The police believed that Zhang Wenqing was suspected, but did not continue to investigate her later. This was not because Director Chen deliberately protected her, but because there were other clues in the case. The clues appeared very suddenly. Just after Wang Minggao's death, Wang Minggao's family was arguing about the inheritance of the inheritance, an uninvited guest found the Wang family with an IOU written by Wang Minggao before his death.

This IOU was indeed written by Wang Minggao during his lifetime. The content was: I owe XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXiui was a young man with a scar on Liu Wanshan, she looked very fierce and not easy to mess with. She was very suspicious and immediately found the person and took him back for investigation. The content was in question. The person revealed the crime of being instructed by Wang Minggao to murder Liu Wanshan. She also promised to pay another 100,000 yuan after the matter was completed.

The emerging clues made the police realize that the deaths of Wang Minggao and Liu Wanshan might be a serial case, so they launched a key reconnaissance in this direction, but they found nothing, and Wang Minggao's death eventually became a unsolved case. Of course, these are all later stories, and they are not known to Feng Junzi and Lin Zhenzhen.

After Wang Minggao's death, Secretary Yuan was like a dog of a broken family, and no one went to take special care of Lin Zhenzhen. Lin Zhenzhen had nothing to do, so she left the yard in the afternoon and slipped back to the mining hotel. That night, when Lin Zhenzhen broke into Feng Junzi's room, Feng Junzi was lying on the bed and wondering what he was thinking about. Lin Zhenzhen grabbed his ear and sat up. Feng Junzi was startled and saw that it was Lin Zhenzhen shouting: "My aunt, can you be gentle? What are you doing? I haven't offended you."

Lin Zhenzhen obviously had a bit of accusation and said angrily: "How do you know you didn't offend me? Now everyone is talking about Mr. Feng, who has just arrived in the mining area for three days and has sex with the nurses in the hospital to spend the night together. You don't care, but what should I do if the unmarried girl is? If this is in the old society, you are a bad person."

Feng Junzi: "You let go first, why are you indiscriminate? Didn't you discuss this with you in advance? You didn't object, and you were not going to protect you."

Lin Zhenzhen let go and sighed: "It's also my fault for not thinking well."

Feng Junzi rubbed his red ears and said, "When did Miss Lin think about it carefully?"

Lin Zhenzhen: "I won't talk about this, but you pretended to be my boyfriend in front of others, but in the blink of an eye, I got into another girl's dormitory in the evening. Everyone was laughing at me for meeting someone wrong, how do you settle the account?"

Feng Junzi: "Don't use idioms randomly. You even know this, and you are well-informed."

Lin Zhenzhen: "You forgot that half of the people here are doing news, and the news spreads faster than anything else. People in your circle know that you have always been popular, but the impact in such places is too bad."

Feng Junzi honestly replied: "Yes, I was wrong. It was because the matter happened too suddenly and I didn't think about it carefully. I won't know what to do next time."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Next time! I want to have a next time?"

Feng Junzi: "Next time I won't pretend to be your boyfriend, so I will just say it's your husband...Oh... show mercy!"

...

The two-day suspension meeting was finally held as scheduled. The last day's meeting schedule was very simple. In the morning, the seminar ended, experts from all walks of life gave professional opinions on the new projects of Qingjiang Coal Mine. In the afternoon, the board of directors of Qingjiang Co., Ltd. passed the resolution to invest in new projects and issue new shares. After the board of directors' resolution was issued, there was also a small press conference.

All the "experts" attending the conference, including Feng Junzi himself, expressed affirmative and supportive opinions on the new project of Qingjiang Coal Mine. Although they had experienced so many things, Feng Junzi himself knew that if we looked at the investment plan discussed this time, there was no reason to object to it - in the case of such a tight supply of coal mines, it is understandable to expand the scale of production, whether from the economic or social goals.

