An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 170 Hot Pot Ants
Jiang Zheng was the first to withdraw his hand and look away.

After a brief, ambiguous silence, the two tacitly concealed the sound of their fluttering heartbeats.

With an expressionless face, he picked up the soup bowl from the bedside table and silently walked out of the room.

She glanced at the chopstick he had forgotten on the bedside table, but didn't call out to him or remind him that he had left another chopstick behind.

It's a tacit understanding.

……

In the dead of night, Jiang Zheng and Chu Yao lay side by side on the bed, each covered with a blanket. This was a decision they made after Jiang Zheng was injured that night. Chu Yao felt that sleeping on the living room sofa would prevent her from keeping an eye on his condition, while Jiang Zheng's reason was that there were no extra mattresses for sleeping on the floor.

The person beside him seemed to be fast asleep, but Jiang Zheng was not sleepy; he was waiting.

He knew that Xu Penggang was already impatient. After this incident, the police would definitely use the dock as a starting point to trace back along the waterway, search and investigate all suspicious locations. Such a large factory couldn't just grow wings and fly away; it was only a matter of time before it was discovered.

Emergency relocation of goods and equipment also carries extremely high risks.

He can't wait much longer; the longer it drags on, the more areas the police will eliminate, and the narrower the area they can target will become.

In addition, the police will definitely increase nighttime patrols and surprise inspections of suspicious river sections during this period.

In this way, if they want to make another transaction later, they will easily come to the attention of the police once they start selling the goods, like lambs to the slaughter.

Jiang Zheng was certain that Xu Penggang was fully aware of the dilemma he was facing.

The fire at the bottom of the pot burned brighter and brighter, how could the ants on the pot just sit and wait to die?

"Ding ding ding—"

The phone rang downstairs. Since it was a floor away, the sound was a little muffled and faint. You wouldn't notice it unless you listened carefully, but Jiang Zheng kept his nerves on high alert.

After the bell rang, there was no sound at all.

Who could be on the other end of the phone? At first, Jiang Zheng thought Xu Penggang wanted to call someone else, but now he realized he was receiving a call from someone else.

The buyer? Or Qian Zhihu? Or perhaps...?
Jiang Zheng only received a phone call, so the information he could extract was limited, but it did somewhat confirm his guesses from earlier in the day—Xu Penggang's restless thoughts were finally about to be put into action.

……

The brigade's meeting room was brightly lit at night, and everyone was working against the clock, not daring to slack off.

A huge map of Panzhou City stands directly in front of the conference table.

During the formulation of the investigation plan, Lu Feng and Huo Qingshan argued back and forth, and the meeting was once deadlocked.

Huo Qingshan's plan was met with strong opposition from Lu Feng: "How can you be so sure they will definitely take the waterway again next time?"

“Uncertain.” The man’s voice was calm. “It is precisely because of this uncertainty that we must do this.”

Huo Qingshan's gaze remained fixed on the map as he said in a deep voice, "The reason they initially chose water transport was twofold. First, our current maritime surveillance capabilities are constrained by multiple limitations in technology, manpower, and geographical conditions, resulting in inherent weaknesses. For them, this method offered high concealment. But there was another important reason: it facilitated their planning of escape routes. The border region has numerous cross-border rivers that are interconnected and flow through areas with complex terrain. Once they escape to the water, the probability of us successfully intercepting them with our current maritime interception capabilities is not very high."

Huo Qingshan stared directly at Lu Feng, his gaze sharp. "I can't guarantee that they will use waterways for their next shipment, but I can be sure that they will choose waterways as their escape route, because it is the only way they might escape our pursuit after their transaction is exposed."

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng fell into deep thought, remained silent for a while, and then said, "But with our current police force, your plan is simply impossible to implement."

Huo Qingshan made the final decision: "Then transfer people from 624."

Lu Feng relented and only asked, "Will the waterborne search continue?"

"Keep going! Nothing that needs to be done can be omitted. If we don't do it, they won't dare to come."

Therefore, the police are conducting a vigorous waterborne search operation along the river section from Huayang No. 2 Pier westward, working day and night.

Fishermen who make their living from the river year-round have some private speculations—there must be some smuggling activity in this area recently, otherwise why would the inspections be so strict all of a sudden?

……

After hanging up the phone, Wen Cenqing poured herself a glass of red wine and took a small sip.

After taking a sip, he picked up the wine bottle on the table again and carefully examined the words on the bottle. At this moment, Ahui pushed the door open and came in. After standing still, he called out softly, "Sir."

After their boss met Teacher Meng, he made him address her as "Mr." At first, Ahui was a little unaccustomed to it and would occasionally misuse the term, but now he is quite familiar with the title.

"Speak." Wen Cenqing didn't even glance at Ahui, focusing intently on the wine bottle.

“I’ve checked. From Huayang No. 2 Wharf westward all the way to the border between Fanzhou City and Mangguo, there are police patrolling and inspecting the river all day long.”

Unexpectedly, Weng Cenqing suddenly asked, "Do you think Teacher Meng will like this bottle of red wine?"

The topic changed so quickly that Ahui was a little taken aback and didn't know what to say next.

Wen Cenqing added, "Last time I had dinner with Teacher Meng, we talked about red wine. She said she quite likes drinking red wine. After looking around, I still think this bottle tastes the best."

Wen Cenqing muttered almost to himself, "I just don't know if her tastes are the same as mine?"

Ahui thought for a moment, then hesitated before speaking, "But isn't it inappropriate to give a girl something that has already been opened as a gift?"

Wen Cenqing finally gave him a look, a cold glare, "Who said I was going to give this bottle?"

Ahui shut up and stopped talking.

Wen Cenqing placed the wine bottle back on the table, making a soft tapping sound. The topic unexpectedly shifted again: "None of the people on my uncle's side can be used anymore. They said they had eliminated one mole, but who knew there was only one?"

Holding the glass by the stem with one hand, he raised the rim to his nose, took a deep sniff of the red wine, and slowly said, "Moths can never be completely eradicated."

A pair of warm amber eyes, now gleaming with a chilling light, drifted over Ah Hui, and she said in a leisurely tone, "Ah Hui, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Ahui nodded hurriedly and said solemnly, "Ahui will be loyal to you, sir, for the rest of my life, and will never have any other intentions."