Cui Zhixun looked at the old man: "Grandpa, please give me your instructions."
The old man said: "This time, you and your father will go to Daxia Imperial Capital together, and I will leave the affairs of the Su family to you."
Cui Zhixun's eyes lit up: "Thank you grandpa for trusting me, I will definitely handle it well!"
This is equivalent to the old man giving him a chance to exercise.
"Also, Su Changfeng is not that easy to deal with. The Cui family wants to use him as a scapegoat. In addition to putting pressure on the Southern War Department, I think there will be some more pressure."
"Let the Daxia Patrol Department not dare to let him go easily. If we let him go, he will have to bear tremendous pressure!"
"If a two-pronged approach is taken, I think the effect will definitely be better."
"Zhixun, do you have any good suggestions?"
Cui Zhixun thought for a moment, looked at the old man, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Grandpa, was Mr. Zheng blocking the news about Zhihao's murder?"
"The media at home and abroad don't know about it, right?"
The old man nodded: "That's right. Mr. Zheng thought it might have a negative impact on the reputation of the Cui family, so he blocked the news."
"You mean, let the news out?"
Cui Zhixun nodded.
"Yes, let the news out and let people all over the world believe that Su Changfeng is the murderer."
"We also manipulated some domestic and foreign media, manipulated public opinion, added fuel to the flames, and created huge pressure on Daxia."
"In this way, if Daxia wants to let Su Changfeng go, it will be even more difficult. They not only have to consider the reaction of the Cui family, but also the reaction of the whole world."
"Grandpa, what do you think of my idea?"
The old man laughed heartily.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
"Zhixun, grandpa thinks highly of you. You will be solely responsible for this matter."
"In short, Grandpa wants to see two results happen: first, Su Changfeng becomes the scapegoat and is successfully eliminated. Second, the Su family of the Imperial Capital is taken down and they are bloodied!"
Cui Zhixun nodded.
"Grandpa, I understand. Don't worry, I will do my best during this trip to the Great Summer."
The old man waved his hand: "Okay, let's go. Grandpa is waiting for your good news."
The next day, the Imperial Capital Patrol Department.
Liu Xingtang was in the office, pacing back and forth anxiously.
Cui Zhihao's murder case would not be able to sleep or eat well if the truth was not revealed for a day.
I don't know why, but after getting up in the morning, Liu Xingtang felt panicked, always feeling that something big was about to happen.
He picked up the landline phone on the table and dialed his assistant's phone: "Have they heard any new news from Lao He?"
The assistant said cautiously: "General Manager Liu, General Manager He and others have not returned with any new information for the time being..."
"You'd better not be too anxious."
Liu Xingtang hung up the phone depressedly.
Bang bang bang.
Within a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Liu Xingtang said in a deep voice.
The assistant opened the door and walked in quickly.
"Chief, it's not good..."
Liu Xingtang was stunned for a moment, his heart beating wildly: "What happened?"
"Many reporters suddenly came outside just now, including dozens of domestic and foreign reporters. There are also reporters from BBE, and they all said they want to interview you."
Liu Xingtang was a little confused: "Interview me? Why?"
The assistant lowered his head and said: "Because...because of the case of Cui Zhihao's murder. They said they wanted to supervise the Daxia Patrol Bureau's fair handling of the case."