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Chapter 872 - Chapter 872 Chapter 872 The Difficult Gate

Chapter 872: Chapter 872: The Difficult Gate Chapter 872: Chapter 872: The Difficult Gate All the students present knew there really wasn’t any drug use, but everyone was a bit overexcited from drinking and inevitably ended up in a heated debate.

The police, seeing their condition was a bit off, although they knew it might be due to drinking, still conducted a check on the scene, and found “ice” in a handbag.

And that handbag just happened to belong to Xiang Song, the birthday boy.

No need to say anything else, just bring him into the police station for investigation, and things like a urine test definitely needed to be done.

Nobody noticed a massive butterfly quietly flying away in the dark night.

Feng Jun had intended to directly frame Xiang Song with the sea lure drug he had brought back from Siam, but after arriving in the capital, he happened to discover that someone was selling drugs, not wanting to be too extreme, he simply used the Thousand Faces Technique and bought some in disguise.

Moreover, he had Hua Hua stuff the drugs into the other party’s handbag, controlling the quantity to just hit the red line.

Xiang Song swore an oath, saying I really didn’t do such a thing, but why would the police care? They said they would inform the school first.

Hearing this, Xiang Song truly became frightened. Although he might not depend on his diploma to earn a living, and the repercussions might not remain in his files for long, the rumors… would at least sound pretty bad.

So he expressed, I hope to call my father, he can prove my innocence.

The police in the capital had seen a lot, fully understanding the principle of “watch the owner when beating the dog,” and there were just too many influential people in the capital. Making a call didn’t count for much–it also let everyone clearly understand just how powerful this person was.

When Mayor Xiang received this call, he was immediately alarmed and after asking his son a few questions, he understood, “I know you’re being framed, there are bad apples among your classmates.”

In truth, he couldn’t be 100% sure that his son had never used drugs, after all, as the mayor, he had too many daily responsibilities and couldn’t manage his son’s every move, but based on scattered observations and experience, he felt his son was innocent.

Was it the work of a romantic rival? Mayor Xiang felt this was a likely possibility. Children at school, having such irreconcilable enemies to the extent of framing someone like this?

But in the next moment, he finally reacted–what if they were targeting me instead?

Mayor Xiang had friends in the capital too, and at this critical juncture, he wouldn’t hesitate to tap into these connections. Quickly, he received news that it was Yuan Zihao’s eldest daughter’s assistant who had reported his son.

He also had people inquire at that police station about how much it would cost to bail his son out. However, the station’s response was very blunt–drug use by a master’s student had too severe an impact, considering the environment he was in, it was truly chilling, and there were international students at the school.

This matter definitely needed to be thoroughly investigated. Such things happening right under the Son of Heaven’s nose couldn’t simply be resolved with money.

What was worse, the police believed that drug use was always coupled with AIDS, so they would also initiate an AIDS investigation at the school.

Wasn’t that a bit too severe? Mayor Xiang wasn’t too worried about the “drug use” accusation; as long as it wasn’t enough to be charged with trafficking, these bad records wouldn’t be hard to erase, but AIDS… that could ruin someone’s life.

He immediately sought to coordinate a solution, but it was no use. Even though Yuan Zihao had already retired, he had once been a minister, his rank was two levels above Mayor Xiang, and he had worked in governmental departments, his connections in the capital were far more extensive than Mayor Xiang could imagine.

He even went as far as to contact Yuan Zihao’s eldest daughter–it really wasn’t that complicated. On Earth, just six degrees of separation could connect anyone to the president of Merrick; how big could the official circles of Huaxia be?

He wanted to know why Yuan Zihao’s eldest daughter targeted his son so specifically.

The woman sent word through the intermediary–that was my assistant’s doing, what does it have to do with me?!

With the conversation ending there, there was nothing further Mayor Xiang could do. He was clear on this, and immediately contacted his secretary, “Find me the phone number for Luohua Manor.”

Feng Jun was well hidden; well, actually, it was that the Mayor himself never thought about dealing with Luohua Manor–after all, they were planning on acquiring their land, why would he contact them?

The secretary then had a tough task, asking around and finally obtaining Li Shishi’s contact number, but by the time the call was made, it was already half-past midnight.

Li Shishi was actually a night owl, not sleeping until two or three in the morning was normal, often missing others’ calls in the morning. If this were another company, she probably would have been severely scolded by her boss, perhaps even harshly punished.

But Luohua Manor was different; people always sought the Manor, and Luohua never had to seek anyone else; ensuring not to miss important calls was sufficient.

When the call came, she was awake–watching a drama series.

Seeing the incoming call unfamiliar, she couldn’t be bothered to answer–what’s with calling at past midnight?

Of course, if it was a number from Yuyuan, the capital, Maoshan, and the likes, she might pick up just to avoid missing something important from her boss.

Mayor Xiang was frantic, you’re not answering the phone? Then I’ll come to find you.

