Far from Home

Liang Haiqing and Young Master Ye retreated from the villa in a sorry state.

After getting into the car, Young Master Ye wore a disgruntled expression and asked indignantly, "Who the hell is that?"

President Liang sighed and replied gloomily, "The deputy... he mainly operated around Yang City. Zhu Junqing... you've never heard of him?"

It now seemed that Young Master Ye knew who he meant.

President Liang could only nod slightly. "Zhu Junqing's original surname was Xu. He was very well-connected in Funiu. Not only in the military—there are still some old provincial leaders he protected back then."

Young Master Ye's mouth twitched. After a long while, he said in disbelief, "But... shouldn't favors only count while the person is alive?"

If he remembered correctly, Zhu Junqing had been dead for several decades. No matter how great the favor, it could not withstand the washing of time.

President Liang slowly shook his head. "People from that era were different from people today. They weren't so calculating and utilitarian."

Young Master Ye was no fool. He caught the implication. "So that fat man named Xu has people protecting him too?"

Zhu Junqing was dead, but not everyone from his faction had died. And clearly, those outside the mainstream tended to stick together even more closely.

"It's not just that Xu Leigang is difficult to deal with. It's that... if he wants to protect President Feng, I'm afraid you won't be able to drive him into a corner," Liang Haiqing said after hesitating, ultimately choosing honesty. "In Funiu, Zhu Junqing's name still carries a lot of weight."

Just a pile of bones in a grave, Young Master Ye thought disdainfully. But since the other man had warned him so seriously, it was not appropriate to argue.

So he merely snorted softly.