Chapter 165 Feng Liangkang
◎I have money, I confess, I give my testimony...◎
Xing City Public Security Bureau, Interrogation Room No. 1.
Feng Liangkang was handcuffed and sitting in a chair, waiting for the next interrogation.
Years of excessive eating and drinking caused him to gain weight uncontrollably.
The extravagant night life made his hair thinning gradually.
From a star entrepreneur to a prisoner, Feng Liangkang suffered a huge psychological gap.
In early October, the Federation of Industry and Commerce held a celebration event. Feng Liangkang, as a representative of the business community, sat on the rostrum, accepted flowers from elementary school student representatives, and delivered a passionate speech. The audience applauded loudly and he enjoyed great glory.
At the end of October, Feng Liangkang put on prison clothes, sat on the cold bench in the detention center, and accepted interrogation after interrogation with an expressionless face.
Seeing Zhao Xiangwan, Zhu Feipeng and Zhu Kang walk into the interrogation room, Feng Liangkang looked up at the leader Zhao Xiangwan, with a hint of contempt in his heart.
[Female police officer?]
[Is there no one at the Public Security Bureau? Send a policewoman over to interrogate.]
[I have already said everything that needs to be said. What new questions can she come up with?]
After hearing Feng Liangkang's inner monologue, Zhao Xiangwan felt relieved.
It seemed that the previous dozen or so interrogations had smoothed Feng Liangkang's edges and relaxed his defenses. At this moment, at least his inner world was open.
Zhu Feipeng frowned and began the routine identity check.
"Name?"
"Age?"
"Nation?"
"Are you married?"
…
Feng Liangkang cooperated well with the police's interrogation, answered all questions and maintained a good attitude.
After the preliminary preparations were completed, Zhu Feipeng looked at Zhao Xiangwan and signaled that she could get down to business.
Zhao Xiangwan bowed and said, "Feng Liangkang, who gave you this name?"
Feng Liangkang's eyes showed some spirit.
The policeman asked interesting questions. He did not ask about the case, but asked about his name. This name was one of Feng Liangkang's prides in life.
"It was given by the teacher of our village private school."
"What does it mean?"
"In the countryside, people give names randomly. The eldest is Dalu, the second is Erlu, and I am the third boy in the family, so my nickname is Sanlu. When I was seven years old and went to school, the teacher asked me what my full name was. I said I didn't know and asked the teacher to help me choose one. The teacher said, let's call it Liangkang. Liang means good, and Kang means healthy. Together, they hope that I will be both excellent and healthy in the future."
Zhao Xiangwan leaned forward slightly, his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Do you know? The word 'Liang', besides meaning good, has another meaning..."
When Feng Liangkang met Zhao Xiangwan's gaze, he didn't know why he felt his breathing became difficult.
"Liang refers to a kind person, a person with a conscience and a sense of morality..." Zhao Xiangwan deliberately emphasized the last word "ren".
Zhao Xiangwan's words sounded sarcastic to Feng Liangkang. He looked away, not daring to look Zhao Xiangwan in the eye, and his heart was no longer calm.
【Kindness? A kind horse is ridden by others, and a kind person is bullied by others. 】
[Conscience, conscience? Can conscience buy food? Can conscience turn into money? ]
[These policemen talk about moral principles every day, it's really ridiculous. I've lived for more than 60 years, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, I've been struggling in society for so many years, what life principles don't I understand? ]
It is really meaningless to talk to a black-hearted businessman who grew up from a small stall vendor and puts money above all else about kindness and conscience.
Zhao Xiangwan just made a sarcastic remark.
How can a greedy, murderous bastard like him be called a "human being"?
Zhao Xiangwan studied Feng Liangkang's previous interrogation records.
He only admitted the crime of negligence and pushed all the faults of milk powder additives onto the relevant persons in charge of the group company.
The relevant person in charge then pushed the responsibility onto the dairy farmers, claiming that the farmers added water to the milk for profit. After adding water, the milk did not meet the protein testing standards, so they added industrial raw materials to deceive the company's quality inspectors.
