Chapter 811 - 686: Breakthrough Point—Feng Mu?!! (2)

Chapter 811: Chapter 686: Breakthrough Point—Feng Mu?!! (2)

He seemed to understand why Zheng Geng was clinging to Li Shang and Wang Xinfa like a mad dog.

Li Shang was the strongest competitor of the Patrol Office Chief, and Wang Xinfa was Li Shang’s biggest support.

If they weren’t toppled, he would have no chance to fight for that position.

As for toppling a real power Member of Parliament and then ascending to take his place in one leap, Zhang Deming hadn’t subconsciously considered such a thing yet.

That was too far-fetched!

In Zone 9, over the years, under the complex power dynamics, there was only one Wang Xinfa who openly achieved such a feat.

That was a miracle born of countless coincidences, a trend of the times and one’s own ruthlessness.

A mere Zheng Geng, with no foundation, relying on a frantic energy, how could he?

Zhang Deming laughed a few times, his expression gradually becoming stern as he leaned forward, fingers tapping his knee unconsciously, pulling the conversation back to reality:

"The idea is very good; it’s a good thing for young people to be daring in their thoughts and actions.

However, Wang Xinfa is not easy to deal with, and Li Shang will surely be protected by him like an eyeball, making him even harder to move. So, what exactly do you plan to do next?"

Zheng Geng was actually very reluctant to reveal the details of his plans to anyone, as it made him feel passive and uneasy.

But he understood that to gain Zhang Deming’s support beyond mere verbal "protection," he had to demonstrate his value and... a certain degree of "control".

He needed the other party to believe that he was a knife that could harm the enemy without yet harming himself.

He pondered for a moment and replied:

"What you said is true, Member of Parliament Wang Xinfa and Li Shang may already be alert, making them hard to act on for now.

So I plan to take a roundabout strategy, starting from inconspicuous places on the periphery, bit by bit gathering evidence of their crimes, and finally weaving these pieces of evidence together to trap them loop by loop."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone, his fingers sliding quickly to open a recent message from a subordinate.

The message was short, containing only one line—[Commissioner, Feng Mu of the Second Prison is very close with Captain Li Shang, there might be significant suspicion, worth monitoring.]

He turned the phone screen towards Zhang Deming, pointing at the message, and said seriously:

"I think we can start with this person.

Just a prison guard at the Second Prison, at this crucial moment, he is inconspicuous and not critical, easy to handle, a very suitable entry point."

"What do you think?"

Zheng Geng’s eyes were cold and focused, like a venomous snake staring at its prey from the shadows, as if he had already seen how to start from this small breach and finally tear apart the whole colossal beast.

Listening to Zheng Geng’s described plan, Zhang Deming had to admit that this young commissioner, besides his reckless ambition and madness, did indeed have some brains and tactics.

Especially the breakthrough point chosen by the other party, which was perfectly to his liking. ℴℴ𝘮

Don’t get it wrong, it’s not about Feng Mu; Zhang Deming, who is in a high position and handles numerous affairs daily, wouldn’t know which Feng Mu?

He thought the breakthrough point of Second Prison was good.

Although, deep down, Zhang Deming still didn’t think Zheng Geng could be a match for Wang Xinfa, but even if he couldn’t topple Wang Xinfa, helping him snatch the [Octagonal Cage Plan] would be nice.

This transaction wouldn’t be a loss for him no matter the outcome.

Thinking of this, he didn’t say much more, merely lightly lifted his right hand, knocking twice on the smooth table with his knuckles.

"Knock, knock."

The sound was crisp.

Almost immediately, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Secretary Jia Weijia walked in with light steps.

He kept his eyes straight, his face displaying just the right amount of respectfulness, and perceptively noticed the empty teacup on the coffee table.

Without a word, he walked forward, picked up the nearby purple clay teapot, slightly tilted the spout, and poured the clear, steaming tea into the cup, filling it to precisely seven-tenths full.