When all the meetings finally ended, Feng Junzi looked at the banner above the rostrum: "Strengthen scientific decision-making and protect the interests of investors!" He couldn't help but let out a bitter smile. The Qingjiang Coal Mine, which is now in the gold-making market, did not protect a real good man, Zhang Wenzheng. Others mentioned the thirty-six migrant workers who did not even have their names left, and they could not even protect the noble leaders Liu Wanshan, Wang Minggao and others. He looked at the chairman Zhang Zeguang sitting on the rostrum, thinking that Zhang Zeguang's wealth might be difficult to protect, and who else can he expect such a slogan to protect?

The meeting was over, but the matter was not over. After the meeting, someone told Lin Zhenzhen that Mr. Zhang wanted to see her. Lin Zhenzhen could vaguely guess why, so she insisted on going with Feng Junzi. Feng Junzi also knew that this last hurdle would still be passed, so she accompanied Lin Zhenzhen to Zhang Zeguang's office.

Zhang Zeguang used administrative level to measure his deputy municipal cadres, but his office was obviously much more luxurious and spacious than the offices of several ministers Feng Junzi had met, and was half the size of a basketball court. Zhang Zeguang was quite burly, but he looked extremely short while sitting behind the too wide desk.

Zhang Zeguang was very polite. He was not surprised that Feng Junzi and Lin Zhenzhen came together. Instead, he warmly greeted them and sat down and asked the secretary to pour tea. Zhang Zeguang first apologized to the accident Lin Zhenzhen encountered, and was very concerned about her physical condition. By the way, he complimented Feng Junzi a few words, and then got to the point and said, "I didn't expect that there were so many accidents in this meeting. If there is any inadequate reception, please forgive me. I heard that Miss Lin seemed to have encountered some things in the mine. Of course, I didn't doubt Miss Lin's intention. I just hope that we all are real materialists, and there is no need to say too much about some subjective imagination."

Feng Junzi didn't speak, Lin Zhenzhen replied bluntly: "I am not as high as Mr. Zhang's theoretical cultivation, and I won't say so much nonsense. But I have a little understanding of Zhang Wenzheng's affairs. Is Mr. Zhang asking me for this time? "

Zhang Zeguang didn't seem to mind Lin Zhenzhen's tone, and still said gently: "A lot of things happen every day in such a large coal mine. My leader may be a bit bureaucratic. It is inevitable that some of the subordinates have made mistakes of one kind or another. These are all internal affairs of the company. Please believe that we can solve them well."

At this time, Feng Junzi stood up and walked slowly to Zhang Zeguang's table. He took out a few pieces of paper from somewhere and placed it on the table in front of Zhang Zeguang. These pieces of paper were actually two pieces of materials. The content of the materials had already been mentioned above. One was a mining area communication a year ago and a report from Qingjiang Daily, and the other was a copy of Zhang Wenzheng's suicide note. Zhang Zeguang hurriedly browsed, and his originally amiable face gradually turned pale. He asked in a stuttering tone: "Where did this come from? What do you want?"

Lin Zhen was really ready to speak, Feng Junzi turned around and glared back at what she wanted to say. Then he said to Zhang Zeguang: "Zhang is always smart, so I won't go around with you anymore. I'm taking this thing, really wanting to make some deals with you."

When Zhang Zeguang heard Feng Junzi say this, he seemed relieved and stopped stuttering. He asked, "What do you two want, just say it directly. How much does it cost?"

Feng Junzi didn't raise his eyelids, and said lightly: "Not much, 200,000."

"What! Feng Junzi! You actually..." Lin Zhenzhen jumped up from the sofa and pointed at Feng Junzi so angry that she couldn't speak. Feng Junzi walked over with an expressionless face and leaned into her ear and said a few words in a low voice, then held her shoulder and pressed her back to the sofa.

