Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 686 Breakthrough Point: Feng Mu?!
Zhang Deming paused for a moment, picked up the now-cold tea, casually poured it into the nearby trash can, and said coldly:

"You won't have another chance. Believe me, in District Nine, he has a million ways to shut you up."

At that point, no matter what kind of evidence you have, no matter how conclusive it is, it will all be useless if you can't speak up.

You're just a lowly specialist, even if you're now in charge of the case.

That's not how you play the game of thrones.

Zheng Geng was silent for a moment, then his voice lowered:

“It’s not enough for me to do it alone, but isn’t that… we also have your help, Congressman?”

You don't need to get involved yourself; just provide me with information at crucial moments, or... when I'm about to be silenced, create a small opening so I can speak.

Zhang Deming frowned. Of course he would "help" Zheng Geng; otherwise, he wouldn't have cooperated with him in the act just now.

But he would never easily make any promises, especially when the other party needed his help.

In transactions, taking as much as possible and maximizing profits is a politician's natural instinct.

He sighed softly, his voice becoming unsteady and tinged with difficulty:
"But why should I help you? My struggle with Wang Xinfa is a matter between him and me, a game between two councilors."

Even if I were to take him down, I would do it my own way, at my own pace, steadily and surely. As for you…”

He sized Zheng Geng up and down, his tone dismissive:

"What gives you the right to talk to me about a 'deal' when you're just a lowly maintenance specialist?"

Looking at Zhang Deming's pretentious and arrogant demeanor, Zheng Geng felt a surge of frustration and anger welling up inside him.

This is one of the reasons why he was unwilling to join any faction and preferred to languish in the maintenance department.

He couldn't stand that most of the work was done by people like him who rushed to the front, but the final benefits and spoils of victory were basically taken by the shrewd and calculating big shots above him.

But he lacks the means to retaliate; he needs this talisman, at least for now.

He gritted his teeth, a hint of humiliation and determination flashing in his eyes.

The next second, he suddenly stood up from the sofa. The action seemed abrupt, which made Zhang Deming raise his eyebrows slightly.

Then, under Zhang Deming's slightly surprised gaze, Zheng Geng bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground with a "thud".

"I'm sorry, Congressman, I misspoke. I'm not qualified to negotiate with you. I'm begging you for help. I promise I won't let you down."

His head was lowered, and his voice was squeezed out from deep in his throat, hoarse from extreme suppression.

Zhang Deming was clearly stunned. He really didn't expect that this seemingly stubborn and arrogant mad dog, who even dared to openly bite members of parliament in meetings, would kneel down to him so decisively.

He dared to bite his mortal enemy Wang Xinfa, yet he knelt down before me here. This extreme contrast instantly maximized the emotional impact.

Zhang Deming immediately felt refreshed, as if he had drunk an ice-cold drink on a sweltering summer day, and every pore of his body felt so good he could fly away.

His face quickly switched to a feigned expression of surprise. He leaned towards Zheng Geng, reached out his hand as if to help him up, and sighed deeply:

"Oh dear, Commissioner Zheng, what are you doing? Get up, get up quickly."

He applied a little force and pulled Zheng Geng up from the ground.

"Never mind, I'm just a soft-hearted person. I like to mentor young people who are energetic and have ideas."

Seeing how determined you are, then... I'll do my best to protect you.

He sighed, his tone filled with helplessness, as if he had made a very difficult decision, and patted Zheng Geng's arm:

"However, let's make it clear beforehand that I can only protect you until this case is over."

"The case is solved, the special envoy is found, or the city reaches a final conclusion, then my protection will end. The road ahead... you'll have to walk it yourself."

Zheng Geng felt the weak, feeble support, and the humiliation intensified, but he forced himself to stand up, his heart screaming wildly:

"Just bear with it for a while, just endure this moment, and once I've truly established myself, I won't need anyone to protect me anymore!"

After Zhang Deming and Zheng Geng sat down again, their kind smiles returned to their faces, as if the scene of kneeling had never happened.

He skillfully changed the subject, casually asking with a smile, as if making small talk:

"Speaking of which, Commissioner Zheng, I am a little curious. Wang Xinfa...did he offend you somewhere in the past? Or is there some other reason why you are so persistent in pursuing him?"
Judging from your demeanor today, it doesn't seem like you're just here to solve a case.