After doing all this, Jia Weijia stood by quietly, hands naturally at his sides, slightly bowing, patiently waiting as if he were a piece of silent furniture, ready for the next instruction.

Zhang Deming picked up the teacup, gently blowing on it, and said in a low voice:

"I don’t quite understand investigating cases and such, but your idea sounds good, hmm... If there are any coordination needs or minor problems to deal with on Commissioner Zheng’s side, Weijia, help handle them."

Jia Weijia’s expression didn’t show the slightest surprise or inquiry, only giving a very slight nod to Zheng Geng opposite him.

Only then did Zhang Deming take a small sip of tea, savoring the spread of tea fragrance in his mouth, and then smiled at Zheng Geng, his tone seemingly more relaxed than before:

"Have some tea! This pot’s flavor has finally come out."

Zheng Geng quickly picked up his teacup again, still with that heroic drinking posture, swallowing the valuable tea in the cup in one go before standing to take his leave:

"Thank you, Member of Parliament, for the tea and guidance. I won’t disturb you any longer; I will take my leave now."

Zhang Deming smiled and nodded, not rising to see him off.

Jia Weijia glanced at Zhang Deming, who gave a barely perceptible lift of his chin.

Jia Weijia immediately understood, slowly and deliberately following out of the room, gently closing the office door.

Outside, Zheng Geng was also sensibly waiting, standing in the slightly dimmer part of the corridor.

Jia Weijia offered no unnecessary small talk, not even questioning Zheng Geng’s specific needs, simply pulling a finely crafted card case from his well-pressed suit pocket with practiced ease.

The card was of ordinary material, a plain white color, only bearing a bare name and a private communication code, no titles or positions.

Handing the card to Zheng Geng, Jia Weijia spoke just one sentence during the whole encounter, his voice restrained and distant:

"If there’s a task, contact him. If he can’t do it, then get back to me."

......

Feng Mu didn’t know he had already been quietly targeted, nor that the main reason was because he was friends with Li Shang.

However, even if he knew in advance, given his character, he probably wouldn’t feel too wronged.

After all, he and Li Shang were indeed deeply bonded... Good friends.

A "life-and-death" friendship forged in gold.

How could it be that only when I face trouble do I involve my friends, but when my friends face trouble, I can’t be involved?

This world has no reason for such double standards—Feng Mu isn’t that kind of hypocrite.

He is a reasonable person, believing that true friends should share both blessings and misfortunes, live and die together.

In short, a friend’s problem is my problem.

Because, only in this way, can a friend’s power naturally become one’s own, all about no distinctions between oneself and others.

At this moment, in the office of the Second Prison,

Feng Mu had just finished a heartfelt conversation with Qin Liang and Bai Ye.

He attentively kept track of both of their current situations, whether it was about difficulties at work, troubles in life, their own states, or issues their families might face.

Feng Mu showed meticulous care, akin to that of a family member.

His tone was gentle, his gaze sincere, as if he had in mind each of their matters.

In the midst of the conversation, Feng Mu kindly patted Qin Liang’s shoulder, smiling:

"Old Qin, don’t worry, your daughter is practically like my daughter, isn’t she?

About her transferring to another college, leave it to me. It’s a small matter, don’t fret, come on, smile, a frown doesn’t suit you."

He paused, seeming to suddenly remember something, and added as if it was the most natural thing,

"By the way, I’ve prepared a new ’gift’ for you, already stored in the old cabinet.

Be sure to check it out when you get back, I’m sure you’ll like it."

To an uninformed outsider, on first hearing this conversation, they might mistakenly think this so-called "old cabinet" is something like a public locker at a mall or train station.

Like in some movies, where a bag full of cash or contraband is stored in a numbered locker, and the code is then given to a friend for retrieval.

But you would be gravely mistaken about the deep friendship between Feng Mu and Qin Liang.