NCCnovel Chapter 1019 Who Cares About Your Stinking Money
Chapter 1019 Who Cares About Your Stinking Money
On the wide-open avenue, several all-black luxury cars sped like arrows towards the military hospital.
In the back seat, Teng Zijing's expression was cold and stern, radiating a low-pressure aura.
A pair of black sunglasses covered most of his face, hiding all his emotions behind the lenses.
He closed his eyes slightly, leaned back in his chair, and unconsciously tapped his knees with his fingertips, revealing his inner turmoil.
The convoy soon entered a tree-lined path, with intertwined branches of trees on both sides.
The vehicle cast dappled shadows on the road. A moment later, it came to a smooth stop at the entrance of the military hospital.
The door of the car in front opened, and a man in a black uniform got out first.
His steps were steady, his movements were swift, and his every gesture exuded the competence and perseverance unique to soldiers.
The sentry noticed his upright posture and sharp eyes, and knew that he was from the same military background.
As the man approached, the sentry and the sentry simultaneously raised their hands and gave a standard military salute.
"Hello, comrade," the uniformed man said in a steady voice, "Please announce that Master Jing has arrived as arranged and is waiting here."
The sentry returned the greeting: "Okay, please wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned and walked into the guard tower, picked up the internal phone and dialed: "Reporting to the leader, Boss Jing is waiting at the door."
A response came quickly from the other end of the phone. The sentry hung up, turned around again, and saluted the uniformed man: "The leader has been waiting inside for a long time. Please come in."
The two men saluted each other again and returned to their posts. The sentry pressed a switch, the electric gate slowly opened, and the uniformed man quickly returned to his car.
The engines restarted, and the convoy smoothly entered the military hospital's courtyard, heading towards the office building.
The luxury cars came to a smooth stop in the parking space, and the doors opened in unison as if they had been meticulously planned, allowing the group to get out of the cars with practiced ease.
At the entrance of the office building, the setting sun cast long shadows of Cao Guohua, Luo Shaoqing, Xing Zhongxing, and others as they waited quietly in the afterglow.
A heavy atmosphere hung in the air, a sense of anticipation for the mystery to be revealed. Seeing Teng Zijing approach, the group stepped forward to greet him.
Teng Zijing took Cao Guohua's hand first, followed by Luo Shaoqing and Xing Zhongxing, who were beside him, in turn.
In a humble and humorous tone, he said, "Hello, Professor Cao, Professor Luo, and everyone else."
Sorry to keep everyone waiting. I don't think I'm too late, am I?
Before the words were finished, a teasing voice came from not far away: "Not too late, not too late, just in time for dinner."
The crowd couldn't help but laugh and made way for each other.
Mu Xiaoji followed Jiang Chengyu over. Teng Zijing caught sight of Jiang Chengyu at a glance.
Seeing his rosy complexion and vibrant spirit, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart.
I recalled how, not long ago, when I saw him off from Kunming, he had taken a bullet for me and fallen into a deep sleep.
Even though we had video chatted a few days ago, the impact of meeting in person now is still a hundred times stronger than on screen.
He stepped forward and patted Jiang Chengyu hard on the shoulder, his tone warm and familiar:
"Good lad, you've recovered well, you even have the energy to tease me now."
Jiang Chengyu frowned almost imperceptibly, then raised his hand, clenched his fist, and coughed softly to cover his mouth.
Mu Xiaoji tensed up instantly, pushed away Teng Zijing's large hand, and protected Jiang Chengyu by taking a step back to create distance, scolding him playfully:
"Hey, Mr. Jing, you think you can act so recklessly just because the bullets didn't hit you?"
Teng Zijing panicked immediately. Had he been injured? He quickly composed himself and said, "I'm sorry, President Jiang, I... this..."
"It's alright," Jiang Chengyu said, waving his hand as he recovered. "Xiao Ji was just too nervous."
Mu Xiaoji sighed, her heart a mix of tenderness and childishness, "Alright, I was overreacting. Let's stop with the formalities and go talk in the conference room!"
