Spy War 1929

Chapter 65 The Calm Before the Storm

Bringing Chen Hanlin to report today, Chen Ledao came much earlier than usual.At this point in time, Lao Xue hasn't even come yet!
With this in mind, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the office door, which seemed to be a little lighter.

After today, Lao Xue can no longer say that he goes to work later than him!
The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he was in a good mood like an early bird. He took a big stride, and at the same time looked at Xue Liangying's desk, but when he saw it, he froze in place.

A mouthful of "my grass" was tightly held in the throat, and the mood seemed to have changed. The bird did not find the early-rising bug, but met the early-morning eagle.

Eagles don't just eat chicks, they're not picky about birds either!
I saw a person sitting quietly on the chair behind the table, with a gray vest on a blue shirt and a tie tied behind the gray vest, his hair was combed neatly with pomade, and none of them stood out.There are no flaws in appearance.

He was reading the newspaper with relish in his hand, and there was a cup of steaming coffee on the table.

This person is Xue Liangying.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xue Liangying looked away from the newspaper, and saw Chen Ledao who was stunned at the door, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Is this. Could it be that I am dazzled by reading newspapers?

A big question popped up in my heart.

"How did you come?"

"No, why did you come so early?"

Xue Liangying's brown-black pupils looked at Chen Ledao in surprise, his eyelashes were throbbing, he was used to the rhythm of Chen Ledao pushing the door and walking in around ten o'clock every day.

He raised his watch with his left hand and looked at it, it was less than nine o'clock.

"When did you come?" Chen Ledao staggered in with his eyelids drooping, turned into a frost-beaten eggplant, and lazily closed the door. He didn't answer Xue Liangying, but asked instead.

Xue Liangying felt a little weird, why is it Chen Ledao's turn to ask himself this question?But it doesn't matter, he put down the newspaper and said with a smile:

"Didn't I come so early one day? It's you, it's not your "work" time yet, right?" He pointed to his watch with his right hand, and it was less than nine o'clock.

Chen Ledao took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, took off his top hat and put it away, and walked to Xue Liangying's desk, sitting on the desk with his thighs, Ah Q pulled himself together, raised his left hand, and put the watch on his wrist in front of Xue Liangying's eyes , with a heavy emphasis on the right hand:

"Remember this time, I will go to work on time every day in the future." His tone sounded like he was swearing.

"There's no need to be so vicious to yourself." Xue Liangying couldn't help laughing.

After this period of time, he has experience. Whenever Chen Ledao enters this state, he doesn't need to refute. Time will become Chen Ledao's biggest enemy.

Picking up the newspaper on the table, folding it to one side, and handing it to Chen Le with a smile:
"You haven't read today's newspaper, have you? There is a big news on it. Take a look. You may have an extra sister in the future."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Chen Ledao glanced at him suspiciously, not knowing what he meant, he took the newspaper and looked up.

First of all, I saw a headline: Mr. Feng Jingyao welcomes a adoptive daughter, Miss Fang Yanyun pays homage to her godfather.

Chen Ledao's eyes froze, what is this?What the hell?
Xue Liangying looked at him with a smile, and motioned him to read the report with his chin.

But do we still need to read this report?
Chen Ledao was a little dazed, he put down his thighs on the table unconsciously, took the newspaper back to his seat with unsolvable doubts, and carefully read the report.

How did Feng Jingyao accept Fang Yanyun as his adopted daughter? He didn't remember this happening!

After reading the whole article, it didn't explain clearly why Feng Jingyao accepted Fang Yanyun as a foster daughter, it just talked nonsense.

Putting down the newspaper absently, Chen Ledao was completely puzzled, what kind of tricks old man Feng was playing?
Xue Liangying walked over to Chen Ledao's desk with a coffee in his hand, leaned against the desk in the same posture as Chen Ledao just now, and said with a smile:

"Well, I didn't lie to you, you will have an extra sister in the future."

Xue Liangying was joking in his tone, picked up the coffee and took a sip with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Chen Ledao put down the newspaper and rolled his eyes at him, what's wrong with the god-sister, doesn't she like having multiple god-sisters!
I can't figure out what Feng Jingyao is going to do. Is it like the ancient royal family getting married, the emperor didn't have a suitable daughter or didn't want to marry his own daughter, so he named another princess and princess and took it for a marriage?

