Chapter 169 Is It Real?
At eight o'clock the next morning, Chen Qing walked out of the Municipal Bureau.
Her cell phone was left by Wei Yin at Yindengguan, so she couldn't take a taxi. She had cash lent to her by the staff, so she could only stand at the intersection to hail a taxi.
The weather was cool today. Chen Qing stood in the shade and soon started sneezing.
She rubbed her nose and looked up. There was a black Bentley parked under the willow tree opposite. The window reflected the willow branches swaying in the wind, and she couldn't see who was inside.
Chen Qing suddenly became nervous and repeated in her mind what Zheng Yuan had taught her.
Yan Baiqing indeed has an informant in the Municipal Bureau. He should be keeping a close eye on the incident at Yindeng Pass and keeping track of the developments, otherwise he would not have rushed over so quickly.
After a long time, the passenger door opened and Secretary Yan Baiqing walked towards her.
"Ms. Chen." The secretary bowed. "Mr. Yan is on his way. I'd like to give you a ride wherever you're going."
Chen Qing wiped the sweat off his face with his hands behind his back. "If he has official business, then don't bother him. I've been in there for two days and two nights, and I'm afraid I'll dirty Mr. Yan's car. I'll go home and clean it up, and I'll meet him another day."
It would be inappropriate for her to refuse at this moment. Being too eager would seem fake. If she pulled it a little, at least it wouldn't arouse suspicion.
The secretary smiled and said, "I don't dare to spread such words. Why don't you tell Mr. Yan in person, Ms. Chen?"
Chen Qing hesitated for a moment, walked to the opposite side and knocked on the rear window.
In the end, she didn't wait for the car window to roll down. When the car door popped open, she pursed her lips and moved to the crack of the door, "Mr. Yan."
The man was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves folded neatly, fitting snugly against his muscular forearms.
He glanced up and down, smiled faintly, "It seems nothing serious has happened."
Chen Qing's scalp tingled. "I'm sorry, I had no one to turn to for help at that time."
"Is this the only reason?"
She curled her fingers hidden in her blind spot and hummed.
Yan Baiqing was silent for a while, then moved to the other side of the seat and said, "Come up."
"I--"
"Qing'er, come up and talk, okay."
Chen Qing took a deep breath and bent down to sit down.
Yan Baiqing looked ahead, "Where are you going?"
"Chen Garden."
The air pressure in the car suddenly dropped.
Chen Qing looked at the shadows of trees and tall buildings flying outside the window and mustered up his courage. "Did you go there that day?"
"Do you want me to go?"
"No."
Yan Baiqing tilted his head, his eyes slightly inquiring, "Why?"
Chen Qing smiled, "I thought you would stop me."
He still asked, "Why?"
"When Jiang Jingyan got into trouble, Master Xiao didn't let me get involved. I'm afraid you're the same way."
"Besides that."
She shook her head, her eyes pure and innocent.
Yan Baiqing suddenly laughed and handed over a handkerchief, "Qing'er, wipe the sweat off your face."
Chen Qing was calm and composed, wiping her forehead and neck casually. Somehow, she felt that Yan Baiqing's attitude was a little strange.
"Have you met Miss Zhang?"
She was stunned. "Yes, I'm sorry. I was anxious at the time and worried that Wei Yin wouldn't cooperate, so I had no choice but to use the Dahongmen Theater incident to pressure her. If Miss Zhang is angry, I can apologize."
Yan Baiqing didn't say anything and remained silent all the way.
Fortunately, Chen Qing arrived at Chen Garden safely. She turned around and said, "I lost my phone. I'll contact you after I get a replacement SIM card to apologize to Miss Zhang."
When getting out of the car, Yan Baiqing grabbed her wrist.
The scorching body temperature burned Chen Qing's sanity. Her chest heaved as she stared at him, "Mr. Yan?"
"You said 'sorry' twice after you met me. Did you really mean it?"
"sincere."
