[Urban] A Born Romantic and Lucky Man (Complete) - 24

Chapter 125 A Glimmer of Hope

Our Mayor Zhang has a very high "exposure rate" in newspapers and on television; we often see his illustrious image and important speeches.

Under the current cadre promotion system, whether someone performs well, what their abilities are, and whether they can climb the ranks isn't entirely determined by those below, but by those above. Only when superiors value you and consider you worthy of cultivation and promotion will you advance further in your career. Therefore, you need to appear more often in front of your superiors. For a leader of Vice Mayor Zhang's level, to get more attention from superiors, you need more publicity in newspapers and on television. Of course, you also need connections above, what we call "backing." This two-way support is essential for rapid advancement.

I heard that the foreign expert performing Xiaoli's surgery tomorrow is an internationally renowned thoracic surgeon. The Second Hospital has spent a lot of money to invite him for academic exchange and teaching surgeries, hoping to expand the Second Hospital's reputation both within and outside the province. Competition between hospitals is fierce now; the number of patients directly affects the income of hospitals and even doctors. Vice Mayor Zhang's visit to "deliver warmth" was not merely for advertising the hospital; his main aim was to promote his image as someone close to the people and concerned for the difficulties faced by laid-off workers' families. The employment situation has been severe in the past two years, with laid-off workers facing immense hardship, some even resorting to scavenging vegetable scraps for survival. Meanwhile, reports of government officials indulging in lavish meals and engaging in corruption are constantly being published. This contrast fuels resentment, leading some to question whether society is truly socialist. The government is taking this potentially explosive trend seriously, making great efforts to increase employment opportunities and address the practical difficulties faced by low-income and impoverished families. However, Vice Mayor Zhang's actions seem a bit too proactive, overshadowing others. Activities like delivering warmth should be handled by the Civil Affairs Bureau; his actions seem to be overstepping boundaries.

We turned to leave, but Xiaoli's mother called us back. Turning to Mayor Zhang, she said, "Mayor Zhang, this young man is the hero who saved me from the river. He and his sister donated a lot of money to Xiaoli, and it was his sister who introduced her to this opportunity for surgery. There aren't many good people like this anymore. Mayor Zhang, you should have the newspapers and television publicize this good deed."

Mayor Zhang nodded and said to me, "You must be Xiaoxin, my son's classmate. I've seen your story in the newspapers. Your courage and bravery are commendable. I heard from Xiaoli's mother that you not only donated your school prize money, but you and your sister also donated extra money." "Over ten thousand, that's quite a lot."

He then said to the accompanying hospital director, "His sister is Ye Zixin, right? I heard she's the most beautiful girl in your hospital. When will I get to admire her?"

The director smiled and said, "We'd love to welcome her. Mayor Zhang is in such good health, yet he hasn't had a proper rest at our hospital in recent years. If you have time, please come and get a check-up. Don't overwork yourself and ruin your health."

Mayor Zhang smiled and nodded, "Definitely, definitely."

He then said to Ding Ling, "You're Ding Ling, aren't you? You look a lot like your mother back then. You'll grow up to be a great beauty."

Ding Ling's mother had been pursued by Mayor Zhang, but she ultimately chose Director Ding.

Seeing that Mayor Zhang was in a good mood, Ding Ling said, "Mayor Zhang, I don't know if you read yesterday's newspaper, but we want to set up a public welfare foundation, but the Civil Affairs Bureau won't register us."

Mayor Zhang said to me, "I've read it. Young man, you have quite a few ideas." He

turned to a fat man and said, "Old Wang, they've come all the way to me to complain. Shouldn't you consider it?"

It turned out that the fat man was the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Director Wang explained to Mayor Zhang and us that the reason they hadn't registered us was mainly because the foundation we were planning to establish didn't quite comply with current regulations, based on the "Regulations on the Management of Foundations" promulgated by the State Council in 1988 and the provisions of China's "Donation Law." The former stipulates that "foundations may deposit funds in financial institutions to collect interest, or purchase bonds and stocks"; the latter stipulates that "public welfare social organizations shall strictly abide by relevant national regulations and actively realize the preservation and appreciation of donated property in accordance with the principles of legality, safety, and effectiveness." The People's Bank of China issued the "Notice on Further Strengthening the Management of Foundations" in 1995, which clearly stipulates that "the preservation and appreciation of foundation funds must be entrusted to financial institutions" and "foundations shall not operate or manage enterprises." However, our foundation is preparing to engage in commercial activities to generate profits, using the profits for public welfare donations. Although the purpose is public welfare, the process is similar to operating and managing a business, only without formally establishing a company, but doing business under the company's name.

