Chapter 15 The Meeting

The next day, Manchurian Changqing Company.

In the smoke-filled conference room, several company veterans gathered, chattering and discussing non-stop.

An old man in a Zhongshan suit with gray hair complained, "Little Yang, my family is being watched! What if someone inside spills something? What good will that do me? I've worked for Changqing for half my life, and I don't want to end up here in my old age."

Sitting to his right, a middle-aged man with a bald head and large tattooed arms smoked constantly and said, "My situation isn't good either; both of my houses are being watched. Brother Yang, Su Ju needs to come up with a plan. We agreed to be incorporated and have been working for them. They can't just leave us here to take the fall when trouble arises."

A man in a suit, sitting close to Lao Yang, adjusted his glasses and said, "We need a plan as soon as possible. We can't delay. I feel like Gwen is going to make an example of us at any moment. The brothers working below probably can't withstand the military intelligence department's interrogation."

Lao Yang sat in a wheelchair, looking tired. The injuries he sustained from the interrogation a few days ago hadn't fully healed. Even so, he dragged his sick body here to soothe everyone's emotions.

After everyone discussed for a while and slowly calmed down, Lao Yang slowly opened his mouth, "Since we decided to be incorporated, don't be afraid of everything. Weren't we all happy when we were getting paid? Now that it's time for you to take responsibility, you can't shrink back. Is there any difference between running guns on the sea and launching a political uprising? Both involve life-and-death situations. What are you afraid of? Can the Fifth Division kill you twice?"

Everyone became even quieter upon hearing this.

Lao Yang coughed twice, his body weak, but his eyes were sharp and he possessed a truly commanding presence: "Hold your ground and show the same energy you had when you were fighting Lao Mo for territory! I think Gwen's level is pretty average, not much stronger than those bastards in Eastern Europe who deal with women. But having said that, you need both strength and brains. I'll say two things: first, I believe in Lu Feng and trust his judgment of people. Second, Su Ju talked to me, and he's a decisive person who keeps his word. If they say they can smooth things over, then in my judgment, they won't break their promise. Everyone, go back to your positions and prepare to counterattack. Don't be hesitant. Hesitation leads to defeat. Gwen is a good example!"

"Alright, Brother, we'll listen to you."

"Yeah, we'll do it!"

"..."

What is a helmsman? It’s someone who can sit on the boat when the waves rise, and the people below can calm down.

Half an hour later, the high-level executives of the Changqing branch dispersed and prepared for the follow-up matters.

...

Manchurian Hospital.

Gwen took off his hospital gown and put on a suit.

Although his body hadn't fully recovered, now was not the time to quietly stay in the hospital. He needed to return to the Fifth Division as soon as possible, handle the remaining work, and give the higher-ups a perfect explanation.

The action team leader pushed open the door, saluted Gwen, and then began to report, "Director, there has been progress in the interrogation. Two people from Changqing Company couldn't hold out and confessed."

"Very good." Gwen's complexion finally improved a little: "Let's go, back to the Fifth Division."

He pushed open the door of the ward and strode out with the action team leader.

"Dilingling!"

Just as Gwen arrived at the main entrance of the hospital and got into the car, he suddenly received a call.

He glanced at the phone. It was from the police joint署 (shǔ) (office), so he pressed the answer button: "Hello, Director?"

"It's me. My people have already targeted the high-level executives of Changqing Company and are now waiting for your side. As long as your side interrogates something, I will immediately arrest them. Move quickly."

"Don't worry, my side is almost done too. I'm on my way back to the Fifth Division now. It won't be long before there are results."

"Good."

The two ended the call, and the car sped straight towards the Fifth Division.

Twenty minutes later.

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and Gwen walked in, covered in dust. His eyes fell on two men chained to the wall. Both of these men were employees of Changqing Company who were arrested during the incident at the port. At this time, they were covered in scars and basically unrecognizable. Various interrogation tools were placed next to them, with bloodstains still not dry.

"Whirr!"

