Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 558 Unlucky Qian Bai

Inside the Romantic Restaurant.

Hong Zhiyou and Lu Ming sat in a corner, away from the window.

He doesn't like sitting by the glass window.

Sitting by the window might offer a good view, but it also carries the risk of being sniped.

In her previous life, her senior sister shot Li Ya through the window.

In the original TV series "Lurking", Lu Qiaoshan was also killed through a window.

Hong Zhiyou has developed a psychological aversion to the window.

This time, however, he was sitting right in front of the counter.

A sip of snow-white cream, followed by a glance at the shapely figure behind the bar—the aroma was simply irresistible.

Liu Ya-wen would occasionally roll her eyes at him, but her chest would only stand out even more.

Slut!

Hong Zhi cursed under his breath.

Lu Ming frequented brothels and knew all about it. When he saw Hong Zhi's lustful look, he smiled knowingly.

"Section Chief Hong, you're really craving it."

"Hey, you're just unlucky to have her father be Director Liu. Anyone else would have thrown themselves at you by now."

As he spoke, he picked up the expensive bottle of red wine on the table, poured it for Hong Zhiyou, and then raised his glass in a toast, eagerly taking a sip.

It's good to grow up with Hong Gu.

Putting everything else aside, you can definitely drink the best wine, and order whatever you want of the food.

In short, just buy whatever is the most expensive.

This was also Hong Zhiyou's rule. Since it was a loan from a Japanese bank, he figured he might as well spend the Japanese money and use it to stimulate consumption among the people of Harbin.

Hong Zhiyou withdrew his gaze, crossed his arms and laughed, "Putting everything else aside, with Ya Wen's figure and face, who wouldn't be envious?"

"Well, it's strange, isn't it?"

He took a sip of his drink, then his gaze drifted over again.

"Logically speaking, she is not young anymore."

"Lu Ming, do you really think there are women who, at this age, don't want men anymore?"

Lu Ming chuckled twice and continued, "How could that be?"

"Miss Liu is indeed a celestial being, but she is still a mortal being, living a life of worldly desires. How could she not be moved by worldly desires?"

"But they can handle this themselves; they'd rather suffer in silence than seek perfection."

"Anyway, we small fry don't even dare to dream of it."

He paused, raised an eyebrow at Hong Zhiyou, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and inquiry.

“Wisdom exists.”

"You two are the same age and from similar family backgrounds, and Madam Liu is trying to bring you together, so why don't you like each other?"

Hong Zhi sighed and leaned back in his chair: "Who says otherwise? There's nothing we can do."

After Da Yunying left, he felt the clubhouse was unclean, and none of the ladies at the club were to his liking, so he was quite lonely.

Without a companion, this is really not a long-term solution.

Seeing his dejected expression, Lu Ming quickly raised his glass to change the subject:
"Come on, let's drink."

"If we have bread, can women be far behind?"

"Tell me, what do you need my help with, brother?"

Hong Zhi handed him a cigarette:
"Old Lu, you're the head of the Ideological Section, and you're also responsible for supervising schools and the education sector, right?"

Lu Ming took a drag of his cigarette and nodded: "Of course, is there a problem?"

Despite his low position, in the eyes of those schools and newspapers, he was a powerful figure directly under their control, and his word carried absolute weight.

"I heard that teachers and students at No. 20 Middle School were distributing flyers on campus. Is that true?" Hong Zhi asked casually.

Lu Ming frowned immediately: "It can't be that bad, can it?"
"After the No. 20 Middle School was renovated, there is only the primary school section left. Who would go there to promote it? The children wouldn't understand it anyway."

Hong Zhi tapped his index finger lightly on the table: "See, we were careless."

His eyes sharpened.

"The more dangerous a place is, the more we must nip problems in the bud."

"The children took the flyers, but they couldn't understand them. However, they would take them home to show their parents."

"And who would notice the scraps of paper in a group of kids' backpacks? Isn't that just how they cheat?"

Lu Ming's fingers, holding the cigarette, froze in mid-air as he glanced at Hong Zhi for a while.

Dealing with a wise leader like Hong Zhiyou is an opportunity to gain insights into everything.

His mind was racing.

