Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 629 - Where Have You Been Earlier

Chapter 629: Chapter 629: Where Have You Been Earlier?

Chapter 629: Chapter 629: Where Have You Been Earlier?

At this moment, Yang Yuxin’s feelings were really conflicted; she both hoped Xiao Tian was around and found her bothersome.

However, this matter wasn’t something that could be shifted by her will. The police wanted to catch the culprit as quickly as possible, and it was inevitable that they would have someone lying in wait by her side.

This had nothing to do with her status. Even ordinary citizens would enjoy such treatment—if the other party didn’t kill you the first time, there’s a very likely chance for a second attempt.

Of course, logically speaking, the possibility of a second incident occurring in a short term was very small, but… what if?

If Yang Yuxin really got hurt and her elder uncle took notice, the consequences would be too much for not just Jin City, but even the province to bear.

Having recovered from the initial shock, Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin sat in the living room and began to analyze who might have instigated these two suspects.

Yang Yuxin didn’t shy away from discussing this in front of Xiao Tian, “Could it have been Shen Guangming’s doing?”

Feng Jun had already made it clear he was looking for trouble with Shen Guangming, having not only gone to the Shilihe Decoration Company but now also to “Emei Martial School”—it was plain to see, clear as daylight to everyone.

Frowning, Feng Jun picked up a cigarette, and Yang Yuxin hastily lit it for him. Xiao Tian watched, stunned—Director Yang, how could you? Where’s the reserve of a great household?

Feng Jun didn’t notice this scene. As he pondered, he spoke, “Shen Guangming has created quite the situation; wouldn’t it be too childish of him to do this? Isn’t this just inviting trouble?

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“That’s hard to say,” Yang Yuxin retorted, a native of Jin City, speaking casually, “The Baoge folks never cared about such consequences… When Sichuanese people start being unreasonable, who cares about the consequences?”

Xiao Tian resolved to remain silent, but upon hearing this, she couldn’t help but speak up, “Director Yang, what you’re talking about is the past—where are there any Baoge now? They’ve either been suppressed or cracked down on. Nowadays, everyone only recognizes the red bills of Chairman Mao.”

Yang Yuxin glanced at her disapprovingly, feeling the young girl was being a bit too bold in front of Feng Jun, and perhaps had some impure motives.

However, her personality was truly good, rarely displaying the kind of arrogance common in the homes of the powerful. When she heard reasonable words from others, she wouldn’t force them to accept her own beliefs.

Feng Jun glanced at her and, noticing she didn’t speak, smiled, “So it was done by someone with an agenda… trying to frame Shen Guangming?”

This logic was clear and smooth, easy to understand. Yang Yuxin nodded involuntarily, “Very likely.”

She uttered three thoughtful words, “Someone surnamed Zhu?”

Director Yang thought she was being cryptic, but Xiao Tian had already picked up on it. Aren’t you talking about Zhu Yuefu?

In the past few days, as she accompanied them around, although she didn’t talk much, she had taken all the pertinent details to heart. She had guessed much of what Feng Jun and the others were concerned about, as well as their various grudges.

But she knew better than to speak of such matters. She only needed to ensure she didn’t lose her head and make a mistake. After all, isn’t it said that sometimes knowing too much isn’t a good thing?

“It might not necessarily be him,” Feng Jun shook his head, “There are more than one or two people in Jin City who look at me unfavorably.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Yuxin turned her head to glance at Xiao Tian, “You all are focused on Zhu Yuefu. Has he had any contact with Shen Guangming these past two days?”

After making a quick call, Xiao Tian put down the mobile phone and answered that after Shen Guangming came out of the resort yesterday, he went to his company and stayed there for quite a while.

Feng Jun pondered for a moment before asking Xiao Tian, “Wouldn’t the gun attack today also cast significant suspicion on Emei Martial School?”

“There’s a high suspicion,” Xiao Tian answered earnestly, “They are a key subject of the investigation, and we’re currently focusing police resources on them.”

The armed suspect’s attack on Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin was obviously targeted, and considering they were only at Emei Martial School for a brief moment before the assailants made their move, it would be impossible for the martial school to completely dissociate from the matter.

Hearing this, Yang Yuxin took out her mobile phone and spoke indifferently, “At this point, Shen Guangming hasn’t said a word… it seems we also need to check his company’s qualifications.”

Upon hearing about the shooting incident, Shen Guangming’s first reaction was to hide. He really wanted to go to the scene and clarify things face to face—that this was truly unrelated to him.

But he was also well aware that if the Yang family made a move, the police could just take him away and ask for his cooperation in the investigation. That would be disastrous—his businesses might face the risk of collapse.

Once inside the police station, regardless of the reason, his deterrence and influence would plummet drastically.

The Shilihe company had been doing very well in recent years, so naturally, it had made plenty of enemies in the industry. There was no knowing how many people were secretly eyeing him, eagerly waiting for him to slip up.

As the big boss and founder of Shilihe, the difference between the company with him and without him was night and day.

Of course, if the police invited him for tea without any evidence, they could detain him for no more than twenty-four hours. Shen Guangming even believed that if he were left to his own devices, the police station would only keep him for an hour at most.