I also explained that the above regulations mainly target public welfare foundations with official or semi-official characteristics, whose assets are wholly or mostly donated by the public, with some allocated by the state. In a sense, the assets of such foundations are not their own; rather, the public entrusts their assets to them out of trust in their official or semi-official nature, allowing them to carry out public welfare activities on their behalf. Since these assets are not their own, they have no right to make any risky investments in them, and can only entrust financial institutions to preserve and increase their value. The Shamrock Foundation we plan to establish will have all its assets funded by our personal contributions, and will generate profits through commercial operations. These profits will serve as the foundation's source of funding for its charitable activities. This is different from the aforementioned foundations funded by public donations; it is a new type of foundation and therefore should not be subject to the restrictions and constraints stipulated above.

After listening to our statements, Mayor Zhang said, "Old Wang, I think this matter is worth studying. After all, their starting point is good; they also want to contribute to public welfare. We can also make a beneficial attempt and support this new thing. Old Wang, how about this: let them register as a public welfare foundation with you first. As for the specific operations of the foundation, we can discuss it with the comrades in the Finance Bureau. The foundation's daily economic transactions should establish a complete accounting system. Public welfare donations can be directly deducted before tax. We can also consider giving tax exemption to the profit surplus at the end of the year. We can have an accounting firm audit them once a year. Of course, this is just my personal idea. As for whether it is feasible, we still need to study it with our comrades."

Director Wang said, "Mayor Zhang's opinion is very enlightening for our work and broadens our thinking. Mayor Zhang, we will study this matter when we get back and will definitely give you and the foundation a satisfactory answer."

After seeing off Mayor Zhang and a large group of reporters from TV stations and newspapers, the ward suddenly became empty. Xiaoli's mother warmly greeted us and invited us to sit down, and asked me with concern how I got injured. When Mayor Zhang was here, I couldn't say I was injured in a fight, as that would damage my good image. I just said I accidentally tripped and fell. Now that Mayor Zhang and the others are gone, Ding Ling angrily told me about the attack I was subjected to last night. Besides suspecting those thugs, she also has a strong suspicion of Zhang Sanfeng. When

Xiao Li and her mother heard us mention that one of the thugs was nicknamed "Old Ox," they exchanged glances. Xiao Li said, "Mom, could it be one of my brother's men?"

Xiao Li's mother said bitterly, "It must be them. No wonder I haven't seen them these past few days. Yesterday, Aunt Zhang at the market told me that they got into another fight with someone. There were more than ten of them against the four of them. People from both sides ended up in the hospital, and they were locked up for half a month." Damn

it, these guys are trying to make themselves look good. When did I learn the art of transformation? One person can turn into more than ten. Looking at the injury on my leg, Xiaoli's mother said bitterly, "When I get back, I'll go and ask Xiaohei and his friends. If it really was your brother's cronies who did it, I'll never have peace of mind for the rest of my life."

As she spoke, she became sad again and said, "Why am I so unlucky to have raised such a bad boy?"

It's surprising that Xiaoli has an older brother; this is rare at our age. Among all the students in our class, besides me and two or three others who have siblings, the other fifty-odd students are only children.

From Xiaoli's mother's story, we learned that Xiaoli's background is quite similar to ours. Xiaoli's brother is also her half-sibling, and like my older sister's mother, his mother died in childbirth. Xiaoli's brother is 18 years old this year, five years older than Xiaoli. The local thugs call him "Killer" because he always has a gloomy face and likes to wear sunglasses, like a killer from a movie.

Perhaps because his ex-wife died giving birth to their son, Xiaoli's father has never been very kind to her brother. Xiaoli's brother was also very mischievous as a child, often fighting with other children, and was considered a bad student by the teachers at school. He was often beaten by Xiaoli's father for this. Xiaoli's father was a soldier who had fought in the Sino-Vietnamese War. He beat his son as ruthlessly as he would a Vietnamese soldier. If Xiaoli's mother hadn't intervened, he would have been beaten unconscious several times, but he never uttered a sound, which only provoked his father to beat him more. This might be a major reason why Xiaoli's brother developed a rebellious personality later in life.

