The night is as black as ink.
In a temporary interrogation room on the second floor of the Nangong Branch, Ji Zheng, who had just been brought in from the detention center, could not stand the strong light in the room and raised his hand to cover his eyes. This man was about 37 or 38 years old, with a square face with sharp edges and corners. He was not handsome. He walked with his waist straight and his steps were steady and heavy. His forehead was high and wide, and his eyes were not big. When he looked at people, he always slightly gathered his eyes, twisting them into a small "川" shape between his eyebrows.
Qi Shu has been around men for more than ten years, and his eyes are so sharp that they can almost see through people's hearts, but when he sees this person, it is still easy for him to develop a good impression of him from the bottom of his heart.
This person is very strange!
After seeing the two people sitting in the room, Ji Zheng was not surprised, nor did he ask any more questions. He just smiled and said, "How about a cigarette?" His voice was a little hoarse, like iron scratching on the hard ground, quite harsh in the silent room.
Mu Zechen nodded, Qi Shu walked over and handed him a cigarette, then lit up the lighter. Ji Zheng lit the cigarette with Qi Shu's delicate little hand, took a deep puff and blew out a string of smoke rings, praising: "The Golden Supreme is still powerful, thank you." He didn't even glance at the graceful lady beside him, as if the two long legs as crystal clear as jade under the black skirt were just for show.
We can no longer let Ji Zheng control the atmosphere in the room and the rhythm of the conversation! Qi Shu said in a delicate voice: "Director Ji, seeing that you still look relaxed, I am relieved. I hope that you can also have such a good mood when you are transferred to the First Prison in a few days."
Ji Zheng smiled and said, "I haven't confessed yet. If the prosecutors really have evidence, they don't have to secretly detain me here at the police station."
"Really?" Qi Shu had a playful expression on his face. "You've been here for a week, so I guess you still don't know how big the case is?"
Mu Zechen waved his hand, and Qi Shu understood and took a stack of materials from the table and handed them to Ji Zheng. Ji Zheng just flipped through a few pages, and his square face, which had been calm and composed since he entered the room, did not show any changes. If Qi Shu had not been staring at his eyes, it would have been difficult to notice the violent contraction at that moment.
After a while, Ji Zheng finally put down the paper and asked, "Who is this?"
From the moment he entered the room, Ji Zheng could tell at a glance that the two men were not from the Procuratorate or the Public Security Bureau, so he was neither impatient nor impatient, and did not even ask who the other party was, striving to take the initiative in the subsequent conversation. Unexpectedly, the other party had no interest in beating around the bush, and directly threw something out, forcing him to start bowing his head in just one move.
Qi Shu was very familiar with the police, procuratorial and judicial systems. Ji Zheng had been arrested for a week and no one informed him of the situation. He was first threatened and then induced to confess by the procuratorate. He certainly didn't know the inside story yet and it was inevitable that he was worried and anxious. However, he was able to remain calm in such a situation, which aroused Qi Shu's interest as he had seen countless people.
"Mu Zechen." Qi Shu's soft and charming voice made Ji Zheng's hand holding the cigarette tremble slightly. It was originally a very small movement, but unexpectedly, a long cigarette ash fell all over him. He did not wipe it off, but smiled and repeated: "Minghua Mu Zechen?"
Mu Zechen smiled but didn't answer. Qi Shu reached out and flicked Ji Zheng's pants a few times, brushed off the cigarette ash, and said with a sweet smile: "Of course it's Minghua. How many Mu Zechens are there in Qingzhou?"
"Director Ji, you are a educated person. Do you know how many years the sentence will be for the crime of embezzlement and bribery for a sum of more than 500,000 yuan?"
Ji Zheng said quietly: "This is all false accusation..."
Qi Shu shook the materials in his hand, making a rustling sound, and said softly: "Director Ji, you are a smart man, and I am not afraid to make it clear to you. Don't tell me nonsense about whether it is a false accusation or not. Judging from the current situation, the chain of evidence is basically complete. Even if we can't get your confession, the prosecution can still bring a public prosecution. You have been in Qingzhou for many years. You must have heard the saying 'The eldest master is the king of Qingzhou'. Someone is determined to deal with you. What use can your false accusation be?"
Ji Zheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Yuan Dazhu? Can he invite President Mu?"
Qi Shu clapped his hands, and the door of the suite was pushed open. A man walked out. He had a round head, big ears, and a fat stomach. It was Yuan Dazhu, the current director of Qinghua Factory.
Ji Zheng, who knew Mu Zechen's power, was not surprised to see Yuan Dazhu here. A friendly smile appeared on his square face and he said, "Director Yuan, I haven't seen you for a week, and you are still in good spirits. Is there anything you can do to help me?"
Seeing that he was already in this situation and still looked like he deserved a beating, Yuan Dazhu said grimly, "It seems that you are still quite angry, Mr. Mu, how about we come back in a few days?"
