Red Sister's Advice

Zhang Wei had already gotten the full picture. When Feng Jun had been cornered by the police, aside from the so-called murder weapon, he had only carried a woven sack filled with dirt and rocks.

Yet the supplier stubbornly insisted that the goods had already been delivered. If they did not believe it, they could ask the person involved.

In short, the supplier was deeply grateful to Zhang Wei's friend. Without them, they might well have suffered a disastrous loss this time.

But it was not as though they were overwhelmingly grateful. Everyone was in this line of business; protecting their upstream contacts meant protecting themselves.

Naturally, Feng Jun could not tell Zhang Wei the truth. He merely smiled. "Do you think I'm running a mine? Could one person possibly manage it alone? They had help, and I had people backing me up. That's perfectly normal, isn't it?"

Zhang Wei had actually already guessed as much. Asking now was only to confirm it.

The answer had not surprised him, so he nodded with a smile. "As long as we can confirm you got the goods, that's enough. I was worried you wouldn't receive them. But Feng Jun... I won't dare touch this stuff again anytime soon."

"Yeah, I understand." Feng Jun nodded. Given Zhang Wei's spoiled rich-kid temperament, being timid and afraid of trouble was perfectly normal. Feng Jun did not mind, merely smiling as he said, "What a pity. I finally won fifty thousand from you guys, only for it all to get tossed into the police station."

"They dare?" Zhang Wei snorted darkly. "That's evidence. Sooner or later, they'll have to return it."

In truth, he no longer wanted to get involved in this matter. The police had held onto Feng Jun's money, not his.

But no matter