Chapter 182 The 182nd day since I stopped running away...

Chapter 182 The 182nd day since I stopped running away...

"Ahe, your father—"

Zhu Simei looked at Zhao Heng's indifferent face with some fear and shrank back.

Zhao Heng retorted, "Shut up! That gambling addict isn't my father. My father is Zhao Guobang!"

Zhu Simei's face turned pale, and she gripped the bag tightly in her hand.

She lowered her head: "But no matter what, he is still your father. He gambled away a lot of money in Hong Kong, and we ran out of money. I had no choice but to come back to ask you for help."

Have you spent all your money?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Henghe almost couldn't help but sneer.

Two hundred thousand?!

That's 200,000 HKD. Even in Hong Kong, that amount of money would last for several years, not to mention he also bought them a campervan.

He looked coldly at Zhu Simei. If Zhu Simei hadn't presented evidence that his blood type wasn't A, Zhao Henghe would never have believed that he was born to such a lowly person, let alone that he wasn't the real son of the Zhao family.

Back then, Zhao Guobang and Wang Rong became pregnant again after seven or eight years, but the timing of the pregnancy was not right. It was at the end of that decade, and Wang Rong's health was not good, so she could not have an abortion and had to give birth to the child.

But who knew that the child would be sickly after birth and had to stay in the hospital. Zhao Guobang was not in Beijing at the time, so Wang Rong was taken care of by her younger brother Wang Hui. Wang Hui also had to help take care of Zhao Qunhe, so they had to find someone to take care of their youngest son. Therefore, they asked Zhu Simei for help.

Little did anyone know, Zhu Simei and her husband harbored wicked intentions. Seeing that Wang Rong's family was doing well, they hatched a crooked plan and switched the baby with the real one.

At that time, the hospital was in chaos. Zhu Simei and her husband did this so secretly that even the doctors didn't notice that the child had been switched. They just assumed the child was well and discharged her.

Wang Rong assumed that Zhu Simei had done a good job taking care of the child, so she simply kept Zhu Simei and claimed to the outside world that Zhu Simei was her own relative.

Zhao Henghe had treated Zhu Simei as a nanny since she was a child. When she graduated from junior high school, he accidentally saw Zhu Simei's husband, Zhu Datou, stealing money from their house. He went over to stop him and got into a fight with Zhu Datou, wanting to send him to jail. Only then did Zhu Simei tell him the truth.

How much money do you want before you leave?

Zhao Heng was irritable and frustrated, so he opened the glove compartment, took out an envelope, and threw it at Zhu Simei's face. Dollars fell out one after another.

"These US dollars are worth at least 100,000 yuan. Take the money and get out of Beijing immediately!"

He was in a bad mood right now, and he was most afraid of being discovered. Zhu Simei was making things worse.

If she weren't his own mother, he would have strangled her.

Zhu Simei's face showed a wronged expression. "I really don't want money. Your dad, I, we want to come back. Ahe, I'll come back with your dad, find some work, and watch over you from afar. Is that not okay?"

Zhao Heng responded with a murderous glare.

Hongxia Hair Salon is located next to an old alley in Chaoyang District. Everyone in the area knows that this place doesn't do legitimate business. However, it's bustling with business at night, with neon lights shining outside.

Wang Hui and his team had been waiting outside the hair salon all afternoon without moving.

His subordinate, Xiao Xu, bought a few roasted sweet potatoes and distributed one to everyone, giving the biggest one to Wang Hui. "Captain, if we wait here, will we be able to get a result?"

Xiao Sun hugged a roasted sweet potato to keep warm and tightened his cotton-padded coat. "Yeah, we've raided this place several times before. Although it's said to be involved in prostitution, we really can't find anyone."

Wang Hui took a bite of a sweet potato. Roasted sweet potatoes in winter are more delicious than meat and fish, especially when it's freezing cold and you have to huddle in the car. "We're just trying anything now, but Lin Qingfeng is right. People like Wang Xinghai don't trust anyone but their lovers. Give me Zhou Damei's information."

Xiao Sun pulled out a document and handed it to Wang Hui.

Wang Hui glanced at Zhou Damei's information. Zhou Damei was Wang Xinghai's mistress, divorced and single, from out of town, and 33 years old this year. However, her appearance was only average. Wang Hui had met this woman before. Unlike other people working in the sex industry, Zhou Damei stuttered and was not good at socializing. With her abilities, it was impossible for her to open a hair salon.