There is no need to doubt that Feng Jingyao's character is capable of doing this. Chen Ledao temporarily suppressed the matter, intending to turn around and ask Fang Yanyun what happened.

The people upstairs were shocked, and the people downstairs were angry.

Outside the patrol office of the deputy head of the police station, billowing dark clouds shrouded the heads of the policemen. The atmosphere was as cold and quiet as a cold mountain and old forest in winter. Even the entire police station seemed to be in a weird atmosphere.

Everyone knows that they must not make loud noises, and must not attract the attention of people in the house, otherwise there will be no good fruit to eat, and they will have to walk around if they can't finish eating.

Everyone was doing their own thing honestly and quietly, holding things lightly with their fingers, and walking as if they had to touch their toes.

The air is full of depression.

Lao Jiu sat in his own position, leaning on the armrest of the chair with his elbows, and rubbing the top of his head, which symbolizes strength, with his palms. The calluses on his hands were in close contact with his scalp, and the rough touch could bring some calm to his chaotic thinking.

Kim Dae-jung's death wasn't necessarily done by Feng Jingyao, and even if it was, it wasn't necessarily the discovery of his plan.

Kim Dae-jung went to prison because he offended Feng Jingyao, maybe Feng Jingyao just killed him because of it!

Uncle Jiu kept comforting himself, trying his best to calm himself down.But the minds in their heads dismissed it.

All kinds of guesses popped up in his head, crowding, tearing, scrambling, trying to squeeze into his heart like a fight and make him believe in himself.

As long as they hang around in Shanghai Beach, it is impossible not to offend a few people. He and Jin Dazhong have offended quite a few people.The one who killed Jin Dazhong was not necessarily Feng Jingyao, maybe someone else.

Uncle Jiu didn't want to believe that frightening possibility, so he could only try his best to comfort himself.

"No, no matter who killed Jin Dazhong and blamed me, we can't wait any longer, we must do it as soon as possible!"

Uncle Jiu's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows drooped, his palms left the top of his head, and he sat upright.

"It's a pity that Akun can't move in the hospital. If he can summon the people under Jin Dazhong, I don't have to take the risk myself." An idea popped up in my heart and was rejected again.

Now it is the best option for Akun to lead someone to kidnap Feng Jingyao's daughter. Once it is revealed, it can be blamed on Akun.

Revenge for Kim Dae-jung would be the best reason for Akun to do it. Even Feng Jingyao couldn't believe it, but it's a pity that people's wishes didn't come true.

Uncle Jiu sighed in his heart, after all, he had to take the path he least wanted to take.

A faint regret rose in my heart, but it was fleeting, and my heart became firm again.

At a time like this, it is absolutely impossible to look forward and backward.He alerted himself in his heart.

"Raising them for so long, it's time to put them to use!" Uncle Jiu thought of several people.

"A Fei, come in!!" Uncle Jiu yelled out the door.

The door was pushed open a small crack, and Ah Fei carefully squeezed in through the crack with a little nervousness.

"Ninth Uncle?"

Uncle Jiu beckoned him to come closer.

A Fei immediately went to Jiu Shu's side, Jiu Shu said in a low voice: "Go to the private storage to get some guns, give them to Heng San's subordinates, and tell them that it's time to avenge Heng San.

Let them go and tie up Feng Jingyao's daughter for me."

Uncle Jiu explained in detail that Heng San's subordinates were all loyal to Heng San. After Heng San disappeared, he was determined to avenge him, but he temporarily took him in because it was not the right time.

Akun can't count on it, so he can only move these people.

Ah Fei took Uncle Jiu to order him to leave. Uncle Jiu was thinking about it in the office, restless all the time, so he simply walked out of the police building with a gun and drove to the Public Directorate.

The incident was too sudden and broke his original plan. Since he decided to do it in advance, it is necessary to notify DuPont.Once Feng Chengcheng is tied up, it will affect the whole body at that time, and DuPont must not lose the chain.But he is not very confident about DuPont's color embryo.

That night, Uncle Nine's conversations in Gilles Le Bray's office during the day, as well as his conspiracy with Du Pont in Du Pont's office, were completely compiled into words and appeared on Feng Jingyao's desk.

