Intuition?
Of course, it couldn't be intuition.
Director Yang discovered so clues on the 19th.
On that day, only one thing happened.
That was a large volu of reports about tax evasion being transferred from the Office of Civilized Affairs to the Tax Bureau.
Even outsiders knew that nearly two hundred reports appearing in a short ti was not normal. As the head of the Tax Bureau, wouldn't Director Yang notice sothing amiss?
He certainly sensed sothing unusual.
But he only felt sothing was off.
That day, he must have t so people and, through them, verified his inner suspicions.
Song Guanchao suspected that he must have t the chairman of Futong Company that day.
The answer might just be found with the chairman of Futong Company!
Liang Jianfeng was baffled by this sowhat complex information.
No choice—getting older, his mind wasn't as sharp as when he was young.
"Take a rest."
Liang Jianfeng left the interrogation room and imdiately gathered personnel into the conference room for arrangents.
Besides the people Liang Jianfeng brought, the entire branch was cooperating, but only Director Zhao and so captains from the criminal investigation team could attend the eting.
"Director Zhao, check Director Feng from the Industrial and Comrcial Bureau's address, then bring him over."
"Also check the Futong Company's chairman's address. Captain Xu will lead the team to invite this chairman back."
"Understood!"
The two nodded and imdiately went to execute.
Director Zhao quickly found the specific addresses of the two n. After informing Captain Xu, he brought people to find Director Feng.
"Drive."
Director Zhao sat in the passenger seat, said a word to the driving policeman, and then mumbled while pulling out his phone, "Won't be going ho tonight."
Then quickly edited a text ssage: "Liang Jianfeng wants to arrest Director Feng and the chairman of Futong Company."
After sending the ssage to Zhu Qiushui, he pretended to accidentally drop his phone onto the ground.
Bent down to pick it up, using his body as cover, quickly stowed the phone away, and took out another phone, swiftly dialing a number.
"Hello, honey, I'm working overti tonight, won't be coming ho, you all go to sleep early."
After hanging up, Director Zhao closed his eyes, pretending to rest.
...
Zhu Qiushui had already left the country and was currently on Hong Kong Island.
After receiving the text, she imdiately called Secretary Lu.
"Uncle, have you applied to transfer out of Lingjiang?"
"I've already applied."
"When will it likely be confird?"
"I guess the Organization Departnt will contact on Monday. What's up?"
"Liang Jianfeng has found out about Director Feng and Peng Xingrong."
How could it be so fast?
He only took over the case today, and the available information was so sparse.
No matter how capable Liang Jianfeng is, it shouldn't be so quick.
At least, it should take a week, right?
In just half a day, he actually managed to pinpoint the direction.
No wonder he was noticed by the provincial departnt, and even the Ministry of Public Security gave him a comndation.
This Director Liang's ability is not to be underestimated.
Secretary Lu fell silent for a long ti, then asked, "Have you gone to Hong Kong Island?"
"Got there last night."
"Stay there, don't co back. No matter what happens, don't co back!"
"Don't get involved in this matter anymore."
"Uncle..."
"Listen to !"
"No way!" Zhu Qiushui stubbornly said, "Once Director Feng is caught, things will be exposed tonight!"
"Your appointnt hasn't been confird yet!"
"We absolutely can't let them catch Director Feng!"
"Uncle, you've been planning for so long, you can't let it end in failure because of one Director Feng!"
Zhu Qiushui felt a bit regretful. She shouldn't have dealt with Director Yang so early.
At least, it should have been delayed until the appointnt notice was out.
But regret was of no use.
It's too late to say anything now.
The bow is drawn, there's no turning back.
The path Secretary Lu took can only be walked to the end without a chance to turn around.
"On Futong Company's side, they won't find anyone, Chairman Peng has already left Lingjiang."
"Director Feng must die tonight!"
"Qiushui..."
"Uncle, I can listen to you on everything else, but this ti, you must listen to !"
"Sigh."
