Chapter 84

Zhao Binglei asked, "A woman?"

Fang Tianfeng nodded.

Director Wu immediately asked, "Can you be more specific?"

Fang Tianfeng shook his head and continued eating. There were ten dishes on the table, but the other three people hadn't eaten much, and almost all of them were eaten by him alone.

The four of them chatted for a while, and Director Gao said, "Let's sit for a bit longer and then go back. My daughter has a high school entrance exam, and she gets upset if I come back too late."

Fang Tianfeng said, "I also need to go back. By the way, whose bill is this?"

"Of course, it's on my account," Director Wu said.

Fang Tianfeng nodded, took out 300 yuan from his wallet, and placed it on the table.

Director Wu's face changed slightly, and Director Gao and Zhao Binglei looked at Fang Tianfeng with strange expressions.

Fang Tianfeng remained calm and smiled, "You know, I am a disciple of a hidden Daoist sect. Eating, drinking, and entertainment are fine, but some rules cannot be broken."

Previously, whether it was Shi Weicheng, Meng Decai, or that Mr. Lu who invited him, Fang Tianfeng never paid a cent because, even though they had intricate relationships with officials and some of their money was earned through officials, they were not officials themselves.

But Director Wu was different.

The public funds used for official banquets, official travel, and official car purchases had accumulated so much resentment that it could undermine the fate of a small country!

Fang Tianfeng didn't want to touch that.

Director Wu's face was tense as he said, "Master Fang, you're not giving me face!"

"It's not about your face; it's about my principles. You can think whatever you want; I don't care. Finally, thank you, Director Wu, for inviting me. I've done what I needed to do, and now it's your turn. I'll leave first. Goodbye, everyone."

Fang Tianfeng didn't want to make things awkward, so he left.

Zhao Binglei had no choice but to leave the private room and follow Fang Tianfeng.

"Master Fang, you're a bit too much," Zhao Binglei said, not daring to speak harshly.

"People are different. Some are like this, and some are like that. I think it's all normal. Sometimes, I follow the general rules; sometimes, I compromise for my own benefit; and sometimes, I set the rules!"

Fang Tianfeng's steps became even more steady.

Zhao Binglei's expression changed slightly as he said, "No wonder you're Master Fang. An ordinary person wouldn't have this courage. I wonder when I'll be able to say such things."

"When no one is around."

Zhao Binglei was taken aback and burst into laughter.

Sitting in the car, Fang Tianfeng called A Li from Mulongju and talked about the dragon fish competition.

The dragon fish competition had a strong commercial atmosphere, with merchants mainly registering to gain fame. Dragon fish are delicate, and their owners are afraid of problems during transportation and the competition, so they often don't participate but only watch.

Fang Tianfeng had previously registered under the name of Mulongju, and A Li replied that everything was arranged, and they just needed to deliver the dragon fish the day before the competition.

The next day, Fang Tianfeng continued to treat Old He, but this time was different from before.

Previously, he only used primordial energy to nourish Old He's body, but this time, he would use the Qi-guiding technique to form a network of primordial energy to trap the disease energy, preventing it from spreading and connecting, ensuring that Old He's condition did not worsen.

Fang Tianfeng slowly controlled the primordial energy, forming invisible threads that wove along the edges of Old He's disease energy, interweaving and forming a net to surround a cluster of disease energy.

Old He's body was filled with disease energy, scattered throughout, and Fang Tianfeng wove one network after another. By the time he had trapped a quarter of the disease energy, his primordial energy was completely depleted.

"The disease energy network can last for several days. By trapping a part each day and rotating, all the disease energy can be contained. With the hospital's treatment and the primordial energy, Old He can live for a long time."

Fang Tianfeng, drenched in sweat, looked at the sleeping Old He, his gaze falling on the top of Old He's head.

"The time is not right yet. After further treatment, I can communicate with Old He. As long as he agrees, I can obtain a continuous supply of killing energy, battle energy, and righteous energy!"

Leaving the ward, He Changxiong came over and asked in a low voice, "Tianfeng, did you really perform the ritual? Binglei said you didn't do anything, not even saying a word to Mayor Wu."

"Right, because I was busy with important things at that time."

"Will there be results within three days?"

"Almost certain."

"Alright, I'll wait for your news. As for the 300 yuan you paid yesterday, don't worry about it. Do what you want; no one will dare to say anything to me."

"Thank you for understanding."

Fang Tianfeng returned to Chang'an Garden and found a patrol car parked outside. Song Shijie, who was about to be promoted, was smoking gloomily.

Seeing Fang Tianfeng appear, Song Shijie immediately extinguished his cigarette, threw it on the ground, and stomped it out before coming over.

"Mr. Fang."

"Come in."

The two of them went inside, and Fang Tianfeng cut a watermelon and put it on the coffee table, picked up a piece, and said, "Say what you have to say. If not, just eat the watermelon."

Song Shijie silently took a piece of watermelon and slowly ate it.

Fang Tianfeng finished a piece and said, "This watermelon is good, but it's a bit expensive. It will be cheaper in a few days." He then took another piece.

