Chapter 464: Chapter 464 Official Reaction
Your master? Director Zhang didn’t quite understand, but he could clearly see the red bills in front of him.
Two hundred thousand was a considerable sum, but it was not all that impressive in his eyes, so he spoke with an expressionless face, “You’re Lao Zhao’s brother, I’ll certainly help if I can, money isn’t an issue… First tell what’s it about.”
Xu Leigang gave a sideways glance to the brawny man beside him, “Seems like we’re running out of liquor.”
The brawny man was indeed his comrade-in-arms, Lao Zhao. Hearing this, he stood up and said with a smile, “Then I’ll take a look, and get another bottle.”
Director Zhang called out, “Lao Zhao, no need, I still have work this afternoon.”
The brawny man’s eyes bulged, “Then may I at least go to the restroom?”
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With Lao Zhao gone, Director Zhang didn’t say a word; he waited for the other to speak his piece.
“My master is Feng Jun,” Xu Leigang said with a smile, “The person I want you to deal with is a thorn in the side from Chaoge.”
“Damn,” Director Zhang let out a pained laugh on hearing this, “That’s our instructor’s job.”
The case was pressed down by the sub-bureau, and taken over by the instructor; he didn’t want to get involved—even if he was the number one guy in charge.
“No problem,” Xu Leigang grinned, exposing his teeth, “The instructor definitely won’t mind, we’re all in this together.”
Director Zhang had heard about the case and after pondering, he asked, “Zhang Weihong… Do you know her?”
Xu Leigang described casually, “An old acquaintance, she has a good relationship with my master too. My master is the owner of Luohua Manor, he’s been good to .”
Director Zhang pondered again before speaking, “Your master… He isn’t a local, is he?”
Xu Leigang, sensing sothing off with the question, spoke gravely, “If there’s a task, the disciple shoulders the work, I am a local.”
Director Zhang laughed it off, speaking without concern, “Perhaps you don’t know, but more than one person has asked to look out for the people of Chaoge, I did it to give the instructor face, I didn’t intervene.”
Xu Leigang narrowed his eyes, speaking with a poker face, “I’m quite sincere. Out of respect for Lao Zhao, may I ask again, can Director Zhang help with this matter?”
Director Zhang remained silent; what he had said earlier was largely true, people had indeed approached him, but not getting involved wasn’t just for the instructor’s sake—this was a case pushed down from above.
And to tell the truth, that woman, Zhang Weihong, was quite a person to be wary of.
So, faced with Xu Leigang’s veiled threat, he couldn’t muster any anger—it was nothing more than a negotiation that hadn’t succeeded.
Director Zhang picked up his glass, clinked it with Xu Leigang’s, smiling as he spoke, “Lao Zhao is my brother, I’ve got to give him face. Cheers!”
Both n cleared their glasses and Xu Leigang finally smiled and said, “Thank you, Director Zhang, let’s keep in touch in the future.”
“After this thing blows over, let’s sit down again, you and I,” Director Zhang answered with a smile before his eyes shifted cunningly, “This master of yours… can you introduce to him?”
Xu Leigang paused before slowly replying, “It depends on the situation, my master… is especially aweso.”
Actually, this was a polite refusal—Lao Zhang, you’re only in the league where you deal with soone like .
Director Zhang beca curious; if Zhu Renxia’s son was saying this, the man in question was no ordinary person. “Then let’s talk about your master, all I know is that he’s bloody rich.”
“I dare not gossip about him,” Xu Leigang replied with a smile, “But these days, being rich is already quite aweso, isn’t it?”
Just then, Lao Zhao re-entered the room, bringing their conversation to a close.
That very evening, Zhengyang also issued a subpoena, summoning the company’s president and legal representative.
Upon receiving the news, Yuan Zihao reflected for a while before going to find Feng Jun, “Where did you sell those Boiler Cal Motorcycles to?”
The deputy general’s confession certainly spilled so Chaoge secrets, but it also revealed a hidden fact: Feng Jun had sold a significant number of Boiler Cal Motorcycles to Bei Xinluo, drawing the attention of many.
Once Feng Jun heard that this had been leaked, he was sowhat helpless, knowing Bei Xinluo was too sensitive. So, he spread his hands and answered with a laugh, “Just so Boiler Cal Motorcycles, not energy or military stuff, is it that important?”
Elder Yuan was more serious, “It might not be important, but tell … which company in Bei Xinluo are you dealing with?”
Feng Jun let out a cold laugh, “I never said I sold them to Bei Xinluo, if you don’t believe , go and check there, see if my goods are there.”
