36 Interwoven Flowers | Forced by the Situation

In order to make way for them, Lin Weifeng turned around and sat back on the chair beside the desk. The moment she saved the file and turned off the computer, she saw Meng Lu sitting on the edge of Zhou Rui's bed out of the corner of her eye.

"This is Zhou Rui's bed, don't touch other people's things." Lin Weifeng said.

Meng Lu crossed her legs, moved her toes, and raised her pointed stiletto heels. She said, "You still have such a strong sense of boundaries."

Lin Weifeng was pragmatic: "Zhou Rui is not here, I just think it's not good to sit on someone else's bed. If you feel there is no place for you to sit, sit next to my bed."

Meng Lu laughed, "Why, can your things move?"

"Haven't you moved?" Lin Weifeng looked at her meaningfully.

The two had nothing nice to say about each other.

Yang Xiuqi stopped rummaging through the drawer, turned his head and smiled, wanting to say something but stopping himself, so he kept silent and continued to fumble for the bottle opener.

Meng Lu said, "You weren't as petty as you are now."

Lin Weifeng said: "You were not as casual and unrestrained as you are now."

Yang Xiuqi's head buzzed a few times, and he immediately understood what they meant.

It was difficult for him to interrupt amid the volatile resentment.

Fortunately, Xing Zhou had brought Zhou Rui back. Even though the door was open, he still politely knocked twice. "Xiu Qi, are you here looking for Wei Feng?"

He couldn't quite believe it, but he also felt it made some sense.

Zhou Rui, standing by, was suspicious and asked him, "Should I go in? Are these people here to see Lawyer Lin?"

Meng Lu saw Zhou Rui coming back, stood up, nodded at her, and reached out to smooth out the wrinkled bedding.

Lin Weifeng said to Zhou Rui, "This is your room, come in."

Xing Zhou said to everyone, "It's crowded, the power is out, and I haven't eaten yet. Since everyone here is alumni, why don't we go out for a meal?"

Zhou Rui walked into the house: "You alumni, go ahead. It's a good opportunity for me to take a break after a long day of running around."

Xinli City is half industrial and half sea.

Yuangong Winery is a ten-mile wine city with considerable scale and efficiency. It is an important place for foreign trade in Nandun.

Yang Xiuqi was driving, while Lin Weifeng and Meng Lu were sitting in the back seat, as far apart as possible.

In order to ease the atmosphere in the car, Xing Zhou chatted with Yang Xiuqi about some trivial issues such as global warming, from data to policies, and the two people in the back seat did not say a word.

From time to time, Yang Xiuqi would show off his rich experience and talk about his exciting experiences of skydiving at the beach and mountain racing.

That's his style.

Lin Weifeng used his mobile phone to search for the news reported by Meng Lu, and found that it was indeed related to the cross-border exchange of cultural relics.

It is a platform for Asian cultural propaganda and also the target of the historical reports of the Yodon Times.

Recently, news about the important cultural relics unearthed in Xinli City, Nandun, has also attracted attention in related sections.

She stared at the screen of her mobile phone and blurted out, "Are you here this time to praise the rich history of Nandun, or..."

The discussion about global warming in the car suddenly quieted down.

Meng Lu could tell she had an ulterior motive and said directly, "This is objective reporting. There's no room for praise. If there's a discovery, there's naturally news."

Lin Weifeng asked sincerely, "Will you report objectively?"

Meng Lu didn't answer.

Lin Weifeng changed the question: "Reporter Lumia, do you have the right to choose the content independently?"

Lumia is Meng Lu's English name.

Meng Lu glanced at her: "What's wrong?"

"I might need your help."

Meng Lu was slightly stunned, and just as Yang Xiuqi was looking at the rearview mirror, the two of them looked at each other.

Lin Weifeng still stared at the phone screen and said to himself, "It would be great if I could get a report from the Yodon Times."

She clicked on the QR code of her WeChat, handed it to Meng Lu, and said earnestly: "You deleted me before, now leave me your contact information."

Meng Lu's heart sank slightly, her fingers twitched, the phone was in her hand, but she was a little at a loss and did not scan the code immediately.

When the screen went dark and the QR code expired, Meng Lu said, "Don't be so proactive. Given our relationship, I'm not necessarily going to help you."

