Chapter 4 Wild Horses, Bad Words, Conservation of Happiness, Your Former Chief...
The interrogation scene, which was originally tense and confrontational, now turned somewhat comical.
Although he saw through Mu Wangzhuo's somewhat clumsy performance at a glance, Yuan Jianxing still took the phone without saying a word after seeing the name displayed on the screen.
But he did not immediately press the answer button, nor did he make any attempt to avoid the call.
Alarm bells rang loudly in Mu Wangzhuo's mind.
To prevent Yuan Jianxing from suddenly throwing a tantrum and hanging up the phone, he immediately gestured with his eyes to the next cubicle, then thoughtfully added, "Focus on the call, I'll watch over him."
With things having developed to this point, even if Yuan Jianxing intended to delay the final step of the interrogation, he had no choice but to deal with the overwhelming phone calls first.
The moment the cubicle door closed, the phone, which had been ringing persistently for almost a minute, finally stopped.
At this point, only Fu Ze and Mu Wangzhuo remained in the room, staring at each other in bewilderment.
"Relax, would you like some water?" Mu Wangzhuo took the initiative to befriend Fu Ze, showing that he was determined to play the good cop to the end.
Of course, putting aside his personal inclination to archive the case as a "suicide," after witnessing the brilliant confrontation between Fu Ze and Yuan Jianxing, Mu Wangzhuo's "admiration" for Fu Ze far outweighed his guilt.
In V City, there are very few people who can withstand the intense pressure from Hara Kenshin and still debate with him so effectively.
At least he couldn't do that.
"No need, drinking water at this time will make my face swell up." Fu Ze said with a forced smile, continuing to maintain his image as a good-looking internet celebrity.
Having been rebuffed, Mu Wangzhuo decided not to make a fool of himself and, as he had just made a promise to Yuan Jianxing, stared at him silently.
"By the way, how much longer are you two going to stay here?" Fu Ze crossed his arms and leaned back slightly against the bay window of the inn. "If you stay any longer, you'll be charged per person and per minute."
Is your fee legitimate? Can it be reimbursed?
Mu Wangzhuo replied in a businesslike tone, "I'm just a heartless messenger caught between two sides; how could I possibly influence the leaders' thoughts?"
Having found a comfortable spot, Fu Ze relaxed his hands, which had been clasped in front of him, and placed them on the bay window, basking in the moonlight pouring down from the sky outside the window in a very relaxed posture.
As he moved, the messy strands of hair that had been falling over his shoulders slid down and became strands, faintly revealing a neck that looked like warm, smooth mutton-fat jade.
Seeing this, Mu Wangzhu blinked somewhat awkwardly.
Unlike Yuan Jianxing, who was conservative to the point of being somewhat old-fashioned, he was a man of passion who believed in the saying "life is short, so enjoy it while you can."
If he previously thought the internet celebrity in front of him was only a B- in terms of looks and appearance, then after savoring the contrast between her personality and her ingratiating and docile appearance, he would very generously give her an A+ rating.
After all, when you have the idea of conquering a wild horse, the value lies in the process of "conquest" itself.
"Wild Horse" suddenly spoke up: "I'd like to ask, does your former chief have a girlfriend?"
In theory, Mu Wangzhuo should have prevented this kind of communication with the suspect...
But this was precisely the topic he was very interested in.
"No."
Fu Ze nodded slightly, feigning an "I knew it" expression, then quickly added, as if realizing something, "Where's your boyfriend?"
"...Are you trying to recommend yourself?"
Mu Wangzhuo was almost moved by the other party's dedication.
With this kind of drive, you'll succeed at whatever you do.
"Of course not." Fu Ze pursed his lips. "I was just wondering who would be so 'lucky' in the future to 'marry' this chief who never comes home at night."
"What do you mean?" Mu Wangzhuo's already high spirits were completely piqued.
Although it's true that he and Hara Mihoshi are good friends, at this moment, he'd love to hear anyone say bad things about Hara Mihoshi.
As the CEO, Hara Kensei is a well-known hot commodity.
With a bright future, handsome looks, and upright character, many celebrities and politicians have tried to match their daughters with this seemingly perfect man.
How could anyone say that being with that person was "lucky"?