Wang Hui also understood Zhou Damei's personality. People like her usually don't receive much kindness from others. Therefore, if someone is nice to them, they would want to tear them to pieces, especially when it comes to romantic relationships.

It was late at night.

Fewer and fewer people are coming to the hair salon.

After seeing off several regular customers and the girls, Zhou Damei went to the backyard, pushed open a vat on the ground, and found a cellar underneath.

While others use their cellars to store cabbages or something similar, her cellar housed a person—Wang Xinghai.

"Brother Haihai, there's no one outside. Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

Zhou Damei stammered.

Wang Xinghai, still shivering from the cold despite wearing two layers of cotton-padded clothes, lay on the bed, tossed aside his cigarette, and said to Zhou Meizhi, "No new faces today, right?"

Zhou Damei shook her head: "No, no."

Wang Xinghai breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the hair salon had been raided many times, and the police would never have imagined that there was a cellar in the backyard of the hair salon. It would be impossible for them to find him there.

"Don't cook for me anymore. Go buy two servings of mutton soup. Damn it, this place is freezing cold."

Zhou Damei nodded, and was about to get up when she suddenly remembered something and sat down: "Brother Haihai, what will happen to you if you hide here?"

Zhou Damei's question left Wang Xinghai speechless.

Wang Xinghai didn't know what to do.

He originally planned to wait for Zhao Heng to arrange for him to go abroad, where he could live as carefree as he wanted. However, he never expected that his whereabouts would be discovered.

Last night, after he went to the courtyard house, he kept a close eye on things outside and discovered that two people were watching him from the outside.

Wang Xinghai realized that he was in big trouble.

Having done so much dirty work with Young Master Lin and his gang, it's impossible for Wang Xinghai not to have any sense of responsibility.

He just didn't expect that Young Master Lin and his group would act so decisively.

"Let's take it one step at a time," Wang Xinghai said. "In short, I'm definitely not going to suffer a loss!"

Zhou Damei glanced at him hesitantly, then left without saying a word.

Wang Hui and the others saw her come out of the hair salon.

Xiao Sun, munching on a sweet potato, said, "Captain, is she leaving?"

Wang Hui glared at him: "Are you stupid? She went out with a pot, why was she running away?"

Xiao Sun stared wide-eyed and peered through the binoculars in Wang Hui's hand. "Where's the pot? I can't see it."

Wang Hui shoved Xiao Sun away, saying, "By the time you see it, it'll be too late."

He said to Xiao Sun, "Get out of the car and follow her. I bet she's out buying a late-night snack. If she's alone, she can just eat at the stall and that's it. There's no need to pack it up. Go and ask around, but be careful not to give yourself away."

Wang Hui looked thoughtful.

While Xiao Sun may joke around, he can be quite serious when necessary. He quickly ate the sweet potato, got out of the car, and followed.

Zhou Damei packed up a whole pot of mutton soup.

She had bought quite a lot, thinking to herself that she would save the rest for tomorrow's breakfast. Just as she took the pot down to the cellar, before she even had a chance to get the bowls and chopsticks, she heard a series of banging noises from above.

Zhou Damei and Wang Xinghai were both stunned for a moment.

Wang Xinghai's expression changed drastically, and he picked up a gun next to the bed.

"Come out, Wang Xinghai, you're surrounded!" Wang Hui's booming voice rang out from above.

"Police?!" Zhou Damei turned pale with fright. She shoved Wang Xinghai, "Run! Run!"

Wang Xinghai, however, revealed a dejected smile.

run.

Where do you think you're going?!

He was hiding in the cellar, and apart from the exit where the police were stationed, there was nowhere else to go.

Wang Hui and the others gripped their guns, aiming them at the cellar entrance.

Wang Xinghai crawled out, threw his gun on the ground, and looked at Wang Hui and the others, covered in dust and dirt: "How did you know I was here!"

Wang Hui gestured for his men to handcuff the man, a cold smile creeping onto his lips as he held up two fingers. "Midnight snack, three servings. Wang Xinghai, you can eat quite a lot, can you?"

Wang Xinghai then realized that the portion size of the late-night snack had given him away.

He gave a wry smile.