Song Shijie finished a piece but didn't take another one. After a long while, he finally said, "Mr. Fang, first, I want to thank you for making Mayor Wu aware of me and promoting me."

"You don't need to thank me." Fang Tianfeng continued eating the watermelon, seemingly unaware of Song Shijie's intentions.

Seeing Fang Tianfeng's indifference, Song Shijie smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Fang, I know you have a background and live in a large villa, but I'm in a bad situation now. The whole bureau knows that Captain Li and I are in trouble. Mayor Wu might not dare to touch Director Wu, but it's easy for him to move against us. Director Wu doesn't need to stand up for us two against the mayor."

"Right, I understand that." Fang Tianfeng said.

Song Shijie still looked worried.

"You don't know what they say about me in the bureau. Even those who ate with me yesterday started gossiping behind my back, saying that I put on airs after climbing the social ladder, but before I could fully do so, I was slapped down by the mayor. Now, not only the people in the bureau, but even the new ones who are close to me, look at me differently. They don't say it out loud, but I know exactly what they think."

Fang Tianfeng continued eating the watermelon.

Song Shijie, finally finding a place to vent, continued, "For us, Mayor Wu is like the sky. An employee who offends a big boss can't have a good life. I don't blame my colleagues; I just blame my bad luck."

"Then are you blaming me?" Fang Tianfeng put down the watermelon and looked at Song Shijie.

Song Shijie hurriedly said, "Am I that kind of person?"

"Then why are you here?"

Song Shijie chuckled and said, "Actually, I heard a bit about the incident where the city bureau arrested you. Although I don't fully understand what happened, I know it was a conflict between powerful figures. Since you know such powerful figures, can you pass a message to them, asking them not to involve me, a mere mortal, in the conflict between the two directors? I don't want to think about getting promoted; I just want to be a stable police officer."

"Is that all?"

"That's all." Song Shijie was very sincere.

"Alright, you can go." Fang Tianfeng continued eating the watermelon.

Song Shijie didn't expect Fang Tianfeng to be so casual and immediately felt dejected, saying, "Can you give me a definite answer? It would make me feel better."

Fang Tianfeng ignored him and continued eating.

Song Shijie sighed helplessly and said, "Alright, if I can get through this, I'll definitely invite you to a meal to thank you."

"I'll decide the time. I'll also bring a food lover, so choose a good place." Fang Tianfeng found a way to reduce his food expenses.

Song Shijie was speechless.

Song Shijie left the villa and slowly walked out. He had suffered in the grassroots for many years and had long lost his temper. He had no complaints about Fang Tianfeng and was even grateful, as he wouldn't have caught the eye of the bureau director without Fang Tianfeng.

However, the promotion he thought was certain was interrupted by an unexpected event, and he was truly frustrated. He came to Fang Tianfeng mainly to vent his frustrations.

Before he could leave Chang'an Garden, his phone rang, and Song Shijie immediately answered.

"Xiao Song?"

"Captain Tang, what do you need?"

Song Shijie immediately became nervous. This was the captain of the patrol team, while the one who ate with them yesterday was just a deputy.

"You're being too formal. Can't I call you for something else? Are you free tonight?"

"Free, free!"

"Good, 6:30 PM at Jingjiang Hotel. I've booked a private room, 307. Captain Li and the others will also be there. Don't stand me up."

"Can't, can't, I'll be there on time."

"Alright, I'll hang up. You're busy."

"Goodbye, Captain Tang." Song Shijie stared blankly at the door, his eyes lost, and sweat was seeping through his broad forehead.

"What's going on? I've already been sentenced to death, and Captain Tang is still inviting me and Captain Li to dinner? At Jingjiang Hotel, Captain Tang can't possibly not know what happened yesterday. Is he going to humiliate me there? But Captain Tang is usually a good person. Even if he's following Mayor Wu's orders to suppress me, there's no need to do it this way."

As he was thinking, another call came in. Song Shijie saw it was from an old classmate from the police academy, who had a background and was now a deputy director of the city bureau's public security management team.

Song Shijie usually didn't seek advancement and only occasionally met this classmate during class reunions or on duty, so they didn't often contact each other.

"Shijie, are you free tonight? We haven't been in touch for a long time. Let's have a meal together."

"Old classmate, what's going on today? Our captain just called and booked a private room at Jingjiang Hotel, and I've already agreed."

"Captain Tang?"

"Yes."

"I'll call him and ask him to postpone it for a day. Tonight, let's have a reunion with our old classmates. Everyone else will have to make way. I've also booked a private room at Jingjiang. It's settled. I'll contact the other old classmates."

After the call, Song Shijie was even more confused, wondering if the officials had gone crazy, daring to associate with someone targeted by the city bureau's top official.

Song Shijie vaguely understood what was happening.

"This old classmate is still as efficient and decisive as before, though a bit domineering. But given his position, it's already very rare for him to invite me to dinner."

The phone rang again.

"Can't it end!" Song Shijie shook his head. Seeing it was a colleague, he couldn't ignore it.

"Xiao Guo, what's up?"

"Brother Song, I have good news for you."

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