Official Career Storm
Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Chapter 198

Liang Hao had dealt with Song Guanchao before.

Based on his understanding of Song, he felt that today’s performance had little to do with Wu Qiangwei.

He couldn’t help but marvel at how Brother Song’s methods were indeed inexhaustible.

The key point was, this guy had transferred from the military.

A coarse military man, he thought, with such a delicate mind, he was full of schemes when it came to being sly.

Who had this guy learned from?

And he was still so young.

The deeper his understanding of him, Liang Hao found himself more relieved that he hadn’t fallen out with him in the past.

After leaving the teahouse, Song Guanchao called Lu Feng and the two arrived at the abandoned factory to see Mr. Yang chained up.

Mr. Yang was disheveled, a strong man of 1.81 meters, now dirty like a tramp.

He hadn’t changed his clothes, and his fingernails were filled with black dirt.

Seeing Song Guanchao and Lu Feng, he shivered with fear, knelt on the ground, and hugged his arms in pitiful distress.

Song Guanchao handed him a milk tea, "Drink up, I bought it especially for you, 17 bucks."

Lu Feng complained, "Prices are just getting more and more outrageous."

Mr. Yang reached out with his trembling hands, grabbed the milk tea, put in the straw, and took a strong sip, revealing an expression of bliss.

In the days he had been locked up here, he had experienced what despair truly was.

He used to dislike milk tea, but now, he thought it was simply a delicacy of the human world.

He finished the milk tea in one go, still seeming to crave more.

Song Guanchao was smoking on the side and said, "Zhang Xiaoming is dead."

Mr. Yang’s body jolted violently, and after two or three seconds, he suddenly looked up, "Impossible!"

Song Guanchao didn’t care whether he believed it or not, "This morning, Zhang Xiaoming went to see Director Qin at the city bureau, got hit by a truck at the intersection after coming out, and the hospital couldn’t save him."

He took the keys from Lu Feng’s hand and unlocked the chains on his ankles.

He clapped his hands, stood up, and tossed the keys casually, "Mr. Yang, you’re free now."

Mr. Yang seemed incredulous, watching him warily.

Just like that, you’re releasing me?

"Oh, right, a friendly reminder."

"All the legal representatives and executives of Hui Po Company have been taken into custody, and they’re in the station right now. Director Qin is personally in charge of this case."

"Also, the video recording of me going to the police station to report the case has been recorded; the news has already reported it these last few days."

"The little policeman who was in charge of reception has been fired, and you, Mr. Yang, heh, the police are currently looking for you."

"So, be careful after you go out."

"Just make sure you don’t tell them that you’ve been with me these past days, or else, they might start to suspect, you know."

"Of course, you’re the head of security at Hui Po Company, a half-executive yourself, they definitely trust you. Even if they know you’ve been with me during this time, they certainly won’t suspect what you might have told me."

Song Guanchao threw his cellphone to him, "Your car is behind the factory, I’ve filled it up with gas."

Leaving those words behind, Song Guanchao and Lu Feng turned and left.

Receiving so much information at once, Mr. Yang, whose brain wasn’t good at thinking things through, was struggling to process it all.

As they were about to leave the factory, Mr. Yang called out loud, "Bro, bro, wait a minute!"

Song Guanchao turned around; Mr. Yang ran over, panting, "Bro, is what you just said all true?"

"Didn’t I give you a phone? Can’t you check for yourself? Or at least call someone you know and ask them."

"I..."

Mr. Yang actually believed him.

It was just that everything was so sudden, and he was having a hard time accepting it.

He said through clenched teeth, "Bro, what do you want me to do?"

Song Guanchao smiled with a playful tone, "What do you think you can do?"

Mr. Yang said, "I know who’s behind Hui Po Company!"

Song Guanchao laughed out loud, and Lu Feng said with disdain, "You talk as if no one else knows. Isn’t it Director Qin?"

Mr. Yang shook his head, "Apart from Director Qin, there is another person, and that person is the real big boss!"

Song Guanchao casually said, "He Kang, right?"

Mr. Yang’s eyes widened, "You know?"

Song Guanchao felt helpless. He was used to dealing with smart people like Liang Hao and Wu Qiangwei, and now he found it exhausting to talk to a dimwit like Mr. Yang.

He felt it was necessary to give him a few more pointers, lest the man failed to understand.

"This case happened during the days you were missing, and before your disappearance, we had met at the police station."

"Mr. Yang, what you should be most concerned about now is how to explain yourself to Director Qin."

Song Guanchao patted his shoulder, looking at him sympathetically.

Mr. Yang felt a pang in his heart; he knew what Song Guanchao meant.

The incident at Hui Po Company was being investigated right after his disappearance. Any bit of thought would turn suspicion toward him.

In other words, Director Qin was undoubtedly doubting him now.

As soon as he showed up, Director Qin would surely arrest him on the spot.

Even Zhang Xiaoming had died in a car accident, and he was just the head of security...

Contemplating that possibility, Mr. Yang shivered violently.

"Brother, I’ve got dirt on Director Qin!" He grasped Song Guanchao’s arm, uttering a sentence that took Song Guanchao by surprise.

"Dirt on Director Qin?"

Song Guanchao seriously doubted the truth of his claim.

"Yes, I have!"

"Damn it!" Lu Feng suddenly exploded, slapping him across the face and then kicking him over, cursing, "You dare to play us!"

They had buried him alive last time, and he had spilled everything like beans being poured out of a bamboo tube.

But now, he was claiming to have dirt on Director Qin.

This son of a bitch seemed dumb but could apparently lie too.

Song Guanchao stopped him, saying, "Let’s hear it."

He was no longer in a hurry to leave; he took out cigarettes, tossing one to Lu Feng and flinging another to Mr. Yang.

After lighting it, he threw the lighter to Mr. Yang as well.

Mr. Yang hadn’t smoked in days; he took a deep drag on the cigarette, savoring it.

It wasn’t until he was half done that he said, "The legal person of Hui Po Company is Director Zhang’s mistress. Director Zhang and Director Qin have known each other for many years, and both have been making money through Hui Po Company."

"Director Zhang is a shrewd person; he surely has dirt on Director Qin, and the likelihood is that he keeps it with his mistress."

Song Guanchao’s face darkened by degrees.

He flicked the barely smoked cigarette from his fingers, directly onto Mr. Yang’s body.

The cigarette, still sparking, burned a hole in his clothes, and he hastily tried to pat it out.

After just two swats, Song Guanchao had already delivered a harsh slap to his face, leaving him dizzy and seeing stars.

"Is this what you call dirt?"

Song Guanchao’s face was dark with anger, his breath uneven.

He had actually thought this guy had some significant information to disclose.

But this was it?

Mr. Yang, who had been hit, didn’t dare to show anger.

Especially after seeing the foreboding expression on Song Guanchao’s face, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Mr. Yang, I suggest you pray for your own good fortune."

Song Guanchao suppressed his anger, gave a cold laugh, and turned to leave.

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