Cao Guohua looked puzzled as he turned and followed the others toward the office building. He glanced at Teng Zijing, then at Jiang Chengyu's retreating figure.
I couldn't help but ask, "Professor Jiang, are you injured? Where are you injured? Last night's surgery must have been extremely exhausting!"
Why didn't either of you say anything? The two of you worked together so well; my son-in-law and I watched from the sidelines all night.
Jiang Chengyu turned around and smiled: "Professor Cao, you flatter me. Without your help, I couldn't have made it with just one arm."
Mu Xiaoji said with lingering fear, "He was lucky. He survived a bullet that pierced his lung. It's a blessing from heaven!"
Teng Zijing said gratefully, "You and your son have saved me twice. I, Teng Zijing, will never forget such kindness in my life."
Mu Xiaoji: "Alright, the burden on your shoulders is already incredibly heavy. Saving you is to ensure you continue to shoulder this responsibility."
As they were talking, Luo Shaoqing had already walked to the conference room door and pushed it open.
He gestured for everyone to enter, and they took their seats at the table.
The setting sun slanted in through the window, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
The quick-witted Xiao Huo carried two large fruit platters piled high with fresh fruit and strode into the conference room. He placed them on the conference table, and the aroma of fruit instantly filled the air.
Qin Haibin followed closely behind, carrying a pot of golden-brown hot tea.
He poured it for everyone present, and the rising steam softened the room temperature.
Seeing that Xiao Huo and Qin Haibin had left at the opportune moment, even closing the door behind them, Cao Guohua cleared his throat, breaking the brief silence, and spoke first:
"Yesterday, Professor Luo led a medical team to provide free medical services in nearby villages. On their way back, they were stopped by several enthusiastic villagers."
After getting out of the car and asking around, I learned that the villagers pointed to an abandoned steel plant not far away, saying that people inside had been persecuted, and the situation was extremely tragic.
Luo Shaoqing held the teacup on the table with both hands, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the cup, and continued speaking:
"I didn't think much at the time and ran to the steel plant with the medical team."
That factory has been abandoned for many years; the machinery inside is a mess, like a maze.
Finally, following the fellow villager, they found the woman in a dilapidated office.
I stopped everyone from getting involved to avoid disturbing the evidence at the scene; I quickly went forward alone and first checked if the woman had any vital signs.
Reaching out to check her breathing, thankfully she still had a faint breath, so they immediately arranged for people to prepare for emergency treatment.
It was also an instinctive reaction; I first took out my phone to take pictures of the scene as evidence.
I later learned from the villagers that they had farmland nearby and had nothing to do during the cold winter months.
They dumped all the manure they collected from their homes onto their own land as fertilizer.
It was a few children who were playing and hadn't followed the adults to work; they wandered around the factory and that's how they found the woman.
He paused, his tone tinged with lingering fear: "I can't imagine, if we had been any later, it might have truly been too late to save them."
A heavy gloom hung in the conference room. Xing Zhongxing tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, sketching as he spoke:
"When we saw that woman in the hospital room this morning, we immediately suspected she was the perpetrator of the airport baby bombing,"
Xing Zhongxing sighed, his tone grave, "To ensure everything went perfectly, I called Master Jing and asked you to come and identify it."
He paused for a moment to catch his breath, then looked at Luo Shaoqing and the group members beside him, and continued, "During this time,
Led by Professor Luo, our special police task force went to the abandoned steel plant to investigate the situation on site.
Based on the collected footprints, which varied in size, and after ruling out the footprints of villagers and children, it was initially determined that there were traces of at least six people at the scene.
After speaking, Xing Zhongxing turned his gaze to Wu Lan. Wu Lan understood and took out several evidence bags from her toolbox.
They were placed one by one on the table, the voice carrying a professional calm, yet unable to conceal the heaviness within:
"These are tools that were found during on-site evidence collection and are suspected to have been used by the abuser."
The bag also contains metal fragments removed from the victim's body during surgery.
