Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 People in a Foreign Land

Liang Haiqing and Ye Shao left the villa in a rather embarrassing state.

After getting into the car, Ye Shao’s face was filled with dissatisfaction, and he asked unhappily, “Who is this Commander Zhu, from the provincial military district?”

Boss Liang sighed and replied in a muffled tone, “He’s a deputy, and he’s mainly active around Zhengyang, Zhu Renxia… Haven’t you heard of him?” Now it seemed, Ye Shao also knew this.

Boss Liang could only nod slightly, “Zhu Renxia was originally surnamed Xu. He is very popular in Funiu, not only in the military. There are still some old leaders in the province who were protected by him back in the day.”

Ye Shao’s lips twitched, and after a long moment, he spoke in disbelief, “But… if the person’s gone, how can favors still hold any sway?”

If he remembered correctly, Zhu Renxia had been dead for several decades. No matter how big the favor, it couldn’t withstand the erosion of time.

Boss Liang slowly shook his head, “People from that era were different, not as mercenary and profit-driven.”

Ye Shao felt his face grow hot, so are you saying I’m mercenary and profit- driven? “However, Zhu Renxia must have been resistant to the reform and opening up, right? Or was he firmly opposed to it?”

Liang Haiqing sighed, discussing these high-level secrets was definitely not his forte compared to Ye Shao, but many Funiu people still knew about Zhu Renxia’s situation, “It’s not that he was opposed to it, just had different political opinions… There were quite a few such people, and he was just one of them.”

Ye Shao wasn’t foolish, he caught the hint, “So, this fat guy surnamed Xu also has someone protecting him?”

Zhu Renxia might be dead, but the rest of his camp wasn’t, and obviously, the non-mainstream ones would band together even more.

“Not only is Xu Leigang tough to deal with but… if he’s looking after President Feng, I’m afraid you won’t be able to drive him away,” Liang Haiqing hesitated for a moment before stating the plain truth, “In Funiu, Zhu Renxia’s face carries a lot of weight.”

Ye Shao held some disdain. To him, it was just bones in a grave, but given the seriousness of the other party’s warning, it wasn’t wise to argue.

So, he just hummed lightly, “I just can’t stand how arrogant that Feng is. Since you put it that way, it doesn’t matter if I let him off… Honestly, driving him away wouldn’t create any profit. It would just be arguing over nothing.” Create any profit? Liang Haiqing laughed to himself. These people from the capital sure had no shame—he wanted to seize others’ profit, and when they didn’t agree, he used threats. Is this just arguing over nothing?

Although he criticized inwardly, his face showed no sign of displeasure; instead, he spoke with a smile, “That’s right, with Ye Shao’s situation, there’s no need to bother with them… It’s not worth it to win.”

As the two of them talked in the back, they didn’t notice that the driver in front snorted: Outsiders in Funiu Province, daring to fight with Zhu Renxia’s son?

Meanwhile, Xu Leigang was also making his stance clear in a huff, “Don’t worry President Feng, I, Lao Xu, may not have money or the ability to work on any projects, but protecting someone… that’s still no problem.”

Zhu Renxia had been dead for more than thirty years and yet still held such influence; it was very impressive indeed. As for running projects, that was truly impossible—Zhu Renxia alive might not have been able to make a difference, since it was an era where the economy was the highest priority.

Feng Jun smiled and nodded, “Today was my fault, I shouldn’t have brought over that spoilsport.”

“How could you be to blame?” Xu Leigang smiled and shook his head, “You said not to let them come. They were the ones insistent on coming; this also counts as an eye-opener for me… There really are more and more people who don’t play by the rules these days.”

Wang Haifeng was very amused and gave a big thumbs up, “Forget about others, Lei Gang is definitely someone who plays by the rules.”

“Don’t flatter me,” Xu Leigangsaid with a smile, waving his hand, “It’s not me being particular, it’s that President Feng is too particular. We can’t stand by and watch a particular person suffer a loss.”

The four of them chatted for a while longer before Feng Jun’s mobile phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Huh, this guy has the nerve to call me?”

Wang Haifeng leaned over to take a look, “Damn, this Liang Haiqing must be Henglong’s Boss Liang, right? Ignore him.”

Feng Jun didn’t want to take the call from that guy either; today had been disappointing enough.

He wasn’t worried anyway that Liang would play any tricks with the jade money. Besides Henglong’s people, Li Dafu was also involved in today’s auction process.

However, why did he feel like there was still something he hadn’t done?

Liang Haiqing was a man of status as well; his call had been ignored by Feng Jun, and he did not attempt a second call.

After a while, Sister Hong’s phone rang. She picked up and said, “Oh, three eights, another flashy number.”

“Hmm?” Hearing this, Feng Jun turned to look at her mobile phone, “Damn, this is Liang Haiqing’s number.”

“Ignore him,” said Wang Haifeng very decisively, making his likes and dislikes clear.

Sister Hong gave him a glance, lifted her fair little hand, brushed the hair from her forehead, and smiled maliciously, “No problem, pick it up and tease him a bit, see what he wants to say.”

