Three Matters I Have to Say-Who Agrees, Who Objects?

The Investigation Bureau is sending someone to review the case.

Undoubtedly, someone must have reported that he had changed his identity—that he came from Jiangzhou.

Zhang Fusheng frowned slightly; this was a troublesome matter.

But it's just a minor inconvenience.

After all, the inspectors won't arrive for another three days, and that's a three-day period.

He calmly looked out the window.

Three days is enough time for me to do a lot of things, such as serving as the Director-General?

However, a catalyst is needed.

'Knock knock knock'

Deputy Director Wang tapped on the conference table again. He didn't know anything about Assistant Manager Zhang; he just thought he was an ordinary Deputy Director of Operations.

Deputy Director Wang frowned and asked:

"Assistant Manager Zhang, don't you have anything to explain? I've seen your file; you've been an undercover agent for several years."

"Have you experienced anything we don't know about over the past few years?"

"Otherwise, why would the Investigation Bureau have sent someone to investigate?"

A clear voice echoed in the conference room.

The other Deputy Director of Operations also turned their attention to the young man.

The young man smiled, leaned back slightly in his chair in a relaxed and comfortable posture, and said calmly:

"There is a minor issue, but it's nothing serious and shouldn't be blown out of proportion."

"Making a mountain out of a molehill?"

Deputy Director Wang frowned, somewhat displeased with the young man's attitude:

"If word gets out that an investigator from the Investigation Bureau is coming to investigate one of our Chongyang Headquarters' Deputy Director of Operations, what will that look like?"

He exhaled a breath of stale air and said in a deep voice:

"If there's anything wrong, Assistant Manager Zhang might as well discuss it with us now. That way, it will be better for us as well."

"To help you identify and fill in the gaps."

Zhang Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Deputy Director Wang with surprise.

This person wants to help me?

The latter guessed Zhang Fusheng's confusion and said irritably:

"If something really happens, it will be the entire headquarters that loses face."

Zhang Fusheng chuckled, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Actually, it's nothing. I'm in Jiang."

Before he could finish speaking, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open, and the directors and Deputy Director of Operations stood up and greeted him in unison:

"Deputy Director Liu!"

The visitor was none other than Liu Yuan.

Like the other two Deputy Director, Zhang Fusheng did not stand up, but merely turned his head to look at them with interest.

The person accompanying Old Liu was none other than the Grandmaster Elder from the Chu family.

"Old Zhou."

With a gloomy face, Liu Yuan gestured for the old master to enter the conference room, where He Gaozhuo and Deputy Director Wang quickly greeted him.

This is a grandmaster.

The old master ignored him, and as soon as he entered, his gaze was fixed on Zhang Fusheng. He spoke in a cold voice:

"Assistant Manager Zhang, do you need to give us an explanation?"

Inside the meeting room, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's going on here?

Zhang Fusheng was also somewhat surprised. Had his killing of Chu Jipeng been discovered?

Oh.

Well, if they found it, they found it.

He chuckled, then, with a hint of teasing, blurted out a completely serious remark:

"Why should I, Zhang Fusheng, need to explain my actions to others?"

The meeting room fell silent.

Zhang Fusheng scratched his head. "Uh, it's a bit awkward."

He got goosebumps all over.

Zhang Fusheng coughed twice and waved his hand:

"Alright, let's get serious. What happened to the Chu family?"

The old master's lips trembled, his face darkened, and a fierce aura surged through the conference room.

The Deputy Director and Deputy Director of Operations all gasped for breath, and even the flow of blood seemed to slow down.

Liu Yuan stared at Zhang Fusheng, feeling a headache coming on.

The only option is to sacrifice the pawn to save the king.

He took a deep breath, his face grim:

"This morning, I went to pay my respects to Old Master Chu of the Chu family— Old Master Chu is dead; his heart was shattered."

A slight murmur rippled through the conference room.

Zhang Fusheng was somewhat surprised, but after thinking about what had happened, he chuckled and shook his head.

The opportunity has arrived!

Deputy Director Wang tapped the table:

"Old Liu, could it be that Elder Chu was attacked and killed?"

He looked at the still calm young man, He Gaozhuo, who was standing next to him, also looked at him with a slightly strange expression.

"That's right."

Liu Yuan said in a deep voice:

"Last night, only Assistant Manager Zhang visited Old Master Chu. I just investigated, and it seems that Assistant Manager Zhang brought an extra three million Living Souls to his pocket during that visit?"

