The chief of the Security Bureau went to the military government overnight, hoping that the governor would go out, negotiate with the Zhu family, and at least obtain a search warrant to search the eldest son's room.
The spectacle lenses are already there, and the guns are probably also found.
The governor was in a very difficult position.
"...Search Zhu's house?
You really dare to think about it."
The Overseer glanced at the people in the Security Bureau.
Really ignorant and fearless.
Even the military governor is trying to save the Qing Gang's reputation. What kind of brain does this genius have to search for the Zhu family?
"Overseer, Master Zhu, he is a suspect."
"Is there any evidence that he knew the deceased and had contact with him?"
the warlord asked.
Chief: "He has been to Huang's house several times and invited Huang Qingshu to be a guest. He probably got to know Miss Huang through this."
"According to the status of the eldest son of the Qing Gang, if he wants Miss Huang to be his concubine, it only takes one word.
The deceased is pregnant, but Zhu’s family is not prosperous, so what reason does Mr. Zhu have to kill her?”
The warlord asked again.
Chief: "..."
"Let him go quickly, don't mess around!"
The warlord said angrily, "Wake me up in the middle of the night and ask me to help you search Zhu's house.
You should go to Peking to succeed the president, otherwise you will really be underestimating your talents."
The commander-in-chief was in despair.
At two o'clock in the morning, Yun Qiao was still awake, but the phone rang again at this time.
The caller was Xi Changan.
"Madam, are you still awake?"
Xi Changan asked.
"No."
"Your friend came to me and said he had a secret report, but he intercepted it.
However, a cash flow is needed.”
Xi Changan said.
"who?"
"Ding Zicong."
"I understand. Give him as much as he needs."
Yun Qiao said.
Xi Changan said yes and gave the phone to Ding Zicong.
Ding Zicong seemed to be in a hurry: "Auntie, my friend wants thirty small yellow croakers. I can't get them all at once, and I can't go home late at night.
My old man is stingy.
My friend said that he had an exclusive tip and broke the news to his newspaper.
He works as an accountant and happened to receive it. He wanted to resell it to me instead of giving it to his boss."
"Go ahead and buy it, and remember to pay it back in the future."
Yun Qiao said.
"No, aunt, the secret report is related to you.
I only know that it has something to do with you and Mr. Zhu, I won’t know the specific content until I get it."
Ding Zicong said.
Yun Qiao: "..."
At four o'clock in the morning, Yun Qiao finally met Ding Zicong and got the secret report that Ding Zicong had exchanged.
Someone broke the news to the newspaper that Yun Qiao and Zhu Yucheng were cheating on each other, and there were photos to prove it.
In a photo, the man is wearing a hat and glasses, and a scarf covers half of his face, making it difficult to see the face clearly; while the woman is huddled in the man's arms, wearing a scarf.
The color of the scarf cannot be clearly seen in the black and white photo, but the light dots on it can be vaguely seen.
"It takes no effort at all."
Yun Qiao smiled and said, "Don't these people have a unified plan when doing things?
It seemed like everyone was acting alone, and something went wrong on one side and everything else was messed up.”
Ding Zicong didn't understand.
Yun Qiao thanked him carefully and said: "You don't need to pay back those little yellow croakers, I owe you a big favor.
Brother Chang'an, give Zicong thirty small yellow croakers as my reward."
Ding Zicong hurriedly refused: "Auntie, if you are so polite, we will become strangers."
He refused to take it.
Ding Zicong is not short of money, and he is not looking for money.
The friendship between Yun Qiao and him cannot be measured by money.
"Okay, then I won't be polite to you.
Zicong, thank you again."
Yun Qiao said.
It's good to have many friends.
Jiang Yanjin and Ding Zicong both helped Yun Qiao a lot with their respective acumen and connections.
Zhu Yucheng was released at six o'clock in the morning.
The police department really had nothing to do with him. They did not dare to search his home, nor could they torture him to extract a confession, so they had no choice but to let him go back.
Yun Qiao met him at the door of the security hall.
"Brother, there is a mole in your family."
Yun Qiao showed the photo to him, "Look, even though there is only a back view, can you tell who it is?"