The car drove to a fruit stall, Yang Xiuqi rolled down the window and bought four bottles of grape juice.

The conversation between the two girls made his brain capacity run out and his eyelids heavy. He then drove 500 meters and arrived at a street-side seafood restaurant that had been open for more than ten years. It was called You Are Best Gift and he decided to eat there.

The air in the fishing village is different from the industrial area. It is salty, humid and slightly hot. The wind blows away the clouds and yellow sand, and the salty and sweet flavor of seafood penetrates into the lungs, which is quite comfortable.

The half bottle of wine she drank before leaving was causing some minor problems in Lin Weifeng's body. Her heartbeat was heavy and fast, and she wished she could soak in an ice bucket.

Perhaps the alcohol lowered her subconscious defenses, so she didn't feel anything unusual when she decided to go out for dinner, and it also gave Zhou Rui a quiet space to rest.

However, when I sat down at this moment, I felt awkward.

Lin Weifeng walked to a corner of the square table first and sat down. She was very thirsty and drank a glass of iced lemonade without any scruples.

Meng Lu sat down opposite her, Xing Zhou sat next to her, and the only one facing her was Yang Xiuqi.

This square array of seats seemed to have activated some kind of acupoint formation. The four people sat there without looking at each other or talking to each other.

Expected embarrassment.

Lin Weifeng opened her phone nonchalantly and saw a picture Sun Zhengxiao had sent her two minutes ago. It was a notification page about leaving for Ryukyu in a few days to repair the "Biography of Female Historians" and said:

What if it collides with a wedding?

[Such a good opportunity, I can't give it up. Ning Sicheng is watching me to see if I'm going or not.]

【But I also carefully arranged the wedding. 】

Lin Weifeng comforted her: [Song Ze is good at making trouble, don't worry, he can do the job of two people.]

Sun Zhengxiao: [I'm going to suffer abroad, how could I let him enjoy the wedding I personally organized alone?]

Lin Weifeng: [So, postpone the wedding? But you've already booked out the entire private garden and former residence to cosplay your daughter's wedding.]

In between messages, Xing Zhou broke the silence by saying, "I didn't expect the four of us could sit together so harmoniously."

Yang Xiuqi said, "I've heard Lawyer Jin mention you many times. He thinks highly of you and wants to nominate you as one of the next young partners."

Xing Zhou didn't want to be so polite: "Just call me Xing Zhou. I'm only one year older than you, plus..."

Yang Xiuqi continued, "And those who are also in Jingjiang?"

Xing Zhou smiled shyly: "Plus, we all hear the same gossip, so there's no need for the respectful title of senior brother."

Lin Weifeng's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Xing Zhou sideways and drank another glass of lemonade.

On the phone, Sun Zhengxiao sent a message after a while: [My bestie, help me.]

I don't know what to do for her, but Lin Weifeng directly declined: [Don't be so attentive if you don't have anything to do.]

Sun Zhengxiao asked: [Something happened.]

Lin Weifeng: [I am the one who has something to do.]

Sun Zhengxiao: [What's up?]

Lin Weifeng: [I'm sitting at a table with Yang Xiuqi and Meng Lu, waiting for dinner.]

Sun Zhengxiao: [……]

On the other side of the dialog box, Sun Zhengxiao typed out a long list of solutions to conflicts in wedding arrangements, then deleted them all and laughed at the screen.

Sun Zhengxiao said: [You should eat. You need to eat something. I'll talk to you next time.]

The temperature difference between day and night in the seaside fishing village is large, and suddenly, darkness spreads across the coastline.

The wind lowered the temperature, bringing a slight coolness to the tip of her nose, and also gained strength, blowing her curly hair into layers.

She quickly braided a loose pigtail, opened her backpack with one hand, took out the hyacinth hairband Jiang Yu had given her, and tied it at the end of her hair.

The sea breeze blew, and she suddenly remembered Jiang Yu’s WeChat signature: “Wait for the wind to blow over.”

Intoxicated by the sea breeze, she immersed herself in her own little world and changed her WeChat signature to: "The wind will blow over."

When the wind blows, the grass moves.

What Lin Weifeng didn't know was that Jiang Yu was on duty on the other side of the coastline.

