Chapter 686 Breakthrough Feng Mu? ! !
Zhang Deming paused, picked up the cold tea, and poured it into the trash can beside him, saying coldly:
"You won't have another chance. Believe me, in District 9, he has ten thousand ways to shut you up.
At that time, no matter what kind of evidence you have, no matter how conclusive it is, it will be useless as long as you can't speak.
You are just a small commissioner, even if you are now the person in charge of the case.
This is not how you play the Game of Thrones."
Zheng Geng was silent for a moment, then his voice deepened:
"It's certainly not enough for me to rely on myself, but isn't this... I still need your help, Councillor?
You don't need to be there in person, you just need to provide me with some information at the critical moment, or... when my mouth is about to be covered, open a gap for me so that I can speak out."
Zhang Deming frowned. Of course he would "help" Zheng Geng, otherwise he would not have cooperated with him in acting just now.
But he would never make a promise easily, especially when the other party needed something from him.
It is a politician's instinct to take as much as possible and gain the greatest benefit in a transaction.
He sighed softly, his voice becoming vague and a little embarrassed:
"But why should I help you? My struggle with Wang Xinfa is between him and me, a game between two councillors.
Even if I want to defeat him, I will use my own methods and rhythm, taking steady steps. As for you..."
He looked Zheng Geng up and down, his tone contemptuous:
"You're just a small-time specialist in the maintenance department. What right do you have to negotiate a 'deal' with me?"
Zheng Geng looked at Zhang Deming's pretentious and arrogant attitude, and felt a surge of frustration and anger in his heart that almost burst out.
This is one of the reasons why he has always been unwilling to join any faction and would rather waste time in the Maintenance Department.
He couldn't stand the fact that most of the work was done by people like him who were at the forefront, but the final benefits and fruits of victory were basically taken away by the bigwigs who were good at calculating.
But he didn't have the capital to attack, he needed this amulet, at least now.
He gritted his teeth, a hint of humiliation and determination flashing in his eyes.
The next second, he suddenly stood up from the sofa. This action seemed a bit abrupt, causing Zhang Deming to raise his eyebrows slightly.
Then, under Zhang Deming's slightly surprised gaze, Zheng Geng bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground with a "thump".
"I'm sorry, Councillor. I said the wrong thing. I'm not qualified to negotiate a deal with you. I'm begging you to help me. I won't let you down."
He lowered his head and his voice came out from the depths of his throat, with a hoarseness that was suppressed to the extreme.
Zhang Deming was obviously stunned. He really didn't expect that this mad dog who looked so stubborn and stubborn, and even dared to openly bite the parliamentarians in the meeting, would kneel down to him so easily.
He dared to bite his mortal enemy Wang Xinfa, but here he knelt down in front of me. This extreme contrast instantly maximized the emotional value.
Zhang Deming suddenly felt relaxed all over, as if he had drunk a glass of ice drink in the hottest days of summer, and every pore felt refreshed.
His face quickly changed to one of fake surprise. He leaned towards Zheng Geng, stretched out his hand, pretending to help him up, and sighed:
"Hey, Commissioner Zheng, what are you doing? Get up quickly, get up quickly."
He used a little force on his hands and pulled Zheng Geng up from the ground.
"Never mind, I'm a soft-hearted person. I like to support young people who are motivated and have ideas.
Seeing that you are so determined, I will... do my best to protect you."
He sighed, his tone sounding very helpless, as if he had made a very difficult decision, and patted Zheng Geng's arm:
"However, we have something to say in advance. I can only protect you until this case is over.
Once the case is solved, the special commissioner is found, or the upper city reaches a final conclusion, my protection will end. The future path...you still have to walk it alone."
Zheng Geng felt the powerless support, and the humiliation in his heart became even stronger, but he endured it and stood up from the ground, screaming madly in his heart:
"Just bear with it for a while. Once I'm firmly established, I won't need anyone to protect me anymore!"
Zhang Deming waited for Zheng Geng to sit down again, and a kind smile returned to his face, as if the kneeling scene had never happened.
He cleverly changed the subject and asked casually, as if chatting with friends:
"Speaking of which, Commissioner Zheng, I'm a little curious. Wang Xinfa...did he offend you somewhere before? Or is there some other reason why you're so obsessed with him?
