Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 275, Section 274: Studying the Law
Before Feng Xiuhu could speak, Zhou Weili spoke first.

"There's no need for further explanation. Director Du has already explained to me what Father Feng wanted to say."

He stared at Feng Xiuhu with a stern face: "Father Feng, if you really understand the reasoning and realize that the government is in charge of Fancheng, while the President has the final say in Daxuan, then that would be for the best; if this is just your excuse, then I don't care."

"But whatever your ulterior motives may be, let me make this clear first—I am not Du Shiqin, and I will not be fooled by your sweet talk. You can't fool me either."

Feng Xiuhu was stunned for two seconds—Zhou Weili had spoken so bluntly that he didn't know how to respond.

He opened his mouth: "I haven't said anything yet, why are you being so fierce?"

Zhou Weili sneered, "Du Shiqin is a fool. He was tricked by you in just a few words. He even said that it was just a donation and not joining the religion... Humph, I think he's really lost his mind."

He tapped the table: "Alright, enough of this small talk. Du Shiqin patted his chest and assured me that you, Father Feng, are here to find a reason to get things done. Either we talk things out or we make friends—I have no reason to talk to you, and I don't intend to be your friend. Let's drink this cup of wine and consider ourselves even."

After saying that, he picked up the cup and drank it down.

Feng Xiuhu was prepared to spend a lot of time explaining, but he didn't expect Zhou Weili to be so understanding. So he quickly handed the cup to Mike: "Quick, we can't not give Director Zhou face."

Practice makes perfect, and Mike drank it too.

Zhou Weili put down his cup, got up and left.

As he walked to the door, he had just opened it a crack when he suddenly sensed something and turned to look at Mike.

Zhou Weili frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "You..."

Feng Xiuhu smiled and looked at him: "Director Zhou, is there anything else?"

Zhou Weili pursed his lips and nodded slightly to Mike: "You look unfamiliar, may I ask your name?"

His expression was authoritative without being angry, and Mike felt a little uneasy under his gaze. He subconsciously stood up and replied, "Director Zhou, my name is Mike, and I am a deacon from the sanctuary in the factory area."

Zhou Weili's expression softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "A church deacon... what a pity. I see that you have a distinguished bearing and elegant demeanor. If you were to join the government and serve the country, you would surely achieve great things in the future."

Feng Xiuhu subtly curled his lip—Zhou Weili isn't blind; Mike's butler's robes are clearly visible. He's just looking for an excuse to strike up a conversation.

Mike was a little embarrassed by the praise: "Director Zhou, you flatter me. I have no family background or connections. I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm not cut out to be an official."

"I won't allow you to deny yourself like that."

Zhou Weili said righteously and sternly, turning around and closing the door behind him.

He strode over and took Mike's hand.

Mike instinctively tried to pull his hand away, but Zhou Weili held it tightly.

Zhou Weili said in a deep voice, "Deacon Mike, I admire you. I am older than you and have more life experience. If given the opportunity, I would be very willing to be your guiding light in life."

"what?"

Mike was a little flustered: "Is this...is this appropriate?"

"Nothing inappropriate."

Zhou Weili waved his hand and stared at Mike: "Mike, you have successfully piqued my interest..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mike was pulled behind Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu, holding Zhou Weili's hand, said to the domineering director, "I don't think this is appropriate. Director Zhou, please leave. I'm waiting to talk to someone else." Zhou Weili looked at Mike, then at Feng Xiuhu, finally sighed, and turned to leave the office.

Mike finally realized that things were getting increasingly wrong. He grabbed Feng Xiuhu's sleeve and asked through gritted teeth, "What exactly is going on?"

He had only said one sentence when the door suddenly opened again.

Zhou Weili walked in with a calm expression.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat and said to Feng Xiuhu, "Father Feng, I'll say it again, donating money is absolutely out of the question."

After a brief pause, he changed the subject.

“But I’ve had the idea of ​​revising the Great Xuan Law for a long time, but I haven’t been able to get started. Just now I suddenly remembered that the laws of various countries in the Western Continent have many merits and should be of great reference value. However, this matter still needs the assistance of the church, so why don’t I find a time to bring the entire Department of Law to the Great Cathedral to learn about it?”

Feng Xiuhu asked with a smile, "How about Friday afternoon? I'll have Deacon Mike help you fill in any gaps then."

Zhou Weili nodded without changing his expression: "The timing is perfect."

Feng Xiuhu said, "With so many officials coming to learn, I think it's best to be on the safe side and have the police take charge of security. Director Zhou, don't you think we should discuss this with Director Meng of the Police Department?"

"It makes sense."

Zhou Weili looked at Mike: "The safety of the church priests is also of paramount importance. I'll go and call Director Meng over."

After saying that, he left again.

There are no fools in this office. Even Mike could tell something was wrong, let alone Zheng Muwen, who is quite shrewd.

He had long since stopped asking Feng Xiuhu questions and hadn't uttered a sound for a long time. He sat behind his desk, engrossed in reviewing documents—deliberately appearing to be focused on his work and completely unconcerned about what was happening here.

Considering the rumors from last night, Zheng Muwen couldn't help but suspect that Feng Xiuhu had used some kind of evil magic to bewitch the officials.

In order to avoid getting into trouble, he had to make his presence as inconspicuous as possible.

But he doesn't have the final say on this matter.

Feng Xiuhu suddenly spoke up: "Director Zheng, I can tell at a glance that you are someone who disdains to go along with the corrupt practices—you don't have much in common with them, do you?"

Zheng Muwen raised his head, his tone serious: "In this vast government office, I am the only upright official. I have nothing to talk about with them. I am too lazy to even exchange a single word with them. I did not before, and I will not do so in the future."

Feng Xiuhu laughed and said, "I knew I hadn't misjudged you. I'll bring your daughter and son-in-law over for a free meal later."

Zheng Muwen lowered his head and continued flipping through the documents, neither agreeing nor daring to refuse.

A short while later, Meng Hansheng, the director of the police station, was led in by Zhou Weili.

It was clear that, although they were both directors, Meng Hansheng treated Zhou Weili with great respect. However, he did not let his guard down. As soon as he entered the room, he quickly scanned the room and finally fixed his gaze on Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu didn't know exactly what Zhou Weili had told Meng Hansheng, but in his plan, the police station was a department that had to be taken down.

So, after Meng Hansheng sat down, the first thing Feng Xiuhu said was...

"I'm planning to kidnap the families of government officials. What do you think, Director Meng?"

(End of this chapter)