"Hello," Zhao Zhengyi answered the phone.
"Is this Director Zhao? I am Qin Yuhan from the Qin Corporation."
In the president’s office of the Qin Corporation, Qin Yuhan was extremely anxious after learning that Wu Tian had been taken away. In her entire life, she had only felt this worried when her own family was in trouble. Because of this, she felt compelled to call Zhao Zhengyi. Business and politics, after all, have always been intertwined.
Zhao Zhengyi was stunned for a moment. As he set off for the police station, he said, "So it’s my niece, Yuhan. What has you calling your Uncle Zhao today?"
Qin Yuhan rarely called Zhao Zhengyi. Asking for his help always cost upwards of 500,000, and while that sum was nothing to her, she had never been fond of the man himself.
"I need you to save someone for me."
"Oh? And who might that be, niece? If it’s a simple matter, 500,000 will do. If it’s complicated, the price goes up. But if we’re talking about a criminal on death row, I can’t help you. You know your Uncle Zhao has his limits," Zhao Zhengyi replied, driving to the station.
"Okay, no problem. I’ll leave it in your hands then."
"Mm," Zhao Zhengyi nodded, then asked, "Who did you say I’m saving?"
"His name is Wu Tian."
"..." Zhao Zhengyi was taken aback once again.
Who on earth is this Wu Tian? He’s connected to Xiao Tianzan and he also knows Qin Yuhan? Should I really take this money?
Thinking about his approaching retirement, Zhao Zhengyi smiled and said, "Alright, no problem. I’ll get him out for you. The price is 950,000. Is that acceptable?"
"Of course, that’s no problem at all," Qin Yuhan agreed joyfully.
She was completely unaware that even if she had never called, never offered a single cent, Zhao Zhengyi wouldn’t have dared to keep Wu Tian locked up.
Finally, Zhao Zhengyi pulled his Audi up to the police station. At that exact moment, an Accord parked in front of the building. The man who stepped out was none other than Xiao Tianzan.
His nickname was the Admiral of the Nine Gates. He never coveted a single penny from the citizens, nor did he ever use public funds. Since turning eighteen, he had refused every last cent from his father, Xiao Liang. After twenty years as a public servant, his salary was only enough to afford him an Accord.
When Zhao Zhengyi saw the face he so often saw on the Southern Province television channel, a wave of anxiety washed over him. He hurried over, bowing his head. "Governor, for you to come in person is truly an..."
"Spare me the pleasantries. Take me to him," Xiao Tianzan said, cutting him off, his disdain for flattery clear.
"Yes, yes, of course." It was the first time Zhao Zhengyi had dealt with a superior like this. He felt an oppressive weight in Xiao Tianzan’s presence but obediently followed his orders, leading him into the police station.
Hao Ma and the other officers tensed up the moment they saw their director arrive.
"Where is Wu Tian?" Zhao Zhengyi demanded, his gaze fixed on Hao Ma.
The shout left Hao Ma stunned. "In... in the interrogation room."
Zhao Zhengyi snorted and had someone fetch the keys. He personally led the way, escorting Xiao Tianzan to the interrogation room.
Finally, the door swung open.
Hao Ming, his pants soaked and his face pale, saw Zhao Zhengyi and knew he was saved. Generally, directors and their deputies didn’t get along, but Zhao Zhengyi and Hao Ming were different. They were cut from the same cloth, both eager to profit from their positions, and had collaborated on many occasions over the years.

Hao Ma and the others were stunned. They spent their time indulging in worldly pleasures and never paid attention to boring news, so they had no idea the man standing beside their director was the provincial governor. A provincial governor?
What is such an important figure doing here?

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