Section Chief Hong is extremely busy, and the gold case has just been resolved. Why would he suddenly be interested in such a trivial matter?

They spoke with such conviction, as if they had witnessed it firsthand.

Elementary school section...flyers?
A sudden inspiration struck Lu Ming, and he instantly understood Hong Zhiyou's meaning.

This is someone trying to cause trouble at No. 20 Middle School!
Thinking of this, Lu Ming nodded in deep agreement:
"Yes.

"This little guy spreads like wildfire, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets the whole of Harbin! We have to be careful! Damn it, these guys are really everywhere!"

He cursed indignantly, then looked at Hong Zhiyou.

"Okay, after we finish eating, I'll go to No. 20 Middle School right away and investigate thoroughly!"

"As for the 'teacher' you mentioned in the teacher-student relationship, it is..."

Hong Zhi waved his hand, interrupting him.

"No rush, let's get it done together after we finish our drinks."

"You can eat slowly for now. I'm going to talk to Wenwen about something."

After saying that, he stood up, walked straight to the counter, and boldly glanced at Liu Yawen's chest.

Liu Ya-wen looked at him coldly:
Do you usually look at women like this?

Hong Zhiyou shook his head, a frank and mischievous smile on his face: "No, I only do that when I see a beautiful woman with a good figure."

He leaned closer and said in a deep, magnetic voice:
"Wenwen, I'm lonely."

Liu Yawen avoided his gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said:

What business is it of mine if you're lonely?

Hong Zhi blinked, his smile turning even more mischievous: "Aren't you lonely?"

"I've been dreaming about you every night for the past few nights. I'm going crazy if I don't go on a date with you soon."

Liu Ya-wen frowned and cursed, "You bastard, are you sick in the head?"

Hong Zhi nodded, looking very serious.

"Yes, lovesickness, it's become incurable."

Liu Yawen was so angry at his shameless behavior that she laughed. She crossed her arms and looked at him coldly.

"Besides those things, can't you do anything else?"
"Since you're so rich, why don't you buy airplanes, cannons, and tanks and donate them to the Anti-Japanese United Army?"

"So many laborers and ordinary people are suffering in the freezing cold right now. You're so free, why don't you go and help them?"

Hong Zhi clicked his tongue and said, "See? How tacky!"

"Without the passion of that little thing, where does love come from?"

"If you saw a ragged beggar on the roadside, would you fall in love with him and have his children?"

He leaned forward, his gaze fixed intently on her eyes.

"Director Liu told me to meet with you more often and talk to you more."

"I've always been a sincere person and I don't like playing games. I just like you, I want to sleep with you, I'm crazy about you, is that wrong?"

"Those who send flowers every day and pretend to be gentlemen, cut open their hearts and see."

"Let's not talk about anyone else, just take your senior from Beiping, Zhang Tao. Ask him if he wants to sleep with you?"

Liu Ya-wen's fair face flushed crimson.

"You...you can sleep with whomever you want!"
I'm not interested in your sincerity!

"Please, stay away from me, don't interfere with my earning money!"

She paused, as if she had thought of something, and added:
"Of course, if you're really bored, you can deliberately donate some money to my friend's foundation."

Hong Zhiyou immediately became interested: "Oh? What foundation?"

Liu Yawen gave him a wary look.

"Don't ask me that, just donate the money."

Hong Zhi nodded, with an "I understand" expression.

"Okay, well, what can I do? I like you."

As he spoke, he opened his wallet, picked out a ten-yuan Kangde coin, and slapped it on the counter with a very magnanimous gesture: "Wenwen has spoken up, so we must support her and donate it."

Liu Ya-wen's chest heaved with anger: "You...get out!"

Did Hong Zhi leave?

He raised his hand and gave her a light slap on her shapely buttocks.

Then, he pointed to Liu Yawen:
"Damn it, one day you'll be crying for your dad."

Liu Ya-wen was completely stunned. She was both ashamed and embarrassed, and she cursed, "You surnamed Hong! If you do anything else, I'll call the police!"

Hong Zhiyou shrugged dismissively:

"Report it, I'm a police officer."

After saying that, he winked mischievously, turned around, and walked out with an air of nonchalance.