Deputy Director Wang and the other assistants stared wide-eyed.

Seize the young??

Three million???

All eyes were fixed on Zhang Fusheng, who shrugged.

"To be precise, it's three million one hundred thousand."

Everyone in the conference room fell silent, and almost instantly, they imagined what had happened the night before.

Are they here to extort money?

Extortion is one thing, but three million!

Three million Living Souls are bad enough, but they also killed Old Master Chu.

Now, even He Gaozhuo couldn't understand what Zhang Fusheng was thinking.

Liu Yuan's eyelids twitched wildly as he stared at Zhang Fusheng, thinking, "That bastard."

He sighed softly:

"Since Assistant Manager Zhang has admitted it, let's move him to the heavy-duty area to await investigation. Old Zhou, are you satisfied with this approach?"

"Satisfy?"

The old master's face was as cold as frost, almost as if he were gritting his teeth:

"My Eldest Young Master also died last night on the street; his heart was smashed."

"This is me."

Zhang Fusheng raised his hand and honestly said:

"However, I didn't kill Old Master Chu. I've never even seen him."

The meeting room fell silent once again.

This guy just admitted it like that??

Liu Yuan gave up completely, shook his head, and sighed:

"Then, Old Zhou, you two can handle this."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Fusheng stood up in front of everyone, walked to the conference room door, gently closed it, and locked it from the inside.

He turned around, looked at everyone in the conference room, and spoke calmly:

"Since everyone is here today, I'll just say three things."

The old master's lips twitched, but he didn't rush to make a move, wanting to see what this guy was up to.

He had a bad feeling.

This guy is so calm.

Confident and well-prepared.

The old master was no longer interested in getting involved in this matter—after all, he wasn't a member of the Chu family!

Most importantly, Eldest Son Chu is dead.

Only the other party could strike up a conversation with Chen Qiusheng.

Liu Yuan's brows furrowed, and he asked sharply:

"Zhang Fusheng, what exactly do you want to do??"

Zhang Fusheng did not answer, but continued talking to himself:

"I checked the administrative regulations of our headquarters. When the position of Director General is vacant, Deputy Director has broken through to the Grandmaster level will be given priority to serve as Acting Director General."

"After the executive order is signed by the consul general, the word 'acting' is removed."

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"Similarly, when the position of Deputy Director becomes vacant, the Deputy Director of Operations who has sufficient merit and meets the required standards will be promoted to the position—this does not require the governor's personal signature."

"So."

"In conclusion, I would like to offer three suggestions."

He leaned against the door, slightly raising his eyelids, his expression completely unchanged, simply extending one finger:

"First, according to the General Administration's administrative regulations, when the position of Director-General is vacant, the three Deputy Director can vote to remove one of the Deputy Director; two votes in favor are required for removal."

"I propose that we now initiate the impeachment process to remove a certain Deputy Director from office."

"Secondly, after my dismissal, I will be immediately promoted to the position of Deputy Director."

The calm words echoed in the meeting room, leaving even He Gaozhuo, who knew a little about the inside story, completely bewildered.

Everyone looked at this frail-looking young man as if he were an idiot.

Zhang Fusheng looked around:

Who agrees with these two proposals, and who disagrees?

The meeting room fell silent; everyone sensed something was amiss, and no one uttered a sound.

The old master took a step back.

Deputy Director Wang frowned, nodded to one of the Deputy Director of Operations, who gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table.

"I object."

'Smack!'

His head exploded with a bang.

Zhang Fusheng appeared beside the assistant manager at some point, looking at the crookedly fallen corpse.

With a blazing fire hanging behind his head, he calmly walked behind Deputy Director Wang under the watchful eyes of everyone.

He then wiped the blood off his hands onto the other person's clothes, and then wiped them again.

Zhang Fusheng placed his hands on Deputy Director Wang's shoulders.

The blazing fire behind him flickered and burned slowly, shining like the sun.

The Body Furnace Fire.

A symbol of a master.

The old master's eyelids twitched wildly, and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead—such a brilliant Body Furnace Fire.

"Now, I'll ask again."

Who's in favor, and who's opposed?

A clear voice echoed in the conference room. Deputy Director Wang, whose shoulders were being supported, was sweating profusely, his hair standing on end, and a tingling sensation running down the back of his head.

This time, no one spoke.

Old Liu was completely stunned.

"Very good."

"Then the third proposal."

