Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 253 252 Taking Down Shen Yanzhi

Gu Zhili turned her face away and remained silent.

Her noncommittal attitude only made Shen Yanzhi more anxious. He didn't care that Feng Xiuhu was still present and said urgently, "Afeng's death is clearly a warning from the Duke of Da Guo. I heard that the lady has not shown up for two days. She must be under house arrest at home."

"I couldn't sleep at night, and several times I almost couldn't resist the urge to go to the Duke's mansion to inquire, but I was afraid of causing trouble for the lady, so I suppressed my impulse."

He was on the verge of tears when Feng Xiuhu interrupted him, saying, "To put it bluntly, you just don't dare. You're not even as good as Konat Chen; at least he has the courage to go all out."

"you!"

Shen Yanzhi glared at him angrily.

Feng Xiuhu looked at him too: "What's wrong?"

Shen Yanzhi's imposing aura immediately dissipated when Feng Xiuhu stared at him with slanted eyes.

He turned to Gu Zhili and complained, "Zhili, how could you tell him about Madam's private affairs?"

Gu Zhili said coldly, "He found out it himself. Madam has fallen into his hands and is now in a difficult situation. I advise you to give up those inappropriate thoughts and not to provoke the Duke's Mansion."

Shen Yanzhi looked at Feng Xiuhu in surprise. When the steward announced the news, he immediately thought that Feng Xiuhu had come for the Duchess's sake, but judging from Gu Zhili's words, it seemed that it had nothing to do with that.

Having figured this out, Shen Yanzhi finally became much more sober. He looked at Feng Xiuhu warily: "We have no connection. Breaking into my house in the middle of the night is not a respectable thing to do."

Feng Xiuhu laughed and said, "How can you say we have no connection? We're clearly old acquaintances—I shot an arrow into your stomach, have you forgotten?"

This can be considered an intersection?

Shen Yanzhi's face darkened: "Father Feng, please stop joking. If you have something to say, please speak plainly."

Feng Xiuhu said, "This Friday afternoon, bring all your planning department officials to the Grand Hall for team building."

Shen Yanzhi was taken aback: "Team building... what is that?"

Gu Zhili translated for Feng Xiuhu: "The church's Elder Vadra will preach the doctrine and lead the officials in prayer on that day."

Shen Yanzhi's expression changed drastically: "Isn't this getting me into trouble!"

Feng Xiuhu was not in a hurry at all: "Little Shen, how could this be harming you? If you don't go, that's what will really harm you."

Shen Yanzhi wasn't buying it and his attitude was firm: "Don't try to fool me. The police will be here soon. I advise you to head back home as soon as possible."

Since he had made his stance clear, Feng Xiuhu was too lazy to waste any more words with him and directly revealed his "weapons": "I can expose your little affair with Wei Su'e anytime—anyway, Konat Chen is quite lonely traveling alone. Do you want to come for team building, or do you want to go keep him company?"

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside.

The butler led a group of police officers over in a hurry, and he pointed at Feng Xiuhu and shouted, "That's him!"

Almost everyone in the upper town knows the name "Mad Tiger," but few people have actually seen Feng Xiuhu's face—but for the police, it must be very familiar.

The patrol captain, who had been all brazen just a moment ago, barged into the hall and took a closer look, and immediately went limp.

He dared not offend the mad tiger, but he also couldn't afford to offend the director of the Planning Department.

After hesitating for a moment, the patrol captain could only force a smile and say to Feng Xiuhu, "Father Feng, is there some misunderstanding here?" Feng Xiuhu waved his hand and said, "No misunderstanding. I kicked down the door and broke into the house. If you had come any later, I would have beaten up Director Shen."

The patrol captain's smile grew increasingly awkward: "Look how messy this is, so late at night. Don't put us in a difficult position. If there's anything wrong, let's talk about it tomorrow morning after I'm off duty... What do you think?"

Feng Xiuhu asked Shen Yanzhi the same question: "What do you think?"

Shen Yanzhi's expression was uncertain, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

Feng Xiuhu added fuel to the fire: "Let me make this clear from the start: I can just walk away, but the moment I step out of your door, your affair with Wei Su'e will be in the newspaper—Ah Feng is miserable enough, isn't she? The Duke of Daguo can make you die even more miserably than her."

Shen Yanzhi clenched his fists, his brows furrowed, and after struggling for a long time, he slowly loosened his fists and waved to the police officer: "Captain Hao, it was indeed a misunderstanding. Thank you for making this special trip. Father Feng and I have official business to discuss, so we won't see you off."

He gave the butler a look, and the butler understood immediately, smiling obsequiously as he ushered the constables out of the main hall.

As they were being escorted to the door, the butler discreetly pulled out a few silver plates from his sleeve and slipped them into Captain Hao's hand: "This is a small token of my master's appreciation. Please have some tea, officers... Just pretend you were never here tonight."

Captain Hao patted his palm and laughed, "Don't mention it. We were just on routine patrol tonight. Nothing happened. We didn't see or hear anything."

After speaking, Captain Hao waved for the patrol officers to leave.

Inside the main hall, the conversation between Feng Xiuhu and Shen Yanzhi was also coming to an end.

To ease Shen Yanzhi's resistance, Feng Xiuhu reassured him: "I have no intention of harming you. You won't be the only one there. I'll invite every official, big or small, from the government office. So you can put your mind at ease."

Shen Yanzhi sneered: "You make it sound so easy, that you can just invite them whenever you want? What, do you have something on them that you can't touch?"

Feng Xiuhu shook his head: "Not yet, but it's possible."

Shen Yanzhi looked at him warily: "What do you want to do? Let me give you a piece of advice: this is Shangcheng. Your dirty tricks won't work on everyone. They'll only bring trouble upon yourself."

Feng Xiuhu laughed and said, "Then you'd better pray that it works. If you can't get them to come, you'll be in trouble."

……

After leaving the Shen residence, Feng Xiuhu returned home.

The two visits that evening were merely a trial run for Feng Xiuhu. He had already made some progress and had a general idea of ​​what was going on, so he wasn't in a hurry to continue his work.

Back home, he pulled his slender waist out of bed, and the three of them went to the study to summarize what had happened that night.

"I don't think the Duke of Daguo is very sincere."

Feng Xiuhu pouted and complained, "He verbally agreed to Vadracho's request to help promote the conversion of officials to Christianity, but he knew perfectly well that this was not a good job. He was just watching from the sidelines and didn't really help at all."

Gu Zhili clearly saw things more clearly: "You're overthinking it."

"The Grand Duke's tacit approval is already helping the church. He's not stupid; how could he really force officials to convert? Doing so would only push away officials who were originally close to him."

“Vadrajo obviously knows this too, which is why he entrusted you with the specific implementation.”

Feng Xiuhu stroked his stubble: "As it stands, the news of officials joining the religion hasn't fully spread yet. Most officials are still unaware, and only a few high-ranking officials trusted by the Duke of Daguo have managed to glean a tiny bit of information from him."

(End of this chapter)