Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 233: Dumbledore Platform What’s in your head?
"Come on, be careful."

The waiter carried the plate and placed the snacks on the table on the table: "Chicken feet, pork ribs, shrimp dumplings, and cabbage sum."

"Wow, so rich."

Ren Qingtian looked at the steaming things on the table, picked up a spoon and scooped Tingzi porridge into the bowl: "I made a lot of money today by eating Uncle Deng's free breakfast."

"A Tian, ​​we have known each other for so many years, so there is no need to say such polite words."

Uncle Deng sat alone, his bloated figure occupying half of a person's space: "You are the most promising person among the many people I know. No one like you can stand alone in Aberdeen."

"Uncle Dumbledore is welcome."

Ren Qingtian waved his hand reservedly, placed the packed porridge in front of Uncle Deng, and then served it to himself: "Without Uncle Deng, you supported me and helped me through the difficulties, I would not have had the chance. "

"Well, let's not talk about the past."

Uncle Deng nodded in response, leaning back on the chair and looking at Ren Qingtian: "I am a more traditional person, and I value friendship more. As long as I like people I like, I am willing to help."

Speaking of it.

He first glanced at Lin Huaile, and then his eyes fell on Wu Zhihui: "Huizi, I heard Ah Le say that the North District was very lively last night, and the big D under the man's hand was so eye-catching. Ah Le's Anyone who went with Dongguan Tsai was driven away."

"Ah, it seems that Ale has already told you?"

Ren Qingtian spoke before Wu Zhihui and said with a smile: "Yes, Ah Hui is more thoughtful and made moves in advance, so he took over."

Paused.

He continued: "This is how A Hui does things. Not only A Le's people, but also the Number Gang and Xin Ji didn't give them any face and didn't let them in."

Ren Qingtian put the portioned porridge in front of him, scooped up the porridge with a spoon, blew on the hot air, and put the porridge into his mouth. He wriggled his mouth a few times and spit out the clam shells in the porridge: "Well, the porridge is cooked in a pot." Very fresh.”

Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Huaile, who was sitting next to him: "Ale, what's the matter? Do you have any ideas about the plates in the North District? If you have any ideas, you can tell us."

"Just tell Uncle Deng about this little thing. Why bother Uncle Deng? There is nothing else about Uncle Deng who likes to do things according to the rules. Ah Hui advanced to the North District and settled down. Even Uncle Deng was embarrassed to speak. .”

"Ha ha."

Deng Bo waited for Ren Qingtian's words, basically understood what he meant, and nodded with a smile.

Lin Huaile listened to Ren Qingtian's words, glanced at Uncle Deng again, picked up the Marlboro cigarettes on the table, lit one, and puffed away.

"Come, eat meat."

Uncle Deng listened to Ren Qingtian's words without saying much, and stretched out his hand to gesture to the roast goose on the table: "I remember that A Tian, ​​you used to like roast goose. Every time you went to eat, no matter morning or evening, roast goose There will definitely be one, and it must be in the thigh area.”

In the restaurant, you can tell the chef which part of the roast goose you want. Some people prefer the legs, while others prefer the wings.

"oops"

Ren Qingtian sighed and shook his head: "I'm old. I can't eat such greasy food in the morning. Let's drink some porridge." Then he looked at Wu Zhihui: "Ah Hui, help me eat. You are young." , you should eat more meat.”

After he put a mouthful of porridge into his mouth, he picked up the new chopsticks on the table and put the cabbage heart in Lin Huaile's bowl: "Ale, you should eat more vegetables. Vegetables are good, but eating too much meat is not good." .”

He looked at Lin Huaile with a smile, with a signature Maitreya-like smile on his face: "Leave high-protein things like meat to young people like Ah Hui and others."

Ren Qingtian put another piece of cabbage heart into the porridge and said with a smile: "This is my many years of experience in maintaining health, and I will share it with you today."

"Ha ha."

Lin Huaile listened to Ren Qingtian's words that were worth pondering, and chuckled lightly, without changing the smile on his face: "Thank you, Brother Tian."

He picked up the chopsticks and put the cabbage heart into his mouth. The boiled cabbage heart made a subtle sound of fibers rubbing when he bit it.

"Brother Tian is right, but it's not comprehensive enough. I usually pay great attention to health."

