Volume One, Chapter Eight: Fang Shenzhai Takes Action

“Deputy Director of the Foreign Affairs Administration Department at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? What’s he doing in Shen City?”

In the police chief’s office, the director was puzzled.

“Probably on a business trip,” the assistant guessed boldly. After all, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is a confidential agency; no one really knew why he had come.

“No, it’s not a trip. You’re new here, so you don’t know. He’s actually from Shen City, got lucky, and because he’s familiar with Gang City, he was specially appointed to the Foreign Affairs Administration Department.”

The assistant was surprised. “What kind of special appointment is that?”

Director Liu hushed him, signaling that such matters were not to be discussed.

“It’s probably related to the prime minister’s proposal from last year.”

“He should be on leave, then. Since he’s here, I’ll meet with him.”

Fang Shenzhai sat in the reception hall. After receiving the assistant’s notice, he pushed open the door to the director’s office.

“Director Liu, good day. I’m Fang Shenzhai.”

In front of Liu’s desk, Fang Shenzhai extended his hand politely.

Director Liu, a senior official at the department level, outranked Fang, who was at the deputy section chief level, making Liu his superior.

“Comrade Xiao Fang, hello. Please have a seat.”

Fang Shenzhai sat on the sofa in Liu’s office. Liu walked over and sat opposite him.

Over fifty years old, Director Liu wore a police uniform and had a kindly smile. He kept himself well, showing no signs of decline.

Sitting opposite Fang Shenzhai at this moment, he looked like a benevolent elder.

No one would suspect that such a public servant was, in fact, a corrupt official who exploited others.

While Fang observed Director Liu, Liu was also appraising Fang.

The young man wore a well-tailored European-style suit and sat upright. His hairstyle was popular among young men in Shen City, and his thin black-rimmed glasses lent him an air of refinement—gentle, yet unassuming.

Just a delicate scholar.

From his demeanor, Director Liu saw no threat.

“Comrade Xiao Fang, you’re truly talented—a deputy director at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs’ Foreign Affairs Administration Department at such a young age. Your future is boundless!”

Director Liu smiled warmly, his voice full of admiration for the younger man.

“Director Liu, you flatter me,” Fang replied with a faint smile, maintaining polite small talk—not distant, yet not overly familiar.

After this brief exchange, Fang remained silent, simply smiling at Director Liu.

In those quiet minutes, neither spoke. Director Liu reconsidered his initial impression.

This young man was quite composed.

“Comrade Xiao Fang, what brings you to visit an old comrade like me today?”

“I’m not here on my own behalf,” Fang said, lowering his gaze as he took a sip from the teacup his assistant handed him.

“Recently, the cinema fire in Shen City has spread nationwide and become quite serious.”

“You know, the reform and opening-up policy is an innovative initiative of our country, and Shen City is the first to launch it. The world’s eyes are on us.”

“If this matter isn’t handled well, it will severely affect China’s international image. Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs will have a hard time.”

Director Liu’s expression changed instantly.

It wasn’t as grave as he said—invoking international affairs was a stretch.

Clearly, this young man meant business.

“I too regret this incident deeply. Nearly half of our personnel are investigating it. We will get to the bottom of it.”

“But Deputy Director Fang, can you just represent the Ministry of Foreign Affairs casually?”

Liu’s tone shifted from friendly to sharp.

He also picked up his teacup and sipped the tea. The tea served by the assistant was inferior to his own, but still better than the ones Wang Linping had sent.

Fang raised his eyes and countered, “What do you think?”

“Hahaha…”

Liu set down his cup, laughing. “Deputy Director Fang, you really are talented. It’s a blessing for the country to have people like you.”

If Liu still didn’t understand Fang’s purpose by now, he might as well resign.

He seemed like a naive idealist still dreaming of justice.

“I remember the person in charge of that cinema was Wang Linping, right?”

Suddenly, Fang said calmly.

Liu’s eyes darkened.

“You certainly know a lot, Deputy Director Fang.”

“I don’t care about Director Liu’s private life, but I hope this fire incident will provide the whole country with a proper explanation, not a so-called truth full of loopholes.”

“You understand what I mean, Director Liu.”

Fang’s tone remained gentle, his face wearing a warm smile.

This was a threat.

Although Fang was only a deputy section chief, he belonged to the central government, while Liu was merely a local official.

Having held his position for years, Liu was no fool.

“Of course. Our bureau will thoroughly investigate this matter.”

“I look forward to your findings.”

Fang smiled faintly.

“I won’t keep you any longer, Director Liu. I’ll take my leave now.”

Fang ended the conversation here. Liu was smart enough to know what to do next.

“Xiao Wang, see the guest out.”

Director Liu’s chest heaved with anger. Who did this young man think he was? A reckless upstart!

He wasn’t without connections. If someone dared threaten him, he wouldn’t let them live too comfortably.

***

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, Li Shuhe rose early and returned to her aunt’s house, putting on heavy makeup.

“He didn’t even come to pick you up! And you too—your head wound just scabbed over, your foot isn’t healed yet, and you insist on leaving,” Aunt Li complained while helping Li Shuhe unload her luggage from the tricycle.

Li Shuhe didn’t respond but helped silently, cursing Duan Xiadong in her heart.

Habits were a dangerous thing; one day, they could lead to disaster.

Li Shuhe tried not to complain about Duan Xiadong in her mind, fearing that one day she might inadvertently speak out loud.

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