The hitman was only 18 years old, a senior in high school, but already a regular at the detention center. His charges were usually hooliganism and fighting, but because he was under 18 and hadn't yet committed serious assault, he was usually only detained for a few days before being released. However, Xiaoli's mother said bitterly that at this rate, the kid would be in jail sooner or later. His henchmen, "Old Niu" and "Er Hei," were his underlings, who frequented schools and the streets, sometimes acting as lookouts at casinos—they were at the early stages of thuggery. The killer has been detained at least four or five times, but it's strange that the school hasn't expelled him yet. Xiaoli's mother said that although this kid is a bit of a troublemaker, he's actually very smart. He fights in the streets every day, yet his grades are still among the top ten in his grade. I think the school is probably letting him off the hook because they hope he'll get into a top university and bring them some prestige—a good trait can cover up a hundred bad ones, after all. If it were any other student who didn't do well in school, let alone someone who's frequently in detention, just one big fight would be enough to get them expelled.

Although this kid is a bully and a tyrant outside, he's very good to Xiaoli and her mother. He lost his biological mother at a young age, and Xiaoli's mother raised him single-handedly. Although she's his stepmother, she's practically his biological mother, and Xiaoli is like a younger sister to him. His first fight was for Xiaoli; two older neighborhood kids were bullying her, pushing her to the ground and urinating on her. When he got home from school and heard the news, he threw down his schoolbag and rushed out. The two guys were both fourteen or fifteen years old, three or four years older than Xiaoli's brother, and they initially beat him up. He couldn't swallow his anger, so the next day he put a brick in his schoolbag and, upon seeing the two guys, started hitting them without saying a word. One suffered a head injury, and the other lost hearing in one ear. Because he was only twelve at the time, not old enough to be punished, his family only paid for the medical expenses. After that, the two guys avoided him whenever they were around, even taking a detour on their way home.

Seeing my displeasure, Xiaoli timidly asked me, "Brother Xiaoxin, if it really was my brother's friends who did it, will you stop talking to me?"

I replied, "Of course not. You are you, and your brother is your brother."

Dingling added, "Xiaoli, don't worry. Even if he ignores you, I'll still come and play with you."

Xiaoli said anxiously, "No, I don't want Brother Xiaoxin to ignore me."

I said, "Don't listen to her nonsense. Your brother Xiaoxin loves you the most. How could he ignore you? When you get better, you'll be going to No. 5 Middle School for junior high. I'll definitely protect you then and won't let anyone bully you."

Xiaoli asked, "Brother Xiaoxin, are you really not angry anymore?"

I said, "Of course I'm not angry anymore."

To be honest, how could I forget being hit so quickly? If it really was Brother Xiaoli who did it, I would still hit him back when we met, just not in front of Xiaoli. I've never been hit like this before, and I can't swallow this insult.

Ding Ling said, "You say you're not angry? Xiao Li said that to you, and you didn't even smile."

Damn it, how could I possibly smile? I said, "Can't you even read the room? I'm angry with you."

Ding Ling said, "What did I do to you? Why are you angry?"

I said, "Why did you talk to Zhang Sanfeng's father about our foundation just now?"

Ding Ling said, "What's there to be angry about? With what he said, your foundation will be approved soon. Instead of thanking me, you're angry."

I said, "Don't try to use his connections! Didn't you see Zhang Sanfeng already saying we're using connections for self-promotion? And you, you've even tried to use his father's connections! Who knows what Zhang Sanfeng will say this time?"

Ding Ling said, "What's wrong with that? We're not starting a foundation for personal gain; we're doing public service. As long as we have a clear conscience, what's wrong with using connections?"

She still only cares about the goal, not the process.

That's what I said, but I still felt uneasy, especially thinking about Mayor Zhang's reaction when he heard my sister was the most beautiful girl in the hospital. Everyone in the city knew that while he was good at managing the economy and achieving political success, he also had a blemish on his personal life. Everyone knew he had several mistresses. However, these days, performance evaluations for officials are somewhat superficial; as long as you boost the economy and achieve good results, you can get promoted. As long as there are no economic problems, no one cares about your personal life. If this guy really comes to the hospital for treatment and dares to have any bad intentions towards my sister, I won't let him get away with it. Even if he's the mayor, I won't be lenient.

Xiaoli's mother went out for a while and is now back chatting with us. Xiaoli is having surgery tomorrow, and she's a little scared. We comforted her, saying that this kind of surgery has been done many times abroad, and the success rate in China is very high. The surgeon performing the operation tomorrow is a famous expert, so the safety factor is naturally even higher.

