On the one hand, it shows how much Sun Weiming fears Fang Zhicheng, and on the other hand, it shows that Sun Weiming is unfathomable and cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes. It seems that Sun Weiming has other secrets.
Hua Zhanlu made a cup of tea for Deng Hongguo and said softly, "He has called me and said you are here to help me. I think it is too early to implement the plan now, because Fang Zhicheng is not as easy to be fooled as imagined."
Deng Hongguo said in a deep voice: "Time is very tight now. The province will soon undergo major adjustments, and the city will also undergo corresponding changes. If we don't hurry up now, we won't be able to achieve good results."
Hua Zhanlu sighed and said, "Okay, I'll trick Fang Zhicheng over tonight, and you can make the arrangements now."
Deng Hongguo flipped through his watch and whispered, "I've brought my camera and some drugs..."
Deng Hongguo's plan was very simple. After Fang Zhicheng was bewitched by Hua Zhanlu, he would take some indecent photos of him and then submit them to the relevant departments to accuse Fang Zhicheng of having a bad work style.
Hua Zhanlu nodded, took the medicine bag from Deng Hongguo, found a bottle of red wine, and sprinkled the medicine powder into the red wine. Then, she walked into the room and arranged everything.
Deng Hongguo saw that Hua Zhanlu was very skilled, so he asked with a smile, "I'm a little curious, who are you, and how can you handle these things so skillfully?"
Hua Zhanlu glanced at Deng Hongguo coldly and whispered, "Don't ask if there are some things you shouldn't ask."
For some reason, Hua Zhanlu's simple look made Deng Hongguo feel a chill on his back. This look was a bit unusual, with a murderous aura that was indifferent to life and death. Deng Hongguo instantly gave up the idea of continuing to chat with Hua Zhanlu and getting closer to each other.
Half an hour later, Hua Zhanlu prepared everything, then walked out of the building and headed towards the path that Fang Zhicheng often walked, still holding the white cat in her arms.
She knew Fang Zhicheng's living habits very well. There was a notebook at home. Since the first day she moved in, the notebook had recorded in detail Fang Zhicheng's daily life, including which women he had dealings with, what time Fang Zhicheng would go jogging every day, and what his routes were.
Of course, Hua Zhanlu did not report all of this to Sun Weiming. As Sun Weiming requested, she was only responsible for paying attention to which women Fang Zhicheng interacted with.
Hua Zhanlu's profession is quite special, a bit like a private detective, but a little more hidden than a private detective. Their organization is code-named "Xiyuan". After Sun Weiming retired from the army, he was once absorbed into this organization and gradually became a small leader of this organization. After Hua Zhanlu graduated from Qiongjin Art College, he also joined this organization. Their organization has military attributes and is affiliated with the Qiongjin Military Sub-district. It usually specializes in collecting information from the people.
Hua Zhanlu has received professional training. In her daily life, she is a female painter who has graduated from college for many years. Therefore, her home is filled with various oil paintings. In order to increase the sense of reality, she even used herself as a model and painted a half-naked oil painting.
Like a flower blooming, Sun Weiming's usual behavior is very hidden, and no one knows that he has such an identity.
Although the "Xiyuan" organization is a military organization, it has gradually been annexed by the forces within the military and has become a tool for certain interested parties. The organization involves people from all walks of life. They are just like ordinary people, but they secretly collect all the necessary materials for the organization, and even do things for the organization at critical moments that cannot be known to others.
The "Xiyuan" organization has its own development requirements. It is no longer satisfied with taking root in the military, but also needs to spread its influence to the political circle. Dongtai is now a rising star, and Sun Weiming has undoubtedly become a key figure. Sun Weiming is being trained by the organization and needs to be promoted in his career as soon as possible. Hua Zhanlu is ordered to help Sun Weiming remove all obstacles that stand in his way.
Fang Zhicheng has relatively regular working hours, from Monday to Friday. On three of the days he gets off work late, going home around 10 o'clock, and on the other two days he goes home around 7:30.
