Chapter 401 Traffic jam?
Jin Jie exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "So, what we are afraid of is never the people rebelling, but people like Zhou Chaoxian. No, he is not qualified. Only people like Lin Zehao are afraid."
"Because only people like him have the power and the ability to make us afraid."
After a pause, Jin Jie continued, "Guohui, don't think too much. It is definitely not an easy thing to climb to your position at your age."
"Being a good official and making good money is better than anything else. This time, the bureau has decided to set up a special investigation team for Zhou Chaoxian's case, and you will be the leader."
Fang Guohui let out a long sigh and nodded solemnly.
He stood up and was about to go out when he heard Jin Jie say, "Remember to take your gun. With a gun in your hand, your words will carry weight. Otherwise, who will piss on you?"
After leaving the office, Fang Guohui called a few of his men, gave them a brief explanation, and then went straight to Lin Fuwang's residence.
This person is one of Zhou Chaoxian’s business partners.
After arriving at the destination, Fang Guohui showed his ID from the Investigation Bureau and was able to meet Lin Fuwang smoothly.
"You guys are like dog-skin plasters that can't be shaken off. You take our taxpayers' money but do nothing all day. If you have this time, why don't you catch spies and arrest some enemy agents?"
"He's so timid outside, and he only cares about his own people all day long. He's really great."
Lin Fuwang has a small fortune and a high social status, so he is naturally not afraid of the people from the Investigation Bureau.
The people in the Investigation Bureau have always wanted him to cooperate in dealing with Zhou Chaoxian. Unless he is mentally ill, he will not agree to such a request.
Putting aside the question of whether Zhou Chaoxian is easy to deal with, there are still interests between the two sides, so there is absolutely no reason to do this.
By the way, when the Formosa Investigation Bureau was first established, it was intended to emulate the FBI of the United States and the British MI5, handling both internal and external affairs. However, as it has developed to this point, it has become a bit of a hodgepodge.
In a nutshell, they have neither the courage nor the ability to deal with foreign affairs, but when it comes to dealing with their own people, they are quite skilled even if we look at the whole world!
"Director Lin, we are here today to protect the lives and property of the citizens and to save you from danger."
"If you treat us like this, then I can only say that my kindness is being wasted."
Fang Guohui was not surprised by Lin Fuwang's attitude and just spoke according to the planned lines.
"Save me from the fire and water?"
"How shameless! I guess he just changed his name to make money..."
Just as Lin Fuwang was mocking with disdain on his face, the phone next to him suddenly rang. After he answered it, a hoarse and strange voice sounded, as if the person was speaking with a pinched throat.
"Director Lin, your son is in our hands. If you don't want him to get hurt, then watch your mouth and don't say anything nonsense!"
"Otherwise, you will have to bear the pain of seeing your child die before you."
Hearing this, Lin Fuwang was so shocked that he almost dropped the phone in his hand.
He covered the microphone to prevent the other party from hearing his voice, and quickly called his wife to ask about it. It was confirmed that his son, who should have returned home from school at this time in normal days, was not seen today, contrary to his usual behavior.
After calling the school to confirm, he found out that his son had already been picked up by a guy who claimed to be the child's uncle.
At this point, Lin Fuwang was completely panicked. He was about to plead into the microphone, but found that the other party had already hung up the phone.
After putting down the microphone tremblingly, he tried to calm himself down, but found that he couldn't do it at all.
He was so focused on developing his career that he had no intention of having children. It was not until he was approaching middle age that he had his current son. To exaggerate a little, it can almost be said that he had a son in his old age.
One can imagine how he felt at this moment.
"Lao Lin, what is going on? Is our son okay?"
His wife kept chattering and wiping her tears, which made Lin Fuwang feel overwhelmed.
He immediately signaled his subordinates to take his wife away, then turned around and roared at Fang Guohui: "It's all your fault! What a sh*t investigation bureau!"
"If you hadn't been causing trouble for me, Zhou Chaoxian wouldn't have sent people to kidnap my son!"
"I'm telling you, if anything happens to my son, I'll drag you down with me even if it costs me my life!"