Zheng Geng shook his head, his answer unusually direct, frankly admitting his ambition:
"I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, Congressman, but I don't want to waste my life in that dead-end department like the Aircraft Maintenance Department anymore."

This case is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. I want to solve it, make a great contribution, and then... switch departments, change my life.

Zhang Deming raised an eyebrow and pressed on:
"Oh? Which department would you like to work for?"

Zheng Geng, however, did not hesitate at all; he had already prepared his words, his eyes burning with determination:

"Hasn't the position of police chief been vacant for a long time? Do you think... I'm suitable?"

Zhang Deming was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had heard something extremely interesting, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, which echoed in the spacious office.

He seemed to understand why Zheng Geng was relentlessly pursuing Li Xiang and Wang Xinfa like a mad dog.

Li Xiang is the strongest contender for the position of police chief, while Wang Xinfa is Li Xiang's biggest backer.

He has no chance of vying for that position unless he brings them down.

As for the idea of ​​overthrowing a powerful legislator and then rising to power himself, Zhang Deming had not subconsciously considered that possibility.

That's absolutely out of the ordinary!
Over the years, in the complex power structure of the Ninth District, only Wang Xinfa has ever openly accomplished such a thing.

It was a miracle created by a combination of countless coincidences, the prevailing trend, and one's own ruthlessness.

How could Zheng Geng, a mere individual with no foundation and only a crazy drive, possibly succeed?

Zhang Deming chuckled a few times, his expression gradually turning serious. He leaned forward, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knees, steer the conversation back to reality:
"The idea is very good. It's a good thing that young people dare to think and act."

However, Wang Xinfa is not easy to deal with. Li Xiang is now being protected by him like the apple of his eye, making him even more difficult to move. So, what are your specific plans next?

Zheng Geng was actually extremely reluctant to reveal the details of his plan to anyone, as it made him feel passive and uneasy.

But he understood that to gain Zhang Deming's support to some extent, and not just verbal "protection," he had to demonstrate his value and... a certain degree of "control."

He needs to convince the other party that he is a knife that can harm the enemy but will not harm himself for the time being.

He pondered for a moment and replied: "You are right, Congressman. Congressman Wang Xinfa or Li Xiang are already on alert and are not going to take any action for the time being."

Therefore, I plan to adopt a roundabout strategy, starting with inconspicuous places on the periphery, gradually searching for evidence, and finally weaving this evidence together to lock them down layer by layer.

As he spoke, he took out his phone, his fingers swiping rapidly to open a recent text message he had received from a subordinate.

The text message was very short, containing only one line: "[Commissioner, Prisoner Feng Mu and Captain Li Xiang have a close personal relationship and may be highly suspicious. This warrants attention.]"
He turned his phone screen towards Zhang Deming, pointed to the message, and said seriously:

"I think we can start with this person."

A mere prison guard from the Second Prison is neither significant nor important in this critical moment; he is easy to manipulate and a perfect first point of attack.

what do you think? "

Zheng Geng's eyes were cold and focused, like a venomous snake stalking its prey from the shadows, as if he could already see how to start from this tiny opening and eventually tear the entire behemoth apart.

Listening to Zheng Geng's description of the plan, Zhang Deming had to admit that this young commissioner, apart from his reckless ambition and madness, did indeed have some brains and methods.

In particular, the breakthrough point chosen by the other party was exactly what he wanted.

Don't misunderstand, I'm not talking about Feng Mu. Zhang Deming is in a high position and has many important matters to attend to, so how would he know who Feng Mu is?

He thought the Second Prison was a good starting point.

Although Zhang Deming didn't really think Zheng Geng would be a match for Wang Xinfa, even if he couldn't defeat Wang Xinfa, it would be good if Zheng Geng could help him seize the [Octagon Project].

He didn't lose out on this deal no matter what.

Thinking of this, he said no more, but simply raised his right hand and tapped the smooth tabletop twice with the knuckle of his index finger.

"Knock, knock."

The sound is crisp and clear.

Almost immediately, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Secretary Jia Weijia walked in briskly.

