Chapter 342 Liang Jishen Pulls the Job
Liang Chihui's face seemed to be surging with layer upon layer of black and surging waves, sweeping towards the seabed and raging into the whirlpool. The more it rolled, the more terrifying it became, the more bottomless it became, and the deeper it became, the more unfathomable it became.
"With Lao San's ability, I had two lines in Thailand, and he destroyed at least one of them."
Liang Yanzhang didn't take it seriously. "With your ability, if he destroys one line of power, you can build up ten more lines of power."
"Have you considered the consequences if He Sang disappears?" Liang Chihui stared straight at Liang Yanzhang. "The third brother will go crazy."
"Don't you have it?" Liang Yanzhang smiled meaningfully. "I believe my designated successor has the skills to suppress the third brother and Liang Jing. Second brother, your viciousness is most like mine."
"I can't do it."
"What?" Liang Yanzhang interrupted him with an increasingly weird smile.
"I can't do it." He said each word firmly, without any hesitation.
A stick came down on Liang Chihui's head, hitting him hard on the shoulder. "Can you do it?" Liang Yanzhang's face turned ashen.
"I can't control the third one."
"Is it because I can't control him, or because I can't bear to leave He Sang?" Liang Yanzhang held up his crutch and pressed forward step by step.
Liang Chihui said cautiously, "I can't suppress it."
"Uncle—" He Sang suddenly rushed in, staggered and grabbed the crutch that was about to fall again.
Liang Yanzhang glared at her, "Get out!"
She didn't dodge or evade, "If you keep hitting me, Chi Hui can't bear it!"
"He Sang!" Liang Chihui reached out and pulled her.
Liang Yanzhang dodged suddenly, and He Sang and his crutches were thrown half a meter away and fell heavily on the door panel.
She groaned.
The moment he helped her up, Liang Chihui looked at Liang Yanzhang with a gaze that was extremely sharp and deep.
Such a sharp and cold gaze made Liang Yanzhang tremble.
"Go back to the house." He withdrew his gaze, gently comforted He Sang, picked her up and walked away.
Liang Chihui placed her on the rattan chair in the guest room and then straightened up. "How long have you been outside the study door?"
"I heard the sound of fighting and just went to the study..."
He Sang massages his elbow.
He squatted down and asked, "Is it swollen?"
"It's not swollen." She shook her head and touched the back of her hand to the mark of Liang Chihui's slap. "How could my uncle have the heart to do that to me?"
Liang Chihui held her.
He Sang's hands were soft and warm, turning into a pool of spring water, flowing from his skin into his heart, spreading out thread by thread.
He pressed his cheek against hers, silently.
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, China Overseas Group's official website corrected the notice document.
-- A joint investigation by relevant municipal and provincial authorities revealed that General Manager Liang Jishen committed dereliction of duty and disciplinary violations during frontline reconnaissance work seven years ago, despite having made significant contributions. The organization has determined that he will be subject to an internal review, receive a warning, and be demoted one level while retaining his position. The accusations leveled against Liang Jishen by Ms. Jiang, a family member of Mr. Song, are fabricated and defamatory. Mr. Liang, mindful of Mr. Song's passing, has expressed forgiveness and will not pursue the matter.
The public announcement caused a huge stir in the upper class circle.
The "Three Zhong Groups" are Zhonghai, Zhongsheng, and Zhongyuan. Zhonghai Group is the leader, and its general manager is naturally the boss of all CEOs in Hebei Province, a leading figure in the business community. Now, Liang Jishen has been demoted one level, from general manager to deputy general manager, ranking behind the heads of Zhongsheng and Zhongyuan Groups. His status has plummeted, and the industry is full of mockery and gloating.
Mr. Qiu contacted Liang Jishen, but was told that his phone was turned off.
Liang Jishen was driving an electric tricycle and parked it in front of the "Master Wang's Mung Bean Cake" shop in the East District.
From a window in the corner of the third floor of the Convenience Hotel, a figure was looking furtively downstairs.
Five minutes later, Tong Da walked out of the hotel.
Tong Da has been living in room 306 for three days. He has been eating takeout all the time. Occasionally he goes out late at night to buy a pack of cigarettes and a bowl of noodle soup, but he has never left this street.
Therefore, plainclothes police are more relaxed during the day and only become alert after dark.