After comparing the two, it was confirmed that the fragments indeed came from these tools.
She picked up the evidence bag containing the fragments and showed it to the light:
"The edges of the fragments were worn and stained with blood, making it easy to imagine how helpless she was and how much pain and torment she endured at the time."
In the conference room, the cold tools and sharp fragments, like silent testimony, made the cruelty of that atrocity all the more vivid.
Looking at the evidence, Luo Shaoqing frowned deeply: "Six people... This isn't just violence, it's downright inhumanity."
“If she really is the bomber,” Cao Guohua said with a hint of complexity, “then there is probably an even more complicated connection behind this.”
Xing Zhongxing nodded in agreement: "That's also why we invited Master Jing here—"
Only by confirming the victim's identity can we determine whether there is any connection between the two incidents.
Luo Shaoqing frowned and speculated, "Judging from the side profiles of the airport surveillance footage you retrieved, it's highly likely."
The abandoned steel plant was so remote and hidden that no one would have discovered it if the child hadn't wandered in by chance.
She probably failed in her mission to assassinate Master Jing and was killed by her accomplices to silence her!
All eyes turned to Teng Zijing, awaiting his response.
Teng Zijing, who had remained silent, looked up at Cao Guohua and asked, "How is she doing? When will she wake up and be able to speak?"
“He had major surgery at nearly six in the morning and is still unconscious,” Cao Guohua shook his head. “Whether he can speak or not depends on his condition after he wakes up.”
All eyes turned back to the center of the table, where several printed photos of the scene were spread out.
The desolation of the abandoned factory stands in stark contrast to the scars on the woman's body, silently telling the story of the unwitting atrocity.
Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Chengyu picked up the photos from the scene on the table and examined them carefully, one by one.
As their fingertips traced the shocking marks, both of their expressions darkened.
Jiang Chengyu put down the photo, his voice deep and powerful: "The enemy is in the dark, while Master Jing is in the light. No matter how many people protect you, there will inevitably be times when you can't guard against everything."
The most urgent task is to find a way to turn the tables and take the initiative so that we can expose the mastermind behind this whole thing.
Mu Xiaoji lightly tapped the edge of the photo with her fingertip, a faint smile suddenly appearing on her lips, a sly glint in her eyes:
“What’s so difficult about that? Didn’t Master Jing already announce in a big way that he proposed at St. Vitus Cathedral?”
Now that we've officially set the wedding date, all we need to do is prepare for the wedding!
Since that's the case, why don't we build a big stage and let those clowns come out and perform to their hearts' content?
His large, watery eyes gleamed with shrewd planning as he looked up at Teng Zijing, his tone resolute:
"They want to find an opportunity to strike, simply because they feel that your itinerary and status are unpredictable."
Why not just go along with them and make this 'wedding' a grand spectacle?
By adopting an attitude of letting down one's guard and preparing wholeheartedly, and casting the bait, how could the fish not take the bait?
Xing Zhongxing couldn't help but chuckle: "From the first time I met President Mu, he was a master strategist. Even after all these years, he is still as wise and courageous as ever."
Jiang Chengyu felt a surge of joy as he heard Xing Zhongxing praise Mu Xiaoji, his face flushed with happiness.
He couldn't help but add from the side, "We'll allow ample time for covert surveillance at that time."
As long as they dare to leave a trace, we can follow the trail and uncover the entire network behind them.
After listening, Teng Zijing toyed with his sunglasses, his eyes flickered, and his fingertips tapped lightly twice on the table.
A moment later, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Good idea. Since they want to play, I'll play along."
His gaze suddenly fell on Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji, and a sudden thought popped into his head:
"However, even if my wedding is rushed, shouldn't you two be more sincere in your congratulations?"
Jiang Chengyu replied without hesitation, "Of course, the big red envelope has been prepared long ago."
"Who cares about your stinking money? In my opinion, this proves you're a woman. You two should come back to Kunming with me and be my best men."
The two spoke in unison, turning their backs to Teng Zijing: "No..."