He chewed the cabbage heart, looked at Ren Qingtian with a smile, and said in an unhurried tone: "Just eating meat will make you tired, and just eating vegetarian dishes will not work either. Eating too many vegetarian dishes will make you weak, and it is also unhealthy."

The two of them seemed to be discussing how to eat, but in fact, their words also had another meaning.

Lin Huaile swallowed the cabbage in his mouth and looked at Ren Qingtian: "In my opinion, the healthiest state is to eat meat and vegetables together. This is healthy and indispensable."

Done.

He picked up the chopsticks and reached directly to the roast goose plate over there. In this case, the roast goose was cut into the leg position, and he was going to the part of the roast goose leg that had the most meat.

"hungry."

Wu Zhihui looked at the chopsticks that Lin Huaile stretched out, took away the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, stretched out his hand to grab the plate before Lin Huaile, and directly pulled the plate with the roast goose in front of him:
"Brother Le, let me tell you that I was very busy last night. I was busy all night long and didn't get enough sleep. I just rested for a few hours and then got up."

He grabbed the roasted goose leg on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth: "I have been very hungry since last night. I am young, so just give me this meat to replenish your energy."

"Ha ha."

Lin Huaile's expression was stunned for a moment, and the chopsticks stretched out in the air were slightly pinched by the movement of his knuckles. He saw that the smile on Wu Zhihui's face weakened a little, and his brows frowned and then quickly relaxed.

"Ahui."

Ren Qingtian frowned, looked at Wu Zhihui and scolded him softly: "How come you are now a regional talker, why are you so careless about your image?"

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "You took up all the roast goose on the plate, so what do others eat? Those who don't know better think that I, Ren Qingtian, don't give you meat to eat."

"Uh"

Wu Zhihui raised his head and threw the clean roast goose leg bones on the table. He took a paper towel and wiped the corners of his mouth. He waved to the waiter: "I want another roast goose. I want the thigh side. Pick a piece of meat for me." Many."

Soon.

The portion of roast goose was brought up again. The roast goose that had just been cut into pieces was steaming and fluttering on the table.

"Come on, Brother Le."

Wu Zhihui pushed the roast goose in front of Lin Huaile, and stretched out his hand in a very gentlemanly manner: "I ordered one specifically for you. If you like it, I will get you another one."

He waved his hands indifferently: "We are all our own people anyway, it doesn't matter, just talk to me, don't you think so, Uncle Deng?"

After going through a cycle, Wu Zhihui turned the topic to Uncle Deng again.

"Um"

Deng Bo felt like a clear mirror in his heart. A veteran like him could see it clearly. He thought for a moment: "That's true, Ah Le, so why don't you thank Huizi?"

"Ha ha."

Lin Huaile twitched the corner of his mouth, chuckled after listening to Uncle Deng's words, stubbed out the unfinished cigarette in his hand on the plate, crushed the cigarette butt hard with his fingers, broke the tobacco and scattered it: "Then I really want to thank you, Ah Hui. "

He didn't expect that Uncle Deng didn't say anything and really just let Wu Zhihui go like this?
Lin Huaile leaned back and hugged his arms: "However, I don't want to eat now. I really can't eat too much greasy food in the morning."

Lin Huaile came to see Uncle Deng early in the morning, talking about what happened in the North District last night, but he did not expect that Wu Zhihui and the others also made an appointment with Uncle Deng.

Uncle Deng brought up this issue after waiting for everyone to arrive. Ren Qingtian briefly dealt with Uncle Deng, and then began to chat with Lin Huaile about how to eat to maintain health.

Here, Ren Qingtian had already started talking to him.

Then, Wu Zhihui saw Lin Huaile reaching out to pick up the meat, and he took the first step to monopolize the plate. Ren Qingtian pretended to scold him, and Wu Zhihui ordered another portion for Lin Huaile to eat.

Isn't this a metaphor for what happened last night?

Wu Zhihui's meaning is also very obvious. You can only eat if I give it to you. If I don't give it to you, I will protect the plate by myself. Even Uncle Deng will not be able to eat.

Are you looking for Dumbledore?

The same is useless.

"I wanted to eat just now, but now I don't want to eat anymore."

Wu Zhihui could only shrug with an innocent look: "Brother Le is really changeable, so there's nothing we can do about it."

"Come on, come on, don't mention it anymore."

