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Chapter 1007 - Chapter 1007: Chapter 107: Making Things Difficult for Each Other

Chapter 1007: Chapter 107: Making Things Difficult for Each Other

Some preference for antiques? Feng Jun’s mouth twitched, and he gently spat out two words, “Bastard!”

Yu Zhiyuan glanced at him, “What, you thought of something?”

“Nothing,” Feng Jun pondered for a moment but eventually shook his head, “He doesn’t think I have antiques here, does he?”

What he had in mind was the incident that had occurred earlier, but the death of Bai Chuanmu would always cause trouble if it got out, so he decisively chose not to mention it.

Yu Zhiyuan looked at him suspiciously. His intuition told him that this guy wasn’t telling the whole truth, but… the other’s explanation seemed plausible, “If you think of anything, you can contact me directly.”

After finishing the conversation with him, Feng Jun turned around and called Xu Mansha, “Have you heard of Zhuang Shuai?”

“Zhuang Shuai… never heard of him,” Xu Mansha spoke with confusion, “What does he do?”

Their conversation was actually under surveillance, and it wasn’t just Feng Jun who was being monitored. “Zhuang Shuai” had become a keyword; as long as someone mentioned it, they might be detected.

Feng Jun also thought that the call might not be very secure, so he answered vaguely, “Maybe… a colleague of yours?”

Once Xu Mansha heard his tone, she guessed that he might be having difficulty speaking freely.

Her line of work itself was not aboveboard, so she was particularly sensitive to these matters and responded with a laugh, “That name sounds fake at a glance. But it’s common for us in this line of work to use pseudonyms… Do you have his photo?”

“Would an ID photo work?” On the day of the incident, Feng Jun hadn’t taken a photo of that guy.

Xu Mansha added Feng Jun on Weixin, and after receiving the photo, there was no more news from her.

However, an hour later, she sent back a message, “Smith has seen him… says he seems to have a good relationship with an American-Chinese surnamed Bai.”

As soon as Feng Jun saw this, he understood; it was indeed the aftermath of that incident.

He was eager to start investigating as soon as possible, but it wasn’t feasible. Elder Yu was involved in too many complicated dealings, and who knows how many people were watching this place–just the local police alone were not few.

In fact, as soon as the conversation between the two was monitored, someone immediately suggested, “Shall we go find Xu Mansha for some information?”

Luckily, someone promptly stopped them, “Don’t be impulsive. Elder Yu is still counting on them for treatment. If they knew we were eavesdropping on them, what would become of it? Moreover, with both the American-Chinese and Smith involved… what if it leads to an international dispute?”

That afternoon, Elder Yu finally, with others’ support, shakily stepped out of the car. Although he didn’t walk far, he still stood for over two minutes. His recovery rate was astonishing.

The next day, Zhengyang City finally signed a letter of intent for land transfer. The acquiring party was a company called “Shengyuan Culture,” which promised to develop a Cultural Town on this land.

Shengyuan Culture, a newly registered company, managed to acquire such a piece of land, which suggests how irregular the process was. But… with the Funiu Yu Family and the Gu Family involved, did they need to follow any procedures to get a piece of land in Zhengyang?

A mere IOU is enough for others to receive the land.

And that wasn’t all. Before the letter of intent was signed, Baixing Town had already started the relocation process–the town and district had already declared their support, as this was a project highly regarded by the provincial government, involving industrial transformation and the development of cultural tourism.

Another day later, Yu Zhiyuan sent someone to deliver fifty million in cash, contacting Feng Jun, “If you think cash is too much, gold is also available.”

“…” Feng Jun was silent for a long while before finally speaking bluntly, “Contact Zhang Weihong. I only want cash.”

The next day at noon, someone came to the manor asking to see Feng Jun, claiming to be Xu Mansha from the capital.

After the gatekeeper reported it, Feng Jun replied, “Let her wait. I will send someone to pick her up.”

The person sent to receive her was Shen Qingyi. When Xu Mansha saw her, she recalled the trip to Kunlun earlier in the year and didn’t even dare to speak.

It wasn’t until she saw Feng Jun and he activated the anti-eavesdropping device that she revealed her purpose.

That Zhuang Shuai, seen by Smith three times, was almost certainly closely related to Bai Mu.

The one who knew about Zhuang Shuai and Bai Mu’s relationship best was probably Li Xiaomao, but Li had been beaten and had his legs broken by Smith a few days ago–without Kunlun’s protection, he was nothing in Smith’s eyes.

In the past few days, Smith had been searching everywhere for Li Xiaomao, wanting to find out who this Zhuang Shuai was.

In his memory, others referred to Zhuang Shuai as Wang Guang or Xiao Wang–of course, the use of pseudonyms was all too common.

The pity was, after Li Xiaomao had his legs broken, he stayed in the hospital for two days, then his whereabouts became unknown, and nobody could find him.

What Smith could confirm was that Zhuang Shuai, who went by the alias Wang Guang, was involved in smuggling antiques, and most of the time he took custom orders–it seemed he had a connection to a higher up, specifically handling this kind of business. Moreover, the direction of smuggling was mostly toward Ni Hong.

What Xu Mansha didn’t understand was why Feng Jun would think to ask about such a person. However, with Master Feng’s word, both she and Smith didn’t dare neglect the matter. Since Li Xiaomao could not be found, she took the initiative to come to Luohua Manor to explain.