As for the public relations department's tough attitude towards customer opinions, Feng Liangkang reflected on himself very sincerely, saying that since the company has grown bigger and bigger, it has become a bit arrogant and cannot tolerate any negative opinions. In the future, it will definitely make serious corrections.
In the future? He still wants a future!
Feng Liangkang is a cunning old man. When asked if he knew Qi Wanjuan, he denied it with a confused look on his face and said confidently: Reporter, I have seen her many times. Which one is she?
In one sentence, the crime of murder was completely justified.
This made the investigators somewhat suspicious: Is it possible that Feng Liangkang really didn't know about this? Or was it his subordinates who were behind this?
Facing Zhao Xiangwan's ridicule, Feng Liangkang cursed in his heart, but his face remained unmoved. He responded calmly: "Comrade police, you are right. When I first started the company, they named it Liang Erkang based on my name. A master said that this name is very good for career and wealth."
Zhao Xiangwanfeng narrowed his eyes and stared closely at Feng Liangkang's facial expression, not missing any change on his face.
When Feng Liangkang spoke, his facial muscles were relaxed, his eyes were sincere, and he did not shrug his shoulders or twist his nose.
——After years of doing business and being involved in intrigues, Feng Liangkang has long been accustomed to being double-dealing and saying sweet words but harboring a sharp knife in his heart. Even when sitting in the interrogation room, his psychological quality is still good.
Zhao Xiangwan's words were full of sarcasm: "Excellent quality and good for health. What a good name."
Feng Liangkang glanced at Zhao Xiangwan and instead of feeling ashamed, he began to act out: "Alas! During this time in the detention center, I have been reflecting deeply. The company neglected product quality and harmed the health of the children. I, as the chairman, failed to supervise."
Zhu Kang was in charge of taking notes and was concentrating on writing.
Zhu Feipeng was responsible for recording Feng Liangkang's micro-expression changes. Through his conversation with Zhao Xiangwan, Zhu Feipeng analyzed his baseline reaction and finally came to a conclusion - this person is good at pretending.
Changing the subject, Zhao Xiangwan's eyes shone coldly: "How did you get in touch with such a sophisticated murder organization by creating accidents to achieve the purpose of murder?"
Straight to the point.
Feng Liangkang's heart skipped a beat and he coughed subconsciously: "Ahem, what did you say? What murder organization?"
[How did she know that Ruisen was the one I found? ]
[Country M, one-on-one contact, it hurts. 】
Country M!
No wonder we couldn't find the person with Ji Zhao's portrait. It turned out that the lead was from Country M.
Although they speak Mandarin and look Chinese, they hold US green cards.
No one heard the little girl speak from beginning to end, maybe she was autistic, or maybe she only spoke English.
When Zhao Xiangwan thought of the more than 3,000 cooperation warrants that the Municipal Public Security Bureau sent to police stations across the country by registered mail, he felt a sense of guilt for the waste.
Zhao Xiangwan winked at Zhu Feipeng.
Zhu Feipeng immediately perked up, sat up straighter, and stared at Feng Liangkang's every move with his bright eyes, not missing any details.
Zhao Xiangwan's mind-reading interrogation is about to begin!
As soon as Feng Liangkang finished speaking, Zhao Xiangwan's words followed closely, just like a close combat on the battlefield with smoke rising everywhere.
"This killer organization is not in the country, right?"
Feng Liangkang raised his right eyebrow unconsciously.
Seeing his little action, Zhu Feipeng was filled with excitement and lowered his head to start recording.
Feng Liangkang felt his throat dry, and shook his head quickly, talking more: "I don't know anything, don't lie to me here. Killing someone by creating an accident... How is that possible? I've never heard of it before."
