New Order Plan

At six o'clock in the morning, the wind and clouds dispersed, and the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Song Shuanghe lay on the sofa in his office, staring at the ceiling, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

He brought Ma Zhengjiu back to the office, but what to do next gave him a headache.

The police station turned the tables on him, rendering Ma Zhengjiu's card useless.

The mere thought of Jin Yuansheng, that old idiot whose brain was only filled with filthy money and women, would instantly ignite a nameless rage in Song Shuanghe.

I really don't know how Liu Minzhong could have such an idiot cousin.

Song Shuanghe licked his dry, chapped lips, his mind racing with calculations.

He knew he couldn't use this against Jiang Qingshan anymore, otherwise he might get himself into trouble.

He and Kim Won-sung appeared at Ma Jung-kyu's house at the same time, and were ambushed by the police. They were also caught red-handed threatening Ma Jung-kyu in front of him.

Based on that photo alone, even if he had mud on his pants, he'd still look like shit.

In particular, the investigation team leader, Li Dabai, said that Ma Zhengjiu's mother recorded everything that happened at the time.

Although he didn't know if the other party was cheating, he dared not gamble.

If he loses the bet, his career as an inspector will be over.

It's not a big deal if he doesn't get promoted; he might just end up being the one sent to the pioneer team.

Song Shuanghe scratched his head, squinted, and muttered, "Damn it..."

At that moment, the female assistant pushed open the door and entered, gently placing a breakfast on the coffee table: "Ma Zhengjiu wants to see you."

"not see."

Song Shuanghe turned over in frustration, accidentally bumping his arm and wincing in pain.

He hasn't figured out what to do yet.

He cannot keep people in the Control Yuan indefinitely; that would be against regulations and could give his colleagues ammunition against him.

But we can't just let Ma Zhengjiu go back like that. What if those people from the police station take him back and turn around and accuse him? That would be bad.

We can't keep sending people to keep an eye on Ma Zhengjiu forever, can we?

He'll probably be having trouble sleeping every night.

That's so stubborn and he's stuck in two ways!

Song Shuanghe took a big bite of the bun, as if he were biting into Jin Yuansheng's flesh, his eyes filled with resentment.

The female assistant poured a cup of hot coffee and brought it to Song Shuanghe. After smoothing the hem of her skirt, she said softly, "The ultimate goal of a hunter is to eat meat. As for what kind of meat to eat, does it really matter?"

She smoothed the hem of her skirt and sat down next to Song Shuanghe, her body going limp and clinging to him.

Song Shuanghe paused for a moment while chewing, and his small eyes gradually narrowed into slits.

After a moment of contemplation, a hint of cunning appeared on his fleshy face.

Yes.

Sometimes, you have to look at things from the opposite perspective.

If the knife in his hand can't kill anyone, then he'll use someone else's knife to kill someone and reap the benefits.

Song Shuanghe's mind cleared up immediately, and even his appetite improved. He ate all eight buns in one go.

I took a sip of coffee, and the golden morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting streaks on the floor.

It was a beautiful day.

He glanced at his assistant, Feng Jianhuan, and hooked his arm around her collar, saying, "We don't have enough steamed buns."

"I'll go buy some more."

"No need, there are still two warm ones left."

Song Shuanghe licked the meat stains from the corner of his mouth and reached out to pinch it.

Feng Jianhuan smiled indifferently, said nothing, got up and locked the door, and began to take off his clothes in the dappled light and shadow.

......

The plan of the day is in the morning.

Today, the wind is gentle and the clouds are light in Nanshan. In the manor, the little white building is nestled against the mountain and by the water, with a unique and beautiful view.

Liu Minzhong got up very early. As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom, his eyes were drawn to the flower in the sunken living room.

He didn't move again, but instead leaned on the second-floor railing and quietly admired the view.

Breakfast was already laid out on the table. Xiao Tao nestled like a cat in the hanging basket in front of the French windows, holding an exquisite book in her hands.

Seemingly sensing something, Xiaotao looked up at the upstairs.

Liu Minzhong said kindly, "You're up so early."

Good morning, Speaker.

"The Speaker isn't here. Didn't we agree on that yesterday?"

Good morning, teacher.

Xiao Tao blushed, lowered her head, and gently jumped down from the hanging basket.

Liu Minzhong patted the railing and walked down the stairs with a big smile.

"Didn't we agree yesterday? I'll be your teacher, and you can ask me anything you don't understand in the book."

Liu Minzhong pointed gently at the copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in Xiao Tao's hand and said.

Xiao Tao quickly stepped forward, pulled out a chair, and carefully placed the book on the table after Liu Minzhong sat down.

"This is far too valuable. After thinking about it, I think it would be better to return it to you."

"What? You don't like it?"

"No, no, no..."

Xiao Tao quickly shook her head, her slender fingers twisting together, her eyes filled with a hint of panic.

This was a gift that Speaker Liu gave her yesterday. She wanted to refuse, but she didn't say it at the time.

She was just a lowly waitress in this manor; how could she dare to accept something so expensive?

She had just secretly checked, and the cheapest price for a classic work from the old era like this, if it came from the disaster zone, would be several hundred thousand United Dollars.

This amount of money was so much that it made her feel apprehensive.

Liu Minzhong picked up a knife and fork, cut a small piece of steak, and brought it to Xiao Tao's mouth.

"What's wrong with a teacher giving a student a small gift?"

"I......"

"Try it, this is giant beef bred in the quarantine zone, a new breed after the catastrophe."

Xiao Tao hesitated for a few seconds, then closed her eyes and put the beef chunk in her mouth.

The rich aroma of meat mixed with the juices burst forth instantly, making her unable to resist swallowing it.

Liu Minzhong gently stroked the book cover and said with a wistful tone, "My son also loves history. When he was little, he would pester me whenever I had free time, asking me to tell him stories from the old days. I was very busy back then and rarely had time. Now I have time, but he's no longer here."

"he......"

Xiao Tao paused, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Liu Minzhong looked out the window at the sky: "He was a naval officer who died in the Twenty Years' War."

"Feel sorry."

"He was very brave. He fought those traitors to the last moment. He piloted his spaceship into the enemy fleet and perished along with those scum."

Liu Minzhong's voice trembled slightly, and his throat felt a little congested.

He remained silent for a long time, then took a deep breath and suppressed the hatred in his eyes.

"Please accept my condolences." Xiao Tao bowed slightly.

Liu Minzhong nodded, casually took Xiao Tao's hand, and said, "The Three Kingdoms period is truly fascinating."

Xiao Tao shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, wanting to pull her hand back but not daring to move it.

Liu Minzhong's gaze lingered on Xiao Tao's beautiful and lovely face, making Xiao Tao feel flustered and her breathing became erratic.

Just then, a slender and tall figure walked over.

Liu Minzhong frowned, released his grip, and asked, "What is it?"

The butler leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear. Liu Minzhong immediately stood up, his face turning ugly.