Just then, the door opened again, and several people came in. We looked up and realized what a small world it was! It was none other than the thugs we'd been cursing, one of them with a bandage wrapped around his hand.

Chapter 126 Denials

The thugs were also taken aback when they saw us. They dropped the fruit and flower baskets they were carrying and said viciously, "Damn it, what are you doing here?"

Seeing that Xiaoli and her mother still had tears on their faces, they asked, "Xiaoli, did this kid bully you? Third Brother will get revenge for you."

They then moved to attack. Xiaoli cried out anxiously, "No, Third Brother, it wasn't Xiaoxin who bullied me."

Third Brother stopped and said, "Then why are you crying?"

Xiaoli's mother stopped them and asked, "Xiaohei, tell me honestly, where did you go last night? Did you send people to beat up Xiaoxin?"

Third Brother said to me, "So you got beaten up, and you're here complaining. Damn it, weren't you supposed to be a good fighter? How come you're in the hospital?" I said

, "Well, what can I do? I had to fight fourteen people by myself, of course I was at a disadvantage."

Ding Ling laughed when she heard me repeat their example of multiplying the number of people, "That's right, we won against overwhelming odds, so getting injured is an honor."

Third Brother blushed, somewhat embarrassed and angry, and wanted to step forward again. Xiaoli's mother stopped him and said, "Xiaohei, you still haven't said whether you sent people to beat up this little brother last night."

Third Brother glanced at me and said, "No, that's not true. Godmother, why did you call us here so urgently? Did this kid bully Xiaoli?"

Xiao Li's mother said, "Xiao Hei, you have to tell me the truth. If you lie to me, don't ever come see Xiao Li and me again."

Xiao Li said, "Third Brother, Xiao Xin is the kind person who rescued my mother from the river last time. My medical expenses were also donated by Xiao Xin, his sister, and this young lady. If you bully Xiao Xin, my mother and I will never speak to you again." Still relying on your bare hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! This high-grade silicone video features a realistically molded vulva, resembling Fan Bingbing's genitals. The shape is soft and delicate, with large, internal bumps that closely mimic female anatomy for a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! [Click to enter]

Third Brother glanced at me, his tone becoming much more polite. He said, "So you're the one who saved Godmother. We'll remember this kindness. We apologize for any past offenses. As for last night's events, we definitely didn't do it."

He paused, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "We fought with you last time, and our injuries haven't fully healed yet. We can't fight you again for a while."

Xiao Li laughed, "Third Brother, didn't you say you fought with more than ten people? It turns out it was just Brother Xiao Xin alone. Brother Xiao Xin, you're amazing!" "One against four of them."

The third brother was even more embarrassed, his face turning red. He said, "Xiao Li, I'm your third brother! How can you insult me like that?"

Xiao Li said, "Anyway, since you're bullying Xiao Xin, I won't help you."

Xiao Li's mother asked, "Where's Xiao Hua? Why didn't he come with you?"

The third brother whispered, "My eldest brother has been busy these past two days and can't get away."

Xiao Li's mother was startled and said, "What? Did something happen again? Did he go to jail?"

Hearing the third brother's hesitant explanation, Xiao Li's brother was working as a bouncer at a gambling den after school to earn money for their medical expenses. He was paid 300 yuan a night, but he had been arrested by the police the previous night. However, as long as he insisted he was just watching, he would only be detained for 24 hours at most and then released. Of course, a fine was inevitable; it was a source of revenue for the police station. Xiao Li's mother naturally received another scolding.

My third brother and his friends vehemently denied any involvement in last night's events, which was rather strange. Who else would do such a thing to me? I'm a law-abiding citizen; I shouldn't have made too many enemies, right? I asked them if they had inquired about our whereabouts near the school. According to them, they had considered it, but they had been spending the past few days in the hospital and detention center and hadn't had time to inquire at our school. They were planning to come and scout the area in a couple of days. That was odd too. Who would be inquiring about my whereabouts? I asked my third brother if they had asked friends or brothers to help them find out. My third brother blushed and said they wouldn't tell anyone about something as shameful as four against one. Of course, they wouldn't let anyone inquire.

Damn it, was I just going to get beaten up like this, without even knowing who my enemy was? If word got out, wouldn't Zhang Sanfeng laugh his head off? My third brother and his friends had already forgiven me for saving Xiaoli's mother and even boasted that they would definitely help find out who did it. If I need anything in the future, I can just tell them, and they'll definitely do their best to help me.