From the look of you today, it doesn't seem like you're here just to solve the case."
Zheng Geng shook his head and answered with unusual directness, admitting his ambition:
"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you, Councillor. I don't want to continue wasting my time and life in a low-paying job like the Maintenance Department.
This case is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. I want to solve it, make a great contribution, and then... change departments, change my life."
Zhang Deming raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Oh? Which department do you want to work in?"
Zheng Geng, however, did not hesitate, having already prepared his words, his eyes burning:
"Hasn't the position of Chief of the Patrol Station been vacant for a long time? Do you think... am I suitable for it?"
Zhang Deming was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing as if he had heard something extremely interesting, and his laughter echoed in the spacious office.
He seemed to understand a little bit why Zheng Geng was biting Li Shang and Wang Xinfa like a mad dog.
Li Shang is the strongest contender for the position of Chief of the Police Station, and Wang Xinfa is Li Shang's biggest backer.
Without bringing them down, there is no way he can compete for that position.
As for overthrowing a powerful legislator and then taking his place overnight, Zhang Deming has not subconsciously thought about it.
This is too fantastic!
Over the years in District 9, under the complex power structure, the only person who has actually done such a thing is Wang Xinfa.
It was a miracle created by countless coincidences, the general trend and his own ruthlessness.
How could it be possible for Zheng Geng, a mere man with no foundation and relying only on his madness, to succeed?
Zhang Deming laughed a few times, then his expression gradually turned serious. He leaned forward, tapping his knees unconsciously with his fingers, and brought the topic back to reality:
“It’s a good idea, and it’s a good thing for young people to dare to think and act.
However, Wang Xinfa is not easy to deal with. Li Shang will definitely be protected by him like an eyeball, making it even more difficult for him to move. So, what are your specific plans next?"
In fact, Zheng Geng was extremely reluctant to reveal the details of his plan to anyone, as that would make him feel passive and uneasy.
But he understood that if he wanted to gain a certain degree of support from Zhang Deming, rather than just verbal "protection", he had to demonstrate his own value and... a certain degree of "controllability".
He needs to make the other party believe that he is a knife that can hurt the enemy but not hurt himself for the time being.
He thought for a moment and replied:
"Member, you are right. Councillor Wang Xinfa or Li Shang have already become alert and it is not appropriate to take any action for the time being.
So I plan to adopt a roundabout strategy, starting from the peripheral and inconspicuous places, looking for evidence bit by bit, and then finally weave these evidences together to lock them up one by one."
As he spoke, he took out his cell phone, swiped his fingers quickly, and opened a recent text message from a subordinate.
The message was short, consisting of only one line: [Specialist, Second Warden Feng Mu and Captain Li Shang have a close personal relationship, which may be a serious suspicion and deserves attention.]
He turned the phone screen towards Zhang Deming, pointed at the message, and said seriously:
“I think we can start with this person.
A mere prison guard from the Second Prison is neither noticeable nor important at this critical moment. He is easy to control and is a very suitable first step to make a breakthrough.
What do you think?
Zheng Geng's eyes were cold and focused, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey from the dark, as if he had already seen the process of how to start from this tiny gap and eventually tear the entire giant beast into pieces.
Zhang Deming listened to Zheng Geng's description of the plan. He had to admit that this young commissioner, apart from his desperate ambition and madness, did have some brains and means.
Especially the breakthrough point chosen by the other party was exactly what he wanted.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about Feng Mu. Zhang Deming is in a high position and has a lot of things to do every day. How could he know who Feng Mu is?
He thought the breakthrough point in the Second Prison was a good one.
Although Zhang Deming still doesn't think Zheng Geng will be Wang Xinfa's opponent from the bottom of his heart, even if he can't defeat Wang Xinfa, it would be good if he can help him grab the [Octagon Cage Plan].
He didn't lose money on this deal anyway.
Thinking of this, he said no more, but gently raised his right hand and tapped the smooth table surface twice with the joint of his index finger, neither lightly nor heavily.
"Knock, knock."
The sound is crisp.
Almost immediately, the door was pushed open from the outside and secretary Jia Weijia walked in briskly.
