In the end, I still didn't ask Li Wenchao if he knew about Liu Xiangrong and Fu Jiaming. I had a hunch that he probably didn't know. At that time on the rooftop, all the students were fighting bloody battles, and no one went to see what was happening to their boss.
After Li Wenchao left, I called Wen Xin over and asked her to help me check the situation of Xiao Mao in the third year of the special examination. Wen Xin was able to get the signatures of various bigwigs, which showed that she had strong communication skills and it was not a problem for her to investigate the situation of a few people. "This matter must be done quietly, and don't alert the enemy!" I told Wen Xin carefully. Wen Xin's eyes sparkled, and she especially liked to do the tasks I assigned. "Life should be so exciting." This is what Wen Xin often said.
This place is really far away. I took two buses to find it. It seems that I have arrived at the northern part of the city. In front of me is a dilapidated residential building. Beiyuan City is a city with both vitality and aging. Such barren areas are not uncommon. Not everywhere is as prosperous as Jiefang Street. There is an open space in front of the residential building, where some old fitness equipment is placed. I sat on a stone bench, waiting for someone to come. Soon, that person appeared. He lived here.
"Xiao Mao!" I shouted, but I didn't stand up. He heard the voice, turned his head, and showed a surprised look.
"Come here." I waved at him, my tone was not friendly. Some people have to be suppressed by their momentum. Xiao Mao walked over step by step in surprise, and called out when he came to me: "Brother Hao?" I still didn't stand up, pointed to the empty seat next to me and said: "You sit down." Xiao Mao looked at it, but didn't sit down, and said: "Brother Hao, what do you want? I'm going back to eat." I sneered: "Why, what I said doesn't work, right?" Xiao Mao hurriedly said: "Of course not." Then he sat down reluctantly, looking at me with an uneasy look. People like him always live in tension, afraid that others will discover his secrets, so they are always guilty. My sudden arrival must have made him feel uneasy.
"Do you know why I came to see you?" I tapped the stone table gently. It's not that I deliberately said nonsense, but it would cause psychological pressure on him. From Chenggao to Beiqi and then to the Vocational College, I have developed some ways to deal with small people. If someone should be treated with kindness, he will be grateful; if someone should be treated with cold words, he will be respectful; if someone should be treated with harsh words, he will be terrified. Treat people in the right way. Xiao Mao in front of him should be scared.
"I don't know..." Xiao Mao indeed showed a hint of nervousness, and as if to cover up his nervousness, he even smiled: "Brother Hao, are you going to my house for dinner? Come on, come with me." He even stood up and pulled my arm.
"Let go." There was no emotion in my tone.
Xiao Mao was so scared that he shivered and immediately let go of me. He was neither standing nor sitting and felt very awkward standing there.
I looked around and saw that the neighborhood was very quiet. Everyone was staying at home at this time.
"I mean..." I slowed down my tone: "If Liu Xiangrong finds out that you are Zhang Yunfei's man, what will he do to you?"
Xiao Mao's eyes suddenly widened and he stammered, "Hao...Brother Hao, this kind of thing is not something you can joke about!"
"Whether you are joking or not, you know it in your heart." I sneered: "If there is no evidence, would I dare to say this?"
Xiao Mao's legs were already shaking, and he looked at me as if I were a monster, trembling as he said, "How...how did you know?" I curled my lips slightly, "Don't worry about that. I just want to ask you, if Liu Xiangrong knew you were a traitor, what would he do to you?"
Beads of sweat were already dripping from Xiao Mao's forehead. He opened and closed his mouth, and then said after a long while, "It will...it will cripple my hand."
"Oh?" I looked at his left and right hands and asked with a smile, "Which one? The left hand or the right hand?"
The person playing the zither said:
I'm an old car.
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