Your master? Director Zhang did not quite understand that, but he understood the stack of red bills in front of him.
Two hundred thousand was no small sum, but it was not enough to move him. He spoke expressionlessly. "You're Old Zhao's brother. If I can help, I definitely will. Money doesn't matter... Tell me what it is first."
Xu Leigang cast a sidelong glance at the burly man beside him. "Looks like we're running out of liquor."
The burly man was his old comrade Old Zhao. Hearing that, he stood up with a smile. "I'll go take a look and get another bottle."
Director Zhang called out, "Old Zhao, no need. I still have work this afternoon."
The burly man glared. "Then can I at least go use the bathroom?"
Old Zhao left. Director Zhang said nothing and waited for the other party to explain.
"My master is Feng Jun," Xu Leigang said with a smile. "I want you to deal with a thorn in Chaoge."
"Damn," Director Zhang said with a bitter smile. "That's our instructor's job."
The case had been handed down by the sub-bureau and taken over by the instructor. He did not want to get involved.
"It's fine." Xu Leigang bared his teeth in a grin. "The instructor won't mind. We're all on the same side."
Director Zhang had heard a little about the case. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Zhang Weihong... do you know her?"
Xu Leigang answered casually, "We go way back. She's also close to my master. My master is the owner of Luohua Manor, and he's treated me well."
Director Zhang pondered for a while longer before speaking. "That master of yours... he's not from around here, is he?"
Xu Leigang sensed that something was off in those words