Really, even though he was the head of Zhengyang Municipal Government, he was also a father to his son. But now it was already half-past midnight, so he sent his secretary to find the person.

Unexpectedly, the secretary was blocked outside the mountain gate; at that time, the manor wouldn’t open its doors to anyone, no matter who came.

Of course, those flying back from above were an exception…

The next day, before dawn, autumn rain had begun to fall, and the secretary waiting in the car was awakened by the rustling sound of the rain. He approached the mountain gate again and rang the bell, “Open the door!”

“Scram!” An impatient roar came from the guard post, Gao Mengang’s voice, “You keep bothering me, believe it or not, I won’t let you in all day. Do you think you’re so important just because you’re from the municipal government?”

The gatekeepers of Luohua Manor had recently become quite inflated with their own importance.

They were well aware that the land was about to be requisitioned, but as always, wave after wave of people came knocking, and in their eyes, there was no one but Master Feng, let alone now when the person outside was an enemy of the manor.

The secretary really wanted to curse, but cursing wouldn’t solve the problem, so he had no choice but to tough it out until 8 a.m. before going forward to call again.

The gatekeeper was washing up, and told him not too politely, “We start work at nine, work nine to five… Didn’t you know?”

Actually, this was a typical case of making things difficult. Since when did a gatekeeper have fixed working hours?

The secretary knew that with such people, one couldn’t always just give in. After making a phone call to consult his superior, he expressed directly, “Then I won’t go in, but Mayor Xiang said to ask Mr. Feng to go to the city immediately… Don’t delay.”

Although the Luohua Manor gatekeeper was quite mischievous, hearing something like “Mayor Xiang said to come immediately,” he still used the intercom to inform the big shots inside the manor.

Then, a crisp voice came through the intercom–it sounded like Sister Hong’s younger sister speaking, “Understood.”

Although the gatekeeper was just there to watch the door, he was quite aware of various rumors and gossip inside the manor, knowing this girl was likely to be the future second-in-command under Elder Feng in the manor. Thus, he waved to the secretary, “Alright, you can leave now.”

The secretary became anxious, “What time will he go? Please ask… the city hopes it will be as soon as possible.”

Of course, it had to be quick. Mayor Xiang’s son was currently detained in a police station in the capital; every minute’s delay was another minute of risk.

The gatekeeper glanced at him dispassionately, “Who am I supposed to ask? I’d like to help you rush them, but I don’t dare… Can you get me another job paying more than ten thousand a month?”

The secretary was truly distressed, needless to say, he dared not urge further for fear of annoying the other party, but if he didn’t press the matter, he couldn’t answer to his boss.

After much thought, he finally made up his mind secretly to figure out a way to take this man away…

About fifteen minutes later, Feng Jun received a report from the gatekeeper.

He had returned from the capital late at night and hadn’t rested well, already feeling rather irritable. Hearing this, he choked, “Go to the municipal government? I don’t have time, have them send someone to demolish the place.”

He was genuinely angry; your son runs into trouble in the capital, and you suspect me–okay, it was me, but under these circumstances, you still expect me to come to the city to meet you?

Who gave you such strong confidence?

The secretary still wanted to maintain his dignity, but after being confronted with such a response, he felt too embarrassed as if a sword unable to return to its sheath, wondering how to regain his face, when his mobile phone rang. It was a call from Mayor Xiang.

The mayor’s voice was quite exhausted and very impatient, “How are things going?”

How are things going? The secretary promptly admitted his failure, “The owner of the manor is really indifferent. I waited all night, and then he says he’s too busy to go to the city.”

“Alright, I’m here now,” Mayor Xiang hung up the phone, and at the same time, the sound of a car rolling down the road came from nearby.

Two minutes later, the mayor’s car stopped at the mountain gate, he stepped out and instructed lightly, “Tell Feng Jun, I’m here.”

Although the gatekeeper was usually not confused, knowing the head of Zhengyang city’s municipal government had arrived, he still got a bit flustered and immediately called Feng Jun through the intercom.

Feng Jun’s response was simple, “Mayor Xiang can come in, others… stay outside.”

The two gatekeepers looked at each other, both thinking at the same time: If Mayor Xiang is coming in alone, how should he get in? Without a car… could it be he is supposed to walk?

Hearing this, Mayor Xiang couldn’t help but laugh in anger, “The distinguished mayor has come, and he can’t even come out to greet? Isn’t that the expected courtesy… I knew Luohua Manor was arrogant, but I never expected it to be this extreme!”

Dwarf Hill Post couldn’t hold back from speaking out, “Did Mountain Master Feng invite you here? Fulfill the duties of a guest… You’re a mayor, don’t let others laugh at you, right?”

Ever since Feng Jun cured his older brother, he had made up his mind to follow Boss Feng–generous bosses were rare enough, let alone those who valued loyalty and righteousness.

Having made his decision, he was not afraid to confront the mayor directly… he would dare defy even the governor–what good are you to me?

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