Feng Jun recounted the story of the manor drawing in thieves and also revealed that Zhuang Shuai had died from cyanide poisoning.

Upon hearing this, Xu Mansha’s face turned white. “Master Feng, it must be Bai Mu’s accomplice…”

“I also have this guess,” Feng Jun nodded slightly, “Director Yang went out for business. You can meet with her this afternoon and talk about the situation… You haven’t casually mentioned Bai Chuanmu’s death, have you?”

“Where would I dare to say?” Xu Mansha shook her head. In fact, she really didn’t care about it. Bai Chuanmu’s suicide was tied to the karma of Kunlun–anyway, Kunlun wasn’t afraid of being the scapegoat, so she felt there was absolutely no need to bother about this person.

As they were talking, Li Shishi walked in, “Boss, Elder Yu said he wants to move into the villa today.”

Feng Jun shook his head helplessly, “He really can’t wait.”

But since he had promised Yu Zhiyuan and the other party had done two things well, then it was okay to let him move in.

That noon, the bus Elder Yu was on drove into the yard, and they began to move things in, in big and small bags.

“Stop right there,” Gazi mercilessly blocked the two security guards and the health doctor, “Toiletries and personal items can be brought in, but other things… are not allowed to be moved into the room.”

Xu Lei Gang stepped forward to mediate, “Gazi, some essential medical equipment is still needed.”

However, the reason Gazi was called Gazi was for a reason. He straightforwardly said, “Brother Lei Gang, you know about the incident from a couple of days ago. Our manor has already been nearly figured out by others; we can’t go without precautions anymore.”

His words were… Xu Lei Gang wanted to object, but he didn’t know how to phrase it. He couldn’t just say ‘Give me some face, will you?’

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, “Gazi, the old man needs to be ready for emergency treatment at any time.”

Lu Xiaoning stiffened his neck, “If he needs emergency treatment at any time, then he should stay on the bus, why bother staying in the room?”

Xu Lei Gang got a bit anxious, “Why are you so stubborn? Living in the house is definitely more comfortable than on the bus.”

“Living in your own home is definitely more comfortable than being in a hospital,” Gazi was not sold, “People still need to stay in the hospital when they get sick.”

“Alright, no need to argue,” Elder Yu intervened from the side, “Are you Zhu Renxia’s youngest son? Thick lips just like your dad… I’m already well, no need for the equipment to be moved.”

“It must be moved,” the health doctor stood firm at the critical moment, this responsibility was heavy, “How about I ask Brother Three to see what he says?”

“Eh, you’ve learned to make decisions for me now?” Elder Yu glared at him fiercely, yet glare as he might, curse as he might, he couldn’t really object to whatever the health doctor decided, “No need to look for Zhi Cai, he’s busy with things… just find Zhi Yuan.”

“It’s useless to find anyone,” once Gazi started, who could be in his eyes? “Either you take your stuff up there, or you drive away… Brother Jun has told you, right? Those who don’t obey will not be catered to!”

“Wow,” Elder Yu glanced at him and started laughing, “Young man, you really remind me of myself when I was young.”

“I don’t understand anything,” Gazi said expressionlessly, “only that the sky is big, the earth is big, but the rules are the biggest.”

In his view, Elder Yu has Elder Yu’s rules, and the manor has the manor’s rules. When the rules clash, it’s going to be about who conforms to whom–if you want to live in the manor, of course you must conform to our rules.

The health doctor still wanted to say something, but Elder Yu spoke, “This kid is already called Gazi, what more truth do you need?”

In any case, it was just a simple clash of principles. Seeing this, the doctor and the security guards could only accept it–they wanted to insist, but Luohua Manor had already broken too many related rules, and now, breaking one more didn’t make much difference.

But because of this, two cars were permanently parked at the entrance of the manor, one of which was a police car.

And then… other inconvenient aspects began to gradually emerge.

The very next day, a cargo truck carrying Boiler Camel Motorcycles from Chaoyang was stopped outside the mountain gate.

No matter how the two guards at the gate explained, ten trucks loaded with strange machinery had to undergo a strict inspection–after all, these were all metal products, too easy to hide something.

The convoy certainly would not agree to let the other side inspect–because they wanted to take things apart to check.

On our side, we also did not trouble them. If you don’t want to be inspected, then just don’t enter the manor.

Both parties were actually quite restrained, but the situation got stiff anyway.

It was only after Xu Lei Gang came out and said that our manor has a constant need for such machinery for years, so give me some face, and don’t check.

He was the only one who could say this, as it wouldn’t work if anyone else spoke up. After all, he is Zhu Renxia’s son and is also considered a second generation within the system.

When the security saw him stepping in, they knew they couldn’t continue to insist, but they still had to check–just not disassembling.

If they weren’t disassembling, the inspection would be very straightforward, just a casual glance.

But when this news reached Gazi’s ears, he was unhappy, feeling that the security was deliberately finding Luohua’s fault–blocking the entrance with such an inspection was really too imposing!

There was no helping it, people from small places are like this, believing that blocking someone’s door is a great offense to the host.

Not to mention rural areas, even in small towns, there are many households with their own entrances–if someone blocked the main gate, they would have to wait for the property management to coordinate.

So when he heard that a girl, claiming to be Yu Zhi Yuan’s daughter, wanted to enter the manor, he directly told the guards at the gate, “Let her wait!”

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