But he's far away in the provincial capital, how could he remotely control all of this?
“There’s someone… helping him in Jiaxing.” Zhang Cheng murmured to himself, and a face instantly became clear in his mind.
That seemingly upright man, yet he was the one he personally pushed into the Zhao family…
Chief of the Criminal Investigation Department!
Zhang Jingtao!
"Brother, don't make wild guesses!" Zhao Daming was startled by Zhang Cheng's expression. "Jing Tao isn't that kind of person!"
"Brother, think about it carefully!" Zhang Cheng's voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement. "As long as the province stops investigating Secretary Zhao, with the Zhao family's deep-rooted influence in Jiaxing, Zhao Shijie can return safely!"
"He will take over all the assets left behind by Li Bingyang and the others in the guise of a savior!"
"Who will be the biggest beneficiary at that time?"
Zhao Daming was completely stunned, his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word.
The intricacies involved were beyond his imagination.
"Truly...what amazing skills!" Zhang Cheng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with a chilling aura and a hint of barely perceptible admiration.
Zhao Shijie has no plans to go abroad.
Therefore, he himself, the biggest destabilizing factor, must die.
No wonder Zhang Jingtao was so "kind" as to come and advise me to leave Jiaxing overnight.
That road is the road to hell!
"elder brother."
Zhang Cheng's voice returned to calm, as calm as an abyss.
"Come down with me, I need to make a phone call."
He paused, then added.
"Load the bullet."
"Alright!" Zhao Daming didn't hesitate at all. He reached into his robes with his right hand and gripped the cold gun handle. The crisp click of the mechanism echoed briefly in the room.
The two walked out of the room, one after the other.
The lobby on the first floor was completely empty.
Zhang Cheng picked up the old-fashioned red telephone at the front desk and skillfully dialed a number he knew by heart.
Beep...beep...
The call was connected.
Who is it?
On the other end of the phone, Gao Datong's sleepy voice came through.
A cold smile curved Zhang Cheng's lips. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable command.
"Director Gao, it's me."
"Now, use all your connections to find someone for me."
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