The water from Xinli City's seawater is also the water of the "Water Company." The Water Company is short for the local casino's water distribution company. Some gamblers, eager to win big and lose everything but desperate to make a comeback, will borrow money from the Water Company to pay for water.

The asset management branch of Yuangong Group derives a large portion of its income from usury and water fees in casinos.

This is not an easy task and requires a lot of help.

The Miao Group, where Miao Zheng works, is responsible for the duties of thugs.

One of Miao Zheng's confidants, Ah Chuang, was a name that frightened everyone. Ah Chuang was not a person, but just a name, but this name was known to everyone in Xinli City.

If you encounter trouble on the road, the guards are not good enough, and there are not enough civil servants, just say you are from A Chuang, and the other party will immediately give you some respect, and may even support you.

However, even if they are from A Chuang, they cannot harm the interests of Yuangong Group itself.

There are numerous large and small wineries scattered all over the place. A man named Chang Ge is openly producing and selling fake wine. He is very rampant under the name of Amhuang.

The patchwork clothes smuggling case that Jiang Yu and Su Tian were in charge of also led them to Brother Chang.

The winery he runs is one of the important bases for the Miao family's smuggling of cultural relics. The various forces behind Miao Zheng, once united during Operation Hundred Flowers, are now fighting against each other for the counterfeit wine market and cultural relics resources, and are falling apart.

The Nandun police were very grateful for the assistance of Jiang Yu and Su Tian, ​​and allowed them to interrogate Brother Chang at the local security office.

In the dim interrogation room, Su Tian was interrogated with the assistance of the local police in Nandun.

Outside, Jiang Yu was reporting to Director Zhang.

"The ancient tombs in Xinli City have prompted the government to begin paying more attention to local tourism resources, and efforts to combat counterfeiting have been intensified. Chang Ge's excessive profits are a target that must be conquered in the current war against counterfeit liquor. Unfortunately, Chang Ge has renounced his Chinese citizenship and cannot be brought back for questioning for the time being."

Director Zhang: "Did Brother Chang admit to being involved in the smuggling of patchwork clothes?"

Jiang Yu: "Brother Chang admitted that he knew about it and provided the venue, but he denied that he was involved. He gave us a name, Wang Lu, but unfortunately, Wang Lu is dead."

"Dead?"

"Well, the Nandun police files show that a month ago, he was shot to death with a gunpowder gun because he raised the price of grape seeds, endangering the interests of the local grape gang."

"Did the Yuangong Group do this?"

"I don't know," Jiang Yu paused. "My intuition is that it was done by the Miao Group, because the police didn't receive any reports of damaged grape seeds."

Director Zhang took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Tell me, in your opinion, why did the Miao Group place the smuggled patchwork clothes in the ancient tomb in Xinli City?"

Jiang Yu uttered two words firmly: "Rare earth."

Director Zhang didn't say anything.

Jiang Yu continued, "The Yuangong people may be economically powerful, but their armed forces are inferior to those of the Miao Group. A small armed conflict broke out between the Beipu and Nandun nations because rare earth resources were discovered within a hundred miles of the ancient tomb, near the border between Nandun and Beipu. This incident was not widely publicized, and the result was that Nandun's quiet victory was inseparable from the Miao Group's equipment and the support of Deadpool, which gave Miao Zheng a say. I suspect that in Miao Zheng's blueprint, the appearance of numerous artifacts such as the patchwork clothes meant that Xinli City's history could be moved forward, and its cultural value would increase sharply. In this way, if a rare earth war really broke out, the international community would tend to support this land, and the Miao Group would profit immensely from it."

"Can cultural relics that aren't our own have such an effect?"

"Cultural relics were evidence of the exchange of civilizations in ancient times. my country has a long history, and the cultural relics donated to the places we visited may prove that Xinli City was already Nandun's territory at that time. Moreover, the earlier the cultural relics are, the better. Otherwise, cultural relics like the silk manuscript would not have appeared."

Director Zhang was very pleased with his men. He smiled, the cigarette butt under his leather shoes extinguished as he rubbed it. He said, "You are now proficient in cultural relics."

Jiang Yu lowered his head and said modestly, "The situation forced me to do so."

"Is it because of the situation?" Director Zhang hinted at something.

Jiang Yu smiled.