Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 610 - Strategic Advance and Retreat
Chapter 610: Chapter 610: Strategic Advance and Retreat
Chapter 610: Chapter 610: Strategic Advance and Retreat
The Men Gang at Luohua Manor, now seasoned by numerous tests, can no longer be intimidated by some deputy station chief from the local police.
Gao Mengang replied with a chuckle, “A most-wanted criminal online? That sounds great…can we get a reward for that?”
Director Zhang wished he could arrest these two lazy bastards on the spot, bring them back to the station and deal with them slowly. When did a couple of security guards get the nerve to be so cocky in front of me?
Of course, that was all he could do—think about it. He didn’t want to mess with anything related to Luohua Manor, nor did he have the guts—Legends about the manor’s supernatural aura grew more intense by the day, including a new one about a Maoshan Daoist Priest leaving with his tail between his legs, aside from King Crow.
It might have been the result of some exaggerated rumors, but Director Zhang’s own experience told him: Anything inconceivable could indeed happen at Luohua Manor.
So he said with a smile, “No kidding, someone really reported it. We’re capturing him everywhere. Could you two please inform President Feng and see if we could enter Luohua Manor to take a look?”
The young police officer accompanying Director Zhang was newly assigned this year, still in his probation period. He, too, had heard about the effective supernatural tales of Luohua Manor, but seeing the deputy station chief talk so meekly, he felt somewhat defiant inside.
Young people, after all, tend to carry an air of fearlessness, don’t they?
Gao Mengang seriously declined, “This…I really can’t convey that to President Feng. Director Zhang, you have his phone number. Just contact him directly—why put us in a difficult position?”
Where did Director Zhang get the courage to contact Feng Jun? Even if he had an extra dose of courage, it wouldn’t be enough.
So, all he could do was smile bitterly, continuing to plead desperately, “Really, the fugitive…he’s killed several people. We don’t want to cause trouble for Luohua Manor. Please, brother, just pass on the message for me.”
Dwarf Hill Post couldn’t hold back any longer. He was a meritorious guard of Luohua Manor, deeply appreciated by President Feng. Even his brother’s illness, which had left him bedridden for many years, was cured by President Feng’s intervention. In his eyes, a deputy station chief meant nothing—he would disdainfully ignore even the station chief himself.
He spoke up loudly, “Cut the crap. Are you saying you don’t want to enter our manor?”
And he was quite right. Director Zhang’s dilemma indeed lay in the authorities’ orders to conduct meticulous searches nearby, leaving no stone unturned for potential hideouts. Luohua Manor, being so vast, naturally became an object of these searches.
However, everyone at the local police station knew how troublesome it was to deal with the people inside the manor. Then someone remembered that Deputy Director Zhang Hongfei had dealt with Luohua Manor before, so they sent him to make an announcement.
Director Zhang had countless M’s and P’s running through his mind, but with the pressure coming from the top, he had no choice but to comply. He had managed to secure a condition for himself—I can try to test the waters, but I can’t guarantee success.
In fact, as an experienced cop, he had his suspicions. From the looks of it, the operation might not be just about searching for a fugitive—it could well involve something else.
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And why did he feel this way? No reason, just two words: intuition!
Of course, even with that hunch, he wouldn’t indulge his curiosity to probe further—having too much curiosity isn’t exactly a virtue within the system.
But it was this very feeling that made him decide to work hard to complete the task assigned by his superiors.
In situations like this, establishing merit could lead to extremely generous rewards.
Little did he expect that Dwarf Hill Post would pinpoint his intentions so bluntly.
While Director Zhang was enveloped in embarrassment, the young police officer with him got angry, “Even if we enter your manor, it’s to arrest a fugitive. You’re just a gatekeeper, don’t you know your place?”
“Ho, really now?” Dwarf Hill Post was genuinely surprised. He looked at the other with a half-smile, “Are you new here?”
“So what if I’m new?” the young police officer retorted with increased irritation, “New or not, I am a police officer, not a security guard!”
“I can’t be bothered with you,” Dwarf Hill Post dismissed him with a wave of his hand, speaking outright, “Our manor has far more surveillance than you can imagine. We may not understand catching fugitives, but I can assure you, he couldn’t have hidden in Luohua Manor.”
“Tsk, that’s quite the claim,” the young police officer scoffed disdainfully, “Do you know how big Luohua Manor is? Over six thousand acres!”
“Enough, Xiao Liu,” Director Zhang interrupted his subordinate, then asked again, “Lao Bai, did anything happen at your manor last night?”
“Nothing,” Dwarf Hill Post denied straight away, “The weather was bad last night, everyone slept very well.”
President Feng hadn’t said—last night’s events must not be spread, but as a well-paid employee, if he didn’t even have the sense to protect that, he truly wouldn’t be deserving of Feng’s monthly salary of fifteen thousand.
—If you can find out about last night’s affairs, that’s your capability, but the words won’t come from my mouth.
He denied it very straightforwardly, but Zhang Hongfei, who had risen up from the rank-and-file of the police force, was extremely experienced and instinctively felt something was off—this guy was not telling the truth!
However, even with this intuition, he still couldn’t do anything to the other party, because at this moment, he wasn’t following proper investigative procedures.
