Chapter 117 Taking on a Critical Mission

However, Wu Donglai's answer surprised everyone.

"After he asked me for the floor plan of the area near Fang's house that day, I guessed that he was going to do it himself."

“There aren’t many alleys near Fang’s house that are accessible by car, and there aren’t many cars going there normally.”

“I sprinkled some special paint at several intersections along the route, and also mixed some fluorescent powder into the paint.”

"On the night of the incident, I went to check the alleys near the Fang family's house."

“After the car drove out of the alley, it headed south. I followed the tracks all the way to the vicinity of Donggaodi in the southern suburbs.”

Eastern Highlands?

Upon hearing this, the two police officers in charge of the interrogation turned pale.

Seeing that Huo Tingzhou's reaction was also a bit off, Jiang Si asked in a low voice.

What is the Eastern Highlands?

Her knowledge of Beijing was limited to some landmark locations; she had never even heard of places like this.

Huo Tingzhou said, "That area is the planned space city. The Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry's First Academy and the Fifth Academy of National Defense are all located in that area. In addition to these, there are more than ten other research institutes."

"These are all military industrial units, and the information of all personnel inside is classified. In addition, strict approval is required for entry and exit."

"Is this information about vehicles also classified?"

No sooner had Jiang Si finished speaking than Captain Liu rushed out in a hurry.

No wonder their people searched for several days but couldn't find the vehicle that caused the accident; that's where the problem lay!

Since the matter involved a military industrial unit and the police had already determined the direction, Jiang Si stopped paying attention to it.

However, the case progressed much more smoothly than she had imagined.

The afternoon after Wu Donglai was arrested, the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau sent someone with good news.

The murderer has been officially apprehended.

To be precise, this person was also an enemy agent.

According to their investigation, this person had been working undercover at the rocket assembly plant under the First Academy of the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry for more than eight years.

As for why Fang Wenjun took action, the police did not elaborate.

But after hearing about these things, Fang Wenjun had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

Her attack was likely related to Lao Yu.

Before leaving, the police officer also briefly mentioned Wu Donglai's case.

Although he tried to make amends afterward, the matter involved enemy agents, and Fang Wenjun's injuries were indeed very serious.

Therefore, in the end, he will most likely still be sentenced to death.

Originally, not many people knew about this news, but the Wu family came to the hospital several times to make a scene after learning that their son had been arrested.

And just like that, they bumped right into Chairman Zhou and his entourage who had come to visit him in the hospital.

The news quickly spread throughout the entire art association.

For a time, everyone felt insecure.

Those who had originally intended to compete for the mural painting job have now all given up on the idea.

Chairman Zhou was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The thought of bringing this person to the hospital to visit him that day made him want to slap himself.

However, what worries him even more is that there are only about ten days left until New Year's Day.

If we can't find a suitable replacement, then we'll be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, Chairman Zhou quickly asked, "Old Fang, you said last time that there was a more suitable candidate, has it been decided yet?"

Fang Wenjun didn't keep them in suspense and told them with a smile that she wanted Jiang Si to take over.

"Xiao Jiang has been learning from my husband, Lao Yu, for over ten years. I won't go into detail about her painting skills."

"She originally painted this picture, and she's coloring it, so it's a way of finishing what she started."

After saying that, he asked Chairman Zhou, "What do you think?"

Chairman Zhou naturally had no objections.

The number of people going to the square to see the murals has been increasing day by day these past two days. Even before the murals have been painted, they have already received a chorus of exclamations of "wow!"

Chairman Zhou couldn't even imagine how stunning the mural would be when it was officially completed.

Perhaps because of the many things that had happened in the past, Fang Wenjun now has a deeper understanding of the word "human nature".

Before leaving, she kept Chairman Zhou behind.

"Old Zhou, my husband Yu only has this one prized student, and I can't go to the scene in my current situation."

"I'm entrusting Xiao Jiang to you. If anything happens, I'll hold you responsible."