"After the recall was completed, I was promoted to Deputy Director, and then directly appointed as Acting Director-General."

"In addition."

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment:

"I think Deputy Director Liu is a very suitable candidate for removal."

Who supports this proposal, and who opposes it?

The meeting room was quiet, and the virtual fire in the fireplace rose slightly.

Zhang Fusheng frowned:

Who approves?

He raised his voice slightly, and Deputy Director Wang, whose shoulders were being supported, was sweating profusely, trembling as he stretched out one hand.

Then there was He Gaozhuo, one of the Deputy Director of Operations, and Liu Yuan, who was being stared at with a smile by Zhang Fusheng, while every cell in his body seemed to be screaming and warning.

Everyone raised their hands.

"Very good!"

"Passed unanimously!"

Zhang Fusheng smiled, clapped his hands, stepped forward, and removed Liu Yuan's epaulettes:

"You old dog, you harbored deep ill will towards me in the past, plotting against me and trying to use me as a shield—I don't blame you."

Ignorance is no excuse.

He pinched Liu Yuan's head and gently turned it so that Old Liu would face him directly and look him in the eye.

"Now, look me in the eyes. Are you angry?"

Old Liu's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.

Zhang Fusheng shook his head listlessly and said indifferently:

"You did me a small favor—even though it was a fair exchange."

"Here's what we'll do. Go find the governor and have him issue an executive order to remove the word 'acting' from my title. If that works, I'll consider it a favor, forgive you, and reinstate you to your position Deputy Director."

"If it doesn't work, I'll kill you, okay?"

Liu Yuan nodded shakily, completely bewildered.

Grandmaster.

How could he be a grandmaster??

'Thud!'

Liu Yuan swallowed hard, his mind still foggy, as if he were in a dream.

No.

If you're a master, why didn't you say so from the beginning?

As he trembled, he sighed inwardly—how bitter!

Zhang Fusheng finally looked at the old master and excitedly licked his lips:

"Now, regarding the Chu family..."

"Old Master Chu was killed by the Eldest Young Master."

The old master spoke decisively, stepped forward, grasped Zhang Fusheng's hand tightly with both hands, and shook it vigorously:

"You avenged Old Master Chu and killed that unfilial son. On behalf of the Chu family, I thank you so much!"

Zhang Fusheng blinked. His expression changed so quickly?

He was somewhat displeased, staring intently at the old master:

Who is now in charge of the Chu family?

The old master smiled dryly:

"Naturally, it should be the second young master."

"Um."

Zhang Fusheng shook off his hand, somewhat disappointed—he had wanted to kill a grandmaster to practice his skills.

So be it.

"I have something to do right now."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at his watch and said calmly:

"Have him come to see me this afternoon, serve him two cups of tea, and I will accept him as Registered Disciple."

In the conference room, everyone swallowed hard, instantly understanding what this person was thinking.

This is a move to take advantage of the situation and devour the entire Chu family.

"Yes!" The old master lowered his head.

He was not foolish to have lived to this age and become a master.

I also deeply understand that there are different kinds of masters.

He himself became a master through hard work and age, but the person before him...

I'll say it again.

I'm not a member of the Chu family!

It's absurd that the Chu family would cause a conflict with such a young grandmaster!

What's more, there's a behemoth standing behind the other side.

Thinking of this, the old master's smile became even more amiable, even carrying a hint of flattery.

At this time.

The illusory candlelight behind Zhang Fusheng was absorbed into his body.

A Deputy Director of Operations was already walking over, holding the epaulets of a Level 2 Inspector.

Zhang Fusheng casually took it and put it on.

"If I remember correctly, the Director General has the authority to declare martial law throughout the city."

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"I am now signing the first Director's Order."

"Three days later, a large-scale security and riot control drill will be conducted, and a five-day martial law and curfew will be implemented."

Three days later was the day the investigators from the Investigation Bureau would arrive.

"In addition."

Zhang Fusheng opened the conference room door and said calmly:

"Mobilize all Enforcement Team."

"Request documents from the Investigation Branch to assist in the investigation of cult members, apply for joint operations, and also enforce special arrest regulations."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and spoke lightly:

"Aren't you going to do it yet?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

In the large conference room, all the Deputy Director and Deputy Director of Operations sprang into action.

Outside the meeting room, Lin Changle, who was walking by, stared at the scene, dumbfounded, at the 'Assistant Manager Zhang' who was issuing orders.