boyutpedia Chapter 63 Stop!
Chapter 63 Stop!
"Important information."
"Tonight, while my wife was tidying up, she found a book that your dad gave me: On the 10 Greatest Relationships."
"At the end of the book, he wrote a passage that made me realize that his case was not so simple."
Wang Weiqiang's expression turned serious. He squinted as he took a drag of his cigarette and pulled out a book from inside his coat.
Wu Tianyao took the cigarette and flipped to the end.
A handwritten section of traditional Chinese characters:
The world is made up of contradictions; without contradictions, there would be no world. Our task is to properly handle these contradictions.
Then there's a passage in English:
Uphold procedural justice and take a critical attitude toward any
'extraordinary measures'
The translation is:
Uphold procedural justice and be critical of any "extraordinary measures"!
After quickly glancing at the book, Wu Tianyao returned it to Wang Weiqiang and turned to look at the night view in the distance.
He naturally couldn't understand the meaning behind those words, and could only analyze their literal meaning: "You mean, the viewpoints presented in this book contradict the two viewpoints presented in the English version?"
past life.
As a high-ranking private bodyguard, Wu Tianyao had contact with many different kinds of people.
He had read this book in his boss's car and finished it in fits and starts when he had nothing else to do.
Overall.
The book's viewpoint extends to advocating for flexibility within institutional frameworks to address complex situations.
This is clearly a completely different line of thinking and viewpoint from the English statement.
"Yes!" Wang Weiqiang took a deep drag on his cigarette. "I've been wondering about this for a long time."
"Why was it that when Lao Wu, a senior inspector, was shot and killed by such a low-level means, there was no internal investigation?"
"Furthermore, the Zihua Xin gang, once a powerful organization within the Yihe triad, is now practically a run-down society. Anyone in a triad knows that you can't even touch a military uniform, let alone shoot a senior inspector!"
"Now that you've opened a branch on Green Mountain Road, you should know that no one in the Yihe organization is asking you to sell heroin anymore, right?"
Old Wu's death wasn't that simple. I think someone deliberately used the heroin smuggling case to lure Old Wu in, and then killed him!
"I think the flowery letter is just a gloving, nothing more!"
Speaking of it.
Wang Weiqiang took a deep drag on his cigarette, but instead of exhaling the smoke, he looked ahead.
It will take quite a while.
He turned to look at Wu Tianyao: "Old Wu's English is so-so. Apart from some police documents, he never writes or speaks English in private. He doesn't write a single word or speak a single sentence in English."
Wang Weiqiang pointed to the string of English words written at the end of the book: "I think Lao Wu was implying something."
He must have discovered something involving the foreigners inside the company, which is why he was silenced. The foreigners' evasive approach to the matter now makes sense.
"In addition, the son of the gunman with brain cancer who shot and killed Lao Wu left Hong Kong the day before the incident. Immigration records show that he returned to Hong Kong three days ago."
"My suggestion is that you end your undercover operation and return to the police force. I'll arrange a quiet, low-paying job for you. But if you really get to that point, I'm afraid..."
Wang Weiqiang stopped talking and pressed his hands on the railing: "Think about this seriously. This is no joke. If it really involves foreigners inside the organization, I, a mere chief inspector, certainly can't protect you."
The current time period.
Chinese police officers have the lowest social status.
Internally, a Chinese chief inspector is not as high-ranking as a foreign senior inspector.
"Didn't I tell you before? I have no interest in the foreign police force." Wu Tianyao shook his head without hesitation and said, "I have my own things to do, and I know very well what path I want to take in the future."
He needed to rely on the gang to accumulate his initial wealth, which would also reduce many unnecessary troubles in his business dealings.
"As for if the investigation goes that far, I wouldn't mind digging them out and sending them on their way."
Since Wu Tianyao has borrowed this identity.
He had to deal with any troubles that arose from this identity.
"Stop it, Yao!" Wang Weiqiang said helplessly, advising again, "Don't go too far, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out for you."
"No need to hold on!"
Wu Tianyao said decisively, "I'm backing down now. Believe me or not, my herbal tea shop will be smashed up and forced to close down by tomorrow morning!"
"The herbal tea processing workshop I've painstakingly built up will be devoured in an instant, leaving not a trace, believe it or not?!"
In this world, status, background, and connections matter.
If you don't want to rely on others to make a living, you have to be able to stand on your own two feet.
"this..."
Wang Weiqiang looked at Wu Tianyao in surprise, but couldn't refute him.
He gritted his teeth: "I've been brothers with Lao Wu for so many years. I don't want you to get into trouble in the end. If we can't take care of the dead, then the living should be the priority."
previously.
He had always firmly opposed the idea of his predecessor infiltrating the country.
"I don't like working for those foreigners, and I don't need to beg and fawn over them. Whoever has the money is the one who's powerful!"
Wu Tianyao looked ahead and exhaled a puff of smoke: "As long as there's enough silver, these foreigners will be begging and groveling, calling me 'Mr. Wu' with utmost respect!"
The bluish-green smoke stretched out in front of me, forming a straight line of smoke, before being quickly dispersed by the chilly night wind.
The wind also blew the hair on his forehead.
Wang Weiqiang scanned Wu Tianyao's profile and felt only his resolute character.
He stamped his foot: "Fine, since you've thought it through, I'll support you through this ordeal, no matter how you want to play."
"Tell me, what's the name of the son of that gunman who got brain cancer?"
Wu Tianyao stretched his neck: "Since the gunman was arranged by Zihua Xin, and he left beforehand, they probably knew each other."
"Make sure you memorize it after you read it. These are the documents my men brought out." Wang Weiqiang took out the prepared materials: "I knew you wouldn't do what I said, so I prepared them for you."
"This kid has changed his appearance, even his surname, and returned with a different name."
Wang Weiqiang had been keeping a close eye on the movements of the gunman's son, who was diagnosed with brain cancer, and that's how he managed to get information about him.
He happened to find this book that evening, which immediately gave him more to think about, so he went to find Wu Tianyao right away.
"Let's go first."
Wu Tianyao took the folded piece of paper and patted Wang Weiqiang on the shoulder.
His voice echoed in the hallway: "Remember, next time you go up to the rooftop, be more careful! You've really got me into a bad mood!"
"Drink your own herbal tea to cool down, handsome!" Wang Weiqiang laughed and shook his head in response, "Damn it, just like Lao Wu, do you really have to risk your life for fame like this!"
Wu Tianyao would definitely not go to Li Wanhua again.
The atmosphere had been built up to that point, and then Wang Weiqiang, that good-for-nothing, interrupted it. If I were to go looking for him again, it would make me seem a bit pathetic.
Let's talk about it next time.
He returned to his room, closed the door, and took out the handwritten documents from Wang Weiqiang. His eyes quickly scanned them: "Shit, your handwriting is much worse than Lao Wu's. It's crooked and has a few typos."
Wu Tianyao, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted as he looked down, his mind racing with calculations and analyses.
The cigarette ash clung to his lips, a long, thin piece of it remaining firmly in place, with a wisp of smoke curling upwards.