While it's true that the fewer enemies the better and the more friends the better, it's possible to turn these petty thugs into enemies, but becoming friends is too early. For now, maintaining a casual acquaintance is fine. The security here is much better than other places. I've heard about the serious gang activity in Northeast China these past few years, but we haven't heard much about any organized crime here. Besides, these guys are still students; they're just small-time hoodlums at most. Calling them gangsters is giving them too much credit. However, these guys are quite impressed with my skills, saying they want to spar with me again after their injuries heal, to make friends through martial arts. Old Niu's hand is bandaged, but not from when I hit his finger with a bottle yesterday; it's from the fight we had last time.

Xiao Li is having surgery tomorrow, so we won't disturb her rest any longer. Xiaoli's mother scolded the group of hooligans, telling them to behave properly and not to do bad things in the future, but it was like talking to a brick wall. The hooligans, however, still respected her and dared not talk back.

We went outside together. Third Brother looked at Ding Ling and said to me, "I didn't realize you were not only good at picking up girls, but also quite skilled in combat. All that fighting before was for nothing. From now on, we're brothers."

I said, "Sure, sure."

Ding Ling said, "Don't forget to help Xiao Xin investigate the murderer, or else Xiao Xin will beat you up again, even if you didn't do it, it'll be your doing."

Third Brother exclaimed, "Wow, that's amazing! We were really mistaken before. We didn't know you were this good. Otherwise, we would never have tried to pick you up. This is like lambs to the slaughter."

I said, "No, it's wolves to the slaughter. You guys are perverts, and she's a female tiger. Ouch, that hurts!"

We were laughing and joking when we reached the outside of the building. We heard Third Brother and the others whistle in unison and shout, "Wow, a beauty!"

These guys really are perverts. However, everyone likes beautiful women, so I told Ding Ling to hurry up and said, "Make way, make way, let me see too."

Ding Ling cursed, "They're all perverts."

It turned out that the pretty girl surnamed Yang had finished work. I saw that her smooth skin was crystal white and incomparably delicate. Her long, straight hair was comparable to that of a hair salon on TV, making her look exceptionally elegant and charming. She had an oval face, a smooth forehead, and snow-white skin. Under her eyebrows, which were as beautiful as spring mountains, were a pair of deep eyes that shone with a mysterious light. Her straight nose bridge exuded confidence, and her beautifully curved and soft lips made people want to take a bite. A pair of long, shapely legs peeked out from beneath a meticulously tailored skirt, exuding a soft, graceful beauty. Sheer, flesh-colored stockings and nearly three-inch heels further enhanced the allure of her long, shapely legs. At approximately 170 cm tall, with the heels adding to her height of 174-175 cm, she stood out like a crane among chickens in the crowd of office workers, her captivating charm overshadowing the men and women around her. Her slender, supple waist, paired with slightly rounded hips and pert breasts, created a curvaceous and alluring figure—slender in the right places, firm in the right places—truly a rare and stunning beauty. Not only were a few petty thugs staring, but even patients coming and going in the hospital frequently turned their heads. The woman, seemingly accustomed to this, walked out of the intensive care unit without glancing at them, attracting countless gazes—men in awe, women filled with envy.

Ding Ling couldn't help but say sourly, "What's so interesting? Everyone's staring."

Seeing Ding Ling's somewhat embarrassed look, I felt awkward following my third brother's example and stared at her too, so I gestured for Ding Ling to push me back to the VIP ward. My third brother laughed at me, "Are you afraid your girlfriend will get jealous and you're afraid to look anymore?"

I said, "Damn it, I'm not like you lecherous guys who've never seen a beautiful woman before. I could have several like this at home."

My third brother said, "Keep bragging."

Pshaw, these guys haven't even seen my sisters yet. Both of my sisters are prettier than this vase, they're just not as arrogant and well-dressed as her. In terms of noble temperament, Zhang Ning and her cousin Xu Qing are even better. Even Ding Ling in front of me is no less beautiful than her, it's just that she's younger and doesn't have her mature temperament.

The vase glanced at me upon hearing this and snorted lightly to show her disdain. It's all because of these hooligans. Although they are only at the initial stage of hooligans, they already have the air of thugs in the eyes of ordinary people. When I'm with them, the vase naturally categorizes me as a hooligan.

