Min’er drank several cups in a row, her whole body flushed red, and her eyes were brimming with tears. She looked at Yi Muyang with a pitiful expression.
“Mr. Yi, that’s about enough, I think. Drink any more and you’ll be too drunk. My service won’t be good later.” She was actually already a little tipsy, the man before her blurred into the face of A-cheng. She leaned closer to him.
Yi Muyang wanted to push her away, but he held back. He only used his finger to point at her forehead, pushing her head off his shoulder. Seeing that she was indeed quite drunk, he stopped pouring her more wine.
“A-Cheng,” she murmured, leaning closer to him.
“My birthday is next month, are you coming or not?”
“A-Cheng, you said you would take me away when you’re done with your work.”
Yi Muyang endured the discomfort and let her lean against his shoulder, talking to her question by question.
He’ll take you away, he comforted.
“No, he lied to me. He’s always been lying to me. He has to work for his boss, his boss is more important than me, more important than me.”
“He may prioritize his career, but that’s so he can provide a good life for you in the future,” he continued to comfort her.
“Bull****, what does he even call that a career? Don’t think I don’t know what he’s up to. He thinks he can fool me, running up the mountain every day. I know exactly where he is.”
Yi Muyang’s heart suddenly tightened. He held his breath, waiting for her to continue, but after a while, he looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep. The towel on her body was gone at some point. He reached out and took the thin blanket beside her and threw it over her.
She turned to the door and retrieved her bag that was hanging there. The bag contained her phone, which she picked up and unlocked using her fingerprint. She then searched for a contact named “Acheng.”
I flipped through the phonebook and didn’t see a number. It seems like this A-cheng is very careful, or maybe Min-er is cautious too, and hasn’t saved his number.
He checked WeChat again, still finding nothing. But a chat record between her and her friend caught his attention.
“Acheng can’t be with me for my birthday again this year.”
She said that on my birthday, she had to go with her boss to buy supplies.
“Anyway, I’ve accepted this. His boss will always be more important than me. While I’m young, I should go out and make as much money as I can. He’s not someone I can depend on.”
Go shopping with the boss?
Yi Muyang remembered this crucial information. As for her birthdate, whether it was according to the lunar or solar calendar, a casual inquiry at the club would reveal the answer.
He told Ding Zhi about this information, asking him to let the higher-ups know to pay close attention to A Cheng’s movements and monitor him closely. He was buying goods, which should be to accompany Gesang Liren to purchase raw materials. Perhaps following this lead, they could uncover Gesang Liren’s drug manufacturing factory.
“Alright, I’ll send the relevant materials to the higher-ups right away. Be careful yourself too.”
“Mm.”
After so long, there’s finally been some progress.
Ding Zhi’s people are competent, decisive, and resolute. They have a plan and act quickly. A few days after Min’er’s birthday, Gan An suddenly sent someone to take Yi Muyang and Jia Peng to his villa.
It is said that Gan An was furious in the villa and smashed many things.
Jiao Pang sat in the car, still playing with his rosary beads in a regular rhythm, but there was no smile on his face. Yi Mu Yang sat beside him, still looking sleepy-eyed, and whispered
What’s wrong?
Jiapeng’s rosary beads suddenly stopped turning, and he ceased all movement. He turned his head to look at Yimu Yang, then slowly shook his head.
“Let’s talk about it later.”
Before the car even reached Gan An’s villa, he saw over a dozen people standing outside, each with dust and grime on their faces and various wounds. Some were even barefoot, while others wore only one shoe. When they saw the car arrive, they all stared intently.
Yi Muyang actually knew what had happened, so he seriously went over the whole thing in his mind, thinking about whether there were any loopholes?
Soon, he and Giampen arrived at the villa’s living room where they had been before. Dan An was sitting there in a black shirt and glasses, seemingly calm, but his eyes were colder than ever, fixed on them as they entered.
Sit!
“Gan An only has a simple sitting character, exuding coldness.”
Yimu Chang sat down and looked at Gesang Liren, who was next to Gan’an, as well as his confidant Acheng. Both of them were kneeling in front of Gan’an, their faces pale as earth, with wounds of various sizes on their bodies.
For some reason, seeing the tall and imposing Gesar Rinchen kneeling there was incredibly comical, like a mighty mountain that had collapsed and lost its backbone.
Yi Mu Yang was still lounging around.
Gan An glanced at him, then suddenly looked at Jia Peng.
“ Lao Ji, you analyze it, how was Gexang’s factory discovered? ”
Ji’a Peng stared in shock at Gan An and Gesang.
“Has Gesang’s factory closed down?”
Gesang suddenly raised his head and glared at Jiapeng, yelling.
“You’re still pretending, you did this! You always hated me and wanted my position.”
Jiapeng seemed startled, nearly clutching his rosary beads and chanting “Amitabha Buddha”. His voice returned to its usual calm.
“I don’t even know where your factory is, how could I harm you? What benefit would it be to me if the factory was gone? You can’t produce goods, so I have nothing to sell. What benefit would that be to me?”
“Don’t act like a saint in front of Mr. An.”
Gesang Rinpoche was speaking when, suddenly, Gan’an lifted his foot and kicked him hard in the face.
“When accusing someone, you must provide evidence.”
Gan An was wearing black leather shoes. With that kick, he knocked out two of Gesang’s teeth, and blood instantly flowed from his mouth. A Cheng beside him trembled uncontrollably.
“Trash, fool, didn’t you say you had evidence? Then show it!” Gesang Rin endured the pain and turned to angrily scold Acheng.
Everyone looked at Acheng. Yi Muyang, though he still pretended to be an indifferent spectator, subtly furrowed his brow when Acheng spoke.
Acheng trembled and whimpered, kneeling before Gan An: “I played a few games at the mahjong parlor earlier, I lost money and couldn’t afford to pay, so they kept me there for half a day. At that time, I said…”
“What did you say?” Gia-Peng shouted.
I told you I’d have money in a few days and I would definitely pay back. Everyone in the industry knows that when he says “in a few days,” it means he’s going to run off with the money in a few days.
Gan An looked at Jia Peng: “I hate internal strife that disregards the interests of the collective above all else. How do you propose we solve this?”
His voice was calm, yet he ripped Giampon’s string of prayer beads apart. The beads fell onto the thick carpet and scattered silently on the floor.
Jia Peng also looked pale, but there was a hint of backbone in his voice: “If you want to find fault with me, there will be a reason. You’re condemning me based on just one word! It’s too unfair. I’ll definitely investigate and find out who did this.”