He looked straight ahead, with just the right amount of respect on his face, and glanced at the empty teacup on the coffee table with great tact.
He walked forward silently, picked up the purple clay teapot beside him, tilted the spout slightly, and poured the clear tea soup with wisps of hot steam into the cup accurately, filling it to just 70% full.
After doing all this, Jia Weijia let his hands hang naturally, bowed slightly, and stood quietly by the side, like a silent piece of furniture, waiting for the next instruction.
Zhang Deming picked up the teacup, blew on it gently, and said softly:
"I don't know much about investigating cases, but your idea sounds good. Hmm... If Commissioner Zheng needs any help coordinating or handling any minor issues, Wei Jia, you can help handle them."
Upon hearing this, Jia Weijia showed no surprise or doubt on his face. He just nodded slightly at Zheng Geng who was sitting opposite him.
Zhang Deming then took a sip of tea, feeling the fragrance spreading in his mouth, and then smiled and gestured to Zheng Geng, his tone seeming a little more casual than before:
"Drink tea! The flavor of this pot is finally coming out."
Zheng Geng quickly picked up the teacup again, still in his hearty drinking posture, and drank the valuable tea in the cup in one gulp. Then he stood up and said goodbye:
"Thank you for the tea and advice, Councillor. I won't bother you any further. I'll take my leave now."
Zhang Deming smiled and nodded, but did not stand up to see him off.
Jia Weijia glanced at Zhang Deming, and Zhang Deming raised his chin almost imperceptibly.
Jia Weijia immediately understood what he meant, and slowly left the room, closing the office door gently.
Outside the door, Zheng Geng was waiting obediently, standing on the dimly lit side of the corridor.
Jia Weijia didn't exchange any extra greetings, nor did he even ask Zheng Geng about his specific needs. He just skillfully took out an exquisite business card holder from the inside pocket of his ironed suit.
The business card is made of ordinary material and is plain white in color. It only has a bare name and a private communication code on it, without any title or position.
He handed his business card to Zheng Geng and said only one sentence to him the entire time, his voice reserved and distant:
"If you have something to do, contact him. If he can't do it, contact me."
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Feng Mu had no idea that he had been secretly targeted, and he had no idea that the main reason the other party targeted him was because he and Li Shang were good friends.
However, even if he knew it in advance, given his personality, he might not feel too wronged.
After all, he and Li Shang are indeed good friends with a deep relationship.
A friendship made of gold, a friendship worth life.
I am the only one who gets into trouble and drags my friends into it, but I don’t allow my friends to get into trouble and drag me into it?
There is no such thing in the world. Feng Mu is not such a hypocritical person.
He is a reasonable man. In his opinion, true friends should share happiness and misfortune, and live and die together.
In short, your friend's trouble is your own trouble.
Because, only in this way can the power of friends become one's own power naturally, and the main point is that there is no distinction between each other.
At this moment, in the Second Prison, in Feng Mu's office.
Feng Mu had just finished a heart-to-heart talk with Qin Liang and Bai Ye.
He carefully cared about the two's recent situation, whether it was difficulties at work or troubles in life, whether it was their own conditions or the difficulties their families might encounter.
Feng Mudu showed meticulous, almost family-like care.
His tone was gentle and his eyes showed genuine concern, as if he was keeping every detail of their lives close to his heart.
During the conversation, Feng Mu patted Qin Liang's shoulder affectionately and said with a smile:
"Old Qin, relax, isn't your daughter equivalent to my daughter?
"I'll take care of her transfer. It's a small matter, don't worry about it. Come on, smile. It's not like you to look sad."
He paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and added in a very natural tone,
“By the way, I have prepared a new ‘gift’ for you and have stored it in the old cabinet.
Remember to check it out when you get back later, I guarantee you’ll like it.”
If an outsider who doesn't know the truth hears this conversation for the first time, he or she might mistakenly think that this so-called "old cabinet" is a public locker in a shopping mall or station.
Just like in some movies and TV shows, you put a bag full of cash or contraband in a numbered locker, then tell your friend the password and let them take it away.
Then you have greatly misunderstood the deep friendship between Feng Mu and Qin Liang.
(End of this chapter)
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