“If Bei Xinluo doesn’t want sothing found, we’ll definitely not be able to find it,” Elder Yuan spoke seriously, “They may be a bit behind, but their ability to maintain secrecy… is even stronger than our own country.”
Indeed, Feng Jun had to admit this fact. One could underestimate other aspects of Bei Xinluo, but their work on secrecy was absolutely top-notch, “Then just consider it as if I threw it away, or sold it as scrap tal.”
Elder Yuan looked at him for a while, sighed, and spoke, “Fine, as long as you are confident it won’t be found, I’ll help you speak up… There won’t be any issues with the transportation, right?”
“Transportation,” Feng Jun couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “Elder Yuan, you have the nerve to ask about transportation?”
Elder Yuan knew what he was referring to, yet he felt a bit wronged, “It was explosives! You didn’t say where you were transporting them to.”
“Alright, it doesn’t matter anymore,” Feng Jun said with a smile, shaking his hand dismissively, “I was just speaking off the cuff.
That very night, Chaoge contacted Mou Miao again, saying that the city had decided to deliver the Boiler Cal Motorcycles to Zhengyang—yes, the city was sending them to Zhengyang, along with bringing over Mou Miao’s car, hoping the matter would end there.
At this point, the decision was no longer up to General Mou, so he tried to call Feng Jun, but his calls went unanswered.
Having no choice, he had to consult with Elder Yuan—should I agree to this?
Yuan Huapeng gave him a sly suggestion, telling him to agree first, and once the items were delivered, then negotiate compensation and not to settle until then—if they dared, let them try turning things hostile again.
It must be said, Official Governnt makes decisions with a better grasp of pros and cons and acts more decisively than private individuals. Realizing that they couldn’t do anything about Feng Jun, they decisively decided to let go of the matter.
Of course, another key factor played a role—the small van involved in the car accident was thoroughly inspected, and holes in the tires were discovered, with the final analysis indicating that these holes were not caused by bullets or any other sharp objects.
The police were more inclined to believe that the van, traveling at high speed, ran over so blunt object, causing a blowout. They also expressed their disdain: the tires should have been replaced already and were not supposed to be on the road in the first place.
This was the expert’s assessnt; the report was issued and signed. It was very difficult for Chaoge to quietly make any adjustnts to it.
So, they decisively admitted defeat; otherwise, the families’ complaints were too much to bear.
In such a situation, to continue fighting over pride would be foolish. Seeking a settlent as quickly as possible was the right course of action.
The next day was still overcast. Early in the morning, five trucks appeared at the entrance of Luohua Manor.
n Gang had just been frightened. Although President Feng had won back respect and face for everyone, seeing such a scene prompted them to inform the manor imdiately.
Soon enough, people from the manor arrived—two n and a woman, Mou Miao, Gao Qiang, and Liu Xiaoxuan.
There were thirteen Boiler Cal Motorcycles brought in, with two damaged ones still in Chaoge. The Highlander that had been detained by the traffic police was also driven over.
The people from Chaoge had a clear attitude: we return your items, you release our people.
Mou Miao, having dealt with the People of Chaoge nurous tis, stated very clearly: return the items first, then we can discuss other matters, otherwise there’s no need to talk at all.
The People of Chaoge haggled for a long ti, but in the end, it was Gao Qiang who spoke up, “Elder Yuan already said this matter isn’t finished, giving you a chance to return the items… Be content with that.”
In fact, Gao Qiang’s presence wasn’t just on behalf of Elder Yuan. Feng Jun had already agreed: I might consider teaching you a few things, but there’s a three-year observation period, with no salary during this ti and no casual leaves allowed.
If you can handle it, we’ll discuss apprenticeship after three years; if not… well.
Gao Qiang agreed without a second thought. He had intended to donate all his assets; instead, they only asked him to work as a Laborer for free for three years, which was a good deal.
Seeing the firm stance of the other party, the People of Chaoge reluctantly made a call to their leaders, then obediently unloaded the Boiler Cal Motorcycles into the storeroom.
Liu Xiaoxuan was extrely dissatisfied with the returned Highlander, “Aside from being rear-ended, there are so many scratches. When it was confiscated, the odoter was at eight thousand, now it’s eleven thousand, and the car interior is so dirty… Is this really my car?”
You can check the engine number, the People of Chaoge were also helpless, “This… we are willing to compensate for the loss.”
Confiscated cars being used privately is all too common. In recent years, regulations have tightened a bit, but since Mou Miao’s car was new, despite being rear-ended, it was still functional, with good tires and brakes.
Therefore, his car was taken out for a few long-distance runs.
Normally, when an owner retrieves a car and encounters this situation, they’d have no choice but to accept their bad luck. But now, Liu Xiaoxuan was full of confidence and refused to agree easily.
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