Although Shi Jiaxin's profession is forensic science, she possesses the most basic of common sense—the key to the success of an operation lies in the prior arrangents and preparations made.
Yesterday, ten people were divided into two groups. If there was no prior ticulous planning, it would have been fine. But this ti, the scale is obviously much larger than yesterday's operation. If there still isn't any advance preparation, isn't it clear that they're just waiting for failure?
However, unexpectedly, Xiao Feng nodded and smiled, "You're right."
"Wha-what do you an?" Shi Jiaxin was a bit taken aback.
"It's not that I'm not actively preparing, but preparation alone won't lead to success. People like Zhao Chen are rare encounters. I can't guarantee that every team participating in the operation will catch a criminal of that caliber, can I?" Xiao Feng said nonchalantly.
"Furthermore, can you guarantee that among those fifty people we just saw, there aren't any of Miao Youmin's informants?" Xiao Feng said confidently, "Plus, the Shen Group has surely prepared in advance as well. Failure is already a certainty."
"..." Shi Jiaxin was at a loss for words this ti. It was the first ti she'd ever seen soone treat failure as the ultimate goal.
But was it really failure that Xiao Feng wanted?
In terms of this operation, it was indeed a failure, but for Xiao Feng, it was a success!
It sounded sowhat contradictory, but thinking it through carefully, it made perfect sense.
Xiao Feng explained, "In fact, my original goal was to make the Shen Group lose money, even to the point where they can no longer earn money in the future. Catching the big fish isn't important. What's important is letting the outside world know that the Shen Group has been listed as a key target for crackdown, and making them afraid to continue spending at the Shen Group's establishnts—that is enough."
"So, that's what you were thinking?" Shi Jiaxin asked blankly.
Xiao Feng put his legs down, stood up, and said, "Otherwise, why would I say that when a person is not smart, they should focus on their work instead of engaging in pointless thoughts? Let's start the action."
"I told you before, if you dare to say that about again..." Shi Jiaxin said angrily, but before she could finish, she saw Xiao Feng already walking out of the eting room, which made her even more frustrated.
However, alongside her anger, Shi Jiaxin suddenly realized that Xiao Feng had told her his true intention, which indicated that he considered her a trustworthy person.
With this thought, her feelings suddenly beca complex...
Xiao Feng, along with Zhao Xingfeng, Wang Qiang, and others, headed straight for the southern part of the city. Along the way, Wang Qiang and the others were very excited, showing a determination that they wouldn't rest until they achieved rit.
In contrast, Xiao Feng and Zhao Xingfeng seed relatively calm. If major cases were uncovered two consecutive days, the Shen Group would have closed down long ago.
Just like yesterday, they first found a restaurant at the target location to drink. After midnight passed, they began their operation.
Although the chance of success was slim, what if the Shen Group neglected this place?
With this mindset, Xiao Feng began drinking and playing drinking gas with everyone, but everyone seed to deliberately avoid the topic of won, not daring to joke about it, fearing it would rekindle Zhao Xingfeng's sad past.
However, at this mont, as Xiao Feng raised his glass, he suddenly paused. A strong sense of danger arose in his heart. Although this feeling only lasted for a mont, it was real and existed genuinely.
This feeling generally only appeared for two reasons: either an expert was passing by, inadvertently releasing their own aura, or in that brief mont, soone had harbored murderous intent against him.
Xiao Feng leaned more towards the second possibility. He took a sip of liquor and, as he put down the glass, discreetly observed the people around him but found nothing unusual.
Just then, an impatient voice from the restaurant owner's direction rang out: "Go, go, go, don't make trouble at my door! As soon as you co in, how will the patrons inside eat?"
Everyone looked towards the door in unison and saw a disheveled, ragged old woman hunched over, holding a broken bowl, desperately pleading, "Please be kind, my granddaughter hasn't eaten for two days. The child is still small and needs nourishnt. Give us so food, please."
Only then did everyone notice that behind the old woman stood a petite, grimy little girl, about 120 cm tall, wearing mismatched shoes that were clearly not a pair.
"I know it's hard for you, but I'm running a business, not a charity. Please go elsewhere." The boss softened his tone and said patiently.
Several people found this hard to watch. In these tis, who is really missing a morsel of food?
Zhao Xingfeng was one of them. He stood up and shouted towards the door, "Let them in and make two bowls of noodles. It's on !"
"Yes!" A diner at the next table also stood up, saying, "Let them in, and we'll cover whatever they eat."
With soone taking the lead, more and more people began to chi in, and the boss had no choice but to clear the way and let the old woman and the little girl in.
But the old woman did not enter. Instead, she repeatedly bowed in thanks to the custors inside, saying, "Thank you, everyone. I won't co in. If you have any leftovers, a bite would be greatly appreciated!"
At this mont, a waiter brought a dish to a table near the door, and the patron took a new pair of chopsticks from the holder, picked up the dish, and took it out to the old woman.
"Quick, thank the kind person!" The old woman pulled the little girl out from behind her and repeatedly thanked the patron who brought the dish.
The little girl stepped forward, too shy to look up at the person who had brought the food. She simply gave a deep bow and said, "Thank you, uncle!"
Witnessing this scene, Zhao Xingfeng's heart was tightly clenched. If his daughter were still alive, she would be about the sa age as this little girl...
"Child, co inside," Zhao Xingfeng beckoned.
The little girl timidly grabbed the old woman's sleeve, and the old woman nodded, "Go ahead, that uncle is a good person."
The little girl kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone, practically shuffling over to Zhao Xingfeng's side.
When two bowls of noodles were served, Zhao Xingfeng pushed a bowl towards the little girl, "Have so."
The little girl glanced at the steaming noodles on the table, couldn't help swallowing, and, as if unable to withstand her hunger, picked up the noodles and put them in her mouth, as if fearing soone might snatch them away.
Xiao Feng's internal vigilance had not slackened. Hearing the sighs around him and even criticisms of officials' inaction, he couldn't help but feel a bit rueful inside.
This is just the tip of the iceberg. Imagine trying sothing like this in the Middle East?
The real horror isn't making a big deal over sothing, but becoming accustod to it.
When such a scene becos normal, that's the real sign of a trend heading towards destruction.
It's not that Xiao Feng lacks compassion; it's just that he's seen so much more, and he's better able to accept such seemingly unreasonable existences than others.
Additionally, for so reason, Xiao Feng felt that the timing of the old woman and the little girl's appearance was sowhat peculiar...
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