President Zhou understood what she meant. "Don't worry, with Xiao Wu's example as a warning, who would dare to cause trouble at this critical juncture?"

That's what they said, but after returning home that day...

Chairman Zhou still called a meeting with the group leaders.

That's why language is considered an art form; the same words can have very different effects on different people.

After Chairman Zhou's brief introduction, Jiang Si took over the task of painting the mural.

It was instantly defined as: taking on a critical mission for the collective good!

Anyone who dares to cause trouble at this time is making an enemy of the collective!

After hearing this, let alone causing trouble, the people in each group practically worshipped Jiang Si like a Buddha!

So much so that the next day, as soon as Jiang Si arrived at the square, everyone, whether they knew her or not, came up to greet her.

This familiar feeling reminded her of the first time she went to the family compound.

At that moment, her face was almost frozen from smiling.

Fortunately, Huo Tingzhou was the only one accompanying her while she was working; otherwise, she would have found it very difficult to adapt to this situation of working and socializing at the same time.

After calming herself down, Jiang Si threw herself into her work.

Compared to painting, coloring is not a difficult task for Jiang Si.

The only difficulty was that there were very few types of domestically produced watercolor colors available at that time.

In addition, it lacks highly saturated colors such as purple, orange-red, and cyan.

Therefore, when encountering specific colors, you need to manually adjust the color.

However, this was no challenge for Jiang Si, since she had studied systematically in her later life, and she also possessed an absolute sense of sex.

Even the most difficult colors to mix can be done in her hands in half an hour at most.

Time flies, and the painting of the murals is nearing completion.

On the day they finished work, all the members of each group gathered in the square.

They had already witnessed Jiang Si's painting skills in the conference room earlier.

But it's nowhere near as powerful as standing in front of the mural right now, where the overwhelming sense of awe is truly overwhelming!

"No wonder they chose Comrade Jiang; she really brought the people in the mural to life."

"Yeah, look, I've got goosebumps."

Just then, someone shouted, "Comrade Jiang, you're awesome!"

As a result, applause and praise rang out from below.

Fortunately, Jiang Si has self-control, otherwise she would have lost herself in their praise.

As if remembering something, Jiang Si smiled and looked at Huo Tingzhou, who had been standing behind her.

Huo Tingzhou stepped forward at that moment.

The next second, he wet a handkerchief with warm water and carefully wiped away the paint that had smudged on her nose and cheeks, bit by bit.

Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, Huo Tingzhou suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

"Are you tired? Shall I take you home now?"

Jiang Si was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.

Everyone else is praising me, why don't you show any appreciation?

Just as Huo Tingzhou was about to speak, a clear cough interrupted their thoughts.

Seeing that it was Chairman Zhou, Jiang Si quickly greeted him.

Chairman Zhou was a little embarrassed, "It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to worry about me, I just came up to take a look."

Seeing that the other person was looking up at the mural, Jiang Si subconsciously asked a question.

"President Zhou, is there something wrong with this?"

"No, no."

Chairman Zhou smiled and shook his head, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"You drew very well, and the colors were mixed very accurately."

"Actually, I came up here to tell you that a reporter from the National Daily just came by."

"They need to release a press release by New Year's Day. See when you're available; they'd like to schedule an interview with you."

Jiang Si thought it was something serious, and after thinking for a moment, asked, "Is the day after tomorrow okay?"

She has been working overtime for a week straight, and now her brain just doesn't want to work. She just wants to rest for two days.

"Okay, no problem. Then it'll be 9 a.m. the day after tomorrow. You can just go to the Artists Association office then."

As he spoke, Chairman Zhou handed over the outline the reporter had given him.

"These are some questions they prepared. Take a look at them when you have some free time in the next couple of days."

"If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me later."

Jiang Si thanked her. In this day and age, you can eat whatever you want, but you absolutely cannot say whatever you want.

She really wouldn't have wanted to be interviewed if this opportunity hadn't been so rare.

Just as Jiang Si was about to finish work and go home, a loud and energetic shout suddenly came from below.

"Si girl—"