Chapter 145 - 38: Give It Up, It’s Full of ▁ ▁ Outside
Chapter 145: Chapter 38: Give It Up, It’s Full of ▁ ▁ Outside
Rewind to noon.
Zhang Yan had originally wanted to continue strolling around the company, mingling with the entry-level employees under the guise of an "intern." This way, he could deepen his understanding of the ins and outs of his very first business venture, strengthening his control over it. At the same time, it would satisfy his "regret" of never having entered society to toil away as a corporate drone for a few days.
"Alas, my life is missing a precious experience!" he mused.
However, the timing didn’t quite work out. He had just received a text message from his undercover agent who had infiltrated the enemy’s ranks—Zhang Shuai.
Fang Hanyu was finally going to make his move on Xia Xiqing.
The exact time and location of the plan were unclear. According to Zhang Shuai, the communication devices of those who had "tasks" had been temporarily confiscated by Fang Hanyu under various pretexts, making it seem like a criminal syndicate deal straight out of a movie. However, Zhang Yan had long anticipated this scenario. With his deep pockets, he had equipped Zhang Shuai with a cutting-edge tracking device.
The tracker was purchased through Brother Gan’s channels. Whether it was truly cutting-edge was hard to say, but it was undoubtedly expensive. The device was incredibly minuscule, a snap button the size of a stud earring, fastened to the corner of his undergarments, completely inconspicuous.
Yet, such a tiny little thing cost one hundred and fifty thousand!
Not to mention that Fang Hanyu hadn’t been overly formal—he didn’t use electronic detection equipment, the kind of stuff only seen in movies and TV shows. But even if he had, as long as this device remained in standby mode, it would be extremely difficult for him to detect.
Zhang Yan opened his phone to monitor the real-time location of his mole, Zhang Shuai, and contacted his expert tracker, Li Fan, to start tailing him. Judging from the GPS, they were still at the company; it probably wasn’t time to make a move yet.
Fang Hanyu’s side had kept the plan strictly under wraps, revealing very little information. Moreover, Zhang Shuai was just a temp who had recently joined, so naturally, they wouldn’t disclose too many details to him.
Zhang Shuai’s assigned task was to book a room at a specific, remote little motel at a designated time. Then, he was to wait for Fang Hanyu’s instructions by phone. At another specific time, he needed to briefly lure the motel owner away from the front desk. After completing these tasks, he was to hand the room card to a designated person, and then he could go home. Once the job was done, Fang Hanyu promised him a bonus of a thousand bucks.
Zhang Yan deduced that the room in this remote motel was the ultimate destination of Fang Hanyu’s so-called plan. No matter what he intended to do, it would ultimately be carried out there. However, it was hard to say exactly what his intentions were; there were simply too many possibilities.
Logically speaking, Fang Hanyu wouldn’t do anything truly psychotic or criminal. No matter how thoroughly prepared he claimed to be, once caught, he would really end up behind bars making license plates. Now that Zhang Yan had some "pocket change," he naturally understood that the tropes in movies and novels—where second-generation wealthy heirs could do whatever they wanted, cover the sky with one hand, and toy with and bully ordinary girls with impunity—were actually quite difficult to pull off in reality. It wasn’t something that could be achieved just by having money.
Even if one had immense power and influence, and ultimately used their immense wealth to secure a compromise from the woman afterward, the incident would remain a ticking time bomb, liable to go off at any moment. As long as a wealthy heir had any common sense, they generally wouldn’t choose this path. After all, with their resources, finding a compliant girl couldn’t be easier. If worse came to worst, going for a spa day, singing karaoke, or getting a foot massage was still much better than committing a crime.
But this was Xia Xiqing, after all. Having interacted with her in close proximity for so long, Zhang Yan was well aware of her charm. It wasn’t entirely impossible that Fang Hanyu would let his lower half do the thinking, choosing to risk it all just to covet a single night of pleasure.
Therefore, Zhang Yan still had to make foolproof preparations.
He drove off to first contact one of his high school classmates. Although he rarely attended high school reunions, he was in the class WeChat group and knew that one of his classmates had just become a police officer. He remembered the classmate’s name was Zhu Jian. During high school, they used to play basketball together often. Later on in college, he heard Zhu Jian had gone to Beijing, and they lost touch. He just didn’t expect him to still choose to return to Meng City after graduation.
Zhang Yan didn’t expect this classmate to be able to help directly. Rather, right now, even if he wanted to spend money to find someone within the system to get things done, he had no connections. After all, he lacked concrete evidence and couldn’t just ask the police for help outright. Conversely, if it all turned out to be a misunderstanding in the end, he might even face penalties for filing a false police report.
Since he was asking a favor, and it happened to be lunchtime, Zhang Yan found a restaurant near the municipal police bureau to treat him to a meal.
Upon arriving at the designated restaurant, he had just stepped out of the car when he heard a somewhat familiar voice. "Zhang Yan, this is a really nice car."
Zhang Yan turned to look. It was a tall, thin man standing off to the side, arms crossed and smiling cheerfully. He was wearing an awe-inspiring uniform.
"Zhu Jian! After all these years, you haven’t changed a bit," Zhang Yan greeted.
Zhu Jian took a few more deep looks at the Guoya before walking over and slinging an arm around Zhang Yan’s shoulders. "You, on the other hand, have gotten quite a bit more handsome."
"Of course. How else would I pick up girls? Hahaha."
This was often how it was between old classmates. A familiar gesture or tone of voice could easily erase years of lost time. The two of them chatted and laughed as they went inside.
The restaurant was very ordinary. There were no private dining rooms, only a single main hall filled with the rich, bustling atmosphere of everyday life. Zhang Yan hadn’t been filthy rich for very long, so he hadn’t yet reached the point where he couldn’t adapt back to a simpler lifestyle. He casually sat down with his old classmate amidst the cramped tables and chairs.