Back in his seat, Lu Ming's face was filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment:
"Everyone says you can't touch a tiger's backside, but Section Chief Hong is truly skilled and daring."

Hong Zhiyou sat down again, picked up his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"No matter how powerful she is, she's still a tigress."

"Besides, women don't love men who aren't a little bad."

"Just you wait and see. With this slap, she'll definitely be thinking about me when she goes to sleep tonight."

Lu Ming chuckled twice and gave a sincere thumbs up.

"Impressive, truly impressive! No wonder you're called the 'Number One Cannon' of Harbin... Wang."

The long-lost title... Hong Zhi looked at him speechlessly:
"Ok?"

"When did I ever receive such an honor?"

Lu Ming smiled and explained, "You don't know? It's been circulating outside for a while now."

"They say that any of the beautiful ladies at the club, if you fancy them, you can get them."

"Everyone says there's no woman in Harbin that Section Chief Hong can't get his hands on."

Hong Zhiyou was speechless for a while.

He's a king of utter worthlessness.

These people are spreading rumors that are even more outrageous than those from the Tianjin Incident back then.

How long has he been a monk since Xu Yunying went up the mountain?

Lu Ming chuckled as he looked at his "I'm so wronged" expression.

"Brother, don't be modest. If I had as much money as you, I'd be a king too."

Hong Zhi smiled disdainfully. This has nothing to do with money. If your kidneys can't keep up, everything else is in vain.

Since it was still early after dinner, he and Lu Ming went to a nearby billiards hall to play for a while.

The two drove straight to Daowai No. 20 Middle School.

Upon arriving at the entrance, two security guards leaned lazily against the guard booth, smoking and chatting idly.

Lu Ming honked the horn twice.

Two security guards walked over impatiently. "What are you doing here?"

Lu Ming rolled down the car window and showed his identification.

The two security guards' expressions changed instantly.

"Officer, hello, what can I do for you?"

One of the security guards bent over, forcing a smile on his face.

"Oh, what is it?" Lu Ming tapped his fingers on the windowsill, then stared straight at him: "I'll tell you, do you dare to know?"

He was used to extorting money and had a certain air of authority about him.

"Please, please! We'll open the door right away!" The two men shivered and quickly opened the door.

Lu Ming stepped on the gas, and the car slowly drove into the campus.

After parking the car, the two went straight to the principal's office.

Lu Ming, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, roughly pushed him away.

"Oh dear, Section Chief Lu!"
"What brings you here? What a rare guest!" Bald Principal Li Qing was about to explode when he saw it was Lu Ming and quickly got up to greet him.

Lu Ming took off his gloves, patted Li Qing's chest, and glanced at Hong Zhiyou:

"Principal Li, don't you know the rules?"

"This is Section Chief Hong, aren't you going to say hello?"

"Hong...Master Hong?"
"I have failed to greet you properly, I am so sorry!" Li Qingcheng said with trepidation.

“There’s no Master Hong here, only Section Chief Hong.” Hong Zhiyou gestured to him not to be nervous.

“Yes, yes.

"Please take a seat! I'll make you both some tea right away!" Li Qing said.

Lu Ming raised his hand to stop:

"Never mind, Principal Li."

"The tea here isn't anything special either."

His tone suddenly turned cold, "Section Chief Hong and I didn't come here for tea."

"I heard you've been up to no good lately, doing some publicity stunts at school?"

Li Qing's breath hitched:
"No...no! Sirs, what are you saying!"

He waved his hands frantically, his face drained of color.

"This is elementary school!"
"Who would come to a place like this to do publicity? It doesn't make sense!"

Lu Ming snorted coldly, raised his index finger, and pointed it at Li Qing's nose:
Whether it makes sense or not is not up to you to decide.

"Someone has reported your school, saying that teachers and students are distributing flyers here. You'd better be honest and explain yourself!"

"report?"

Li Qing subconsciously assumed that Lu Ming had come to ask for money again.

He opened the drawer of his desk, took out a few bills, and respectfully handed them to Lu Ming and Hong Zhiyou.

"Sirs, look... the children are in class."

“In that case, our school will definitely conduct a self-investigation and give you both an explanation.”