Zhao Xiangwan took the photos of the car accident scene taken by Qi Wanjuan, Huang Ju and Peng Qianze and placed them in front of Feng Liangkang: "Did you see it clearly? These three people discovered the secret of the toxic milk powder and were determined to expose it. Huang Ju is a doctor at the Children's Hospital. He has more than 20 copies of medical records that can prove that Liangerkang milk powder causes kidney stones in infants and young children. Peng Qianze is an inspector at the Food and Drug Administration. He has a test report that proves that some toxic substances are added to Liangerkang milk powder. And Qi Wanjuan conducted an in-depth investigation and wrote a news article with sharp writing, which made the toxicity and adverse consequences of Liangerkang milk powder public. The title is "Who is to blame for the toxic milk powder entering the market?"
Zhao Xiangwan took out another stack of manuscript paper, the handwriting was beautiful and the paper was clean and tidy.
The words are still there, the voice and appearance will last forever, but the people... are gone.
"If such a report is published in the newspaper, it will definitely cause a huge uproar!" Zhao Xiangwan said coldly: "Feng Liangkang, are you scared after reading such an article?"
When he hired the killer, the three dead were just symbols to Feng Liangkang. Now, forced to face the photos of the dead, listening to Zhao Xiangwan slowly describing what they did, the symbols became real people, flesh and blood people like himself, Feng Liangkang's eyes became a little detached, and his eyes swept across the photos without lingering.
[Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourselves for meddling in other people's business. ]
[If there is something wrong with the milk powder, just don't drink it. Why do you have to make a big deal out of it? ]
[When the manuscript was delivered to my office, I had just returned from Country M and was staring blankly at the business card that Ruisen handed to me in the lobby of the Wilton Hotel.]
[Although $120,000 is a bit expensive, it is worth it to shut these people up and avoid any future troubles.]
[I want to give it a try too. If Ruisen is really capable of causing someone to die in an accident without making any noise, I will be able to walk around the country like a tyrant.]
Although Feng Liangkang's inner mumblings were somewhat fragmented, with a little organization, the full picture could be revealed.
The person who directly contacted Feng Liangkang was called Ruisen, who should be the gloomy middle-aged man in a windbreaker and a top hat. The two met in the lobby of the Wilton Hotel in Country M. Ruisen handed him a business card and told Feng Liangkang that he could help him kill people.
The cost of hiring a killer was $120,000.
Feng Liangkang didn't believe it at first. How could there be such a powerful killer in the world? If he could really kill someone by creating an accident and guarantee that there would be no future troubles, it would be worth spending any money.
Feng Liangkang is definitely not a good person to have come to where he is today. He hates competitors, disobedient subordinates, and government leaders who refuse to cooperate... The older he gets, the more overbearing he becomes, and he wants to get rid of anyone who gets in his way.
Therefore, Qi Wanjuan, Peng Qianze, Huang Ju and Gao Shengqiang, who happened to be there, became the experimental subjects of the cooperation between Feng Liangkang and Ruisen.
Ruisen is trying to expand the domestic market;
Feng Liangkang wanted to see what he was capable of.
Everyone has his own calculations and regards human life as worthless.
Zhao Xiangwan stood up and walked in front of Feng Liangkang.
She is tall, and although she has lost a lot of weight now, Zhao Xiangwan still looks heroic and upright in her uniform.
When he was only half a meter away from Feng Liangkang, Zhao Xiangwan stopped and looked down at him.
"Feng Liangkang, the goose leaves traces when it passes. Your deception is meaningless."
"We have all your phone records from July this year to date, including your office phone, home phone, and mobile phone. There aren't many overseas calls, so we'll know once we check."
"Four lives, how much money? Large amounts of money flowed, and the bank has transfer records."
Zhao Xiangwan took out a photo and held it in front of Feng Liangkang.
This photo was made based on Ji Zhao's portrait. With a top hat, hooked nose, thin lips, and cold eyes, you can tell at a glance that this person is not easy to get along with.
"It's him, isn't it?"
"The police set up surveillance at the airport and have arrested him."
"He has made it very clear that he has contacted you."
