This story chronicles Old Zeng, a man who loves inventing. He wakes up one day to find himself in Prison No. 79, a place teeming with villains and governed by a completely different set of rules. T...
Zeng Qi looked at Sun Qingyu, but his thoughts drifted to Kate, Zhou Bao and others.
In his mind, these people were once regarded as tools, existing to achieve his own goals.
Unexpectedly, even a tool can turn against you one day. In this world, relationships between people are ultimately mostly bound by interests.
When interests come into conflict, differences will be magnified and contradictions will gradually become more prominent.
To put it bluntly, Zeng Qi is still too young. His strength is his own profession. When it comes to the art of managing people, he doesn't even know the basics.
In this complex world, the relationship between people is like an intricate web.
Interests, like threads, weave people together. Sometimes, this web is tight and strong, able to weather storms together. But more often, when interests are unevenly distributed, the threads begin to loosen and break, and relationships become fragile.
Zeng Qi’s problem is that in the process of pursuing his goals, he often neglects the maintenance of emotions, which leads to the gradual collapse of the foundation of the relationship.
After moistening his throat, just as Zeng Qi was about to talk earnestly to Sun Qingyu about something, his cell phone suddenly rang.
"Call your people, follow my people, and hide immediately." The call was from the old godfather.
"What happened?" Zeng Qi asked with a frown.
"The man surnamed Zhou has just been arrested. The Immigration Bureau, the Security Bureau, the Fire Department, and the FBI have all come to his house one after another. It's obvious that they are targeting him." There was a hint of depression in the old godfather's voice.
"Okay, I got it." Zeng Qi didn't ask too much, but decisively picked up the phone and called the embassy.
The last time he and Chu Hai came to the United Empire, they met Zhao Liangyi from the embassy.
"That's it. I'll tell you the results of the interrogation." The two exchanged a few brief words and ended the call.
In a high-rise private office building, the old godfather sat in an office chair with a gloomy face. In front of him was an FBI officer with his hands on his hips and an arrogant look on his face.
"Leave these people to me. They have committed many bad deeds in northern Myanmar." After saying this, the FBI officer threw a stack of photos on the desk.
The members in the photo include Qu Shaochen and his brothers in northern Myanmar.
"The person is not with me." The old godfather replied with a cold face.
"Hmph! Old man, I advise you to be more sensible. This is their arrest warrant. It will be better for everyone if you cooperate." The FBI officer looked at the old godfather with a little contempt.
"I said the person is not with me." The old godfather waved his hand impatiently, trying to drive him away.
"Shame on you!" Seeing the old godfather refusing to accept his offer, the FBI officer picked up his phone and called his subordinate, deliberately turning on speakerphone:
"Someone is ungrateful. From now on, I'll prepare arrest warrants for you. All Gambino family properties will be searched three times a day!"
After saying this, the FBI official hung up the phone in front of him.
Hearing this, the old godfather's mouth twitched, and he cursed in his heart where this idiot came from and his working style was really bad.
"I've got something to say to you, I can't beat you openly, but if you piss me off, I'll make you cry every day." The old godfather glared at the other man viciously.
"Then we'll just have to wait and see!" The FBI officer flicked his sleeves and walked away, leaving behind a disdainful back.
Staring at the other person's back, the old godfather picked up his phone and sent a voice message to his subordinates.
"Find out where this idiot came from!"
"Got it, I'll do it right away!"
I put down my phone, and soon the immigration officer who had been waiting for a long time came to visit me.
"Old sir, I won't go into detail about our relationship. This person was specifically asked by higher-ups to take action. I'm currently facing a difficult situation, and with your experience and wisdom, you're the best person to help me with the task."
After the immigration officer finished speaking, he pushed the photo in front of the old godfather and personally lit a cigarette for him.
The old godfather looked at the other person, his teeth stiffened a little, and he was too embarrassed to scold the other person.
In fact, the relationship between the Gambino family and the Immigration Bureau has always been very close, and the two sides have many shady transactions.
When he took the other person's photo, Zeng Qi's profile picture was clearly visible.
"Didn't he enter the country legally?" Pointing at Zeng Qi's photo, the old godfather asked in confusion.
"I know he is legal, but what the above means is that some people around him are not legal. Please ask him to go to the bureau for a few days and ask about the specific situation." The immigration officer said without any concealment.
"Haha~ Your reason for arresting someone is so shameless! The person has already left. I'll give you his phone number. You can figure out how to arrest him yourself." The old godfather rarely scolded an acquaintance.
"Hahaha~ I'm just an errand boy, so I won't bother you anymore." The immigration officer took Zeng Qi's call and left.
The next step is to deal with the Security Bureau and the Fire Brigade.
The old godfather rubbed his brows with a headache. The Security Bureau's reason was similar to that of the FBI. Zeng Qi and his group were involved in endangering national security.
The cause was a firefight between the abandoned cowshed and the Saints, using high-powered mercury fulminate, which caused huge harm. They will arrest people according to the law.
"I don't know where it is. You can go find it yourselves. Stop talking and talk to my lawyer!" The old godfather was obviously angry.
"Sir, I won't always be polite to you. If you refuse to cooperate, I think we'll meet soon." The security officer said with his arms folded.
"Your National Security Bureau is responsible for foreign intelligence and spy identification. I won't say a word until you have evidence." The old godfather stood up and left the office. He felt that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to do anything.
After watching the old godfather leave, the security officer sneered and took out his cell phone to call his subordinates.
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