"Please, both of you, be kind enough not to disturb the students."

Lu Ming sneered:
"You're talking about money in front of Section Chief Hong?"
"Who are you trying to humiliate?"
"Even if your lousy school is sold, it's just a matter of Section Chief Hong buying a bottle of good wine!"
"Hurry up and lead the way."

Li Qing seemed to have been ripped from her soul, and asked blankly, "Take...take where to?" Hong Zhi slowly replied, "Qian Bai's son, which class is he in?"

As soon as he said that, Lu Ming understood instantly.

Who is Section Chief Hong trying to get back at?

Qian Bai, what a lousy guy.

Li Qing quickly replied, "Qian Xiaocong is in Class 2 of Grade 3!"

Hong Zhi raised his hand slightly.

Li Qing dared not delay and led the way.

As he walked, he cautiously turned back and tentatively asked:
"Section Chief Hong, may I ask a question?"

"What...did Qian Xiaocong do wrong?"

Hong Zhi smiled but didn't say anything.

They arrived at Class 2, Grade 3.

In the classroom, a female teacher is standing on the podium, giving a lecture with great enthusiasm.

She was tall and slender with a beautiful face. Her long, black hair was styled in a bun, and her cheongsam accentuated her graceful curves.

Upon seeing the three people, she stopped lecturing, a hint of doubt on her face.

"Principal Li, what's wrong?"

When her gaze fell on Hong Zhiyou, a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

"These two are..."

With just one glance, she noticed that Hong Zhi possessed a unique and extraordinary aura.

The glittering gold chain, along with the materials of the suit and leather shoes, all exude a strong sense of wealth.

He's handsome and rich.

Zhai Jiao's heart felt as if it had been gently plucked by something.

Li Qing was about to start introducing when Hong Zhi raised his hand to stop him.

Li Qing immediately understood and turned to say, "This is Teacher Zhai Jiao. She is the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 3."

Hong Zhiyou smiled and nodded.

"So you're the homeroom teacher."

He spoke with amusement, his eyes sweeping over Zhai Jiao as he looked her up and down: "You've managed things quite well."

"I dare not accept such praise; I am merely fulfilling my duty as a teacher." Zhai Jiao adjusted her glasses and pretended to be polite.

Hong Zhi glanced at Lu Ming. Lu Ming immediately understood, stepped forward, and showed his identification.
"Teacher Zhai, we are police officers from Daoli."

“We received a tip that someone in your class was distributing flyers.”

Zhai Jiao crossed her arms, a disdainful expression on her face:

"Aren't you police officers in Daoli District overstepping your bounds?"

Li Qing coughed in fright and turned her head away.

He knew perfectly well that Zhai Jiao was Director Qian's mistress, and that she was usually very arrogant and looked down on everyone.

The reason she came here to teach is to be a tutor for Qian Xiaocong's son.

But she's probably going to run into a brick wall today.

Lu Ming smiled as usual: "Teacher Zhai, don't be nervous."

"We're just doing a quick search, that's not too much to ask, is it?"

Zhai Jiao sneered, her tone tinged with disdain:

"Kids handing out flyers? I think you guys are just bored."

Lu Ming chuckled twice: "Teacher Zhai is a bit feisty."

Zhai Jiao curled her lip, haughtily ignoring her.

"Alright, Ms. Zhai, could you please have the children take out their schoolbags? We need to check them one by one." Lu Ming didn't bother arguing with her anymore.

Although Zhai Jiao was unwilling, she could not refuse the police's request.

She walked to the middle of the classroom and clapped her hands:

"Everyone, put your bags on the table for inspection."

The children looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

But they still obediently followed the teacher's instructions.

Each small schoolbag was placed on its own desk.

Hong Zhi leaned against the classroom door, his gaze fixed on the figure in the corner.

The child was thin and half a head shorter than other children his age.

He was wearing a faded old cotton-padded jacket, and his desk was placed in the corner where the trash can and broom were kept.

He kept his head down, looking exceptionally lonely.

“Principal Li, that child is so young, how can he see the blackboard clearly sitting so far away?” Hong Zhiyou asked.

"His name is Sun Jiaqiao. He's from out of town. His father died early, and his mother helps out at a rice shop."

