Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 651 Three Things

Du Changle shivered violently, and all the fat on his body trembled.

He knew all too well who the "hyenas" the congressman was referring to were.

On the surface, Councilor Zhang Deming and his faction are the largest pack of hyenas, ready to bite at any moment.

Lu Chenjia and Guangming Group might also be considered as half a threat; the profit-driven nature of capital means they could turn their backs and bite at any time.

Meanwhile, in the shadows are the seemingly docile and harmless factions or opportunists within the government. They may be meek and mild on ordinary days, but once a hint of bloodshed is detected and they sense an opportunity to grab a share, they will pounce on it like madmen.

They were starving and craved meat so badly...

Wang Xinfa held a high position of power and had deep roots, so even though the hyenas were greedy, they were wary of him and dared not easily pounce on him to tear him apart.

Even if they dared to take a bite, they might not be able to bite it.

But what if... what if it was Du Changle who was injured, bleeding, and exposed?

What if something goes wrong during the investigation, and those hyenas smell the "blood" on Du Changle?

He couldn't imagine how many rounds his fat body could last.

The scariest thing is that when a storm is brewing, if someone makes a mistake, do you think the councilor will protect him or not?

Du Changle answered almost without hesitation, the answer sinking into his heart like a cold block of iron.

He gritted his teeth, the fat on his cheeks taut:

"Understood, Congressman. Rest assured, I will be careful and not give those hyenas any chance."

Wang Xinfa let out a faint "hmm" sound from his nose, which was considered as if he had heard it.

The car fell silent again. Du Changle's heartbeat did not calm down after expressing his determination; instead, it became even more intense.

Seeing that the councilor remained silent for a long time, Du Changle took a few deep breaths and finally mustered up the courage to ask again:

"Councilor, there is still something I don't understand, and I would like to ask you to enlighten me."

Wang Xinfa leaned back in his chair, his eyelids slightly lifted, glancing sideways, which could be considered tacit approval.

As if granted permission, Du Changle quickened his pace and asked:
"Since Madam Li is so reluctant to part with the two prisons, and Qian Huan has woken up, why doesn't the councilor go with the flow and grant Madam Li's wish?"
In this way, Mrs. Li and Qian Huan will surely continue to be grateful to the congressman…

Du Changle must figure out this issue. Only through this question can he understand the councilor's true attitude towards Li Hanyu and her son.

This attitude greatly determines the scale of his actions.

If this attitude isn't clear, even if he investigates, he won't know to what extent or how ruthless the methods will be.

After all, Qian Huan already calls the councilor "Dad".

These days, getting anything done is really difficult, harder than dancing on the edge of a knife.

To succeed, you must consider every aspect; otherwise, you'll surely fail if you don't do things well, but if you do things too "well," you might... fail even more.

If you want to get things done, and if you want to finish them, live, and climb the ladder, you absolutely must figure out what the big shots are thinking. One wrong move and you're in deep trouble.

Wang Xinfa's acceptance of Du Changle's proposal, on the surface, did not seem to be without some merit.

If Lu Chenjia were in his position, there's a 99% chance he would have adopted this seemingly "win-win" suggestion.

The weakness of the merchant class means that they are very flexible and can compromise at any time, exchanging long-term interests for temporary concessions.

The inheritability of capital means they don't need to fight for short-term gains; they have plenty of time to wait and plan.

However, Wang Xinfa is not Lu Chenjia. He is a powerful member of the executive government and a top member who is only one step away from the chief position.

He can't back down even a little bit.

What he's fighting for is the present moment, this very instant, this ever-changing and fleeting power structure!

If he had been even slightly softer and less argumentative, the position of the next chief would have slipped through his fingers.

Given his current stature, if he fails to be elected and falls from grace... in the abyss of power in the Ninth District, will Wang Xinfa still have any chance of survival?

Therefore, he cannot retreat, not even a single step!

Externally, he cannot show weakness to people like Zhang Deming; internally, he cannot compromise with Li Hanyu's attempts to use "loyalty" to manipulate him and challenge his absolute control.

His current position means that his posture must only move forward, not backward.

Taking a step back is the beginning of being utterly destroyed!
But this harsh truth can't be truly understood unless you've been in that position.