He kept his eyes straight ahead, his face displaying just the right amount of respect, and he tactfully glanced at the empty teacup on the coffee table.

He walked forward silently, picked up the purple clay teapot beside him, tilted the spout slightly, and poured the clear tea soup, steaming with wisps of heat, precisely into the cup, filling it to just seven-tenths full.

Having done all this, Jia Weijia stood quietly to the side with his hands hanging naturally at his sides and a slight bow, like a silent piece of furniture, waiting for the next instruction.

Zhang Deming picked up his teacup, gently blew on it, and said softly:

"I don't know much about investigations, but your idea sounds good. Hmm... If there's anything that Commissioner Zheng needs help coordinating or dealing with in the meantime, Weijia, could you please help him out?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Weijia showed no surprise or doubt on his face, but simply nodded very slightly to Zheng Geng sitting opposite him.

Zhang Deming then took a small sip of tea, savoring the aroma spreading in his mouth, before smiling and gesturing to Zheng Geng, his tone slightly more casual than before:
"Drink some tea! The flavor has finally come out of this pot."

Zheng Geng hurriedly picked up his teacup again, and with the same hearty drinking style, downed the expensive tea in one gulp. Then he rose to take his leave.
"Thank you for the tea and guidance, Councilor. I won't bother you any longer. I'll take my leave now."

Zhang Deming smiled and nodded, but did not get up to see him off.

Jia Weijia glanced at Zhang Deming, who subtly raised his chin.

Jia Weijia immediately understood and slowly followed him out of the room, gently closing the office door behind him.

Zheng Geng waited patiently outside the door, standing on the side of the corridor where the light was slightly dim.

Jia Weijia didn't exchange any pleasantries or even ask Zheng Geng about his specific needs. Instead, he skillfully pulled out an elegant business card holder from the inside pocket of his neatly pressed suit.

The business card is made of ordinary material, plain white in color, and only has a bare name and personal contact number on it, without any title or position.

He handed his business card to Zheng Geng, and only said one sentence to Zheng Geng throughout the entire conversation, his voice reserved and distant:
"If you need something done, contact him. If he can't do it, then contact me."

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Feng Mu was unaware that he was being secretly watched, and even less aware that the main reason the other party was targeting him was because he and Li Xiang were good friends.

However, even if he knew beforehand, given his personality, he probably wouldn't feel too wronged.

After all, he and Li Xiang were indeed very close friends...

A bond forged in gold, a friendship that transcends life and death.

Only when I'm in trouble do I drag my friends into it, but I don't allow my friends to get into trouble and drag me into it?

There's no such logic in this world; Feng Mu isn't that kind of hypocrite.

He is a reasonable person. In his view, true friends should share joys and sorrows, and live and die together.

In short, your friend's troubles are your own troubles.

Because only in this way can the rights of friends be rightfully transformed into one's own rights, emphasizing the principle of mutual respect and equality.

At this moment, in Feng Mu's office at the Second Prison.

Feng Mu had just finished a heart-to-heart talk with Qin Liang and Bai Ye.

He inquired in detail about their recent situation, whether it was difficulties at work or troubles in life, their own condition or the difficulties their families might encounter.

Feng Mudu showed meticulous, almost familial care.

His tone was gentle, and his eyes revealed genuine concern, as if he kept every single thing about them in his heart.

During a break in the conversation, Feng Mu patted Qin Liang on the shoulder affectionately and said with a smile:
"Old Qin, don't worry, your daughter is just like my daughter, isn't she?"

"Leave her transferring schools to me. It's a piece of cake, no need to worry. Come on, smile. You don't look like yourself with that gloomy face."

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and added in an extremely natural tone,
"Oh, by the way, I've prepared a new 'gift' for you, which I've already stored in the old cabinet."

Remember to check your inbox when you get back; I guarantee you'll like it.

If an outsider were to overhear this conversation, they might mistakenly think that the so-called "old cabinet" was a public locker in a shopping mall or train station.

Just like in some movies and TV shows, you might put a bag full of cash or contraband into a numbered locker, tell your friend the password, and let them take it away themselves.

Then you have greatly misunderstood the deep friendship between Feng Mu and Qin Liang.

(End of this chapter)