After thinking about it, Lin Fuwang decided to put the blame on Zhou Chaoxian.
In his opinion, only the Zhou Dynasty had the motivation and courage to do so.
Seeing that the other party had fallen into the trap, Fang Guohui immediately suppressed his inner joy, without showing any expression on his face, and said: "Director Lin, now you understand, your cooperation with Zhou Chaoxian is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger. He is a madman, and he will definitely do anything to achieve his goals."
"In his eyes, there is no difference between old people and children."
At this time, Lin Fuwang had no time to listen to Fang Guohui's nonsense. He was as anxious as an ant on hot pan. He just kept flipping through the phone book to see who could help with this matter.
Fang Guohui glanced at his subordinate beside him without leaving a trace, and the other party gave him a reassuring look in return.
After a while, a boy wearing a white school uniform, carrying a schoolbag and with a cockscomb hair style came into the living room.
"Dad!"
This shouting immediately brought Lin Fuwang out of his state of confusion. He rushed forward and hugged him, his face full of relief for having survived the disaster. He asked with great concern, "Son, are you okay? Where did you go? Did those people do anything to you?"
The series of questions made him, who was still in primary school, a little confused. He just touched his head and smiled, "No, Dad, uncle not only gave me candy, but also gave me a super cool haircut."
No matter from which angle you look at it, the cockscomb on his head cannot be described as handsome.
After Lin Fuwang confirmed that his son was fine, he instructed his subordinates: "Take him to my wife, and arrange for a doctor to come and check his health."
"Remember, be careful!"
The subordinate nodded and took the child away.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became silent.
Lin Fuwang lit a cigarette, smoked half of it and threw it on the ground, saying viciously: "Zhou Chaoxian, this guy, actually set his sights on my son. He really thinks I'm easy to bully!"
"Tell me, how do you want me to help?"
His son is Lin Fuwang's Achilles' heel. Since Zhou Chaoxian dares to set his sights on his son, don't blame him for stabbing him in the back!
Fang Guohui was secretly delighted. He took out a palm-sized thing that looked like a big phone from the briefcase beside him and said, "This is a recording device. I know Zhou Chaoxian is distributing benefits in the name of holding a tea art competition. When the time comes, you can find a way to bring the device into the venue and record the whole process."
Then, the subordinate beside him told him the specific usage. Lin Fuwang nodded and memorized the operation method.
After everything was settled, Fang Guohui led his subordinates out of the residence. As soon as they got into the car, he couldn't help but ask, "How is it? Did you reveal your true colors?"
The subordinate laughed and said, "Don't worry, didn't you see how anxious Lin Fuwang was?"
"We tricked him, and now he has to help us!"
Lin Fuwang's son was not kidnapped by Zhou Chaoxian at all, but was done by their investigation bureau, with the purpose of putting the blame on Zhou Chaoxian!
Now it seems that their plan was successful!
When power is not supervised, it will become a wild horse that has run away from its reins, and no one knows what form it will take or where it will go.
Since ancient times, those who did not use institutional constraints but relied on shouting a few empty slogans to constrain power have never had a good ending.
Human nature can never stand the test.
……
In a suburban villa, which is usually deserted and sparsely populated, today it is unusually quiet, with all kinds of cars parked around, most of which are high-end brands.
On the third floor, Zhou Chaoxian sat in the main seat, in front of him was a teapot of ancient shape, which looked very valuable.
There are five tea tables like this in the room, and there is a wooden sign hanging on the wall with the words "Tea Art Competition" written on it.
He is now full of ambition and pride, unaware that a tight net has been set up against him.
Zhou Chaoxian was wearing a gray suit and a silver tie, and his eyes kept scanning the people present.
Apart from him, there were a total of eight seats on the field, but now only six people came, and two seats were empty, which looked very eye-catching.
Zhou Chaoxian raised his left hand, looked at his Rolex watch, raised his head and said, "Okay, it's already the agreed time, no more waiting, those who haven't arrived yet will be considered late and will automatically forfeit."
"Who's making tea today?"