Even if I tell you, you'll only imagine it and won't truly understand, because you have no idea how many watchful eyes are watching his every move, both openly and secretly.

If he shows even the slightest weakness, it will be magnified and then trigger a frenzy among the hyenas.

Wang Xinfa naturally wouldn't, and disdained, explain such profound principles to a dog at his feet.

"Oh?"

He merely chuckled coldly, his voice rising slightly at the end, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"So, according to you, if I disagree, Li Hanyu and Qian Huan will hold a grudge against me, right? Hmm?"

Du Changle felt a chill instantly freeze his blood, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The senator's mind was far more domineering and...more ruthless than he had imagined.

Making the councilors dislike Li Hanyu would be in Du Changle's best interest, but for some reason, he couldn't feel happy at the moment; instead, he felt a chill in his heart.

Sure enough, the next second, he heard the councilor say in a cold voice:

"If you're going to be a dog, you have to be prepared to be one."

Only the bones your master bestows upon you are yours; if your master doesn't give them to you, you must swallow your saliva and not even entertain the thought of coveting them!

Wang Xinfa's voice suddenly turned stern:

"Li Hanyu...she dares to harbor disloyal thoughts!"

Du Changle lowered his head, cold sweat dripping down his back. He had a guilty conscience, feeling that the councilor's words were not only directed at Li Hanyu, but also a warning to himself.

Du Changle's throat bobbed spasmodically as he swallowed with difficulty:
"The councilor's lesson is well learned, and Chang Le will certainly keep your teachings firmly in mind."

Wang Xinfa didn't press Du Changle any further. Taking advantage of a lull in the traffic, he asked instead:
"Tell me, how do you plan to investigate?"

Du Changle's mind raced, and he replied:
"Councilor, my initial plan is to address this from three aspects simultaneously!"

He held up a short, thick finger adorned with a gold ring and said:
"First, investigate the medical team inside the villa. Qian Huan's physical condition, treatment plan, medication records, vital sign monitoring data... all this information is in the hands of these doctors."

They were the people who knew Qian Huan's physical condition best. If Qian Huan's awakening was truly due to external intervention, they couldn't possibly have been completely unaware; in fact... they might even have been involved themselves.

Then, he raised his second finger:

"Second, we need to thoroughly investigate the three 'special service providers' who appeared at the villa last night."

Their appearance was too suspicious, highly questionable.

Finally, Du Changle raised a third finger, a chilling, insightful look appearing on his fat face:
"Third, I want to investigate Feng Mu."

According to his subordinates, Feng Mu is deeply trusted by Li Hanyu and Qian Huan, and last night, Li Hanyu even specially summoned him to the villa, which is intriguing in itself.

Therefore, I believe that whatever Li Hanyu has secretly done before, or whatever she plans to do next, there's a high probability she'll delegate it to Feng Mu.

Wang Xinfa didn't look at Du Changle, but instead looked out the window, into the dark and deep night, as if it held endless secrets.

After a long pause, he let out a barely audible hum, offering no comment on Du Changle's specific plan, but simply uttering three words from his thin lips:

"Go do it."

Feng Mu followed Hou Wendong to find his father, Feng Ju, and "thoughtfully" left Liu Yi and Song Ping'an behind before leaving.

This "thoughtfulness," in Li Hanyu's eyes, was naturally Feng Mu's concern for the safety of her and her child, and the heartfelt loyalty of a minister.

Li Hanyu didn't say much, only nodded slightly to Liu Yi and Song Ping'an, then led the two into the bedroom and closed the heavy door behind them.

"Click."

With a crisp, decisive click, the door lock engaged, completely cutting off any potential prying eyes and eavesdropping whispers from the corridor outside.

Having taken the risky step of forcing Wang Xinfa to admit his son in public, Li Hanyu's tense nerves seemed to relax a bit in a retaliatory way.

She no longer felt like she was walking on thin ice, constantly wary of the bodyguards' gaze. This slight sense of control that arose from her "success" gave her the confidence to take her next step.

She walked calmly into the inner room and stopped directly next to the huge fish tank where her son, Qian Huan, was lying.

Under the soft glow of the overhead light, the pale green liquid rippled slightly, making Qian Huan's pale face in the tank appear somewhat distorted.

