212: Chapter 211: Interrogation 212: Chapter 211: Interrogation Looking at the only two small bread rolls left in his hands, Song Yun felt that life was truly bitter now, even eating a full meal had become a difficult task.
It was truly a miserable situation.
Song Yun took out his phone and called Zhao Yan, telling him he had come back and asked him to have two underlings bring over some groceries.
Although Zhao Yan was baffled by Song Yun’s words and couldn’t make heads or tails of it, he obediently complied and sent two underlings, instructing them to buy groceries from the supermarket and bring them to Song Yun.
The two underlings were ecstatic upon hearing this news.
Their hidden boss, Song Yun, was elusive on normal days, and they rarely saw him face-to-face.
They hadn’t expected to catch a glimpse of him today, so they were very excited.
When Song Yun was lazily lying in bed watching a movie, the doorbell rang.
He opened the door to find the two underlings, dressed in black clothes, bowing and saying, “Brother Song, Brother Zhao sent us to deliver these items to you.”
Song Yun took a look at the groceries and felt it was enough to feed four starving ghosts for a meal.
He patted the two underlings’ shoulders and said, “I think highly of you.
Go back and send my regards to your Brother Zhao, tell him to give you a raise.”
The two underlings hadn’t expected to have such a close encounter with their idol.
Stars sparkled in their eyes.
You know, if they were girls, Song Yun might have accepted it, but since they were all tough men, even looking at each other felt disgusting, let alone behaving affectionately.
After sending the two underlings away, Song Yun decided to personally cook a meal for three lazy girls.
He washed the vegetables, cooked the meal, and even steamed a pot of rice.
With everything ready, Song Yun stood in the yard and shouted, “Lazy girls, come and eat, or there’ll be nothing left.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than three swift figures darted past him.
Before he could react, half of the food on the table had already been devoured.
Song Yun let out a wail and joined the battle—a mealtime battle without smoke had just erupted.
After eating, everyone lay on the couch, stomachs round like rolling gourds.
Li Shishi nudged Song Yun with her tiny feet and said, “Song Yun, go wash the dishes.”
“Why should I wash the dishes?
I’m the one who cooked this meal.
The one who cooks shouldn’t have to wash the dishes,” Song Yun retorted, focused on peeling an apple.
“You ate the most just now, now hurry up and wash them as a little workout.”
“Oh c’mon, I don’t want to.
If it comes to it, I’ll cook next time,” Li Shishi pouted, feeling aggrieved.
Song Yun wouldn’t dare let Li Shishi into the kitchen.
He vividly remembered the breakfast he and Qingluan had made last time.
Thinking of that pitch-black egg soup made his rear end clench tightly.
“Let’s play rock-paper-scissors.
Whoever loses washes the dishes,” Song Yun suggested.
The three ladies agreed.
After several rounds—the best of three, the best of five, the best of seven, and the best of ten—the final result was still Song Yun doing the dishes.
Looking at the pile of dishes, Song Yun felt like crying without tears.
Have you ever seen girls as unscrupulous as them?
They were like devils, each and every one.
After eating and drinking their fill, everyone’s energy slowly ebbed away, especially Li Shishi, who yawned repeatedly.
All four had just gotten off a plane, and after the weary journey, everyone’s spirits drastically plummeted.
So, they each retired to their own rooms for some much-needed sleep.
Song Yun could finally sleep peacefully here, but Dong Linze in the detention center was not so lucky.
He had been looking haggard these past few days.
Although he hadn’t been in detention for long, his temples had turned white, and he appeared over a decade older.
“Now tell us, what other corrupt materials do you have?” two monitoring officers interrogated.
Dong Linze remained silent, still unyielding.
“Stop resisting in vain.
Tell us who from above instructed you to do these things.”
As soon as this question was asked, Dong Linze was stunned, immediately realizing that these people intended to dig deep.
If the high-ranking official above him also fell as a result, he really would have no chance to get out.
There’s a scene in TV shows and movies where, whenever the protagonist is captured by the villains, and the villains demand information, if the protagonist immediately spills everything he knows, the audience would curse, calling him a scoundrel for giving away a secret he had guarded his whole life so easily, showing no integrity at all—even though the audience’s own integrity isn’t much in reality, it doesn’t stop them from tearing into them online.
However, if the villains torture the protagonist severely with chili water and tiger benches, and the protagonist, instead of giving in, yells, “Go ahead and kill me,” and then the villains threaten his family’s lives, after which the protagonist, recalling many happy moments with his family, ends up bluntly revealing the secret.
At this point, the audience would either weep or applaud, praising the protagonist as a good man, a top-notch person who does not yield to evil forces.
Even though the conclusion is the protagonist giving away the secret, as long as the narrative takes a different turn, a story that could have been cursed turns into a good one.
Dong Linze saw himself as the protagonist mentioned above, a good man in the audience’s eyes since he had not leaked any information about his superiors.
However, having enjoyed luxury and riches, he did not believe he could keep silent under the monitoring department’s punishment indefinitely.
He was determined that if his big boss didn’t help him on the day of the trial, he would expose everything about him and testify against him.
“You should know you’ve been here for several days, and no one from above has come to save you.
Don’t harbor resentment in your heart; he too is a clay Buddha crossing the river, unable to save himself.
Our department has already gathered information about him.
Your testimony is not significant to us—it’s just a matter of your attitude,” a monitoring officer, lighting a cigarette and speaking contentedly, said, “Now you know the full story, right?
So, are you going to provide this statement or not?”
“If I provide it, what’s in it for me?” Dong Linze tentatively asked.
“You still dare ask for benefits?
Dong Linze!
Are you out of your mind!” A monitoring officer slammed the table and shouted indignantly, “It’s because of pests like you that our credibility keeps dropping.
You didn’t expect us to dig so deep this time, did you?
I’ll tell you, we’ll follow this lead from start to finish.
You’re just a grasshopper on this thread.
Whether you can apply to be a tainted witness depends entirely on your own efforts.”