Tong Da's sudden appearance caught everyone off guard.
"Director Zhao, has the truth been revealed?"
"Tong Da is not that smart."
"Tong Da is not smart, Liang Chihui is smart." The plainclothes officer was still frightened. "During the city-wide investigation in April, you didn't get any advantage from Liang Chihui."
"Third Brother Liang is keeping an eye on him. His situation is hopeless." Zhao Kai said steadily, "Third Brother Liang will fight against Second Brother, and we will be responsible for supporting him. If he loses, it will be the famous Inspector Liang who will be embarrassed, and the Municipal Bureau will not be embarrassed either."
The plainclothes officer laughed, "I remember you said your mentor liked Inspector Liang, but thought you were naughty and didn't like you."
Zhao Kai has been holding this rage for ten years. "Zhou Kun and I took the blame for the third brother, and now I'm taking my own blame. It makes me look dishonest and him serious. But in reality, this guy is really dishonest behind the scenes. He's the most angry."
A large pickup truck drove through the street, its horn blaring.
Tong Da drank a bottle of ice-cold beer on the spot, walked towards the taxi, and knocked on the window. "Want a ride?"
"Where are you going?"
Tong Da stood far away and pointed at the carriage, "I'll add a hundred yuan and you turn off the dashcam."
"That won't work," the driver refused. "This place is near the train station and the bar district, and the passengers are a mixed bag. There are disputes every day. If I turn off the dashcam, I won't be able to explain myself if something happens."
"I promise I won't cheat you."
The driver was adamant, "No driver would be willing to take you with your request. I have elderly parents and young children to support, so I'd rather not earn your money for the sake of safety."
Tong Da spat and leaned against the tree.
Ni Hong made an appointment with him.
Nanhuang Temple is about 40 kilometers away.
To rent a motorcycle, one needs an ID card. To take the bus or subway, there is video recording. To ride a bicycle, one must shuttle through two districts. If the journey is delayed for a long time, it is easy for something to go wrong. Liang Jishen has too many connections in Hebei Province, and he has his hooks everywhere. It is not ruled out that he secretly notified the hooks to find his whereabouts.
Tong was worried. The shop opposite had just finished baking a basket of steamed bean cakes. He glanced over and saw the navy blue electric tricycle.
It has a rainproof roof, is low-key and concealed, and most importantly, the car is not slow and has no cameras.
He went over and asked, "Master, are you doing some work in the suburbs?"
The driver was wearing a baseball cap that covered most of his face, shorts and cloth shoes. His age was hard to tell. His palms were rough, and his cotton vest was slightly yellowed from sweat from walking around the streets. The towel was also white with a hint of gray, and there was a musty smell. It was as real as it could be.
"It's a flat price to go to the suburbs." Liang Jishen put on a Northeastern accent and spoke in a high and clear voice, "Thirty-one yuan and fifty cents."
Tong Da was stunned. "Why are there both zeros and whole numbers?"
"A lucky number, not a cent less or more."
The experienced driver is smooth and indeed very particular.
Forty kilometers is considered a “small long distance”.
Depart auspiciously and return safely.
Tong Da was originally puzzled. It was clearly a hot day, but this man was dressed strangely. Now he had no suspicion at all. He took out the money and said, "Nanhuang Temple, West Gate."
Liang Jishen took the money, put it in his pocket, and motioned him, "Get in the car."
"Director Zhao, an electric tricycle is carrying Tong Da south!" The plainclothes officer ran downstairs.
"The driver of the tricycle is Liang Laosan. You guys follow him. If he gets lost, he gets lost. Don't alert the enemy. Ni Hong has been missing until now, which proves that she is very vigilant. The location she agreed to go to is probably very remote. There shouldn't be any cars there. You'd better follow him on foot." Zhao Kai hung up the phone, packed up the case files, and prepared to hold a meeting to analyze the smuggling case.
The deputy director picked up the cup and drank water, then teased Liang Jishen, "Doubanshengfo Liang Jian is driving a tricycle?"
Zhao Kai placed a photo on the table, and they passed it around, laughing. "Inspector Liang has his own style."
"It's migrant workers' makeup done by the makeup artist." Zhao Kai also looked at the photo.
Liang Jishen is handsome, with sharp and intimidating facial features. Even without makeup, his face is still covered with dirt, which cannot conceal his noble and heroic spirit.
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