Dumble sat up straight again and took control of the topic again: "Let's talk about Ah Hui." He skipped the topic directly.

"At the beginning, A Tian recommended Hui Zai to me that you should join Lian Sheng. Your joining Lian Sheng would be beneficial to the association. Now that loyalty and trustworthiness have been resolved, we can talk about the alliance."

He looked at Wu Zhihui and said, "The overdue matters have been discussed with other uncles last time. There is nothing else to say. It is basically settled. Let's talk about the internal affairs with Liansheng."

"The election of He Liansheng's new speaker has now begun. As you know, three Mesozoic generations, A Le, Guan Zaisen, and Yu Toubiao, have participated in the election of the new speaker."

Deng Bo kept talking and had clear thoughts. He must have thought about it in advance today and talked eloquently: "Ale is the weakest among these people, but this is the case with us and Lian Sheng. We are democratic. It’s not like we should let whoever has more money and more people choose, you’ll know just by looking at the bragging rights.”

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui nodded in agreement: "I agree very much, and I also like democracy very much."

"A Le came to run for office. In fact, I am very willing to support him."

Uncle Deng took the teapot and poured tea into the cup. The tea poured into the cup and made a loud splash: "A Le has been with Liansheng for so many years. He must be a good person."

"He is a low-key and kind person. He always pursues peace as the most important thing. He never fights with others and always thinks about the community. I am very optimistic about him and like him very much. I think he is calm enough."

Deng Bo put down the teapot, gestured with his hand to pour four cups of tea, and picked up one cup himself: "So, I very much hope that he can stand out in this election, sit in the position of the talker, and lead He Liansheng to do more and more things." The bigger.”

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui nodded again and took a sip from the tea cup: "We definitely have no objections. I'm going to join Liansheng. Naturally, I hope that Liansheng can do better and better."

But he secretly muttered in his heart: You are so confused. Everyone hangs out in the club, and everyone must say they are doing things for the club. Could it be that they are doing it for themselves?

But we can't blame Uncle Deng. They are conservative in thinking and pursue stability, and hope that the society will develop smoothly, and Lin Huaile is really good at pretending.

Thinking about it, he should have specially studied the character of people from Deng Bo's family. This is the character he usually creates. Most people really think that he upholds peace as the most important thing.

Wu Zhihui had to deal with him several times before he realized that Lin Huaile was not as simple as he thought, and was secretly colluding with the police to go against him.

He, Lin Huaile, values ​​peace? !

Just do whatever it takes to get the upper hand.

It's understandable, but it definitely doesn't fit in with what Uncle Deng said about his character, Lin Huaile.

"Yes, that's it. We also hope that the club will do better and better, so I am very optimistic about A Le."

Uncle Deng was very satisfied when he heard Wu Zhihui's approval. No wonder Ren Qingtian likes Wu Zhihui so much. This man doesn't talk much: "Similarly, since everyone is here today, I also want to say something."

He had already thought about it and laid the groundwork for what should be done. He then said, "Hui Zai, there is no need to say more about your ability. Everyone can see it."

"You have more people and more money. After entering and winning streak, you will definitely do better and better, so I hope you can help Ale more. Anle is weak and needs help."

"I have already thought about it. A Le is a white paper fan, and Hui Zai you are a red stick. It just goes with the tradition of winning streak. A white paper fan matches a red stick, and it fits perfectly."

When Uncle Deng said this, he quickly added: "Of course, I don't mean to ask you to be Ale's little brother. You should know this even if I don't tell you."

When Ren Qingtian proposed that Wu Zhihui advance to the league, Wu Zhihui's status was no longer low. Naturally, Uncle Deng knew Wu Zhihui's abilities and knew in his heart that he would never be treated as a younger brother.

Wu Zhihui Jinhe Lian Sheng just wanted to use the association to expand his business. Likewise, Uncle Deng was willing to agree because he hoped that Wu Zhihui could bring benefits to the association.

This was a mutually beneficial thing, so of course he agreed.

"Hui Zai, the club won't ask you for a penny from the territory you conquered before. What's yours is still yours, and the club won't ask you to count it."

Uncle Deng looked at Wu Zhihui with a smile: "What we value is your ability. You will definitely bring a lot of benefits to the club if you come in."