Looking at Zhou Chaoxian with a fake smile on his face, no one dared to say anything. They just looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
All the bosses present here have known Zhou Chaoxian for a long time and know him very well. Who dares to share his power?
"Although I am the leader of this tea art conference, I am not necessarily the director. Please don't be polite and feel free to speak your mind."
No one believed a word Zhou Chaoxian said, and no one was stupid enough to stand up and respond.
Just when the atmosphere was a little depressing, a middle-aged man with sparse hair and glasses ran up quickly and said breathlessly: "Sorry, Jay Chou, there's a traffic jam."
Zhou Chaoxian glanced at him gloomily and nodded slightly.
The middle-aged man immediately felt as if he had been pardoned and found an empty seat nearby and sat down.
"Sanpao, remove the extra empty chairs."
"If you don't come now, then don't come forever!"
The younger brother immediately did as he was told. Zhou Chaoxian then knocked on the table and said, "Times are different now. Please take out your Big Brother's phones, turn them off, and place them on the table."
No one dared to hesitate. They took out their mobile phones and placed them on the table. Lin Fuwang was no exception.
Just at this moment, a middle-aged man in a yellow suit ran up the stairs and began to bow as soon as he saw Zhou Chaoxian.
"Zhou Dong, I'm sorry, there's a traffic jam."
Zhou Chaoxian snorted coldly and said, "Traffic jam?"
"What car were you in?"
He said somewhat embarrassedly: "I'm riding... a Mazda."
Zhou Chaoxian showed disdain and said, "We all drive Mercedes-Benz and Rolls-Royce, and you drive Mazda. No wonder you are stuck in traffic."
"You're driving a Mazda, so you're not qualified to attend this meeting."
"You are eleven minutes late, which means you don't take this meeting seriously and you look down on us."
"Since you look down on us, why do you want us to treat you as a brother?"
Zhou Chaoxian slapped the teapot heavily and scolded, "Go home and wait for a call. I'll let you know when there's a result!"
Naturally, he was unwilling to go home like this, so he began to look around, hoping that someone would be able to say a few good words for him.
However, whoever he looked at would immediately turn away, as if they had met the god of plague.
Helplessly, he could only turn around dejectedly and walk downstairs in a daze.
Zhou Chaoxian retracted his cold gaze and began to get to the point. "I think you should have heard a lot about the bidding for the coastal highway."
"I know that many people are talking about this privately, and they think I won't be able to bid for the project this time, right?"
Hearing this, everyone waved their hands, saying that these were just rumors and that there was no such thing at all.
Zhou Chaoxian did not dwell on this question, but continued: "Unfortunately, those people are destined to be disappointed."
“To be honest, this coastal highway project was won by a company called Hutchison Construction.”
"And the boss of this company, Lin Zehao, Brother Hao, happens to be my good brother, and he subcontracted this project to me."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone who had been listening with their ears perked up immediately showed expressions of disbelief!
Lin Zehao!
A name that is familiar yet unfamiliar to everyone!
Lin Fuwang asked quickly, "Zhou Dong, is this Brother Hao, the Weilong Hao from Hong Kong Island?"
Everyone here, to put it nicely, is engaged in a gray industry, and to put it bluntly, you are skirting the law, walking the line between legality and illegality.
Otherwise, which serious businessman would cooperate with a gang leader like Zhou Chaoxian?
Therefore, everyone certainly understands the situation in the martial arts world and knows the name of Lin Zehao!
Zhou Chaoxian nodded proudly and said, "You still have some knowledge."
He saw that these people had some ulterior motives, so he brought out Lin Zehao's name to intimidate them!
It now seems that the results are quite good. He clearly saw that the hands of several people were shaking while holding the tea bowls when they were drinking tea.
Weilonghao, these three simple words are of great weight!
Seeing Zhou Chaoxian admit it, Lin Fuwang's heart beat very fast, as if it would jump out of his throat at any time!
If he had enough courage to betray Zhou Chaoxian for the sake of his son's personal safety, then when the matter involved Lin Zehao, he would not dare to cooperate with the Investigation Bureau even if he had three times the courage.
(End of this chapter)
