Chapter Fifteen: What Are the Party and the People to Do?!
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Yang Mi said, “Boss, I now have the physical evidence, and I’ve arranged people on the other side to support me. I think it’s time to move against the Dongsheng syndicate.”
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long moment before slowly speaking: “Comrade Yang, please don’t forget the responsibility you bear. What you see may be exactly what others want you to see. Hong Kong has dozens of syndicates and thousands of gang leaders. Our goal is not to wipe out one syndicate only to have another rise in its place, nor to become a tool in someone else’s hands. What we want is stability and order after Hong Kong’s return.
Moreover, as you know, we already have pioneers in this area—successful examples to follow. Although we are preparing to implement ‘Hong Kong people governing Hong Kong,’ we have analyzed the situation thoroughly: the existence of syndicates in Hong Kong is a given. What we need to do is to keep certain people and matters under our own control. Do you understand?”
Yang Mi furrowed his brows, pondering, then replied, “From what you say, I have a rough direction. Boss, why don’t you give me a few more hints?”
Minister Li’s voice was steady and powerful: “Eight words: ‘Be bold and act decisively!’ You’re a smart man. Remember, you’re not fighting alone; a group of comrades stands behind you.”
“Also, the Hong Kong Police Department is under our jurisdiction. I have one more card to play—use it when the time is right.”
One last glance, and Yang Mi had already vanished before the floor-to-ceiling window.
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After being dragged into the police station by the officer, Liu Haizhu was thoroughly confused. The officer from the Operations Division dragged him in and then disappeared without a word, leaving him alone. Liu Haizhu wasn’t one to fuss. Since no one was attending to him, he figured he might as well roam freely, then slip away after the others left. As for how to explain it to Director Zhou and the others—he trusted that the two understanding leaders would figure it out.
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Liu Haizhu was wandering aimlessly when, near the restroom, suddenly someone grabbed him hard from behind. Just as he was about to snap, his eyes widened in shock.
“Damn, Old Wan! Oh no, Uncle! What are you doing here? Haha, you’re on official business too?”
“Cut the crap!” Wan Huajun snapped, suddenly slapping the kid hard on the head. “Who the hell are you talking to, huh?!”
Feeling guilty, Liu Haizhu stretched his neck and asked, confused, “Uncle, why are you here then?”
Looking into the young man’s bright eyes, Old Wan’s own eyes moistened, his eyelid twitching. Yeah, why the hell am I here???
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Wan Huajun was not exactly thriving in Huang’an, but he was still a local official, having served the community and maintained peace his whole life. Retirement was imminent. Now he was at home with his wife and children, well-provided for materially. So why had he suddenly come here?
Recalling the miserable scene from yesterday, Old Wan truly wanted to cry.
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Huang’an, Iron Gate Post.
Right outside his own door, facing overwhelming odds, Old Wan shouted, “Leader, don’t let this calamity touch my wife and children!”
His leader, Director Qin of the Huang’an Public Security Bureau, personally stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and with a smile pulled the keys from his pocket to unlock the handcuffs.
“Comrade Wan Huajun,” Qin said earnestly, “the organization is assigning you a difficult task.”
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In the restroom, Old Wan looked seriously at the young man before him.
From familiarity to estrangement... and back to familiarity.
Are you a devil? Kid, you sure know how to stir up trouble. What, is Huang’an city too small for you to make a scene?
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Years ago, he had personally handed this kid over to his second uncle. As the kid grew and returned to Huang’an city, he caused trouble every few days, driving the local riffraff to flee to other places.
From childhood to now, Old Wan had worried endlessly and constantly cleaned up after him. The bond between uncle and nephew was undeniably deep.
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Yet at this moment, Old Wan most wanted to beat the brat senseless.
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“Uncle?” Liu Haizhu waved his hands in front of Old Wan’s eyes. “Hey, wake up.”
Coming back to himself, Old Wan replaced his expression with a kindly smile. “Heh heh, Haizhu, this time we’ll fight side by side.”
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Liu Haizhu sneered at Old Wan, always feeling the old man had some ill intent—he was out to trap him.
Seeing the kid’s expression, Old Wan immediately frowned. “What’s wrong, you don’t trust me?”
Liu Haizhu asked suspiciously, “You say fight side by side?”
“Bam!” Old Wan gave him another sharp smack. “You got a problem with that?”
“Uh huh!”
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Liu Haizhu bit his lip, scratching his head. “My mind’s a bit scrambled right now. Uncle, just tell me—what’s really going on?”
Wan Huajun rubbed his blurry eyes, trying to clear his thoughts despite lack of sleep, then began to speak quietly.
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After a while, Liu Haizhu pulled the small USB drive from his pocket and asked in shock, “So, you’re saying I’ve been dragged into this?”
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That tiny USB drive was smaller than the pad of his fingertip.
Liu Haizhu stood silently. Old Wan didn’t rush him either.
Fear? Neither of them gave it much thought.
What Old Wan worried about was how his second aunt would manage while he was away.
Invincible... damn, no need to worry about Invincible—that guy’s fine.
Thinking of the arranged marriage his family forced upon him, a fiery folk song naturally surfaced in his mind.
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Suddenly, the kid felt a sourness in his teeth—deep and bitter.
Yet, somehow, he felt relieved.
It wasn’t that Dong Zhizhi was a bad person or that Liu Haizhu couldn’t handle her.
It was just that Liu Haizhu wasn’t ready to bear such responsibility.
Otherwise, with the girl having everything she wanted and staying with him those few days, both openly and covertly she wanted something, and Liu Haizhu was in the prime of his youth.
If he had no concerns, they would have already done the deed.
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In this lifetime, simply marrying and having kids—Liu Haizhu always felt that wasn’t his path.
Yes, staying here for a while might be good.
Maybe, once time passed, this matter would just fade away.
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Liu Haizhu pulled his passport from his pocket. “Uncle, can I still go back?”
“Go back? To do what? What about the Party and the people?”
Without a second thought, Wan Huajun snatched the passport from Liu Haizhu’s hand. “I’ll hold onto this for you, so you don’t lose it.”
“Wait—”
Looking at his now empty hands, Liu Haizhu was momentarily dumbfounded.
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