Uncle Deng wants to talk about this topic here today, that is, before Wu Zhihui passes, he must first help A Le find a capable assistant to support him in his position as the talker.

If you want to grow bigger, you have to help the club. I support Lin Huaile, so you can help him. If you, Wu Zhihui, are not willing, then you have to say it again.

When Wu Zhihui heard this, he thought about it. After working for a long time, Uncle Deng wanted him to help Lin Huaile?

Do you think I, Wu Zhihui, am a person who is willing to be a general? I, Wu Zhihui, must be a handsome person.

"OK, no problem."

Wu Zhihui nodded calmly and agreed: "I also hope that the club will do better and better, and then I, Wu Zhihui, will take advantage of it. As long as Brother Le is good enough, I will definitely be able to support him."

Lin Huaile was also stunned. He had not guessed that since Uncle Deng was speaking for him, it was understandable why Uncle Deng was speaking on Wu Zhihui's side about the matter in the North District just now.

He glanced at Uncle Deng with some gratitude: "Uncle Deng, don't worry, if I do something, I will definitely make the club better and better."

He turned to Wu Zhihui and said, "Thank you so much, Ah Hui. We are all our own people, so there are many things that don't need to be said."

At this moment, Lin Huaile was in a good mood. His tone of voice was completely different. He felt refreshed and could speak like a CPU:
"Everyone is eating from the same plate. As long as Ah Hui supports me, I will never let you suffer. You will definitely earn much more than before."

He talked eloquently: "And I have always felt that you, Ah Hui, are eye-catching enough. The only disadvantage and advantage is that you are still too young." "This time, you fully support me, Ah Li, to be the talker. For two years In the next term, Uncle Deng and I will definitely recommend you to be the talker."

Lin Huaile couldn't hold back his words since he started talking. He lit up a cigarette and continued: "The society is generally very good now, but it is not strong enough. Tsim Sha Tsui, which is close to our territory, is very good."

"Xinji and Number Gang occupy Tsim Sha Tsui. I have already done some research. In Tsim Sha Tsui alone, Number Gang has more than 300 restaurants and more than a dozen karaoke bars.

There are more than 30 large and small nightclubs, more than 20 bars, more than [-] saunas and bathing centers, as well as ecstasy pills and valet parking. There is too much oil and water. "

Lin Huaile was quite capable. He had done his homework in advance, and he started counting down: "The profits in Tsim Sha Tsui are huge. One person can't take it all, but if it's the entire club, it won't be enough." Same."

"As long as I become the spokesperson, I will negotiate with other regional leaders. When the time comes, our entire society will go to Tsim Sha Tsui and we will definitely be able to get it done."

His eyes fell back on Wu Zhihui: "Ah Fai, how many nightclubs are there in Tsim Sha Tsui plus Lian Sheng?"

"By then you will be able to make a lot of money just from your wine business, not to mention other things, right?"

"Hahaha"

When Wu Zhihui heard the pie that Lin Huaile had drawn, his eyes suddenly brightened up. He pulled up a stool and sat directly next to Lin Huaile. He put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Okay, Brother Le is really discerning enough. If you have anything to do in the future, just ask him." Enough."

He patted his chest and agreed: "Brother Le, I will support you!"

"Ah."

Lin Huaile looked at Wu Zhihui, who was promising, and then stretched out his hand with a smile: "Then I'll have to rely on you, Ah Hui."

Of course he didn't trust Wu Zhihui so easily, but at least on the surface it still seemed very harmonious.

"no problem."

Wu Zhihui stretched out his hand and held Lin Huaile's hand.

"That's the best thing."

Uncle Deng looked at Ren Qingtian and stretched out his hand: "Oh my god, with a handsome boy like Ah Hui, you will earn more than anyone else in the future."

He smiled and sighed: "Now I kind of want you to join us and Liansheng as an uncle like Ah Hui, so that everyone can benefit from you and share the money with you."

"Hahaha"

Ren Qingtian had a bright smile on his face and waved his hands in a low-key manner: "Hey, I'm old. It's rare for me to take my place for Ah Hui, so I won't get involved."

"Okay, just kidding."

Uncle Deng waved his hand: "Come on, let's continue eating."

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became harmonious.

Tea restaurant downstairs.

Hot Chicken stood by the pillar outside the tea restaurant. Standing here, he could see the situation in the lobby of the tea restaurant.