Wang Haifeng rolled his eyes helplessly, “You really are ridiculously… ridiculously calm.”

But as soon as she answered the mobile phone, the voice came through, “This is Director Zhang from Hongjie, right? Please tell Boss Feng, Feng Jun, I meant to inform him about Wang Weimin’s whereabouts earlier, but didn’t get the chance.”

Liang Haiqing didn’t want to offend Ye Shao, but he also didn’t want to upset Feng Jun, so he had no choice but to call after sending Ye Shao off.

“Oh, Feng Jun has had too much to drink, he’s in the bathroom throwing up,” Sister Hong said nonchalantly, “Is it convenient to tell me instead?” “Convenient, what’s inconvenient about it?” Liang Haiqing laughed on the other end, “Someone reported that he hasn’t gone far, he’s just in Donglin City.”

Donglin is a prefecture-level city in Funiu Province, just two hundred kilometers away from Zhengyang.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun grabbed the mobile phone directly, “Where exactly is he? I’ll honor the deal regarding the Jade.”

“The exact location… the informant isn’t very clear,” Liang Haiqing said with a bitter smile, “Seems like a former model employed by Jubaozhai is currently in Donglin City…”

This model, named Jing Er, essentially took the freelance route, having posed for some promotional photos for Jubaozhai and participated in some live events. At that time, Wang Weimin had his eyes on her too.

But she was rather reserved, and Wang Weimin was quite busy back then, unable to spend much time wooing her.

By the time he was free, Jing Er had resigned. Anyway, the contact information left by these less formal models in Zhengyang was not very reliable — with just a change of phone number, they became impossible to contact.

Not long ago, a boy from Dai Meng Jewelry was live streaming a bullfight when he spotted a notable female broadcaster who looked vaguely familiar. After chatting, he learned that the broadcaster had modeled for Jubaozhai

As jewelry shops usually keep in touch, the boy mentioned the female broadcaster to someone from Jubaozhai, showed a screenshot of her, and learned from the Jubaozhai employee that her name is Jing Er and the young master once took a fancy to her, asking for her contact information.

Wang Weimin doesn’t participate in live streaming bullfights. In fact, real-life successful men rarely engage in live streaming. Rather than throwing money at a screen, they’d prefer to visit a nightclub, at least there they might get closer and take some advantage.

Of course, exceptions like Wang Haifeng cannot be counted in this — even someone like Coach Wang, who indulged more in local acquaintances, albeit through a screen, had more opportunities to encounter decent women.

However, after getting the news about Jing Er, Wang Weimin also credited some money to show support during her streams, and reportedly the progress wasn’t bad.

Now, Jing Er was in Donglin City, and just a few days before, she had announced that her top contributor, “Brother Wei”, was coming to see her, so she would have to adjust her streaming schedule.

The boy instinctively felt that this “Brother Wei” was Wang Weimin, and he was resentful about it: All the good produce always goes to the pigs.

Of course, this was just solitary evidence. But Boss Liang, being a credible person, also had someone inquire at the police station and learned that after fleeing, Wang Weimin still made a few calls with his mobile phone.

A crime suspect on the run actually daring to make calls with a mobile phone? Believe it or not, it’s not uncommon. It’s not that they lack awareness, it’s that they’re confident enough that the crimes they’ve committed aren’t worth the police’s relentless pursuit.

Police investigations require funding, and inter-regional collaboration presents its own set of issues.

Take Wang Weimin’s case as an example: after he fled Zhengyang, if he were to hide in another prefecture-level city in Funiu Province, communications between the police departments of the two cities wouldn’t be very smooth — unless the provincial police department stepped in to coordinate.

Yet, would the case of Feng Jun being attacked warrant alerting the provincial police department? Don’t make me laugh. Whether the crime suspect intended to rob or injure someone, it was only an attempt. It was actually Feng Jun who injured three people on the other side.

Cases like these don’t even qualify to alert the city police bureau, and it would be considered decent if a district branch paid some attention.

In such matters, if the victim wants the provincial police department to intervene, it would require a significant amount of goodwill, and even then, the outcome isn’t guaranteed — police resources are limited, and it’s not wise to waste them.

So it’s really quite normal for Wang Weimin to make a few phone calls.

While the police couldn’t deploy forces to apprehend him, keeping track of his movements was not a problem. Based on monitoring his mobile phone, they confirmed that Wang Weimin was heading towards Donglin City.

Even with this clue, however, they couldn’t be sure that Wang Weimin was actually hiding in Donglin City — you say he might be there, and I might say he could have quietly slipped back into Zhengyang. Who can say for sure?

But for Boss Liang, with these two pieces of evidence, he was fairly certain that Wang Weimin must be in Donglin City, perhaps resting for a few days before being on the run again.

Boss Liang’s idea was that you can’t expect the police to take their own initiative; you have to fully exert your personal initiative to find out exactly where Wang Weimin is hiding, and then bring a few police officers from Zhengyang to apprehend him. That’s the right way.

What is meant by the vast ocean of the people’s war? This is it. If you as the victim don’t take action, how can you expect others to?

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