Chapter eight hundred and twentieth shoot yourself in the foot
Hearing the words of apology from the two people, the eyes of the people in the surrounding Special Intelligence Bureau were shattered.
The Special Intelligence Bureau is a special existence in China. As the top two bosses, even the heads of the big families in the imperial capital have to give face.
After all these years, when have I ever bowed my head to someone and apologized? This is definitely the first time.
Who is this young man? How can he have so much energy?
"You are a good comrade if you correct your mistakes when you know they are wrong, and your attitude is quite good."
Ye Bufan seemed to be very satisfied with their performance, nodded and said: "Now that you know you were wrong, you should make some compensation, right?"
Sun Qingyuan said angrily: "Young man named Ye, don't go too far?"
"Am I going too far? I think this request is extremely reasonable.
If I didn't have some means, I'm afraid I would have been tortured by you now, and then put on the hat of a murderer."
Ye Bufan shook his head again when he said this: "But I have always been a reasonable person. Since you don't agree, forget it and treat me as if I didn't say anything."
Zhao Mingzhen stopped Sun Qingyuan who was about to run away with his eyes. He knew very well the consequences of getting angry.
Once the hidden master is provoked again, the consequences will be even more difficult to deal with, and I am afraid that the entire secret service will be dismantled.
He said to Ye Bufan: "What compensation do you want?"
"I'm a good citizen. I was caught here by you like this. I'm very mentally injured. I have to pay some mental damages, right?"
Ye Bufan said casually, "Since you don't have much money, I won't ask for more. I'll just give you 10 million."
"10 million, why don't you go and grab it?"
Sun Qingyuan was so angry that his eyes were burning. He demolished two buildings. The subsequent construction was a bottomless pit, and he even wanted 10 million from himself.
"Having a price is not blackmail. Aren't we talking about it? If you think it's inappropriate, forget it. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Ye Bufan completely holds the initiative and is not afraid of the other party's disapproval.
Sure enough, Zhao Mingzhen gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it just 10 million? I will give you this money."
After saying that, he reached out and called one of his men over, took the checkbook, signed a check for 10 million and handed it over.
Ye Bufan took the check, flicked it, and put it into his pocket.
In fact, this little money is completely dispensable to him now. The reason why he killed the other party was to make the special agent remember something and not come to him casually in the future.
Otherwise, the mastermind here has not yet been found, and he has to deal with harassment from the Secret Service from time to time, which is really annoying.
Sun Qingyuan said: "It's okay this time, right?"
"I have one last question. If your answer satisfies me, then I will leave."
Zhao Mingzhen said: "Just ask."
He now wished he could send this plague god away immediately.
"How did you know that I was at the Dong family? Why did you arrive just after Dong Fengwu was killed?"
Sun Qingyuan hesitated for a moment and looked at Zhao Mingzhen. After all, he was the person in charge.
Zhao Mingzhen said: "This matter is very simple and there is nothing to hide.
Before the incident happened, I suddenly received a call saying that you were in the Dong family and had killed the head of the family, Dong Fengwu. If you want revenge, send someone over to arrest him."
Ye Bufan couldn't help but frowned. Although what the other party said was very simple, the amount of information contained in it was indeed huge.
First of all, the other party knew that he was in the Dong family and was able to control Dong Fengwu.
Secondly, the other party knew about his grievances with the Secret Service. From this point of view, it was most likely the mastermind behind the scenes.
After thinking for a moment, he asked again: "Do you know who the other party is?"
Zhao Mingzhen said: "I don't know. The other party hid the phone number in a special way and used voice-changing software. It's impossible to tell the gender and age."
"With the methods of your Secret Service, it shouldn't be difficult to make such a call, right?"
Zhao Mingzhen said: "You are right, after receiving the call, I asked Deputy Director Sun to lead people to Dong's house.
We immediately sent someone to check on the person who made the call, and it turned out that it was a lost mobile phone. Although the owner was found, it was of no use and we had no idea who the caller was."
"What a strict method."
This feeling made Ye Bufan extremely unhappy. It was clear that the black hand was by his side, ready to attack him at any time, but he could not find the enemy.
Zhao Mingzhen was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so she quickly added: "What I said is indeed true. I really don't know who that person is."
He is now being held tightly by the other party, fearing that Ye Bufan will stay here and not leave if he is dissatisfied.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside the gate of the Secret Service, and then Situ Changkong and An Daoyuan rushed in with people from Xuanyuan Pavilion.
"Zhao Mingzhen, you are so brave, you dare to arrest people from our Xuanyuan Pavilion..."
Situ Changkong took the lead and was about to launch an attack to accuse him, but he was stunned in the middle of his shout.
Looking at the broken walls and ruins around him, and then at the intact Ye Bufan, he asked in confusion: "What's going on? Your secret service has been bombed?"
Zhao Mingzhen and Sun Qingyuan were so angry that their faces were livid, but there was no way to explain this kind of thing.
They took it upon themselves to arrest people, but ended up shooting themselves in the foot, knocking out their teeth and having to swallow it in their own stomachs.
Ye Bufan said with a joking expression: "Senior Situ feels that his office conditions are too poor and wants to demolish it and rebuild a new one."
Seeing the extremely ugly expressions on the faces of Zhao Mingzhen and Zhao Mingzhen, Situ Changkong immediately understood something and burst into laughter: "It seems that the Secret Service is still very wealthy. Our Xuanyuan Pavilion headquarters is also a bit dilapidated. We also wanted to renovate it, but it's a pity that we can't."
money."
"Senior Situ, it doesn't matter. I just have some money here, take it and use it."
After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and handed over the 10 million check in his pocket.
Situ Changkong took the check, glanced at Zhao Mingzhen's signature on it, and laughed again.
"You have done a good job, you are worthy of being the fourth elder of our Xuanyuan Pavilion."
Seeing the two people singing along, Zhao Mingzhen and Sun Qingyuan were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood. They obviously took their own money and slapped themselves in the face. Is there anything more irritating than this?
An Daoyuan stepped forward and said, "Old Zhao, what's going on? Why do you want to arrest our people from Xuanyuan Pavilion?"
"this……"
Zhao Mingzhen was speechless. When things had developed to this point, the words he had thought of before were no longer useful.
"It's okay, they just came to have a chat with me and give me some subsidies along the way."
Although Ye Bufan didn't know An Daoyuan, he could tell that his status was not low.
He said to Situ Changkong and the two of them: "It's okay here. Let's go. If we stay too long, we will disturb others from building houses."
Seeing that he was safe and sound, Situ Changkong and the two of them didn't say anything more, and left the Secret Service together with others.
"asshole!"
Sun Qingyuan looked at the backs of everyone and gritted his teeth with hatred. This action completely cost his wife her health. Not only did she lose her face, but she also suffered heavy losses.
Just thinking about the two demolished buildings made their hearts bleed.
He said: "Old Zhao, we can't just let this matter go. I can't swallow this breath."