The officer in charge of the interrogation picked up a bucket of water and splashed it on the two to wake them up. The two men shivered and looked at Gwen in front of them with trepidation.

Gwen stood by the table, staring at the two with cold eyes: "Tell me, who are your superiors?"

"Liu Feng, he is our big brother..."

"Yes, he told us to go to the port..."

The two men scrambled to answer.

"Pa!"

Gwen couldn't listen anymore. He slammed the table heavily and questioned sternly, "That's not what I want to hear! What do I need Liu Feng for? Tell me about your branch leader, Lao Yang. What did he tell you to do?!"

"President Yang usually doesn't communicate with us, and we can't get in touch with him."

"If that's your answer, you will receive a death sentence notice within a month." Gwen pointed at the other person and roared, "Do you understand what I mean?"

The two were silent, looking at each other.

...

At two o'clock that afternoon, the counterattack began.

Panama City.

Su Tianyu sat on the sofa, drinking red wine while watching the news on TV.

"A fierce gun battle took place in Manchuria a few nights ago. There were heavy casualties at the scene, and a large number of..."

"Several Balkan canal routes have been attacked. No organization has claimed responsibility for the attack..."

"This scale of police-bandit exchange is the most serious shooting incident in the Second District in the past five years. The Dragon City media is closely following the matter and will provide full coverage..."

As Su Tianyu pressed the remote control, all the channels were reporting on the Manchurian incident. He finally switched the channel to the local Manchurian TV station, which was also broadcasting the news. A beautiful blonde female host was holding a microphone, standing in front of the camera, pointing to the crowded government building behind her, and quickly reporting the situation in English: "Although the Manchurian gun battle has ended, the aftermath is still heating up. Many citizens have launched protests against the government and are holding demonstrations... Let's take a look at the scene. It's already a mess here..."

Seeing these news reports, Su Tianyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Spending money is effective. Various media outside the district, self-media within the Second District, and commercial media are all exerting their strength, and official media cannot completely conceal this situation without reporting it. Because personal media networks are now too developed, everyone is talking about it. If you don't report it, it's like burying your head in the sand.

...

Manchuria, City Hall.

Protesters gathered in the square in front of the building, throwing debris, wine bottles, and even Molotov cocktails at the building. The police tried to maintain order at the scene, but the effect was not very good in the face of the angry crowd.

A white citizen grabbed a wine bottle: "We pay so much tax every year, and this is how you protect us? Incompetent tax thieves!"

He threw the wine bottle out hard, smashing it in front of the city hall door. The wine bottle shattered instantly.

Two black men next to him held torches: "Incompetent government, go to hell!"

He and his two black-skinned companions lit the flag of the Second District. The people here are fierce. As long as their emotions run high, they dare to do anything.

Not far away, a dozen Chinese held up banners: "A large number of Chinese were shot at the Lishi Port, give us an explanation!"

The crowd kept attacking the city hall, and the scene was in chaos.

At the same time, the mayor in a suit and leather shoes stood in front of the window on the third floor of the city hall, looking at the chaotic crowd below, his forehead covered with sweat, his hands clenched into fists, trembling with anger. The next mayoral election is coming up, and doing this kind of thing at this time is tantamount to campaigning for his competitors.

"Pa!"

A piece of glass in the lobby on the first floor was smashed to pieces. The corner of the mayor's mouth twitched. After holding back for a long time, he pointed to the administrative secretary-general and said, "Call Gwen from the Fifth Division immediately and tell him to stop the work of his group of pigs and get out of Manchuria!"

"Mr. Mayor, Gwen should be able to prepare the evidence soon, and then he can directly arrest Yang from Changqing Company..."

"Oh, God, it's impossible to communicate." The mayor slammed the table and cursed angrily: "Can't you see who those people below were brought by? If we arrest the president of Changqing... then even God can't clean up this mess... The damn Fifth Division officers will leave sooner or later, but how will you and I handle this situation? Pray to the Lord?! My secretary-general...!"

...

Qing Yi Bureau, Kang Dinghuang looked at the news from Manchuria, with a slight smile on his lips: "Very good."