A police car pulled up, and a policeman got out, eagerly greeting the woman and even opening the door for her. This dampened the spirits of Lao Niu and Third Brother; the woman was already taken, and a policeman at that! These petty thugs both hated and feared the police; they wouldn't dare make a move on a policeman's girlfriend even if they had the guts. However, the woman didn't seem to care much for the policeman, treating him with indifference. Seeing the policeman's obsequious manner, Third Brother and his gang started jeering: "Officer Zhang, what brings you all this way to pick up your girlfriend? But your girl doesn't seem to be interested. Want us to give you a hand?" "

Officer Zhang, if you're going to pick up your girlfriend, at least get a nicer car! Even if you don't have a BMW, you should at least get an Audi. Driving a police car like this makes people think she's done something wrong and is going to the station."

These guys dared to joke with the police; they were really asking for trouble.

The vase was already reluctant to get in the car, and being coaxed by Third Brother and the others made her even more unwilling. She turned around and was about to leave. The policeman also looked annoyed and shouted at Third Brother, "What are you looking at? Get out of the way!"

Third Brother said, "Officer Zhang, aren't you policemen usually so imposing? How come you turn into lapdogs when you see a woman? You have no manly spirit at all. Hahaha."

Third Brother and his gang hadn't done anything wrong today, so they had no scruples. Officer Zhang said, "You guys better watch out. Don't let me catch you, or you'll be in big trouble."

"Ah, I'm so scared, Officer Zhang. Don't worry, we won't come all the way to your lousy place to starve. Opportunities to catch us are rare, hahaha."

Old Niu and the others also joined in with bursts of strange laughter.

The policeman's voice sounded familiar, so I took a closer look. It turned out to be the same Zhang officer we'd met at the scenic area last time. He thought he was something special just because his father was the town mayor and he had Deputy Mayor Zhang as his backer. He even acted like a brother to my older sister's cousin—a veritable protector of the underworld! Who would have thought he was the boyfriend of this "flower vase" (a derogatory term for a woman)? What a waste of talent! But judging from the "flower vase's" appearance, his pursuit of her was only just beginning; whether it would succeed was still uncertain.

Officer Zhang said, "Don't get too cocky, you lot. Don't forget your boss is still in jail."

These days, gambling dens are constantly moving. They just moved to the scenic area a few days ago, and then this happened yesterday. My third brother said it was the city's special police unit that did it. The local police station in the scenic area doesn't usually deal with gambling and prostitution; they only respond when there's a coordinated operation. I wonder if they've been bribed. Remembering that the hitman was still in jail, my third brother and his gang immediately became much less arrogant.

I had a verbal exchange with Officer Zhang last time because of my older sister and cousin's car accident. Seeing his arrogance, I said, "Officer Zhang, you're still as imposing as ever. Even outside your own district, you're still so domineering, scaring people into not daring to raise their voices."

Officer Zhang angrily retorted, "Who do you think you are? What business is it of yours?"

I said, "You're trying to show off in front of a lady. Officer Zhang, are you here on official business today? If you're here to pick up your girlfriend, that's misuse of a police vehicle. This is a police car; what if something happens to you then? You'll be in trouble." "It wouldn't be good if the police didn't intervene."

Zhang, embarrassed by my words in front of Hua Ping, was humiliated. He couldn't argue with me, nor could he arrest me, so he was furious and threw down the line, "You better watch out, kid, don't run into me."

I said, "Everyone heard it, the police are threatening a defenseless middle school student. They can't argue with me, so they're retaliating."

Zhang was about to say something when Hua Ping glared at him, got into her car, and said, "Haven't you lost enough face yet? If you don't drive, I'm leaving."

Zhang fell silent, drove off, and gave me a final look. I wasn't afraid of you. You're a district policeman, you don't have jurisdiction over the city. Besides, this place is our territory. With Director Ding as our backer and Captain Li from the SWAT team supporting us, what can you do to me?

Seeing that I dared to defy the police like this, Third Brother and the others looked at me even more favorably. Ding Ling pushed me back, saying, "You've been showing off again, haven't you? Are you feeling jealous because someone has a boyfriend, and you're taking it out on the police?"

Pah! I'd rather die than admit it. There are so many beautiful women in the world; if I fell in love with every one I saw, I'd eventually die from exhaustion. I don't want to die young.

Chapter 127 The Unsolved Case (Part 1)

Ding Ling pushed me back to the ward. Seeing my sister still waiting for me, she told her to go home and rest, and that she would keep me company today. Because of my unique constitution, my wounds heal faster than most people's. After reminding me to take my medicine and get my injections on time, my sister went home reassured.