"He not only killed people in Xing City, but also committed murder in several other countries. He will be extradited back to his country for trial. Country M does not have the death penalty. He was just hired to kill people and has nothing to fear."
"He has confessed, and now it's up to you. It doesn't matter if you don't confess. The phone records, transfer records, his testimony... everything is strong evidence."
"Our police's principle in handling cases is: leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist!"
The more Feng Liangkang listened, the more uneasy he felt, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The photo was so lifelike that there was no trace of painting at all. Feng Liangkang immediately believed what Zhao Xiangwan said: Ruisen was arrested!
If Ruisen is arrested, he will definitely put all the blame on himself!
Yes, he is a foreigner. Country M does not have the death penalty, but China does, and now is the period of severe crackdown!
When he thought about the possibility of death, all of Feng Liangkang's pride, glory, and calmness returned to zero.
It was clearly November and the weather was getting cooler, so everyone had to wear warm clothes to keep out the chill in the mornings and evenings. But now Feng Liangkang felt cold all over.
The richer you are, the more afraid you are of death.
Feng Liangkang felt good about paying Ruisen to kill people he didn't like; but now all his crimes have been exposed by the police. When he thought that he might be sentenced to death, Feng Liangkang finally panicked.
Zhu Feipeng was dazzled as he watched from the side.
Starting from the clue that the murder was committed abroad, Zhao Xiangwan obtained important evidence such as overseas phone calls and transfer records. He then used the portrait photo of the lead as a medium to lead Feng Liangkang into thinking that the murderer had been arrested and he confessed all the facts of the crime.
Feng Liangkang, who hired a killer for the first time in his life, was indeed scared.
Zhao Xiangwan walked out of the interrogation room.
Five minutes later, she came in with a pocket recorder. In front of Feng Liangkang, she inserted a tape and turned on the recorder.
“Sizzle…Sizzle…”
After a burst of electrical noise, a man's deep voice came from the other side: "Yes, I met Mr. Feng in the hotel..."
Feng Liangkang suddenly jumped up and pressed the stop button.
His face was pale and he spoke incoherently: "No, that, this won't work. I'm not... I don't..."
Zhao Xiangwan looked at him coldly, his eyes were deep and cold, like the chilly wind under the moon.
Feng Liangkang pleaded, "I, I was just having fun at first. I simply didn't believe that there was such a way to kill people in the world."
Zhao Xiangwan still didn't say anything, but there was an intimidating aura in his eyes, making Feng Liangkang feel like a jumping clown.
Feng Liangkang continued, "I didn't think about killing anyone. I just met Ruisen when I was abroad. He came to me and said he could help me get rid of some annoying people, so I just took his business card."
Zhao Xiangwan narrowed his eyes and said, "So, if you think Qi Wanjuan and the others are annoying, you contacted him!"
This is not a question but an affirmative sentence.
Feng Liangkang's heart nearly collapsed when he met Zhao Xiangwan's eyes. Just now he thought that this little policewoman in front of him had no ability, but now he regretted that he underestimated her.
When Feng Liangkang gets nervous, he talks a lot.
"I really just wanted to have fun and give it a try. I didn't expect that he would show up just as I had handed over the money. He said he was a university professor and had made a model. He could put a chess piece in the model and whoever he wanted to die would die."
"I definitely didn't believe him. I didn't care about the money. I just treated it as making friends. I didn't expect him to say that he had professional ethics and integrity and would do the job if I took the money. Then he disappeared."
"You all know what happened next. I really just wanted to have fun. I didn't expect him to actually kill someone."
Zhao Xiangwan interrupted his self-defense: "Hiring a killer to kill someone is also murder. Although you did not personally participate in the murder, the other party acted under his instructions. You are the mastermind in the entire criminal process, which is generally..."
After a pause, Zhao Xiangwan said two words in a decisive tone.
--"death penalty!"
Only death makes Feng Liangkang afraid.