"You know that those who can get into No. 20 Middle School are all children from Daowai with better conditions."

"I was the one who approved his transfer to the class."

"This child is introverted, has a slight accent, is short, and doesn't get along with others, so Teacher Zhai was afraid that the other children would bully him, so she arranged for him to stay there."

Li Qing quickly explained.

Hong Zhi took a slight breath, feeling very uncomfortable.

Old Zhou is a second-class police superintendent, and his family is wealthy, yet his son has been bullied into this terrible state.

The child's eyes darted around, and he looked self-conscious and timid; it was clear he had suffered a lot.

Hong Zhi cursed inwardly, "Damn it."

He suppressed his anger and subtly gestured to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming immediately understood, and the two began to check each schoolbag one by one.

Lu Ming started checking from the moment he entered the classroom, while Hong Zhiyou deliberately started checking from the corner of the classroom, starting with Jia Qiao.

In this way, outsiders won't pay too much attention.

He picked up Jia Qiao's schoolbag and dumped it all onto the desk, clattering down a dozen or so boxes of matches.

Like a frightened deer, Jiaqiao clasped her hands together in front of her, looking at Hong Zhiyou with fear in her eyes as she gasped for breath.

"What are you doing? Want to enroll in the academy?" Hong Zhi asked.

"Uncle, please, please don't take it away, please." Sun Jiaqiao's voice trembled with anxiety.

“Give me a reason not to confiscate it,” Hong Zhiyou said.

"I... I'm selling it. It's the little bit of capital I've managed to save up. Please... I beg you," Sun Jiaqiao said.

Hong Zhi felt a pang of sadness and patted his face. "If you don't study hard, what kind of student can you sell matches? Do you think you're some little girl?"

He casually pulled out a banknote and handed it to Jia Qiao: "If I find out you're doing this kind of mess again, I'll arrest your mother too."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle." Jia Qiao quickly bowed and nodded.

Hong Zhiyou flipped through the book again briefly; his handwriting wasn't bad.

When you turn to the page with the essay prompt, write "My Father".

Sun Jiaqiao wrote only one line: I only have a mother, not a father.

The score is... 0!

Sigh, Hong Zhi glared at him, then casually tore off the piece and put it in his pocket: "You don't have a father, did you crawl out of a rock? You're so capable."

He carelessly tossed the book onto his desk.

Sun Jiaqiao burst into tears, and with a wronged and stubborn expression, she lowered her head and said, "I never had a father!"

"Stubborn fool!"
"Old Lu, you keep investigating."

Hong Zhiyou took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and went outside.

Zhai Jiao crossed her arms and carefully examined Hong Zhiyou.

These two are most likely errand runners from some branch office in Daoli.

Otherwise, who would be so idle as to come and compete with a child?

However, judging from Mr. Hong's attire and demeanor, he must come from a very well-off family. He's the kind of rich young master who just wants to get a police position for fun.

A smile returned to her face as she walked over to Hong Zhiyou, her tone carrying a hint of intimacy.

"Officer, what's your name?"

Hong Zhi turned his head and smiled at her: "My surname is Hong."

As he spoke, he took out a gold lighter, and just as he took out a cigarette to light it, he thought of the flowers in the classroom and casually tucked it behind his ear.

Zhai Jiao's eyes were fixed on the gleaming lighter in his hand.

She was even more certain that this was definitely one of the rich young masters in the underworld.

She had seen many wealthy people in Daowai, but this gentleman was the first to use a gold lighter.

Thinking of this, her smile widened, and her tone became even softer:

"Officer Hong, which department of the Daoli Police Station are you from?"

Hong Zhi smiled:

"how?

"Asking such detailed questions, is Professor Zhai trying to introduce me to someone?"

Zhai Jiao was amused by him and she intentionally or unintentionally closed the distance between them.

"Just ask."

She paused and deliberately asked, "Do you know Director Qian from Daowai?"

Hong Zhiyou shook his head, his tone indifferent.

I've heard of it, but I'm not familiar with it.

"How could a lowly policeman like me be worthy of the rank of chief? That's a second-class police superintendent."