Ding Ling had only recently lost her virginity and was experiencing the pleasures of life for the first time. Naturally, she wanted to be with me every day, but I had been busy studying for my self-study exams, and then Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi came, so I hadn't had a chance to spend much time with her. Today, with such a good opportunity, she naturally wouldn't let it slip by. As soon as my sister left, she eagerly hugged me. I couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, so eager, huh?"

Ding Ling rolled her eyes at me and scolded, "You little rascal, have you been ignoring me these past few days because you've found another woman?"

I said, "How could that be? I think about you every day."

Ding Ling said, "Really? What are you thinking about?"

I deliberately stared lustfully at Ding Ling's chest and said, "What do you think?"

Ding Ling blushed, pinched me, and said, "You pervert, didn't I beat you up yesterday?"

I stood up from my wheelchair and swept Ding Ling up in my arms. Ding Ling let out a soft moan and said, "What are you doing?"

Did I even need to ask? I carried Ding Ling towards the inner bedroom.

This VIP ward was almost like a hotel suite, with both a reception room and a bedroom, so no matter how much I indulged in debauchery inside, no one outside would know. Ding Ling struggled to get down, saying, "Xiao Xin, put me down. I... I can walk by myself. Be careful of your injury."

I said, "This little injury is nothing. It's alright. Don't struggle, or you might really reopen my wound."

Ding Ling then stopped moving, nestled in my arms. Her body seemed weightless in my strong arms. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her hands tightly wrapped around my neck, a faint blush on her fair skin, full of captivating charm.

Finally, we reached the bedside. I placed Ding Ling on the bed and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I had boasted earlier, but the wound on my leg really did hurt a bit. Just a dozen steps and I almost broke out in a sweat from the pain. Also, when I was carrying Ding Ling, I was preoccupied with lust and didn't feel her weight. But after walking a few steps, the pain in my leg made her feel incredibly heavy. Luckily, Ding Ling was still shy and had her eyes closed, otherwise I would have embarrassed myself.

Ding Ling kept her eyes closed, half-heartedly letting me remove the few clothes she was wearing. I wondered if she had planned this in advance; it was already autumn, yet she was only wearing a few thin garments. However, this made my movements much easier. Soon, Ding Ling's bright and beautiful body was naked before me. The central air conditioning in the ward was always running, so there was no need to worry about her catching a cold. It was almost noon, but because the curtains were drawn, the light was very soft, and Ding Ling's fair and delicate skin glowed with an intoxicating pink hue.

I knelt beside Ding Ling, burying my face in her chest, kissing her breasts, areolas, and nipples. My hands lovingly caressed her flat stomach, slender waist, and long thighs. Ding Ling's body undulated like waves under my caresses, and she occasionally let out unconscious moans. I licked her pink nipple with the tip of my tongue, my fingers tracing her lower abdomen, parting the thick hair, exploring her warm, hot area. Her legs tensed, clamping my fingers together. But as I continued my persistent caresses, her body gradually broke free from her will, responding to my movements with a subtle, almost imperceptible responsiveness, like a passionate garden blooming with its most beautiful and vibrant flowers, attracting bees and butterflies that lingered there.

Although I've known Ding Ling for a long time, our intimate relationship is only recent. First, I gave her a fake oral sex act in a movie theater. Not long after, due to a jealous rivalry with Lin Shiyi, I impulsively crossed that final line with her. Later, during a "reopening" event, we had a foursome with her sister and Lin Shiyi. After that, we never had a real sexual encounter. In total, Ding Ling has only slept with me twice. Mentally, she's practically a virgin. As I freely caressed and kissed her, she was incredibly shy, her eyes tightly closed. On the other hand, Ding Ling was already deeply in love with me, letting me do as I pleased without resistance. Gradually, her body relaxed, displaying a graceful posture like a beautiful mermaid before me. The valley between her legs was already wet, allowing my fingers to easily enter that small opening. Ding Ling's honeypot was still very tight, allowing my fingers only a tiny bit to penetrate, but it was enough to feel the intense heat and slipperiness inside. Her chest heaved violently, and her small mouth emitted suppressed gasps as I teased her.

Looking at her alluring beauty, my heart was filled with gratitude for fate. I was able to possess such a pure and beautiful body; how kind Heaven had been to me! By chance, I had experienced the ultimate pleasure with one beautiful woman after another. Sometimes I wondered if I was too promiscuous, especially since I already had a sister who deeply loved me, yet I still indulged in frivolous affairs. But every time beauty was before me, I couldn't resist the burning desire. So I comforted myself with various reasons: I possess supernatural powers, women can't resist my allure; all men are lustful, indulging occasionally is normal, everyone does it; I'm a gigolo, it's a way to earn money, one has no choice in the world, etc. But when I really thought about it carefully, these reasons were all empty words. The key was myself. If I really didn't want to, who could strip me naked and force me?

