Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

An office on the second floor of the police station.

The door was closed, and the blinds were drawn, leaving only a narrow gap. On the desk sat a cup of freshly brewed strong tea, the tea leaves not yet fully settled, steam rising from the rim.

Deputy Director Sun was half-reclined in his office chair, legs crossed, with his right hand holding his phone to his ear.

His police uniform was neatly worn, but the top two buttons of his collar were undone, revealing a section of his sun-darkened neck.

"Mr. Zhao, the person has been brought back, you can rest assured," he said to the other end of the phone, his tone relaxed.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Zhao asked, "How is it? He didn't resist, did he?"

"Resisted?" Director Sun chuckled, shifting his crossed legs so his leather shoes swayed in the air. "No, he's quite cooperative, sitting right here in the interrogation room."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, smacked his lips, and continued, "As for 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble,' I can handle dozens of these charges a week. I can go through the process with my eyes closed... You can rest assured."

"We'll send him to the detention center later and lock him up for fifteen days. Then... it depends on your mood. We'll release him whenever you're in a better mood."

When he said this, his tone carried the familiar ease and nonchalance typical of a seasoned veteran.

Because he's done this kind of thing a lot.

Mr. Zhao paused for a second on the other end of the phone, then asked, "His father is also an official in Ba City. Aren't you worried about his father?"

Director Sun put the teacup on the table, leaned back in his chair, and the chair creaked.

"Everything on my end is perfectly arranged; even the King of Heaven himself wouldn't be able to say a word against it."

"Who cares which official his father is? So what? In this small piece of land, if I say he's causing trouble, then he is. By the time he gets out in fifteen days, it'll be too late."

After listening, Mr. Zhao's tone was noticeably more relaxed: "Okay, I trust Director Sun to handle things. The final payment will be in your account tomorrow."

Director Sun's eyes lit up instantly. He quickly put his legs down, straightened his back, and couldn't hide the eagerness in his voice:

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, you're too kind. If you need anything in the future, just let me know. Please don't stand on ceremony."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries without saying a word, and then hung up the phone.

Director Sun tossed his phone onto the table, put his hands behind his head, and stretched comfortably.

Sunlight streamed in through the blinds, casting streaks of light on his face. He squinted, already planning how to spend the remaining payment.

Meanwhile, in an office building in the center of Ba City.

Mr. Zhao put down his phone, turned around and walked out of his office, through the carpeted corridor, and arrived at the door of a meeting room.

He knocked twice on the door, and only after hearing a cold "Come in" from inside did he push the door open and go in.

Trish sat on the leather sofa in the reception room, holding a cup of espresso, his posture languid and elegant.

He changed into a dark gray handmade suit, his tie was perfectly tied, and he looked like he had regained his composure and control over everything.

"Mr. Trish," General Manager Zhao bowed slightly, his tone respectful, "Director Sun has made all the arrangements. That college student named Lu Jingxiu has been detained for fifteen days for disturbing public order. He's already in the interrogation room and will be sent to the detention center tonight."

Trish picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, her expression remained unchanged, but she nodded slightly.

"Well done." He put down his coffee cup, then looked up at President Zhao. "Now, there's one more thing."

Mr. Zhao immediately adopted a posture of listening attentively.

"That woman," Trish's voice was calm, but when he mentioned those two words, a cold glint flashed in his gray-blue eyes, "Lin Yutang, now that kid surnamed Lu is locked up, no one is there to protect her anymore."

"Send someone to search for it, immediately."

"Found it, bring it back directly to me."

Mr. Zhao nodded: "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

Trish didn't look at him again, turning her gaze to the window.

"My things," he muttered to himself, "should be back in my hands."

Mr. Zhao remained silent, quietly left the meeting room, and closed the door behind him.

.........

The Standing Committee meeting room of the Bashi Municipal Party Committee building.

The meeting had been going on for more than two hours, covering everything from economic indicators to people's livelihoods, one item at a time, in a serious yet efficient atmosphere.

Lu Feng sat at the head of the conference table, occasionally scribbling a few lines on his notebook with his pen. He mostly listened, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two in a steady tone, but with great weight.

He was in his early fifties, his hair was neatly combed, and his dark gray jacket was pressed crisply. He exuded an air of unwavering composure.

Finally, the last topic was discussed.

The mayor, who was chairing the meeting, gave a brief summary and adjourned the meeting. The sounds of chairs being moved, documents being closed, and hushed conversations filled the conference room.

The Standing Committee members got up one after another and walked out in twos and threes.

Lu Feng tidied up his notebook and documents, stood up, and just as he stepped out of the conference room, Secretary Zhang quickly came to greet him.

Secretary Zhang has been with him for almost six years. She is a very tactful person and always waits until she enters the office and closes the door before reporting on her work.

The fact that he came up to us directly in the corridor like this, with a serious look on his face, indicates that this matter is quite serious.

"Secretary," Secretary Zhang lowered his voice, keeping pace with Lu Feng, "it's urgent."

Lu Feng glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to a small, empty reception room next door.

Secretary Zhang followed him inside and closed the door behind him.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

"Secretary," Secretary Zhang said, getting straight to the point without any preamble.

"I just received a call from a girl who called herself Lin Yutang. She was using Jingxiu's phone. She said that about half an hour ago, Lu Jingxiu was taken away by three men in police uniforms at the Taiyin Shopping Mall."

Secretary Zhang finished speaking in one breath, then stood still and waited for instructions.

There was a two-second silence in the small conference room.

Lu Feng's expression remained almost unchanged.

His brows were not furrowed, his lips were not pursed, and even his eyes showed no obvious fluctuation.

Having served as a leading cadre for so many years, he has experienced too many unexpected events and has long since developed the ability to remain calm in the face of adversity.

But there is only one thing in this world that can make even the most composed person's heart skip a beat the moment they hear the news.

That was his son.

He moved unhurriedly: "Is Old Hong still here?"

Secretary Zhang knew he was referring to Hong Zhan, the deputy mayor of Ba City, who was also the director of the city's public security bureau and chief inspector. He had just attended the standing committee meeting, and since it had just ended, he shouldn't have gone far.

"They should still be downstairs; Director Hong's car hasn't moved yet," Secretary Zhang said.

"Tell him to come up." Lu Feng sat down on the sofa.