He held a cigarette in one hand and took out his mobile phone with the other to make a call. After getting through, he started talking directly: "Wu Zhihui picked up Brother Tian early this morning to go to a tea restaurant to have dinner and meet Uncle Deng and Lin Huaile."

"On the way here, I heard them say that Wu Zhihui hadn't settled the matter in the North District last night. Judging from the attitude of Xinji and the Number Gang, it seemed that they were preparing to compete with Wu Zhihui for the territory of the North District and wanted a piece of the pie. That's it. .”

"What were they talking about?"

Hot Chicken said angrily: "How do I know? You didn't let me go up."

"Is that all the news?"

"Well, that's all."

Hot Chicken nodded in response: "It's not like you don't know that Wu Zhihui rarely comes to Ren Qingtian now. If I hear any useful news, I will tell you if there is news."

"That's it, no more talking, let me know when there is news."

Hot Chicken pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, turned off the phone without haste, walked out from behind the pillar, and stood at the door of the tea restaurant waiting for them to come out after eating.

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North District Police Station.

Superintendent Zeng was dozing off on the sofa, and the sunlight outside shone through the window and shone on his face.

The alarm clock placed on the coffee table vibrated and rang on time, waking Superintendent Zeng from his sleep.

"call"

Superintendent Zeng raised his hand to brush off the alarm clock. He sat up on the sofa and opened his eyes. The dazzling sunlight shone in from outside. He stretched out his hand to block the bright light in front of his eyes. It took him a while to adjust before he could see his surroundings clearly.

The eyes were bloodshot, and the whole person looked haggard, looking much older.

on the ground.

Several empty beer cans rolled down beside him.

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was now seven in the morning.

Early yesterday morning.

After Superintendent Zeng saw Superintendent Xu's actions, he finally woke up from a dream and figured out the whole story. He was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He bought a few cans of beer outside and came back to drink.

I lay on the sofa with my head tipsy, but I couldn't fall asleep no matter how much I tossed and turned. It wasn't until about five o'clock in the morning that I finally fell asleep. After sleeping for more than an hour, I was woken up by the alarm clock again.

He lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa as if in trance, looking straight ahead.

After a few minutes.

"call"

Superintendent Zeng took a breath, rubbed his face with his hands, stood up from the sofa, went to the bathroom, washed his face randomly, straightened his shirt, took the car keys, and went out.

Today is Saturday, it is Cai Yuanqi's turn to take a public holiday and he will not go to work. He has to report to Cai Yuanqi and report his mistakes.

In a mid-to-high-end residential complex.

The car entered the garage through the security guard and stopped. She took the elevator upstairs and knocked on the door. The Filipino maid looked at Superintendent Zeng who looked gloomy and had bloodshot eyes. She was startled and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Ha ha."

Superintendent Zeng smiled awkwardly, put on his slippers and walked in. The Filipino maid naturally knew him.

Cai Yuanqi's residence is also quite spacious. A large house with a thousand square feet is already ahead of many others in Xiangjiang.

in the restaurant.

Cai Yuanqi was sitting at the dining table wearing a very homely cotton T-shirt and big pants. His hair was also in a natural state.

There was a plate of vegetable salad in front of him, and a small piece of chicken on top. This was his breakfast. It was very simple and less greasy. He also paid attention to maintaining his body shape. Superintendent Zeng learned from him.

"Old Zeng?"

Cai Yuanqi looked at Superintendent Zeng who walked in and asked him to sit down: "Have you had breakfast? If not, I will ask her to make you another one."

Then he noticed Superintendent Zeng's bloodshot eyes: "What's going on? You're like this after staying up all night? If you can't bear it anymore, go back to sleep first. The phone report will be the same."

Superintendent Zeng reported to Cai Yuanqi about the mobilization of the Flying Tigers last night. With his support, he could quickly gather manpower in a short period of time.

He picked up a piece of cucumber with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed: "How did things go?"

Although he holds a high position, Cai Yuanqi has a habit of paying attention to information after nine o'clock in the morning on his days off. If there is anything urgent, his assistant will contact him.

Superintendent Zeng intercepted Cai Yuanqi's assistant, so he didn't know the news and hadn't paid attention to what happened last night.

"It's done."