That's so interesting! Please tell us more about it.
"First of all, the lofty ideals you hear from others or hear about in news reports can never compare to the reassuring presence you have in your arms."
Perhaps having exhausted his strength in the previous confrontation with Yuan Jianxing, Fu Ze spoke from the bottom of his heart, without any pretense.
"Secondly, life is already as hard as cold rice, making people's lips, teeth, and stomach ache. Does anyone really want to invite such an iceberg who has never said a kind word in his life to stay at home and cool things down?"
Mu Wangzhuo originally wanted to refute Fu Ze's second paragraph about Yuan Jianxing's inability to say nice things, but after thinking about it, he actually couldn't find a single counterexample.
“See?” Fu Ze smiled, seemingly having completely seen through Mu Wangzhuo’s inner thoughts. “This kind of guy, who is so proud that he’s almost hard as a rock, is only suitable to be displayed in a glass case for everyone to see. You’re good, I’m good, everyone’s good.”
...
Mu Wangzhuo suddenly had some doubts.
This young internet celebrity is good-looking, has a charismatic personality, and possesses such excellent eloquence. Given time, he will surely be able to take the top spot in the brothel.
So what reason did he have to go against the head of the brothel?
Although he was chatting casually with Mu Wangzhuo to distract him, Fu Ze's mind was entirely focused on Yuan Jianxing next door.
Using the dim light reflected off the bathroom tiles, Fu Ze precisely observed Yuan Jianxing through the gaps created by the previous fight, as well as the person he was talking to on his phone screen.
Despite the extremely limited visibility, Fu Ze, who was an expert in lip reading, still managed to accurately capture the opening and closing of both parties' lips and silently read out what they were saying.
*
"Good evening, Deputy Director." Yuan Jianxing bowed slightly to the woman on the screen whose eyes had many wrinkles and whose hair was slightly gray.
"It should be called morning at this time," the woman smiled, picked up her large red peony enamel mug, and took a sip.
This classic gesture, combined with her slightly drawn-out tone, gave her an aura of "lying down and waiting to retire."
But without a doubt, these are all illusions.
Otherwise, Mu Wangzhuo would never have been able to contact the other party at this time, and the background behind the other party in the video should not be the adjudication bureau office.
Setting the cup and lid aside, the deputy director clasped his hands together in front of him. "Xingxing, why did you suddenly go to the South District in the middle of the night?"
Seeing the deputy director's obvious question, Yuan Jianxing answered truthfully, "Arrest people."
"Oh, is it about that brothel?" The deputy director pinched his brow, looking troubled. "Look, things had finally calmed down there a few days ago, and then this kind of thing happened, making you work so hard in the middle of the night."
Hara Mihoshi went straight to the point: "Personally, I don't believe that case was a suicide."
"I believe you have your reasons, and there's a very high probability you're right." The deputy director placed his hand back on the table, his eyes sharp, his tone hardening in a departure from his usual persuasive manner. "But I also believe that it's not worth it for you to have worked so hard to get here, only to have someone use something against you because of a case like this, ultimately ruining everything."
Yuan Jianxing remained silent, using silence to refute the other party's point of view.
The deputy director didn't care and said to himself, "According to procedure, the case you are handling is indeed about to be sealed and archived."
Yuan Jianxing's heart tightened, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the deputy director on the other side of the screen slightly raise his palm.
The implication of unquestionable obstruction in this action is quite obvious.
"However, I assure you that once things in L City are settled, you can reopen the case through special procedures. And at that time, all your violations will be overlooked."
The deputy director had already gone this far, so if Yuan Jianxing didn't back down, he would be being ungrateful.
Moreover, he also knew that the deputy director's deeper meaning here was that as long as he could crack the L City case that even the Second Adjudication Bureau couldn't handle, he would be free to do whatever he wanted, and no one would be able to mess with him anymore.
"There are a few things I'd like to discuss with you in person, and I hope to see you within two hours." The deputy director smiled slightly and picked up her peony enamel mug again. "I'm getting old and can't work consecutive shifts, so please understand."
Yuan Jianxing's heart sank completely.
Even through the screen, he couldn't tell whether the deputy director genuinely had something to tell him or was using it as an excuse to force him to go back.
