Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 276, Section 275: Kidnapping Family Members
Meng Hansheng almost jumped up the moment his butt touched the sofa.

He looked at Feng Xiuhu in a panic: "Father Feng, I have hearing problems and often can't hear what is being said—I still have official business to attend to, so I'll be leaving now if there's nothing else."

I never expected that the head of such a large department as the Police Department would be such a cautious and slick person.

Feng Xiuhu pulled him back to sit down and said with a smile, "I was just kidding."

Meng Hansheng chuckled in agreement, "Look at my ear, it's all better now."

Zhou Weili coughed twice, drawing everyone's attention.

He was pleased to be the center of attention again, and with a stern face, he warned Feng Xiuhu: "Father Feng, this is the government office after all, and some jokes are not allowed here."

Feng Xiuhu ignored him and glanced back at Mike.

Mike understood immediately. He gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, pointed at Zhou Weili, and scolded, "How dare you speak to Father Feng like that!"

Zhou Weili was stunned. Looking at Mike's reproachful eyes, he subconsciously clutched his chest—he felt immense sadness.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhou Weili sighed and gave Feng Xiuhu a wry smile: "It is indeed my fault, Father Feng, please don't be offended. I'm used to being an official, and I can't change this lecturing bad temper in a short time."

This scene left Meng Hansheng completely stunned.

He quickly looked Mike up and down again—thinking he was some important person.

"Let's talk over a drink."

Feng Xiuhu handed the wine glass to Meng Hansheng.

As soon as Meng Hansheng received it, Feng Xiuhu said, "Actually, I wasn't joking."

Meng Hansheng's hand trembled, and the wine glass almost slipped from his grasp, but fortunately Feng Xiuhu caught it just in time.

Meng Hansheng held his cup, unsure how to respond.

He felt he should leave this place of trouble.

Meng Hansheng looked at Zhou Weili beside him, but Zhou Weili kept his head down and didn't say anything—he was still immersed in self-blame.

The more carefully Meng Hansheng thought about it, the less certain he became.

If you're unsure, you won't be able to take a step.

If he leaves now, and Feng Xiuhu really does something wrong, can he, as the head of the patrol department who knew the inside story in advance, really get away with it?
Meng Hansheng forced a smile: "Father Feng, it seems my hearing is acting up again."

Feng Xiuhu gestured with his chin at him: "Drink some wine first, and you'll feel better."

Helpless, Meng Hansheng picked up his cup and drank it all in one gulp.

This time, without Feng Xiuhu's reminder, Mike followed suit and toasted as well.

Feng Xiuhu felt relieved and finally explained, "Director Meng, the kidnapping was a ruse; the real purpose was to help you officials save face."

Meng Hansheng was lost in thought, his attention not yet on Mike, when he heard this he quickly moved closer: "Father Feng, what makes you say that?"

Feng Xiuhu said, "As you have probably heard, I am here today to handle the matter of converting church officials to the church."

Meng Hansheng nodded quickly, then subconsciously glanced at Zheng Muwen behind the desk and asked in a low voice, "Director Zheng, are you going?"

Feng Xiuhu smiled slightly: "It's not just Director Zheng, everyone is going!"

Meng Hansheng chuckled twice, but he clearly didn't believe it.

Feng Xiuhu continued, "The officials in the government office are all respectable people. They are willing to give me this face, so of course I have to consider everyone's feelings, right? If I go there openly like this, I will inevitably be the subject of gossip and criticism."

Meng Hansheng stroked his chin and nodded in agreement—regardless of whether anyone actually went, Feng Xiuhu's reasoning was sound.

At this point, Feng Xiuhu revealed his true intentions: "So I came up with a perfect solution—I'll first kidnap the families of all the officials, then they can legitimately come to the Grand Hall to ransom them."

Upon hearing this, Meng Hansheng was shocked and sat up straight in alarm: "What kind of method is this!?" Feng Xiuhu secretly pinched Mike's thigh.

Mike let out a miserable howl, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up: "I think this is a great idea!"

His strange cry startled everyone, and they all looked up.

Zhou Weili quickly asked with concern, "Mike, are you feeling unwell?"

Meng Hansheng, standing beside Mike, stared blankly, his expression gradually changing: "This, this method... is it really that good?"

"That's wonderful!"

Mike, fearing that Feng Xiuhu would attack him again, quickly replied, "Think about it, the kidnapping was obviously fake. We just invited the officials' families to the church for afternoon tea, and the officials had a legitimate reason to come to the cathedral. As for the police department, how could they not come for such a big case? Director Meng came over under the pretext of investigating the case."

"it is good!"

Zhou Weili's eyes were full of admiration: "Deacon Mike's summary is very accurate, a truly insightful statement."

Staring directly at Mike, Meng Hansheng felt his heart race and was even afraid to meet his gaze, so he turned his head away to avoid looking at him.

His cheeks flushed, and he asked in a low voice, "Then I hope Deacon Mike will cooperate with the investigation... I'll take your statement myself, is that alright?"

Mike's lips trembled, and he cast a pleading look at Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu pretended not to see it and laughed heartily: "Haha, no problem! You can interrogate him for two more days."

Meng Hansheng's eyes lit up with excitement.

Mike slumped down, unable to move. Before he could speak, Zhou Weili objected, "What's the point of interrogating him? Priests are all refined people. How can Mike endure the hardships of prison? Just put on a show."

Meng Hansheng was somewhat displeased upon hearing this: "Director Zhou, what are you saying? Would I really make things difficult for Deacon Mike? Of course, I would take good care of him and serve him the best food and drink."

Zhou Weili couldn't help but sneer: "When did the police station, that filthy place, become able to take care of people? No matter how meticulously they serve you, it's never as comfortable as home."

He immediately turned to Mike and said, “Mike, my bed is five meters wide. I spent a lot of money to have it custom-made. I guarantee you won’t find a more comfortable one in Fancheng. You’re exhausted after taking the statement, so why don’t you come to my house to rest?”

Things were getting increasingly wrong, and not only Mike felt this way, but Feng Xiuhu felt the same way.

He never expected the Double Happiness Cup to have such a powerful effect.

They couldn't be allowed to continue talking. If they did, Feng Xiuhu was worried they would devour Mike alive on the spot.

So he quickly interrupted, "Butler Mike has important business to attend to! Quickly call the next person in!"

……

What happens next is much simpler.

The Education Department, Sanitation Department, Law Department, and Police Department have all been finalized. The remaining officials from the neutral faction and the government faction were brought into Zheng Muwen's office one after another. As more and more people drank alcohol, things became easier and easier to handle.

In the end, many officials who hadn't drunk alcohol became anxious—they couldn't understand why their colleagues became flushed and radiant after just one visit.

When asked, is it related to joining a religion?

They waved their hands repeatedly: "Join a religion? Join what religion? There's no way we'd ever join a religion in this lifetime. We're just talking about official business."

The question remains: what exactly does Crazy Worm want to do?
They replied with a smile, "Father Feng is a reasonable man. He has reconciled with the government and just wants to build connections."

Hearing this, how could the remaining people not be anxious?

The later you get in, the less valuable your connections become.

PS: Feng Xiuhu suspects that he drank fake alcohol.

(End of this chapter)