He clenched his fist with a moderate strength, "When you asked me to save you, were you sincere?"
Chen Qing blinked. "When you called, Wei Yin snatched my phone and tried to delete the evidence about Dahongmen. I was scared."
The man waited quietly for her to continue. Clouds blocked out much of the light, and his face darkened for a moment. Strong emotions surged in his eyes, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.
She looked straight at him, not dodging or avoiding, "So it's sincere."
Yan Baiqing paused, with an ambiguous smile on his face, "If I save you, how are you going to explain to Jingyan that I broke the rules of leaving the province because of your phone call?"
"Mr. Yan is his senior brother. I believe you mean well."
His smile widened, "Kind?"
"Why else?"
"Yes, why?" Yan Baiqing lowered his eyes, looking lonely, and let go of her, "Have a good rest."
The car drove away.
Chen Qing stood there, sweat on his back soaking through his clothes.
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At night, plainclothes officers outside the mansion brought in a computer.
On the screen were several leaders from the anti-smuggling team and Zhounan. Zheng Yuan took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. "The latest news is that the supplier is Huang Hao, and the supplier who transferred him has a close relationship with him."
Jiang Jingyan stared at the screen, a sinister look between his brows, and said with a firm tone, "You should make arrangements. Yan Baiqing will most likely not show up, and the time and place will not change."
"Don't be too absolute. Can't he just let Huang Hao fight in the front?"
He mused, dusting off his cigarette ashes. "Huang Hao isn't fighting on the front lines; he's the sacrificial lamb."
There was complete silence.
Zheng Yuan frowned. "According to our undercover agent, this shipment is a full 20 tons, worth 60 million. Yan Baiqing and Huang Hao must have such a deep hatred for each other that they would give up such a huge piece of meat to cheat him."
"There is a grudge." Jiang Jing spoke slowly, so slowly that everyone thought he had something else to say.
I waited for a long time, but he didn't say anything.
Zheng Yuan saw that he was not comfortable talking, so he made the final decision, "That's it, you wait for the news."
The other units finalized the details of the crackdown. After forty minutes of discussion, they logged off. Zheng Yuan casually took off his shirt. "Sixty million, are you sure you're right? Yan Baiqing took this risk just to get Huang Hao involved? What good would that do him?"
Jiang Jingyan finished one cigarette and lit another in frustration, "Why do you care so much?"
"I'm curious, how did you see through his thoughts? What kind of enemy would let him suffer this? The hatred of having his wife stolen? The revenge of having his father killed? Hey, you are his junior fellow apprentice, does he have a woman?" Zheng Yuan made random guesses, not noticing that the man on the other side of the screen had a gloomy face that was unbearable to look at.
The supplier of that batch of goods from Zhounan was Huang Hao. Not to mention them, even Jiang Jingyan didn't expect it.
Yan Baiqing did it on purpose this time. In order to deal with the last time Huang Hao kidnapped Chen Qing, he abandoned the 60 million worth of goods, including the supply chain, so that Huang Hao could be brought to justice.
When Zheng Yuan asked why he was able to manipulate so many people at his fingertips without sparing any expense, Jiang Jingyan could only think of one reason.
For Chen Qing.
He held the cigarette between his teeth and grinded it vigorously. "Zheng Yuan, what's wrong with your brain?"
Zheng Yuan was stunned. "Why are you scolding me for no reason? You're still angry. I've already apologized to my sister-in-law."
"After this trip, hurry up and file the marriage report. Use your brain."
"I haven't even been in a relationship, why would I file a marriage report?"
"They're acting according to plan." Jiang Jingyan calmly put out his cigarette butt. "You should set up an emergency plan."
"Okay, where is it? Another dock?"
"Cuiyin Manor in the south of the continent."
The screen flickered, and Zheng Yuan's eyes widened. His voice changed in surprise, "Cuiyin? Mr. Meng's private residence? You suspect him?"
Jiang Jingyan suddenly pushed the ashtray away, his face darkened, and he hummed.
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