When you reason with him, he thinks you are childish because he has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice.
If you talk to him about conscience, he will think you are old-fashioned, because conscience cannot be exchanged for money or power;
If you talk to him about social responsibility, he will think you are ridiculous. It is the nature of businessmen to pursue profits, and the lives of ordinary people don’t matter!
Only the law can make him fear!
Upon hearing the word "death penalty", Feng Liangkang collapsed on the chair, his face pale, his limbs weak, and all his energy seemed to be drained away from his body. The fear of death made it impossible for him to maintain his composure.
【Can’t die.】
【When you die, you have nothing.】
[No matter how much money you have, it is meaningless. ]
The difficult past flashed before Feng Liangkang's eyes.
At first, I pushed a small cart from village to village and shouted: Selling melon seed candy! Selling sesame candy!
The sesame and melon seed candies he made were made with real ingredients, tasted good, and were reasonably priced, and were praised by people all over the place. As soon as he pushed the cart out of the stall, a group of greedy children would rush over, chattering.
"Give me a dime worth of melon seeds!"
"Would you like to sell me some sesame candy for five cents?"
"Do you have any peanut candy? I want to weigh two ounces."
No matter who came to buy, no matter how much money they spent, he always entertained them with a smile, because these people were his bread and butter.
Since when did he start to drift?
In the 1980s, when the market economy had just started to take off, people's demand for candies began to rise. His business grew bigger and bigger, and he rented a small shop in the county town, specializing in selling various candies, sesame, peanuts, winter melon, red dates... He could make delicious candies with any ingredients that could be used.
One day, a young reporter passed by and took a photo of him surrounded by customers. The photo was published in the newspaper. After that, the name "Candy Feng" became famous and countless people came to buy it by the pound or two.
In 1982, he became the first person in the county to earn 10,000 yuan.
In 1985, his family had so much money that the house could not hold it all, and he earned his first million.
Then, he started a company, took it public, became a star entrepreneur and National People's Congress representative, and his business grew bigger and bigger.
He became inflated and thought that all this was his own credit and his own ability.
After traveling abroad several times and seeing the extravagant life in developed countries, he became more greedy.
He wants to make more money.
At this time, the consumers, who were once regarded by him as his "breadwinners", have all become "leeks" to be slaughtered at his will.
The health, safety and lives of the leeks mean nothing to him.
He just wants to take money out of the pockets of the leeks.
But one day, the leeks woke up.
They began to question food safety and protest against unscrupulous businesses.
Feng Liangkang's first reaction was to suppress.
Anyone who dares to go against him will end up dead. He has completely forgotten that there are still laws, fairness and justice in this world.
Feng Liangkang forgot that he was once a poor commoner.
Feng Liangkang forgot that his success originated from a report by a reporter.
He even forgot that it was this era that made him who he is.
Zhao Xiangwan looked at Feng Liangkang, his lips curled slightly, and the cold light in his eyes shot out like a sharp arrow.
"Feng Liangkang, do you believe in retribution?"
Feng Liangkang murmured to himself: "Retribution? Retribution? Ah, evil will be punished with evil, and good will be rewarded with good..."
He lowered his head, a strange "ho ho" sound came out of his throat, and his whole body began to tremble like chaff. Fear enveloped him.
He knew that his life might come to an end at this moment.
He knew that the people who had once lifted him to a high position would now use the law as a weapon to overthrow and sanction him.
Zhao Xiangwan straightened up and spoke clearly, word for word: "Now, your retribution has come."
In an instant, Feng Liangkang's psychological defenses collapsed completely.
He slid off the chair like a boneless person and fell like a pool of mud on the cold concrete floor of the interrogation room.
His face was covered with tears and snot.
He looked up at Zhao Xiangwan blankly, and a weak voice squeezed out of his throat: "I can't die, I don't want to die, I have money, I will confess, I will explain..." If he died, there would be nothing left.
Zhao Xiangwan stood proudly, his eyes cold and without a trace of mercy.
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