Qi Shu stood up, pulled Yuan Dazhu to sit down, and said with a sweet smile: "Director Yuan, calm down, Director Ji, don't be impulsive. We will know who is right and who is wrong in a while."
Yuan Dazhu sneered, "Director Ji, you were the one who treated us to dinner in the private room on the third floor of the Diners' House half a month ago, weren't you? Don't think I don't know what you discussed with Xiaobo that time! I'm telling you, I have nothing to fear from my own shadow. If He Xiaobo hadn't secretly come to me to expose me, I really wouldn't have thought that you usually bow and scrape like a grandson, but you're actually working behind my back to kill me. You're really good at it, huh?"
Hearing the name He Xiaobo, Ji Zheng was shocked, even though he had been smiling and talking since he entered the factory. He never thought that He Xiaobo, his good brother for more than ten years and who was also ostracized in Qinghua Factory, would betray him.
But he still said calmly: "Oh, it turned out to be him. A bastard is not worth having a say in. I am sorry to make Director Yuan laugh."
Hearing this, Yuan Dazhu was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He pointed at him and said fiercely: "Good, good, you are so brave!" He changed the subject and smiled at Mu Zechen first. When he turned his head, the fat on his face was squeezed together, making people feel indescribably disgusted: "Boss Mu is here too, I am not afraid to tell you something clearly, even if you don't take a dime, this time I can make you squat for twenty years!"
Yuan Dazhu was known at the Qinghua Factory for drinking all the fine wines, eating all the delicious food, and enjoying all the beautiful women. He was nicknamed Yuan Sanguang and it was widely circulated in private. Only high-level officials like Ji Zheng knew about his fourth light that was not to be seen in public: those who disobeyed would be eliminated!
Twenty years! Yuan Dazhu was so confident without even going through the formalities. It was clear what methods the Sanguang factory director who hated Ji Zheng had and how cruel he was in normal times to be able to cover the sky with one hand in the Qinghua Factory!
When the atmosphere was tense, Mu Zechen waved his hand to interrupt Yuan Dazhu. Qi Shu came over, took Fatty Yuan's arm and said in a tender voice, "Director Yuan, let's go inside. Let me make you a pot of tea so you can taste my sister's cooking skills."
Yuan Dazhu knew that although this woman looked extremely charming, he could not even think of touching her, but it would be nice to be able to talk and tease her at close range, so he quickly said, "Okay, okay, Miss Qi is an expert in tea making, everyone in Qingzhou knows about it, Old Yuan is in for a treat today."
Watching the two people close the door, Mu Zechen stood up and walked in front of Ji Zheng, looking down at him.
Until just now, he was too lazy to talk to Ji Zheng, leaving everything to Qi Shu. If Gu Wenyuan hadn't insisted on getting the girl to tell him in person, how many simple ways would there be to solve the problem? Now Qi Shu and Fatty Yuan are one white face and one black face, but they still can't make Ji Zheng bow his head. He has to talk to such a small person himself. What a waste of time!
Not to mention that he has some skills in cultivating his qi, how many heroes have he seen in the more than ten years he has been with Gu Shitong? People like Ji Zheng who think they are extraordinary are always puppets of power and cannot be on the stage!
"Director Ji, you have two choices now. One is that I will turn around and leave, and you and Yuan Dazhu will have to resolve the grudge between yourselves. Believe me, no one in Qingzhou can help you except me now. Yuan Dazhu hates you so much that you will definitely be locked up in the kiln for twenty years. I, Mu Zechen, keep my word, and twenty years is definitely twenty years. The other way is that I guarantee that you and Director Yuan will make peace with each other and both of you will take a step back. Then I will rescue you, but you will definitely lose your position in the Qinghua Factory. Director Ji, which one do you choose?"
Ji Zheng knew that trying to get something from a tiger would not end well, but at this moment he really couldn't think of what Mu Zechen would like about him. He smiled bitterly and said, "Do I have any choice? Mr. Mu might as well make some conditions first..."
Mu Zechen stood up, paced back and forth for two steps, and then slowed down his tone: "Before you put forward the conditions, let me help you think about the consequences of rejection. Not to mention your ruined reputation, don't even think about your future. I heard that you have a very beautiful wife, I wonder if she can wait for you for twenty years, or will she throw herself into the arms of someone else out of despair? Especially your beautiful and lovely daughter, I wonder if she can endure a life of being looked down upon by her friends and discriminated against by society? And that He Xiaobo who betrayed you, are you just going to watch him live happily out there?"
It must be said that Mu Zechen's persuasiveness was no less than Qi Shu's. Ji Zheng was silent for a long time, then said, "You tell me, I can agree to any condition!"
He was decisive and calculating, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, always lurking around. This kind of person who could stab someone unexpectedly but seemed to be fine, and who was imprisoned and surrounded by enemies but remained calm, even made Mu Zechen a little uncomfortable. He made up his mind in an instant that even if he wanted to rescue this person, he could not give him any chance to soar to the sky.
Mu Zechen's expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "It's actually a good thing..." (To be continued)