Secretary Lu sighed and said, "He can't be killed. If he's killed, then this matter really can't be covered up anymore. Find a way to make sure he doesn't talk recklessly. Liang Jianfeng probably hasn't discovered any concrete details; he's looking for him probably to cooperate with the investigation."
No matter how strong Liang Jianfeng's ability is, without enough information, he can't possibly find out that much.
He guessed that Liang Jianfeng only had a rough idea.
If Director Feng suddenly dies at this ti, Liang Jianfeng would suspect that there's a mole within the police station!
By then, Director Zhao might very well be dug up.
This risk cannot be taken!
Zhu Qiushui cald down and said, "I understand."
...
Director Feng was sitting in the study, taking off his glasses to prepare for a rest.
Just as he stood up, a vibrating sound ca from the drawer.
Opening the drawer, there was a phone lying there.
This was his private phone, with an unregistered SIM card.
The call was from Zhu Qiushui.
Director Feng felt annoyed, but didn't dare not answer.
"Director Feng, not resting yet?"
"Do you have anything, Miss Zhu?"
"Is Director Yang in a bad mood?"
Zhu Qiushui chuckled softly, "Listen carefully to what I am about to say. You might not have ti to rest tonight."
"What do you an?"
"Yang Lang is dead."
"What?"
Director Feng's pupils contracted.
"In about fifteen minutes or so, police from the provincial special task force will visit you, asking you to return for investigation cooperation."
"They will ask you why you imposed the maximum penalty on Futong Company, why you only issued symbolic fines on other reported companies, and why penalties varied for identical reports."
"Think of a reasonable excuse carefully."
"And rember, don't expose ."
"If my na appears in front of the police, you'll be the next Yang Lang."
Director Feng's body shuddered, and he stamred, "You... you killed Director Yang?"
"Director Feng, don't ask such juvenile questions."
"Alright, rember to delete the call logs later, flush the SIM card down the toilet, dispose of the phone properly, don't let anyone find it."
"Director Feng, be cautious, don't disappoint ."
With that, Zhu Qiushui hung up the phone.
Director Feng stared at the phone, lost in thought.
Director Yang is dead...
She actually killed Director Yang!
Is this woman a madman?
How dare she?
What exactly is she aiming for?
Countless doubts flooded his mind, yet there was no one to explain them to him.
He suddenly rembered, during lunchti on the 19th, Director Yang invited him to lunch.
That day, Director Yang wanted to tell him sothing but was interrupted by a call from Zhu Qiushui.
After finishing the call with Zhu Qiushui, Director Yang completely changed.
At the ti, he was rely curious and didn't think much of it.
Now it seed that Director Yang might have discovered sothing he shouldn't have, leading to his fatal end.
Director Yang's inner fear escalated.
Rembering Zhu Qiushui's warning, he quickly cald down.
The police will visit soon to ask why the penalties for these companies differ...
While dismantling the SIM card, he threw it into the toilet to flush away, deleted the call records, then went to the balcony and threw the phone forcefully, watching it trace a parabola and disappear into the night.
Seconds later, there was a heavy thud sowhere in the complex, though he didn't know where it landed.
Ti passed by minute by minute.
Bzz, bzz!
The phone vibrated once more.
An unfamiliar number.
He deliberately waited for several seconds, composed himself, then answered the call.
"Who is it?"
"Hello, Director Feng, I am Director Zhao of the Fengjiang Branch. Could you open the door for us, please?"
"Who are you? What for?"
"The police need to talk to you, just open the door, please."
"What kind of crazy person calls this late at night?"
Director Feng pretended to be irritated and annoyed.
Director Zhao stood at the door and said, "Director Feng, Director Yang of the Tax Bureau and his family of four have been murdered. Liang Jianfeng, the deputy director of the special task force ford by the provincial departnt, has instructed us to ask you to co to the police station for further investigation assistance."
"What?"
Director Feng's shock was not feigned.
He knew that Director Yang was dead, but he didn't know that more than just Yang Lang had died.
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