to ask why there are no bodyguards at the door of the private room. This is obvious and needs no elaboration.

"Brother Dong, what next?" asked Lao He'er.

Zhang Zhengdong went on to say, "Then, you continue to walk along that back street. You can go in any direction, but I recommend that you go north. Next, you will probably encounter two situations: one is that no one will care about you, and you will go home directly, do what you need to do, and go to Xiaoxiguan and Shengfang to collect the money at 7 o'clock in the evening; the other is that you will be stopped by a patrolman and taken back to the police station for questioning.

"If it's the second situation, don't panic, don't get confused, no matter what the patrol officer asks you, just say you don't know.

"You may get hit twice, is that okay? That's fine! Don't worry, I won't use heavy punishment right away. I've told my family.

"When you enter the interrogation room, be nice and cooperate normally. You can say soft words and pretend to be innocent, but you can't mention the Jiang family. Give you food at five o'clock. No matter what the jailer gives you, you must ask him: Why is there no corn stubble?"

"Why is there no corn stubble?" Old He'er almost couldn't hold it in. "Brother Dong, what's next?"

"Then?" Zhang Zhengdong shrugged and said, "Then it's the same as the first case. At 7 o'clock in the evening, go to Xiaoxiguan and Shengfang to collect the money. Any other questions?"

"Nothing."

"Repeat that."

Old He'er was startled and repeated the arrangements just made verbatim.

"Repeat it again."

Old He'er had no choice but to repeat the arrangements again.

After hearing this, Zhang Zhengdong patted him on the shoulder and said, "Do your best and get out of the car!"

"Don't worry, Brother Dong, just wait for my good news!" Old He'er was full of confidence.

Zhang Zhengdong poured cold water on him, "I won't wait. I'll pick up the kids this afternoon. Don't come back to find me. Remember, don't go drinking after you get the money."

Old He'er nodded in assurance, turned around, opened the car door, and soon disappeared.

Zhang Zhengdong stayed in his seat silently, with no intention of leaving. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped the seat next to him with his index finger, wiping away a small piece of pale ash.

It was still early, so he parked the car not far from the girls' primary school, took out a picture book from under the seat, and flipped through it casually to kill time.

At noon, he found a noodle shop across the street from the school and ate a bowl of noodles with braised pork.

The restaurant was very lively, and someone brought a big news - a shooting murder occurred in Nancheng Liuming Teahouse!
There were many different opinions at the time, ranging from a love killing to a revenge killing, from debt collection to a fight of brutality. The rumors became more and more bizarre, and finally the simplest facts were distorted beyond recognition.

Zhang Zhengdong just listened quietly without commenting or joining in. After finishing his noodles, he got up and went back to the car to continue reading the comic book.

As the afternoon approached, the campus of the Girls' Primary School became increasingly noisy, and the entire teaching building seemed to be shaky and ready to collapse at any time.

A lot of parents or nannies gradually gathered at the school gate. Who knows?
Just at this moment, a peddler selling combs suddenly came up on the street. He was wearing a short gray cloth jacket, with the shoulder pole trembling, and walked straight towards the gate of the girls' primary school.

Zhang Zhengdong rolled down the window and waved at him, "Seller, come here!"

The peddler responded and came to the front of the cart, put down his load, and asked with a smile: "Sir, can you take a look?"

"Bring a few for me to see." Zhang Zhengdong said while sitting in the car.

The peddler nodded, squatted down, opened the small cargo box, opened a secret compartment from inside, and found something wrapped in white cloth. He then took out a few combs and handed them over through the car window.

Although the comb is not expensive, its style is quite exquisite, with patterns of plum, orchid, lotus and chrysanthemum, but it is a little old-fashioned.

Zhang Zhengdong stuffed the thing wrapped in white cloth under the seat, returned the comb, shook his head and said, "It's too old. Give it to the child."

The peddler naturally said nothing, and there was no need for him to say anything. He just picked up his load and left.

"Wait!" Zhang Zhengdong suddenly called him, then reached out and picked up a red hairpin from the small box, "How much is this?"

The peddler was shocked, looked around, and whispered, "Brother Dong, this is just a few cents worth of stuff, don't embarrass me."

Zhang Zhengdong insisted on paying, waved his hand, and asked the other party to leave.

The peddler had no choice but to walk to the school gate in confusion and start shouting.

After a while, Zhang Zhengdong opened the door and got out of the car, walking slowly to the school gate. Students soon rushed out of the campus one after another.

"Uncle Dong!" Jiang Ya shouted loudly and ran over happily.

"Here." Zhang Zhengdong handed her the newly bought hairpin.

"Give it to me?" Jiang Ya's eyes lit up and she pinned it on her forehead. "Does it look good?"

"Not bad." Zhang Zhengdong responded while pulling her towards the car.

"It looks good, but what does 'okay' mean?" The girl was very dissatisfied with this ambiguous statement.

Zhang Zhengdong had no choice but to admit defeat, "It looks good, it looks good."

Jiang Ya was pleased with herself, her bad mood from early morning gone.

The uncle and nephew got in the car and headed for Jiang Chengye's school. Chengye naturally had Jiang's bodyguards to pick him up, but he still had to wait at the door for a while.

There was nothing he could do about it; he had no complaints and was still very happy.

Jiang Chengye said hello to Uncle Dong and his sister, then got into the back seat of the car and slowly drove towards his home in the north of the city.

This is Dongfeng's daily routine. The dirty work is done smoothly, his nephews and nieces return home safely, and everything goes on as usual. It's the same today and it will be the same tomorrow, except that the dirty work may not happen every day. The rest are repetitive, so dull and even a little boring.

Of course, the two children did not understand Uncle Dong’s cruelty and calculations.

They only regarded this "oversized male nanny" as a playmate, who, although a little dull, was still barely qualified.

Year after year, day after day, the cycle repeats itself without any disturbance.

They had every reason to believe that days like this would go on forever until they gradually became bored.

Of course they don’t understand that it is not easy to become bored with the present life.

There is no doubt that after the Zhi-Feng War, Fengtian was rising rapidly, and in this rapid momentum, there was often a hint of morbidity...

(End of this chapter)