Zhang Zeguang had already restored his condescending and peaceful expression at this time. He smiled and said to Feng Junzi: "Twenty-hundred thousand, there is no problem at all. I can give it to you immediately. However, I think you two should also understand that after taking the money, even if this matter is over, I am afraid that the original copy of Zhang Wenzheng's suicide note will be handed over to me."

Feng Junzi captured a look of contempt in Zhang Zeguang's smile, and felt funny in his heart. When villains like Zhang Zeguang think that others are also villains like him, they will look down on the other party. Now in Zhang Zeguang's mind, Feng Junzi is undoubtedly a greedy villain who attempts to blackmail, so he becomes arrogant again. Feng Junzi was thinking, and Zhang Zeguang continued to ask: "Do you want cash or passbook for this 200,000 yuan? Maybe the bank card is more convenient. When will Zhang Wenzheng's suicide note be given to me?"

Feng Junzi: "No need to give it to me, I don't want anything."

Zhang Zeguang was obviously surprised and asked, "Then you just now..."

Feng Junzi interrupted him and said, "I think you misunderstood by Mr. Zhang. It's not that I asked you for money, but that you owe others money. I never charge a penny of unclean money. I think Miss Lin is the same." At this time, Lin Zhenzhen, who was sitting beside him, nodded vigorously.

Zhang Zeguang's face, which had just returned to his smile, looked nervous again, and his tone became stuttering again: "Then, the 200,000 you just said..."

Feng Junzi didn't wait for him to finish his words, and then said, "Zhang Wenzheng was a formal employee of your coal mine during his lifetime, right? If we follow Article 25 of the "Implementation Measures for Employees' Work Injury Insurance" issued by the Ministry of Labor on August 12, 1996 and Article 73 of the Labor Law, the Zhang family should receive various subsidies, and the pension and survivor allowance are approximately 200,000 yuan. The Zhang family may not understand, but don't forget that I am an expert. I don't know how much compensation you have given to their family in the mine, but I heard that even a small half is not enough. What I want is this 200,000 yuan. I don't ask you to do anything illegal, as long as you replenish the money to the Zhang family in accordance with reasonable and legal normal procedures."

Feng Junzi's words were completely beyond Zhang Zeguang's expectations. After he finished speaking, Zhang Zeguang's face was so ugly. He said with a gloomy face: "So that's the case. This matter is difficult, because if I do this, it will involve more Zhang Wenzheng. I think this is OK. I can give you more money in private. Wouldn't it be the same if you secretly give it to the Zhang family?"

Lin Zhenzhen, who had not spoken at this time, finally couldn't help but speak: "Different, completely different! This is the difference between a gentleman and a villain."

Feng Junzi continued: "How to decide whether to make a decision or not, Mr. Zhang himself, after all, the matter is final. As long as you do what I said, I will not pursue Zhang Wenzheng's suicide note. I will also assure you that this suicide note will never be seen. I think I am a more trustworthy person than Mr. Zhang."

When Feng Junzi and Lin Zhenzhen walked out of the office, you can imagine how gloomy Zhang Zeguang's face was. Feng Junzi's expression was also very melancholy, and Lin Zhenzhen seemed very happy. She said to Feng Junzi: "I really didn't expect you to do this. Did I pull your ears yesterday? Do you also feel sorry for Zhang Wenqing?"

Feng Junzi: "I do owe her favors. I'm afraid that there is only so much I can do for the Zhang family."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Do you really don't plan to pursue this matter? Wouldn't that let go of the bad guys?"

Feng Junzi smiled mysteriously and said, "Who said I won't pursue it anymore? I just promised him that I won't pursue Zhang Wenzheng's suicide note again, but I didn't say that you won't pursue it anymore, and you will do the rest."

Lin Zhenzhen: "Good boy, you are cheating! What do you want me to do?"

Feng Junzi: "Tell everyone the truth. As far as I know, your newspaper has a great influence in Beijing, North China and even the whole country. You can do things I can't do."
Chapter completed!