Fang Zhicheng saw a white cat from a distance, and his heart skipped a beat. As expected, Hua Zhanlu followed the white cat and came quietly. Fang Zhicheng squatted down, and the white cat was not afraid of Fang Zhicheng. It jumped into Fang Zhicheng's arms. Hua Zhanlu smiled faintly and said, "It is familiar with you. I just came out to look for it, but I didn't expect it to be waiting for you here."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Animals have feelings. It often comes to my house and I give it some food. Over time, it likes me, which is only natural."
Hua Zhanlu took the white cat from Fang Zhicheng, looked at Fang Zhicheng's house from a distance, and said with a smile: "No one is home today, right?"
"Ah?" Fang Zhicheng was a little surprised and said with a smile, "My sister went back to Yunhai today. I didn't expect you to pay so much attention to me and even know that there is someone at home."
Hua Zhanlu smiled and covered her mouth, "There aren't many people in this area. If there's such a beautiful girl, it will naturally attract other people's attention."
Fang Zhicheng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "That's true. Next time I'll let her come over and be more low-key."
Hua Zhanlu suddenly lowered her head and invited softly, "Have you had dinner? If not, you can come to my house and have a seat. I have prepared some food tonight."
Fang Zhicheng felt it was a bit strange, but he was not on guard. He smiled and said, "Okay, there is a free dinner to eat. If you don't go, wouldn't you be an idiot?"
Hua Zhanlu looked at Fang Zhicheng lovingly and said, "Fortunately you are not an idiot!"
Following Hua Zhanlu to her home, he found that there were hardly any changes in her home, except for a few new paintings against the wall. One of them surprised Fang Zhicheng a little. The scenery was a small river not far from here. Fang Zhicheng would do morning exercises along that river almost every day. The scenery in the painting was the rising sun, with flowing water under a small bridge, dancing willows, and a tall and thin figure standing and doing boxing facing the setting sun.
Fang Zhicheng thought to himself, isn’t the protagonist in this painting exactly me
Why did Hua Zhanlu paint herself? Did she have a crush on herself
"Brother Cheng, it's time to eat." Hua Zhanlu saw Fang Zhicheng staring at the oil painting in a trance, and said in a slightly shy voice.
Fang Zhicheng turned around and smiled, "When was this painted?"
Hua Zhanlu did not answer directly, but asked with a smile: "Which day is it for you?"
Fang Zhicheng thought for a while and said, "It should be last Friday..."
"Oh?" Hua Zhanlu was a little surprised by Fang Zhicheng's answer, "Why?"
Fang Zhicheng pointed to the branches of the weeping willow and said with a smile, "The weeping willow just sprouted last Friday, which is the closest to the scene in your painting."
Hua Zhanlu nodded and said, "I didn't expect you to be so observant."
Fang Zhicheng waved his hand and sighed, "That's because you are a great painter. If you hadn't painted it so vividly, I wouldn't have been able to see the mystery in it. Since I am the protagonist of this painting, why don't you give it to me?"
Hua Zhanlu lowered her eyebrows and said softly, "This painting was originally given to you."
Fang Zhicheng held it in his hands, unable to let it go, and said, "This painting is so beautiful!" It was unclear whether he was praising the scenery in the painting or the people in the painting.
Hua Zhanlu smiled and took Fang Zhicheng to the restaurant. There were five or six small dishes on the table, two cold dishes, one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and a soup. It was quite exquisite. After Fang Zhicheng sat down, Hua Zhanlu picked up the chopsticks, ate a piece of tenderloin, and smiled, "It tastes a bit salty. I wonder if it suits your taste."
Fang Zhicheng took a bite and said with a smile: "It tastes good, but I have a strong taste."
Hua Zhanlu stroked her chest lightly, showing a relieved expression, and said with a smile: "That's good, you can try the others."
Fang Zhicheng tried them one by one. Hua Zhanlu's cooking skills were good, much better than he had imagined. It was rare for a woman of her age to be able to make such delicious dishes. Fang Zhicheng not only had a little more curiosity about Hua Zhanlu, but also felt that this woman was not simple.