Qian Huan floated in the fish tank, her gaze lingering briefly on Liu Yi and Song Ping'an.

Qian Huan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. He recognized the two people, but not much.

I only remember that they were prison guards promoted by Feng Mu after he established the Internal Inspection Department. I think their names were... Liu something and Song something, but I can't remember their exact names.

Qian Huan naturally wouldn't show it; the dignified look he had before falling unconscious appeared on his face, as if he wasn't at home, but had already returned to the Second Prison, back to his warden's office.

He was habitually using his gaze to assess the loyalty, ability, and... usefulness of the two people in front of him.

Li Hanyu smiled gently and asked the question he had once asked Feng Mu:
"Can my son and I trust either of you?"

Liu Yi and Song Ping'an exchanged a quick glance.

Song Ping'an, always clumsy with words, appeared even more flustered at this moment. Liu Yi, on the other hand, was relatively quick-witted, especially having been influenced by Gong Qi recently. He immediately bowed slightly.

"Madam, Minister Feng has always taught us that as members of the Second Prison, we should be loyal to Warden Qian with all our heart and soul. Therefore, please trust us as you trust the Minister."

Song Ping'an, standing to the side, lowered his head and mumbled in agreement:

"He's right, so am I."

Their responses were merely adequate; there were neither impassioned declarations nor tearful expressions of emotion.

The expressions on their faces even seemed somewhat stiff, as if they were wearing frozen masks.

After all, Liu Yi and Song Ping'an aren't exactly acting experts, and they can't exactly embody "Qian Huan" as Feng Mu to simulate emotional changes right now.

However, this clumsy reaction, in Li Hanyu's eyes, was precisely what was considered golden "truth," and was more real and reliable than those "clever people" who were eloquent and eager to show their loyalty.

Combined with what she had witnessed of the two's "genuine affection" in the corridor, Li Hanyu became even more certain that these two were simple-minded, straightforward, and not scheming.

She had long believed in their loyalty, and like Feng Mu, she was a smaller version of a loyal dog.

Asking again now is just a routine step, a way to better open up the conversation.

Qian Huan, who was in the fish tank, naturally didn't see the crucial scene in the corridor.

Despite Liu Yi and Song Ping'an's somewhat indifferent response, a barely perceptible hint of dissatisfaction flickered in his heart.

In his view, this level of pledge of loyalty was too commonplace and lacked the necessary strength and enthusiasm.

However, he had unconditional and absolute trust in his mother. Since his mother approved of them, she must have her reasons.

He kept a slightly stern face, maintaining his authoritative demeanor as the warden, and waited for what was to come.

A charming, satisfied smile bloomed on Li Hanyu's face. This smile seemed to carry warmth, dispelling the lingering, cold smell of disinfectant in the room. She nodded slightly and said:
“Very well, then, what if I need you two to handle some… slightly tricky matters for my son and me?”

Liu Yi answered almost without hesitation, his body instinctively straightening even more.

"Please give your instructions, Madam."

Song Ping'an immediately followed suit, like the most loyal repeater, his voice deep but resolute:

"Please give your instructions, Madam."

Li Hanyu's smile deepened. Instead of immediately revealing the task, she added:
"These matters not only involve the Second Prison, but also the outside world. Perhaps... we will encounter some unexpected dangers or bloodshed."

Have you... really thought this through?

Liu Yi maintained the same expression as before, without changing his expression.

In acting, this is called a lack of emotional progression, a flaw indicating a lack of skill. But in the eyes of a veteran actor like Li Hanyu, this "woodenness" and "unchanging nature" are precisely the most difficult to fake genuine sincerity.

Liu Yi's answer, even his tone, remained unchanged; it was still those same few words:
"Please give your instructions, Madam."

Like an echo, Song Ping'an repeated aloud:
"Please give your instructions, Madam."

No grand pronouncements, no passionate rhetoric, no flowery words—just five simple yet powerful words from beginning to end!

"it is good!"

A look of satisfaction appeared on Li Hanyu's face. She stopped probing and, under the gaze of the two, slowly raised her hand, revealing three fingers painted with dark red nail polish, clearly standing upright in the air:
"There are three things I need you two to do for me..."

(End of this chapter)