Zhao Heng and his side have been sending people to search for Wang Xinghai, but they haven't been able to find him.

He had just returned home that day when he saw Zhao Guobang talking to Wang Hui. Zhao Heng was stunned for a moment, slowed his pace, and called out, "Dad, Uncle."

Zhao Guobang hummed in agreement and waved to him.

Zhao Henghe walked over, and Zhao Guobang pointed at him, saying to Wang Hui, "Look at this kid, he's working as an assistant for your side, are you going to take him in or not?"

Wang Hui was eating noodles when he heard this and almost spat it out.

He coughed a few times.

Wang Rong came out of the kitchen with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice in her hand. She handed it to Wang Hui and looked at Zhao Guobang reproachfully, "Why are you in such a hurry? Look how scared you are, Ah Hui."

Wang Hui took a few sips of orange juice to clear his throat. He looked at Zhao Guobang with a wry smile and said, "Brother-in-law, are you kidding me? Henghe has made so much money in business. It's a waste of his talent for him to be a policeman."

"You call that business?" Zhao Guobang sneered. "It's just using capitalist methods to plunder wealth."

Zhao Heng's expression was rather unpleasant.

Seeing her son's expression, Wang Rong patted Zhao Guobang's arm and said, "Old Zhao, you should talk to your child properly when you're disciplining him. He hasn't done anything wrong."

Zhao Guobang looked displeased. "We haven't even done anything wrong yet, but over in Hainan—"

“He’s not the only one making money in Hainan.” Wang Hui saw his sister’s pleading look and, though somewhat reluctant, still spoke up for her. “Ahe didn’t do anything. But it’s not worth it for him to come over here. We’re busy there lately and don’t have time to bring people.”

"What are you so busy with? Is this another excuse for not wanting to go on a blind date?"

Wang Rong immediately looked at Wang Hui warily: "Your parents have said that if you don't find a partner, get married, and have children at your age, you'll really be an old bachelor."

Wang Hui sighed and rubbed his face. "Sis, I'm really busy. We just caught a criminal suspect, and it's very important to the case. I don't have time. Let's talk about it after we finish this case, okay?"

Zhao Heng's heart skipped a beat.

"Suspect? What case is it? Is it a murder case?" Zhao Henghe teased, "Uncle, are you lying to avoid blind dates? Mom is going to call Uncle Hu to ask."

Wang Rong immediately chimed in, "Yes, I also want to ask Director Hu, is your police station indispensable? Why are you always so busy while everyone else gets married and has children? When Mom called yesterday, she said that Uncle Qi, who is the same age as you, already has a grandson, while our parents haven't even seen a daughter-in-law yet!"

Wang Hui quickly stood up: "Sister, I really have something to do. You can call Director Hu and ask. I have to go back right away."

He ran off in a flurry of activity.

Wang Rong looked at the half-eaten noodle soup and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zhao Henghe watched Wang Hui's retreating figure, lost in thought.

Lin Qibei was dragged out of the nightclub by Zhao Henghe. As soon as he got into the car, before Lin Qibei could even speak, Zhao Henghe dropped a bombshell: "Wang Xinghai has been arrested."

Lin Qibei felt a chill run from his head to his ankles, his lips trembling, "Arrested?"

Zhao Heng turned to look at him, "I told you to have someone keep an eye on him, and when he went missing, I told you to have someone search for him. Now that he's been caught, what else can you do!"

Lin Qibei trembled all over, "What should we do? If Wang Xinghai exposes us, we'll all be dead."

In their early years, these people did everything they could to get rich.

According to the provisions of the criminal law, it would not be excessive for these people to be executed a hundred times.

Zhao Heng tossed him a cigarette, "What's the panic? Unless Wang Xinghai is stupid, he won't talk until the police have evidence!"

"What if they use torture to extract a confession?" Lin Qibei's hand trembled so much that he couldn't hold the cigarette, which fell to the ground. He didn't bother to pick it up. "He's a soft-hearted man, he can't withstand it."

"Bullshit, Wang Hui isn't the kind of person to do that kind of thing." Zhao Heng rolled his eyes at him, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and slowly said, "I've made up my mind. I'll send someone in to tell Wang Xinghai that he absolutely cannot confess. Everything else is negotiable. As long as we stall for time, we'll have a chance."

"What opportunity?"