Zhai Jiao pouted: "So what if I'm a second-class police superintendent? I'm still hanging around in Daowai, aren't I? This place is much quieter than Daoli."

"Hey, seriously, Officer Hong, you really don't have a boyfriend?"

Hong Zhi shook his head again, a helpless expression on his face.

"Not really."

Zhai Jiao looked him up and down, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"With your good looks and a police position, who would believe you're single?"

Hong Zhiyou shrugged, his tone carrying a hint of sincerity:

"Really, no. Perhaps you could introduce me to someone, Professor Zhai?"

A joyful smile instantly bloomed on Zhai Jiao's face; she felt her opportunity had arrived.

"Okay! No problem!"

She quickly took out a pen and a note from her pocket and handed them to Hong Zhiyou:
"Give me a call, and I'll definitely try to set you up!"

It's true that she was Qian Bai's mistress, but that old guy was wicked. He only played with her, and not only did he not pay her much, but he also didn't pay her enough.

They said they'd arrange a good job for him, but it was also to have him work as a nanny for their son, Qian Xiaocong.

The key issue is that I deal with children every day, and this place doesn't offer any opportunities to meet high-class people, making it extremely boring.

If you could be the girlfriend of a rich young master and live in Daoli, who would still want to stay here and eat chalk dust?

Hong Zhi smiled broadly, quickly scribbled a few lines on the note, folded it, and stuffed it into Zhai Jiao's pocket: "Waiting for good news."

"soon."

His voice was full of money and magnetism, and Zhai Jiao's face flushed red, her heart pounding wildly.

As they were talking, Lu Ming walked to the front row in the middle, in front of a chubby little boy.

This child may be in third grade, but he's already 1.7 meters tall, and quite chubby.

He sat there like a thick wall, completely shielding the students behind him.

He was looking at Lu Ming with an impatient expression, chewing on a biscuit in his hand.

He is Qian Bai's son, Qian Xiaocong.

Lu Ming walked up to him with a malicious smile on his face: "Little Fatty, take out your schoolbag."

Qian Xiaocong looked at Lu Ming with displeasure.

He had always relied on his father's power and was used to running rampant at school, so he didn't take these "little policemen" seriously at all.

He asked arrogantly, "Are you police officers?"

Lu Ming nodded: "Yes."

Qian Xiaocong snorted coldly, his face full of disdain: "If they're police, then they're all my dad's dogs!"

He pointed to his backpack, his eyes filled with provocation.

"You dare to go through my bag? Believe me, I'll get my dad to expel you!"

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise: "Oh? Who's your father? Such a boastful tone?"

Seeing that Lu Ming had taken the bait, Qian Xiaocong revealed a smug smile: "My dad is Qian Bai!"

He held his head high, his tone filled with pride.

Lu Ming exclaimed with a sudden realization, "Oh, so it's Director Qian's child!"

He looked Qian Xiaocong up and down: "You're so fat, you must be eating well."

While Lu Ming was joking around, his hand reached out to Qian Xiaocong's schoolbag without any hesitation.

Qian Xiaocong wanted to protest, but Lu Ming didn't give him the chance at all.

When it comes to doing errands for Section Chief Hong, you can do whatever you want, no matter if your father is Qian Bai or even if you are Yu Jingtao's son.

Ignoring Qian Xiaocong's struggles and shouts, he suddenly dumped everything from his schoolbag onto the desk.

Cookies, candy, and a few comic books with cartoon characters...

There was also a small stack of neatly folded papers.

Lu Ming reacted quickly, grabbing the stack of papers, unfolding them, and revealing an expression of "I knew it."

It's a promotional flyer for the red ticket!

Lu Ming sighed inwardly.

How could a child possibly have such a thing?

This was clearly some powerful being who used magic to deliberately put it in the bag.

Qian Bai is such a bad luckman. How did he end up getting involved with Hong Zhiyou? He's probably really in deep trouble this time.

He glanced at Hong Zhiyou.

Hong Zhi gestured for him to continue.

Lu Ming licked his cheeks, took a tape recorder out of his briefcase, placed it on the desk, and pressed the record button.

Instead of asking for the flyer, he grabbed the backpack and said, "Money... Xiao Cong, um, is this backpack yours?"

……

(End of this chapter)