Chapter 740 - 651: Three Matters

Chapter 740: Chapter 651: Three Matters

Du Changle shivered violently, his whole body of fat trembling fiercely along with him.

He knew all too well who the "Hyena" mentioned by the Member of Parliament referred to.

On the surface, Member of Parliament Zhang Deming and his faction were the largest pack of Hyenas, always eager to tear off a bite.

Lu Chenjia and the Bright Group might also count as half a pack, given the profit-driven traits of capital, they could turn and bite at any time.

And covertly, the small factions in the Executive Government that seemed docile and harmless, or the fence-sitters, might usually act meekly, but once there’s a whiff of blood in the air, making them think there’s a chance for a share, they’d pounce madly.

They’ve been hungry for so long, desperate for meat...

Wang Xinfa held a high position of power with deep roots, and those Hyenas, though greedy, were cautious and didn’t dare rush to tear him apart easily.

Even if they dared to take a bite, they might not be able to harm him.

But if... if it was him, Du Changle, who was injured, bleeding, and exposed a flaw?

If a mistake was made during the investigation, and those Hyenas caught a whiff of the "blood" on him, Du Changle?

He couldn’t imagine how long his fat body could hold out.

The most terrifying thing is, with the storm approaching, if someone makes a mistake, do you think the MP will protect him or not?

Du Changle almost immediately found the answer, like a cold Iron Block sinking to the bottom of his heart.

He gritted his teeth, and the fat on his cheeks tightened:

"Understood, Member of Parliament, rest assured, I will be cautious in my actions, not giving those Hyenas a chance."

Wang Xinfa gave a nonchalant "Mm" through his nose, indicating he heard.

The car fell silent again, but Du Changle’s heartbeat didn’t calm after his resolution, instead it beat more fiercely.

Seeing the Member of Parliament remain silent for a long time, Du Changle took several deep breaths, finally mustering up the courage to ask:

"Member of Parliament, Changle still doesn’t understand one thing, and would boldly ask the MP for clarity."

Wang Xinfa leaned back in his chair, barely lifting his eyelids to glance over, considered as tacit approval.

Feeling permitted, Du Changle quickened his speech and asked:

"Since Madam Li is so unwilling to let go of the Second Prison, and Qian Huan is awake, why doesn’t the MP just go along with it and fulfill Madam Li’s wishes?

In doing so, Madam Li and Qian Huan will certainly remain grateful and loyal to the MP..."

This question, Du Changle had to figure out, only through this question, could he understand the MP’s true attitude towards Li Hanyu and her son.

And this attitude largely determined the extent of his actions.

If this attitude wasn’t clarified, even if he investigated, he wouldn’t know to what degree and with what harsh means.

After all, Qian Huan calls the MP "Dad".

These days, doing anything is extremely difficult, like dancing on a knife’s edge.

To get things done, every angle must be considered, otherwise, if things aren’t done well, death is certain; if done too "well", perhaps... death is even more certain.

To do things, and to finish them alive and climb up, one must understand the thoughts of the big figures, even a slight misstep leads to an abyss.

Wang Xinfa acknowledged Du Changle’s proposal, on the surface, it seemed reasonable.

If Lu Chenjia were in his position, there’s a nine out of ten chance he’d adopt this seemingly "win-win" suggestion.

The weakness of the merchant class made them flexible, ready to compromise anytime, willing to exchange temporary retreats for long-term gains.

The inheritability of capital meant they didn’t need to fight for the present, they had time to wait and strategize.

However, he, Wang Xinfa, was not Lu Chenjia, he was an Executive Government’s real power Member of Parliament, just a step away from the top seat.

He couldn’t afford to be soft.

He fought for the present, the here and now, this rapidly changing, fleeting power structure!

If he softens even a little, if he fights even a little less, the position of the next chief would slip away from him.

And at his current height, if he fails to win, falls from the clouds... would there still be half a chance for him, Wang Xinfa, in the abyss of Zone 9’s power struggle?

So, he couldn’t retreat, not a single step!

Externally, he couldn’t show weakness to the likes of Zhang Deming; internally, he couldn’t compromise with Li Hanyu’s attempts to bind him with "affection" and challenge his absolute control.

At his current height, his posture must be to advance, not to retreat.

Retreating a step is the beginning of total destruction!

But this harsh truth is impossible to truly understand until you sit in this position.

Even if told, you can only imagine, never truly grasp, because you simply don’t know how many eyes are watching, both openly and covertly, scrutinizing his every move with magnifying glasses.

If he shows any weakness, it will be magnified infinitely, causing the Hyenas’ frenzy.

Wang Xinfa naturally wouldn’t, and disdained explaining such profound principles to a dog at his feet.

"Oh?"

He merely let out a cold laugh, his tone slightly rising at the end, half-smiling as he said:

"So, according to your view, if I don’t agree, Li Hanyu and Qian Huan will hold a grudge against me. Hmm?"

Du Changle felt a chill instantly freeze his blood, as if falling into an ice cave.

The MP’s thoughts were far more overbearing than he imagined, more... harsh.

Clearly, having the MP detest Li Hanyu was most beneficial to Du Changle, but for some reason, he couldn’t be happy at this moment, instead, a cold draft swept through his heart.