Lin Qibei was extremely flustered. It was one thing to break the law knowingly in normal times, but it was another when the time came.

When he spends money recklessly, he never thinks that the money he earns through illegal channels also comes at a price.

Zhao Henghe, with a deep look in his eyes, waved to Lin Qibei.

Lin Qibei leaned closer and listened thoughtfully to Zhao Henghe's words.

Lin Qingfeng finally smiled.

Chen Bo and Wen Chan brought him noodles made by Aunt Lin this time.

He ate with a big smile on his face, praising repeatedly, "My mom's braised noodles are just so delicious."

"Eat more if you like it." Chen Bo felt half relieved. Now that Wang Xinghai had been caught, although he hadn't spoken yet, he would confess sooner or later. They had asked Wang Hui, and if Lin Qingfeng was truly innocent, then with the help of redemption, he would only get a maximum sentence of seven or eight years.

Although seven or eight years is a long time, it's still much better than eating peanuts.

Wen Chan said, "Your younger brother and sister are both very sensible, so you don't need to worry about them while they're inside. Just do your best and try to make a good impression."

Lin Qingfeng nodded emphatically.

"Okay, don't worry, I won't do anything rash again."

This time, Chen Bo's feelings were completely different from Wen Chan's when he came out of the police station. Wang Xinghai was arrested, and his accomplices would be implicated sooner or later.

Only now can they fully dedicate themselves to their business.

At the beginning of this year, Beijing's real estate market has been sluggish due to the drag from Hainan. Therefore, the land bureau has put a lot of land up for bidding, obviously in an effort to stimulate Beijing's housing market.

Hua Lingfeng and others did their homework in advance.

As soon as the land bidding began, Hua Lingfeng told Chen Bozheng and others some bad news: the real estate market in Hainan had plummeted, and real estate development companies there had all moved to Beijing.

The housing market is sluggish, but everyone is optimistic about Beijing's future development potential. After all, Beijing is the capital, and if the housing market is bad anywhere else, it's impossible for Beijing's housing market to be bad as well.

This time, the land bureau offered more than a dozen plots of land, the smallest of which was more than 5,000 square meters, and the average price was at least 1,000 yuan per square meter.

In other words, a piece of land requires at least five million in cost.

Five million in initial capital is no small amount.

Although it was easy for Chen Bozheng and his team to take it out, considering the fierce competition, it was obviously quite difficult to get it at an average price of one thousand.

Liang Wenxuan couldn't help but say, "Those Hainan real estate companies are all rolling in money. It's said they've earned at least nine figures over there. A few million is nothing to them. Maybe it won't be easy to acquire land this year!"

Wang Jianquan frowned. "Then how about we postpone it and wait until next year? The houses in Jingyang Community haven't all been sold yet, so I don't think we need to rush."

"We can't wait," Chen Bozheng objected decisively.

Wang Jianquan looked at Chen Bozheng with a puzzled expression: "Why? We don't need to compete with them for this moment."

Chen Bozheng said, "Land prices are rising year by year. If we avoid it this year, there will definitely be other competitors next year. Overseas Chinese, Americans, British, Japanese, and domestic investment promotion will continue, and our competitors will only increase. If we don't take advantage of the present and acquire a few plots of land to build up our reserves, we may not be able to win when we compete with others in the future."

Seeing that everyone seemed to be deep in thought, he said, "Firstly, we are a private enterprise in China, which is not as valuable as overseas Chinese and Hong Kong businessmen who can contribute foreign exchange reserves. Secondly, we are just a small group compared to them. If we really compete, how can we compare with those giants who have made their way up in capitalist society?"

Wang Quanjian's mouth was slightly open.

He hadn't really thought that far ahead, but Chen Bozheng's analysis was clearly not without merit.

The increasing number of foreigners in Beijing suggests that future competition will undoubtedly become more intense.

Chen Bozheng said, "What I mean is, let's pool together more money. Five thousand square meters is too small, and the competition might be even fiercer. Let's find some medium-sized ones, buy them, and develop them slowly. What do you all think?"

Hua Lingfeng had always trusted Chen Bozheng, so he immediately voted in favor without hesitation.

Although Wang Jianquan hesitated, he still voted.

On the contrary, Liang Wenxuan hesitated and said, "Xiao Chen, I have something to tell you. I'm too old to take any more risks. I don't think I can do this business with you anymore."