Inside the car.
Zhang Jianhao was dressed in a brand-new black suit, with shiny leather shoes on his feet. His hair was combed in a side part, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face. He kept fiddling with his tie.
This outfit cost over 130 yuan. Zhang Cheng had prepared it for Li Fuguo and the others, including Zhang Danao and Li Qiming who were far away in Funing; ten sets were packed in the trunk.
"Brother, this tie... it's so tight I can't breathe!" Li Fuguo said, tugging at his tie with a pained expression.
Zhang Jianhao, with his neck outstretched, lectured him: "Fuguo, from now on, stop saying 'I, I, I'll say 'I,' understand? You need to get rid of that rustic accent of yours!"
Li Fuguo pursed his lips but did not refute.
Zhang Jianhao looked at Zhang Cheng, who was driving: "Brother, you've struck it rich this time. How about we buy a car and drive it around?"
Zhang Cheng glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "A Santana costs over 300,000 yuan, do you think it's necessary now?"
"This...this is so expensive?" Zhang Jianhao's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "My goodness, over 300,000 yuan! That's enough to buy so many cows and marry so many wives!"
Meanwhile, in Funing County.
Nanyang Street Police Station, second-floor office.
Zhao Daming chain-smoked, the air thick with smoke. A document lay open on the table—a letter of assistance from the Jiaxing police.
The murder cases of Zhou Long and Jiang Jingtang were combined and processed yesterday. Preliminary investigations have raised suspicions that point to Zhang Cheng.
The authorities in Jiaxing requested that Zhang Cheng go there to cooperate with the investigation.
Zhao Daming used the excuse that Zhang Cheng was not in Funing but had gone to Shanghai to temporarily evade the matter. But this matter could not be delayed for long.
Jiaxing police currently have no direct evidence. Zhang Jingtao privately stated over the phone that it was just a routine inquiry. However, Zhao Daming sensed from his tone that things were probably not so simple.
We need to hide. We can only let Zhang Cheng hide for now.
As long as Zhang Cheng doesn't return to Jiaxing, and there's no direct witness testimony or physical evidence, Jiaxing can't do anything to him. As for the statement, the Nanyang Street Police Station can handle it for him.
At the same time, at the Jiefang Street Police Station.
Director Hu Bingyang also had a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Just now, Deputy Director Zhong Te led twelve police officers out the door in a flurry of activity.
Hu Bingyang didn't ask, but he knew who Zhong Te was targeting. He had also seen the letter of assistance from Jiaxing.
"Sigh." Hu Bingyang stubbed out his cigarette, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and muttered under his breath, "Secretary Liu is really unlucky to have such a son-in-law."
Jiaxing couldn't produce any concrete evidence, only saying they would cooperate with the investigation. But Zhong Te, that idiot, was in such a hurry to arrest them.
If they're really arrested, should you hand them over or not? If you hand them over, what will become of Funing County's reputation? If you don't, you'll be bombarded with letters from Jiaxing every day, driving them crazy.
This mess is something most people would avoid like the plague, but only someone as brainless as Zhong Te would plunge in headfirst, thinking it's a meritorious deed. Hu Bingyang shook his head and picked up the teacup on the table.
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