Chapter 157 Zhan Hong’s Story (8)

Jiang Ningyue communicated with the policewoman. Since Zhan Hong had not been exposed yet, the policewoman did not say much, but just said that she needed to accompany him.

Jiang Ningyue naturally agreed with this point. She didn't think Zhan Hong would do anything to her, not only because there was no "danger warning", but also because the other party had no reason to do anything to her.

If he wanted to help Song Wencheng, Song Wencheng was already doomed to fail, and even if he died, it wouldn't change the outcome much. On the contrary, his death would even arouse public outrage.

If he wanted to harm Song Wencheng, he would never murder himself.

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On the other hand, Song Wencheng was indeed a little anxious after learning that his son Song Lei had been arrested. He didn't care about how many years he was imprisoned, but his son was still young, so he used his last connections to bribe the people guarding him and sent a signal to Ouyang Jian to rescue his son.

And, the thing that threatened Ouyang Jian was the recording left behind when they had conspired to harm the Construction Group.

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At 10 o'clock the next morning, Jiang Ningyue brought the policewoman to Zhan Hong's office building. In Zhan Hong's magnificent office, Jiang Ningyue and Zhan Hong sat opposite each other.

Zhan Hong looked at Jiang Ningyue with a smile and said in broken Mandarin, "Reporter Jiang, before we chat, can you and this policewoman put your electronic devices in this box?"

Zhan Hong patted a metal box as he spoke. "This box can block electromagnetic signals and ensure that our conversations won't be recorded. It's very expensive. I had it custom-made."

Jiang Ningyue raised her eyebrows, took out her cell phone from her bag and put it into the metal box.

The policewoman looked wary. "I haven't heard of such a request before."

Zhan Hong smiled and said, "Then please wait outside the office. What I'm going to say next needs to be kept confidential. I'm allowing you to sit in on the conversation out of respect for Reporter Jiang."

The policewoman hesitated for a moment and finally put the phone into the metal box.

Zhan Hong closed the lid of the metal box and placed it next to the two of them. "The box is right here. There's nothing special about it. Just open the lid and you can take out the phone."

The policewoman tried it and found that it was true, so she felt relieved.

Jiang Ningyue appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, her peripheral vision was constantly darting around. On the side of the large desk, there was a strange ornament with an eye that looked very much like a camera.

This was the only difference that Jiang Ningyue noticed.

But why did Zhan Hong install a hidden camera?

Want to put your own words?

I don’t think so.

Jiang Ningyue fell into deep thought.

Zhan Hong waved his hand, and his female assistant came over with two cups of coffee and placed them in front of the two of them. However, neither of them showed any interest in drinking.

It didn't matter. The assistant turned around and left, closing the door.

"Okay, now we can have a frank chat."

Zhan Hong smiled and looked at the two of them. Specifically, his attention was still on Jiang Ningyue. "Reporter Jiang, can Song Wencheng be sentenced to death?"

Jiang Ningyue looked at Zhan Hong calmly and said, "You should ask the judge about this matter, not me."

"Ha ha."

Hearing Jiang Ningyue's answer, Zhan Hong laughed. "I tell you, he won't be sentenced to death. At most, he'll be charged with participating in and organizing a crime syndicate, and he'll be released after four or five years. It's not even as severe as his son's sentence."

Jiang Ningyue's face remained expressionless. "Since you already know this, why are you still asking me? Are you trying to show off?"

"No, no, no, I'm not showing off. There's nothing to show off about this."

Zhan Hong shook his head. "I don't want that guy to escape punishment. If possible, I will shoot him myself!"

Jiang Ningyue frowned slightly, not knowing what was going on.

Does he have a grudge against Song Wencheng?

How could a person who was also under Ouyang Jian's command have such a deep blood feud?

Is this realistic?

"Let me tell you a story."

Zhan Hong's accent had changed unconsciously, from poor Mandarin to an accent with the local Haizhou dialect.

Long before Jiang Ningyue and the others entered the room, a "live broadcast" appeared on all major platforms across the Internet.

The cover of the live broadcast room is 'Jiang Ningyue'. When you click into the live broadcast room, you will see Zhan Hong and Jiang Ningyue chatting.

Barrage:

What is this for?

【The moon is so beautiful! 】

[The side profile is also a killer! 】

Who is this old man?

[Whose live broadcast room is this? ]

【Voiceover.AVI】

Zhan Hong's voice was a little low, and he tried his best to control his emotions. "The person I'm talking about is a relative of mine. I'll call him Lao Feng."

'Old Feng?'

Jiang Ningyue instantly caught the key words, and she suddenly thought of Feng Tai who disappeared from the Construction Group. Could it be that Zhan Hong and Feng Tai were relatives?

What relative? Uncle?

[System prompt: Host, you have entered the live broadcast, please pay attention.]

'live streaming? '

Jiang Ningyue seemed to have guessed something. Zhan Hong called her here probably because he wanted to make what happened that year public.

"Never mind. That's fine."

Jiang Ningyue sighed in her heart, "Perhaps only in this way can Ouyang Jian be punished."

"System, use the streaming card to help him push the live stream."

[System prompt: At this moment, there are 29 live broadcast rooms broadcasting live. You only have 5 push cards.]

"Oh my god, that's amazing."

Jiang Ningyue secretly sighed in her heart, "Just pick 5 with large data flows."

【System prompt: 5 data cards have been used.】

Knowing Zhan Hong's purpose, Jiang Ningyue's expression calmed down. "Story? Okay, Mr. Zhan, I like to listen to stories."

Zhan Hong noticed the change in Jiang Ningyue. A smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly said, "Old Feng was born in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. His family was an ordinary rural family. They were very poor and could not afford to eat every other day. After the reform and opening up, one of his distant relatives became a contractor in Beijing, and he went there to work.

The work on the construction site was the most tiring, and back then, it was easy to get paid. Once, the boss couldn't pay the workers, and it was Old Feng who stepped in. He lived on nothing but steamed buns and cold water for three days, found the boss, and helped his fellow workers get their money back.

After that incident, his fellow workers became incredibly trusting of him. So, he became the new foreman, with his own team. Gradually, he gained resources. However, he always wanted to return to his hometown and build it.

After the 1990s, Lao Feng returned to his hometown with his capital and fellow workers and established a company. He began contracting projects and developing industries in his hometown. Everything went smoothly. In just over a decade, Lao Feng's company spread throughout Donghe City and became the largest company in Donghe City.

Lao Feng's son works in the company under his control, and his daughter is married. Although she married a man from an ordinary family, the open-minded Lao Feng did not object, but was very supportive.

Lao Feng and his family believed that this happy time would continue forever, but the nightmare was about to come, and a group of demons were targeting him.

The demon at the head of this group was Song Wencheng. In 2005, Song Wencheng was a rising star in Donghe City. Although he dominated the fishing industry in Donghe City, he was no match for Lao Feng's Construction Group.

Before this, although Lao Feng had heard of Song Wencheng, he never took him seriously.

The two met at a dinner party, introduced by the then-Deputy Mayor of Donghe City. Song Wencheng said he had a small fortune and wanted to invest. Old Feng, after some hesitation, finally agreed to let Song Wencheng acquire a 10% stake, out of respect for the Deputy Mayor.

This decision left Lao Feng with a lifelong regret.”