From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Li Zhenhua hovered his phone over the image of the gray van and zoomed in on the window.

The man in the driver's seat had a clear profile, with the scar on his right cheek completely unobstructed.

The car door was not registered, yet the passenger stayed for more than ten minutes.

Wu Jian'an sat in the car, his gaze fixed on the fence of the old port of Nanwan.

The technician on duty rushed over with his computer, tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and looked up to say, "There's no record of the vehicle entering the site, and the nearby cameras also captured it."

The technician pulled up another video recording.

After getting out of the car, Wu Jian'an went to the guardhouse first.

He asked about Lu Yunzhou's car and also about the address of the person in charge of the Yuanchuan project.

He then made a phone call outside the construction site.

The call lasted only forty-seven seconds.

Lu Yunzhou stared at the man in the picture, his thumb rubbing against the edge of his phone.

Wu Jian'an is familiar with construction site procedures and can also contact outsourced personnel.

Ma Jianguo's fake identity needed to be arranged, the crane site needed to be manned, and these fake family members at the gate arrived too quickly.

There are at least three groups of people on the same line.

Wu Jian'an was just a gofer.

The people behind the scenes are even more deeply hidden.

Li Zhenhua closed his laptop, put the crime scene photos and identity verification results into a file bag, and lowered his tone: "The case has been changed to premeditated murder, and Yuan Chuan has been temporarily ruled out as the direct perpetrator. Nanwan Old Port will remain under lockdown. Cheng Ye can go back first, but the project leader still needs to cooperate with the investigation at any time."

Lu Yunzhou nodded and took his phone.

"Wu Jian'an can't escape."

Li Zhenhua pressed down on the file bag, "Don't touch him privately."

Lu Yunzhou looked up and his finger hovered over the screen.

"I only want his position."

Li Zhenhua looked at him for a few seconds, then withdrew his hand.

Lu Yunzhou walked to the end of the corridor, pressed the voice button, and lowered his voice: "Ye Zhiwei, lock down Wu Jian'an. Investigate the whereabouts of the van, and also find out who he contacted just now. Don't alert him."

After the message was sent, Ye Zhiwei quickly replied with a single word.

"it is good."

Lu Yunzhou put his phone in his pocket and walked towards the police station lobby.

The police officers on duty in the lobby are handing over materials.

The shouts outside grew louder and louder, and the glass door was being pounded on.

"Yuanchuan, repay with your life!"

"A life for a life!"

"Compensate the deceased's family!"

Lu Yunzhou pushed open the side door, and the police officer on duty at the door immediately came to greet him.

"Mr. Lu, the main entrance is blocked. Please go through the back and avoid running into them."

The police officer pointed towards the back door with his palm, his expression tense.

Lu Yunzhou glanced at the doorway and said, "I'll go out through the front door."

"There are too many people, and the woman in charge keeps shouting. You'll get into trouble if you go out."

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand and pushed open the glass door, without stopping.

There were twenty or thirty people crammed into the open space outside the police station.

Two white banners were held high, reading "Give me back my family" and "Yuanchuan will pay with his life."

Some people were holding gray urns containing ashes, some were holding up portraits of the deceased, and others were crying out at the top of their lungs.

The voice was loud, but there were hardly any tears.

Standing at the very front was a village woman with curly hair.

She was wearing a floral coat and holding a portrait of a deceased person in her hand.

As soon as Lu Yunzhou stepped out the door, she immediately held the portrait to her chest and rushed over at the top of her lungs.

"So you're the boss of Yuanchuan? My husband died on your construction site, you have to pay me compensation today!"

After the woman finished speaking, she slapped her palm on the urn.

The people behind immediately joined in the commotion.

"Pay with your life!"

"At least two million in compensation!"

"Don't even think about leaving without paying!"

Lu Yunzhou stopped at the bottom of the steps, his gaze sweeping over the urn before settling on the woman's face.

She cried very hard, but her eyes kept turning to the sides.

She had to wait for the people next to her to follow her every time she called out.

Some people held up banners with relaxed wrists, shouted for compensation at the loudest volume, and the person holding the portrait didn't even glance at the face in the photo.

The group knew what to shout, but they didn't know who the deceased was.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the curly-haired woman stepped closer and reached out to grab his collar.

The on-duty police officer quickly stepped in front of them, shouting, "Everyone back off! No disturbances allowed in front of the police station!"

The curly-haired woman immediately sat down on the ground, slapping her thigh and crying, "The police are protecting the murderer too! My man is gone, and I can't even get justice!"

People around started recording with their phones.

Lu Yunzhou looked down at her, his voice clear: "What's your man's name?"

The woman paused for a moment while crying, then looked up and said, "Ma Jianguo."

She answered very quickly.

The group behind them also shouted, "The deceased is Ma Jianguo!"

Lu Yunzhou took out the identity verification documents from his pocket, and the pages flipped in the wind.

"You've got the wrong name."

The curly-haired woman pushed herself up from the ground, her makeup smudged with tears. "Stop talking nonsense! My man uses the name Ma Jianguo when he works on the construction site!"

"The names in the construction site files are fake."

Lu Yunzhou unfolded the documents. "The deceased's real name was Zhang Tieniu, 42 years old, from another province. His wife passed away three years ago, and his household registration information showed that he had no spouse, no parents, and no children."

The woman's hand froze in mid-air.

Lu Yunzhou raised the documents in his hand: "You say you're his wife, so where did you register your marriage? Show me your marriage certificate. What about the child? Give me Zhang Tieniu's hometown address."

The woman's mouth was open, and the sound of crying was stuck in her throat.

The man behind, carrying an urn, lowered his head and took a step back.

The people holding the banners exchanged glances, and the previously orderly line began to loosen.

The curly-haired woman quickly regained her senses, pointed at Lu Yunzhou, and cursed, "You think you can renege on your debt with just a few scraps of paper? The corpse is inside, you can't just call him whatever you want!"

As she spoke, she rushed forward, trying to snatch the documents away.

Lu Yunzhou stepped aside to avoid it, the documents brushing against the back of her hand.

"You don't even know his real name, yet you dare to come here with an urn of ashes to claim kinship?"

The woman's tearful expression finally broke, and her lips trembled slightly.

She turned to look at the crowd, wanting to find someone to talk to, but the men who had shouted the loudest earlier had already turned their faces away.

Lu Yunzhou continued, "Zhang Tieniu was widowed three years ago, and his household registration states he lives alone. Where did this wife of yours come from? Did she appear out of thin air?"

The shouts at the scene stopped simultaneously.

The police officer on duty took the document and quickly flipped to the identity verification page.

After reading the contents, he turned and winked at his colleague.

Two police officers walked down the steps and stared at the person carrying the urn containing ashes.

The man's arm trembled, and the urn almost fell to the ground.

Before the curly-haired woman could shout, Lu Yunzhou had already raised his phone and pointed it at her face.

"Keep crying, keep shouting. I've recorded every word you just said. Once the technical department verifies your identities, whoever was paid to cause trouble will go into the interrogation room with Wu Jian'an."

The woman's eyes darted around, and she took a half step back.

Some people in the crowd put down banners, while others turned and walked away.

The man holding the urn lowered his head and walked around the police officer, sweat streaming down his face.

Lu Yunzhou stood in front of the steps, his identity information clearly displayed in his hand.

"You even got the deceased's real name wrong, how dare you stand here demanding compensation?"

The curly-haired woman could no longer make a sound.

Those holding banners retreated, and the line in the open space completely dispersed.