Unfortunately, his opponents were the Yang family. If they wished, they could easily delay him the full twenty-four hours, and even forty-eight wasn’t out of the question—if the Yang family were willing to go that far.

Shen Guangming had once claimed that he was not afraid of the Yang Family, but that was under normal circumstances. Now that such a shocking case had occurred, and right at the doorstep of the Shen family’s business, how could he dare to harbor the slightest hope of good luck?

After all, it was the Emei Martial School that his brother, Shen Youming, had started, and Shen Youming was responsible for its management. He held a twenty percent share, but from the beginning, he had never been involved in its management, only providing assistance in connecting some resources.

So even though he was avoiding people, he wouldn’t be forcibly dragged out—his brother Shen Youming was the majority shareholder, owning half of the school’s shares, with the remaining thirty percent belonging to Emei.

At this moment, Shen Youming had already been invited for tea, and it seemed that he would not be returning anytime soon.

After going into hiding, Shen Guangming actively contacted people, trying to get his brother out from the inside.

As for contacting Yang Yuxin? He thought it best to wait. At such a critical time, such actions could easily be seen as provocative, and he might just end up incarcerating himself.

Regrettably, the police refused to let Shen Youming leave, stating that there was a lot of work to be done and they needed Principal Shen’s cooperation.

They had a good reason—the efficiency of our investigation has greatly improved with him here.

Shen Guangming was anxiously pacing back and forth, but was utterly helpless—he didn’t even dare to make phone calls randomly.

That night, he hid in a riverside villa owned by a friend, his friend’s pied-à-terre, not widely known to others.

As the two of them enjoyed the rain and drank, a staff member from Shilihe Decoration Company rushed in, speaking frantically, “President Shen, something’s wrong. Director Liang from the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau said there will be a spot-check on our company’s qualifications before the year’s end.”

“Director Liang?” It was Shen Guangming’s friend who spoke first, “Liang Xiaoshan? Isn’t he your friend?”

Shen Guangming’s brow furrowed slightly, as if taken aback, but at the same time there appeared to be a hint of… relief on his face?

He asked thoughtfully, “Hasn’t Liang Xiaoshan said anything else?”

“Apparently, he was very vague,” the employee said, indicating his own confusion, “Vice President Zhang roughly mentioned in the group chat that, ‘Director Liang did his best.’ I didn’t dare to ask on WeChat.”

Ever since Shen Guangming went into hiding, he not only avoided making phone calls, he didn’t even dare carry his mobile phone with him.

It wasn’t that he feared location tracking—without evidence, why would they track him? Even if they did track him surreptitiously, there was no reason to arrest someone. He was afraid of wiretapping.

That’s why the staff member he kept by his side was there to coordinate with various parties—a quality inspector who took his job very seriously.

“Bullshit ‘did his best,'” Shen Guangming’s friend cursed, “None of those bastards at the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau are good. Smooth talkers to your face, ready with a dagger behind your back, you can never feed them enough.”

The young man hesitated for a moment but still attempted a defense, “Director Liang really isn’t bad, he loves to have fun, and he gets along very well with Director Zhang… they enjoy each other’s company.”

Suddenly, President Shen sighed deeply, “Finally… it has come. Well, better this than to be constantly anxious.”

His friend’s eyebrows raised, “What’s come?”

“The pressure from the Yang Family,” Shen Guangming answered indifferently, “Old Liang… how should I put it? He’s not quite strong enough, doesn’t dare to target me without good reason. But with an irresistible force bearing down, it’s human nature for him to take the opportunity to skim a little off the top.”

“I told you,” his friend sneered, “when have cats ever resisted stealing cream? You have so many connections in the housing system. If you really wanted to stand firm, the Yang Family would… heh, if you stood firm, then you stood firm.”

That statement… wasn’t wrong. If those people at the housing agency really stood their ground, it could actually happen. Shen Guangming also dared to claim that the Yang Family’s influence was no longer what it once was, because he had similar connections.

But with things having developed to this stage, why would anyone want to oppose the Yang Family’s anger for the sake of a businessman?

And besides, if they could turn this into an opportunity to fleece more wool, why wouldn’t they?

Shen Guangming gestured to his quality inspector “Go, get my mobile phone from the car… sigh, I didn’t expect it to come to this.”

He had been gambling, betting that the Yang Family wouldn’t pay too much attention to the affairs in Jin City. When Yang Yuxin was attacked, he estimated that there was a high chance he had lost the bet. But as long as there was hope, he could not give up.

As a person, you face the problem of choosing sides. Since he had chosen a team, he couldn’t casually switch allegiances before all hope was lost.

But the crux of the matter was… he had misjudged the situation. Now that the pressure from the Yang Family had come from above, he couldn’t hesitate any longer.

At ten o’clock that night, Yang Yuxin received a call. Shen Guangming hoped to pay a visit, citing important information to report.

Director Yang simply stated that it was late and she was already resting. Any big issue could wait until the morning.

After hanging up, she scoffed, “That’s just the way people are. I get shot, he doesn’t react. The moment his company’s qualifications are scrutinized, he can’t help but act. ‘Important information to report’… What kept him? Does he really think the Yang Family is finished?”

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