Longcheng, Yu Mingyuan’s villa.
Yu Mingyuan sat on the balcony on the second floor, enjoying the breeze and smoking.
He looked into the distance, with a deep look in his eyes. It was raining outside, and the rain was sliding down the glass ceiling above his head and falling into the yard below.
The balcony door behind him was suddenly pushed open and Zhou Tonghui strode in.
"Mingyuan, are you looking for me?"
Zhou Tonghui sat directly on the chair opposite Yu Mingyuan, and patted the water droplets on his coat: "This rain, it just rains when it's said to."
"Xiao Yu contacted me." Yu Mingyuan retracted his gaze, picked up the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhou Tonghui: "It has been confirmed that Zhao Yan is from the Central Bureau."
Zhou Tonghui reached out to take the cigarette: "This Huo Dongsheng, he secretly met with people from the Central Bureau, does he have some idea?"
Yu Mingyuan frowned: "They definitely have some ideas... But to what extent, only they know... I think there is a lot of room for maneuver here."
"What do you mean?" Zhou Tonghui lit a cigarette and asked Yu Mingyuan.
Yu Mingyuan did not answer immediately. He slowly stood up, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and paced back and forth on the balcony. He said in deep thought, "Look, when he met Zhao Yan, why did he only bring his own people? And Zhao Yan is dead, but the police did not release his information? Huo Dongsheng must have found a way to cover it up. He didn't want others to know about this meeting. So who is he hiding it from?"
"Wang family faction?" Zhou Tonghui asked with a frown.
"Yes!" Yu Mingyuan nodded, turned around and said to Zhou Tonghui: "Huo Dongsheng's actions actually conveyed a lot of information to us. Bringing in the direct line of descent, hiding the news of Zhao Yan's death, and deliberately suppressing the matter, these instinctive reactions all have obvious factional consciousness. I think that the invisible and intangible wall inside the Chinese Workers' Union has already revealed its clues."
Zhou Tonghui put out his cigarette: "That makes sense."
Yu Mingyuan lowered his head and thought for a while.
About five or six minutes later, he looked up and told Zhou Tonghui: "How about this, you find a way to get Zhiyang to meet with the people in the prison."
"Hmm..." Zhou Tonghui thought for a moment, then asked, "But... wouldn't it be better to let the National Bureau of Statistics arrange this matter? After all, their channels in this regard are much better than ours."
"No!" Yu Mingyuan waved his hand: "Don't let Xiaoyu do this... If he knew... he would definitely not agree."
Zhou Tonghui looked at Yu Mingyuan. The two were silent for a while, and then Zhou Tonghui nodded: "Okay, I'll do it."
Zhou Tonghui was about to get up and walk out, but Yu Mingyuan suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Hey, wait a minute, Tonghui."
Yu Mingyuan gave another instruction: "Let Zhiyang figure it out himself... No, forget it, let him use his previous connections in the Qingyi Bureau to meet with the people in the prison. He must not use our connections, and try not to use social connections, understand?"
"I understand what you mean." Zhou Tonghui nodded: "I'll go find him."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
After Zhou Tonghui left, Yu Mingyuan stood up again and slowly walked to the edge of the balcony, with only a fleeting hesitation in his mind.
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A high-end private hospital in Santa Fe.
In the double room, Huang Peishan and Dong Ke, who was wearing a hospital gown, sat at a small table next to the bed. On the table was a small bottle of white wine and four plates of seafood. Huang Peishan lowered his head and was crunching on salt and pepper shrimp. Dong Ke sat opposite him, gently covering his swollen cheeks, looking worried.
On another bed behind them, Liu Tao lay dazed, his crotch wrapped in thick bandages, unable to wear pants, and could only cover his hairy legs with a small blanket. He was on an IV drip, groaning, and clearly still in some pain.
"Old Huang... what do you think? Should I... go to the temple to worship...?"
Dong Ke mumbled incoherently, holding a towel to wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth. Half of his mouth was toothless, and Dong's lips and gums were swollen as if they were stuffed with sausages.
While chewing on a mantis shrimp, Lao Huang asked, "Do you still believe this?"
"I just want to get rid of bad luck..." Dong Ke's old face looked a little silly: "I've been... a little... unlucky lately."
"That's fine." Huang Peishan spat the dried shrimps onto the ground. "In a few days, I'll introduce you to a master who charges 50,000 per session."
"I heard that person is from the Qingyi Bureau..." Dong Ke wiped his saliva again: "Is this matter confirmed?"
"What the hell? Please explain it clearly." Dong Ke was having difficulty speaking, and Huang Peishan was also having difficulty listening.
"I... said... that person is from the Qingyi Bureau... are you sure?" Dong Ke could only stretch out the sound of each word and try to speak more clearly.
"Confirmed." Huang Peishan finally heard clearly and nodded: "But this person was fired a year ago, but I don't know the specific reason for his dismissal. Information on this aspect is confidential in the Qingyi Bureau, and my people can't access it..."
Huang Peishan put down the shrimp in his hand, frowned, and said softly: "Boss, you asked me to investigate this matter... Where can I investigate it? I am more angry than anyone else right now, so I can only come here to complain to you two."
Dong Ke held his cheek, nodded and said nothing. Liu Tao, who was lying on the side, also hummed twice, as if he was agreeing with Huang Peishan.
Huang Peishan sighed and picked up another mantis shrimp: "We can't find this person now, but if we can find him, we will understand why the Qingyi Bureau wants to kill us..."
Huang Peishan's eyes revealed a hint of confusion: "But I don't quite understand why the Qingyi Bureau wants to kill us? Logically speaking, we don't have a clear attitude now, so they should be trying to win us over, right?"
"Things are a bit strange." Dong Ke said in a long voice: "Anyway... you hurry up and check it out. I'll find someone to help you check it out. I also have some hidden connections in District 1."
"Okay, let's work together as a team and get this sorted out." Huang Peishan picked up his wine glass and invited him, "Let's do it! It's so hot!"
Dong Ke drooled and shouted angrily, "I can't do it, it's already very hot!"
"Come on, give me some." Lao Liu opened his eyes nearby: "I'm really a little hungry."
"It's very spicy. Can you bear it down there?" Huang Peishan asked with concern.
"I don't eat with anything... What's so unbearable about that?" Old Liu sat up by the bedside: "Move the table closer."
"Come, have some caviar to replenish your body!" Huang Peishan moved the table.
"??!"
Old Liu lay on the bed with his legs split, looked at Old Huang with a squint and said, "Is this the same thing? Just make up for it, don't get me pregnant!"