If it were an ordinary citizen, he might have issued a threat or two, like “Do you know the consequences of lying to a police officer?” to extract the truth. But, how could he possibly dare to extort a person from Luohua Manor?
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So he could only deeply glance at Dwarf Hill Post, “Old Bai, it’s nothing but asking you to call President Feng for me, won’t you do me this favor?”
“What are you talking about,” Dwarf Hill Post took a look at him, “You must know the phone number of your city bureau chief, come on, dial it for me to see?”
“You really have no comparison,” the young police officer became annoyed again, the city bureau chief’s phone number, was it something you could just dial at will?
However, before he could continue speaking, Director Zhang snorted coldly, “Xiao Liu, shut your mouth. President Feng is also an important figure, compared to our boss… not a bit inferior.”
The two of them couldn’t convince the guard at the gate, yet they couldn’t just leave like that—if President Feng had not agreed, that would have been fine, but if they hadn’t even seen the person they came for, how would they explain it?
Director Zhang thought of an annoying way to deal with it, you won’t help pass on the message, right? Then we’ll just wait at the gate!
It had just rained and snowed, and the weather wasn’t very cold, but standing for a long time really did start to chill them, so the two went back to the police car, turned on the heater, and lit up cigarettes to smoke.
The young police officer was still indignant, “A mere security guard, I don’t know what he’s showing off for, Director Zhang, you’re just too easygoing.”
“What do you know?” Director Zhang knew Xiao Liu was close to the chief and usually didn’t bother to enlighten him, but he had to explain at this moment; after all, he couldn’t let this hot-headed kid get him in trouble too, “I know President Feng’s phone number and I wouldn’t dare call him either.”
The young police officer was immediately speechless—in your eyes, does he really have the same status as the city bureau chief?
After smoking a cigarette, Zhang Hongfei took out a thermos, opened the car door, poured out the overnight tea, then opened the tea canister, pinched some tea leaves into it, and walked towards the temple gate with the cup, “Old Bai, trouble you for some boiling water.”
As long as he didn’t enter the temple gate, Dwarf Hill Post was quite amiable, he brought out a thermos, even letting Director Zhang rinse the tea first, “I see them washing the tea leaves, saying that when the tea leaves are dried, there might be some dust.”
But what Director Zhang didn’t expect was, as he stood sipping the hot tea, Dwarf Hill Post secretly reported the situation to Feng Jun, “…Yes, that’s right, the two of them are still waiting at the gate right now.”
“Then let them wait,” Feng Jun hung up the phone, his eyebrows furrowing slightly once more.
A wanted criminal has appeared nearby? He felt there was something a bit too coincidental about this matter.
Nonetheless, since the other party obviously was wary of entering the manor, he made a call on the walkie-talkie to inform them about the situation at the gate, “…If it’s not necessary, there’s no need to go out for now, to avoid getting entangled with them.”
For the whole next day, not a single important person from Luohua Manor left, even Feng Jing called in to work to take leave—The road conditions are bad, my car was hit, I need to get it repaired.
In fact, it wasn’t just that the road conditions were not very good, the weather also wasn’t great. Although it didn’t continue to rain or snow, the sky remained overcast as if holding back some major move.
Zhang Hongfei did manage to see a few vehicles leave, but they were just workers going in and out to buy food and such. There were also a few vehicles from outside that arrived and then left—such as Wu Limin, the young master of Sheng Tang Construction.
Director Zhang wasn’t in a hurry; if he couldn’t meet anyone, he’d just keep waiting, it was a good excuse not to go back to the bureau and deal with all those trifling matters.
If anyone felt that he was shirking his duties, they could come and take over his mission.
He didn’t leave until 5:50 in the evening—he could finish his shift once he got back to his unit.
However, that night, Yang Yuxin came looking for Feng Jun, her expression somewhat serious, “You went after someone yesterday. What happened to that person in the end?”
Feng Jun shook his head, “Didn’t catch him, why do you ask?”
Yang Yuxin was surprised that he would also lie to her—she rarely lied because she always felt that at their level, it was better to be straightforward. Even if there was something inconvenient, at worst, she would just be ambiguous. There was no need for outright fabrication.
Even if Feng Jun said he’d killed the other party, she wouldn’t have been too surprised as long as the procedures were properly handled; it wouldn’t be a big deal.
Hearing his response, she nodded slightly, “Oh, that’s good. I heard that the two people who came last night were taken in for questioning.”
Feng Jun looked at her, asking in surprise, “Who told you that?”
“Someone from home called and asked,” Yang Yuxin wouldn’t just make things up; at most, she would be vague, “These two disappeared after coming to Luohua, and although they were sent by Qingcheng, they also passed on some messages.”
Feng Jun nodded, thinking no wonder Zhang Hongfei was guarding the manor gate all day but didn’t have the guts to come in—such matters couldn’t be openly discussed.
It seems these two named Qian took Qingcheng’s money and also gave a heads-up to the Official Government; they indeed walked a tightrope.
At this thought, a question escaped Feng Jun’s lips, “These double-dealing fellows… can the Official Government really trust them?”
Yang Yuxin paused, then smiled slightly, “It’s better than having no one, right?”