Superintendent Zeng looked at Cai Yuanqi, his head lowered and he didn't dare to raise his head: "It's too bad."

"Ok?"

Cai Yuanqi frowned when he heard this and looked at Superintendent Zeng.

"I fell into a trap and was taken advantage of."

Superintendent Zeng took a breath, made enough mental preparations, and said bravely: "The man named Xu suddenly appeared last night, and the batch of goods that Zhongxinyi was robbed left him in Zhongxinyi's territory. found it."

He didn't dare to hide anything and started to report the matter from beginning to end. As he finished speaking, the living room suddenly fell into a brief silence.

silence.

"..."

Cai Yuanqi stopped chewing food in his mouth and stared directly at Superintendent Zeng who did not dare to raise his head in front of him. Then he picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. The morning news was still reporting this incident.

Cai Yuanqi looked at Liu Jiehui who was holding a press conference on the screen and talking eloquently in front of the camera. He roared "Ah!" and picked up the plate in his hand and placed it directly on the dining table.

The dinner plate shattered and the vegetable salad inside spilled all over the floor.

This was the first time that Superintendent Zeng saw Cai Yuanqi acting so angry in front of him, and he was so frightened that he trembled again.

Not only him, but the Filipino maid who had gone out when Superintendent Zeng came in came back to get the key. When she heard the noise inside, she was frightened and fled quickly.

"Zeng Jiale!"

Cai Yuanqi suddenly stood up from his seat: "Is this the result of your work?!"

He pointed at the TV and asked loudly: "I spent so much effort to get rid of Zhongxinyi, but the goods were not found, but I got the credit for helping them?!"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and he yelled: "Raise your head and answer me loudly!!"

"Sorry Sir!"

Superintendent Zeng could only raise his head stiffly and said loudly: "This matter is my problem. I made a serious command error and greatly underestimated this group of people."

"underestimate?!"

Cai Yuanqi interrupted him with a cold scolding, and scolded him unceremoniously: "I think you are an imbecile!"

"You are a senior police officer, an experienced police superintendent who has directed many important operations. You personally directed the actions and planning of the entire incident. You are in charge of everything."

"But what is your situation? You face a bad guy like Wu Zhihui, a short mule, and you are played around by him? Come on, explain to me, where is your brain?"

He stepped in front of Superintendent Zeng, frowned and stared at him with a puzzled expression, and looked at him seriously: "I really want to open your head now to see what's inside."

He raised his hand and poked Superintendent Zeng hard on the head: "Is there shit in your head?"

Superintendent Zeng did not dare to move, and his head fell back after being poked.

"Tell me, what's on your mind?! Answer me!"

Cai Yuanqi scolded sternly, raised his hand and slapped it on the table: "Do you know how much this affects me?! If such a message is seen by the Department of Justice and the Secretary of Government, they will be suspicious. It’s my ability!”

"You made things like this with Zhong Xinyi. It's okay if you don't get the goods. Now Wu Zhihui has taken away the territory in the North District. You help him clear the obstacles and then give it to him?"

"It's okay to be used by him in the past, but since you decided to eradicate Zhongxinyi, why didn't you prepare Yue Nanzai to take over their territory in advance?!"

"It's gone. There's nothing. What's the use of killing Zhongxinyi and connecting them? There's no place to sell goods. Where can I find funds?"

He roared at Superintendent Zeng: "I now seriously suspect that you are the undercover agent they placed beside me!"

"Sorry Sir"

Superintendent Zeng looked at the furious Cai Yuanqi and could only explain: "This matter is indeed a mistake in my judgment."

"People like Yue Nanzai are not necessarily suitable. I thought that since we are going to contact Heliansheng, it would be better to let Lin Huaile from Heliansheng go. But who knew that Wu Zhihui had already taken action in advance."

"Isn't it because you are imbecile?!"

Cai Yuanqi raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly: "I'm very curious now, how come you, a dignified superintendent, can't play with Wu Zhihui? You have no brains, do you?!"

"Do you know that this is your second defeat and you need me to replace you?!"

At this moment, Superintendent Zeng's phone rang. He reached out to pick it up and listened to the words on the phone:
"What were they talking about?"

"Is that all the news?"

"That's it, no more talking, let me know when there is news."

Superintendent Zeng said three simple words and then cut off the phone.

(End of this chapter)