However, these internal and external factors cannot change the fact that he was forcibly recalled.
Given that happiness is often conserved, Fu Ze, who was just a wall away, was using all his strength to suppress the urge to smile.
At this point, the only person who couldn't afford to waste time was Fu Ze, and now it was him and Yuan Jianxing.
*
After hanging up the phone and coming out of the cubicle, Yuan Jianxing did not disappoint Mu Wangzhuo's expectations and turned around and left Fu Ze's room.
Mu Wangzhuo was overjoyed and immediately followed, even waving goodbye to Fu Ze before leaving.
As the saying goes, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend." To put it another way, "anyone who has spoken ill of the same person, regardless of the reason, is a temporary friend."
As he watched the room close up again, Fu Ze, who was already hanging on by a thread, completely lost his strength and collapsed onto the bed as if utterly exhausted.
He touched his forehead and temples and found his hands covered in cold sweat.
We finally got through it...
Perhaps because the pounding of his heart against his eardrums was too noisy, Fu Ze didn't hear the two sentences Yuan Jianxing said to Mu Wangzhuo behind the door—
"When I'm not around, have someone keep an eye on him, and don't let any disturbance slip by."
"Notify me immediately if anything goes wrong."
*
Upon hearing Yuan Jianxing's words, Mu Wangzhuo, who had been baring his teeth and walking briskly, suddenly froze in place, covering his eyes with a hint of despair.
After a while, he lowered his hand, his expression returning to normal, "...No problem, I'll arrange it now."
Although the current situation is not quite what Mu Wangzhuo had imagined, it is still a good start overall.
Moreover, for high-ranking executives like them, it is perfectly permissible to occasionally engage in such impromptu and inexplicable actions.
It's just a little bit of capriciousness with power.
After assigning the relevant personnel, Mu Wangzhuo proactively showed Yuan Jianxing his phone screen, which displayed a series of "Received" messages.
Although both are executives, and Yuan Jianxing's rank is even higher than Mu Wangzhuo's, the two still have different areas of jurisdiction.
At least in the Southern District, Mu Wangzhuo's words carry much more weight than Yuan Jianxing's.
"Thank you." Yuan Jianxing nodded slightly.
"It's not easy to get a thank you from you; this should be written on my epitaph for posterity to admire." Mu Wangzhuo put his phone away, raised his chin, and asked, "What did the deputy director say? They want us to return to headquarters immediately and await orders?"
“Yes, but wait five more minutes.” Yuan Jianxing remained motionless.
These five minutes represent the fastest time it would take for the executive officer, who had just been dispatched by Mu Wangzhuo, to arrive at the scene from the nearest branch office.
Mu Wangzhuo nodded knowingly, secretly clicking his tongue in amazement.
With such meticulous planning, it's no wonder that Yuan Jianxing was able to escape danger time and time again in various deadly crises.
Worried that as soon as he left, Yuan Jianxing would unilaterally break the agreement, rush back to the hotel, and push the little internet celebrity, along with her phone, into the bathtub, Mu Wangzhuo could only stay there, acting as a human buffer.
But just standing there like this is quite boring.
After confirming that no one was around, Mu Wangzhuo began to inquire with Yuan Jianxing about the serious criminal that Yuan Jianxing would be taking over that night.
Gossiping with brothers—oh no, caring for brothers—is everyone's responsibility.
"The deputy director already sent you to supervise me, didn't he grant you access to the relevant files?" Yuan Jianxing refused to lower his IQ to the same level as Mu Wangzhuo and then be defeated by the other party's rich combat experience at that level.
"It's open, but not fully open. Isn't this to prevent unnecessary trouble caused by information gaps, and to compare answers with you?" Caught red-handed, Mu Wangzhuo smiled with narrowed eyes, then completely changed his previous nonsensical demeanor and began to seriously confirm the truth about the Snake Eyes case with Yuan Jianxing.
After all, if the execution file hadn't included a lot of real-life evidence that was absolutely impossible to fake, he would never have believed that such a bizarre thing could happen in real life.
A note from the author:
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Fu Ze: I wonder who will be so "lucky" in the future and "happily marry" this chief who never comes home at night.
The author hesitated, scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and then nodded vigorously: Indeed. [Eating popcorn]
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