After dinner, Feng Jingyao and Uncle Xiang went to the study. While they were waiting, a car drove into Feng's mansion.The people who got out of the car went to Feng Jingyao's study all the way without hindrance, and presented a packed document to Uncle Xiang.

The document was opened by Uncle Xiang and presented to Feng Jingyao. It was a few pages full of everything that Zhu Runjiu and Du Pont had done in the last two days.

Uncle Xiang handed Feng Jingyao the glasses, turned on the desk lamp, and stood aside with his hands hanging by his sides, quietly waiting for Feng Jingyao to read all the words on the paper.

After reading the last one, Feng Jingyao lightly threw it on the table, took off his eyes and put it on the table, and gently rubbed the dry and sore bridge of the nose and the corners of the eyes with the thumb and index finger of his left hand.

Thick dark clouds covered the moon and piled up over the city. There was a faint tendency of black clouds to overwhelm the top. The hissing sound of the north wind outside the window was transmitted into the study through the glass, making people's skin feel a little cold out of thin air.Feng Jingyao rubbed the corners of his eyes and did not speak for a long time, the quiet atmosphere in the study became more and more profound.

"master?"

Uncle Xiang's voice sounded beside Feng Jingyao.

"Ah Xiang, why are there always people against me? Why can't they remember the lesson?"

Uncle Xiang was silent. Although he didn't read what was written on the paper, he already had a rough guess in his mind.

Tonight may be busy again.

"As soon as Jin Dazhong died, all kinds of ghosts and snakes jumped out. Chen Le said that the news is true. Du Bang and Lao Jiu conspired to kidnap Cheng Cheng and threaten me."

Feng Jingyao's voice was flat, no anger could be heard, as if he was simply describing things like eating and drinking.

"Hehe, he refuses to do business well with me. He insists on connecting with Lao Jiu. I really don't know how he has such a foreign brain." Feng Jingyao shook his head with a smile, his pupils looked dim under the light deep.

Uncle Xiang stood aside and listened quietly, the master was just sighing alone, he didn't need to answer the words, just stood here quietly and waited for the master's next order.

Feng Jingyao didn't make Uncle Xiang wait too long.

"Since the matter is confirmed, there is nothing to say. Leave all the investigations on Lao Jiu to Lao Ma. After all, he is a police officer, so let Lao Ma, the chief police officer, handle it."

Feng Jingyao's tone was indifferent, and Uncle Xiang listened quietly, writing down every word in his heart.

"Dupont." He mused, "Just as I said before, give the stuff to all the newspapers in Shanghai, and let them publish it for me tomorrow. Let's make the headlines on the front page."

In fact, he didn't need to emphasize that what Mr. Feng wanted to publish in the newspaper, who would dare to let her not be the front page headline?

But several people wanted to touch his daughter, and he was so angry that he forgot about it.

After saying this, Feng Jingyao picked up the teacup on the table, picked up the lid of the cup and turned it a few times, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat before continuing:
"Arrange a few people to deal with all the fish that slipped through the net under Hengsan's men, and throw them into the Huangpu River."

Speaking of this, Feng Jingyao thought of a person who had nothing to do with him before, and that person was mentioned in those few pages just now.

After thinking about the pros and cons for a while, he said to Uncle Xiang:
"The deputy director of the police department, Jill Jill Le Brey," he was a little uncomfortable with this very unChinese name.

"Collecting information about him, he doesn't have a good relationship with Police Chief Fiore, and he doesn't have a good relationship with Chen Ledao's friend Salle. With such a colleague relationship, he must be unhappy in that position. Help me He moved around."

Uncle Xiang wrote down all Feng Jingyao's arrangements, and stood quietly for a while, seeing that Feng Jingyao stopped talking, he said:
"Master, I'm going down to make arrangements."

Feng Jingyao nodded with his eyes closed, leaned back, put his hands on the armrests on both sides of the chair, and tapped his fingers.

Uncle Xiang pushed the door open and closed it gently, only Feng Jingyao was left in the study.

There was a person standing a few meters away in the corridor outside the door. Everyone was very quiet, except for Uncle Xiang's slight footsteps, there was no other sound.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the corridor became quiet, just like the silence in the study.

Feng Jingyao's head was resting on the back of the chair, slightly raised, his face expressionless, his eyes closed, only his eyebrows trembling slightly at that time, showing that his heart was not peaceful.

(End of this chapter)