Sigh, I don't want to think about it anymore. Thinking about it any longer will only give me a headache about the future relationships with these women. I quickly stripped off my clothes and got into bed. Gritting my teeth, I rolled over and pressed myself against Ding Ling. Her smooth, delicate skin immediately gave me a cool and comfortable feeling. This pleasurable sensation seemed to seep through my skin and penetrate to my bones. Her high, firm breasts were slightly deformed by my pressure, and our bodies were pressed extremely intimately together. My hard penis slid straight into the crevice between her legs. As my thighs tightened around her two long, rounded thighs, her inner thighs inevitably tightened around my penis as well—warm, slippery, and incredibly comfortable. It allowed me to slightly calm my burgeoning desire and slowly tease the beauty beneath me, who was already aroused.

Ding Ling turned her head away, avoiding my gaze. The blush on her face and neck deepened, her beautiful eyes remained tightly closed, and her trembling eyelashes told me of her nervousness. I could clearly feel her increasingly rapid heartbeat. I smiled and whispered in her ear, "Don't be nervous, I'll be gentle." Her face flushed even more, her hands tightly gripping my shoulders and back, like a drowning person grasping at a straw. This wasn't Ding Ling's first time making love with me, but at this moment, she acted like a virgin who had never known such pleasures, which only intensified my affection for her.

I moved slowly against her, letting the friction of our bodies continue to ignite her passion. This genuine skin-to-skin contact felt wonderful, while I kissed her face incessantly, trying to soothe her tension. This wasn't easy; I had to suppress my burgeoning desire, continuing to caress and tease her—which was also stimulating my own emotions to the brink. I felt as if a fire was burning fiercely within me, threatening to evaporate every organ in my body. Persistence pays off. After a while, Ding Ling's body gradually warmed up. She writhed as if unable to bear my weight, her eyes slightly open, watery and full of alluring desire. I sat up and spread her legs, my throbbing penis pressing against her already lubricated vulva. Warm, moist love juice flowed from the crevice of her tender flesh, nourishing my large glans. I was already at the point of no return, unable to hold back any longer.

I took a deep breath, thrusting my lower abdomen forward, leaning my body forward. With a soft cry from Ding Ling, I penetrated her narrow, tight orifice. That familiar pleasure immediately surged through my entire body, and I couldn't help but thrust rapidly. Ding Ling moaned softly beneath me, her thighs trembling helplessly, unsure whether to squeeze or relax. Her round, lovely breasts bounced back and forth with my vigorous thrusts. I leaned down, supporting my weight on my elbows, grasping her breasts, my lower abdomen moving rapidly, each thrust pushing my penis fully in, pursuing maximum pleasure. Her vagina was filled with intoxicating elasticity; the feeling of being tightly enveloped, the friction against my penis, fueled my desire even more intensely. I moved in and out with great force, the sounds of our lower abdomens colliding frequent and passionate. Each movement was accompanied by Ding Ling's moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and my panting.

Soon, a fine layer of sweat appeared on Ding Ling's fair skin. She frowned, biting her lip tightly, letting out captivating moans from her nose under my almost frenzied thrusts. Her hands were no longer wrapped around me, but gripped the sheets beneath her so tightly that they crumpled into a large ball beside her. Ding Ling's body was highly adaptable, and since this wasn't her first time, it didn't take long for her to gradually withstand my fierce onslaught. The amount of lubrication in her vagina increased, making it easier for my penis to enter and exit her once-pure body. Her moans sounded less painful, mixed with a fresh, helpless stimulation. This caused my penis to swell even larger and harder inside her, and the pleasure intensified.

Sweat streamed down our bodies, our skin sticking together, truly intimate. Her hands weakly held my waist, her whole body trembling with each thrust. The walls of her vagina contracted rhythmically, as if trying to suck my penis in completely. The pleasure of possession and conquest, combined with extreme physical ecstasy, numbed my senses; I felt like I had fallen into a paradise of pleasure. Ding Ling had already reached her first climax, and now a second wave of orgasm was surging in. She suddenly wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing me down forcefully. My penis could feel the powerful pressure of her vaginal walls and the hot fluid gushing from the depths of her flower.

A surge of desire coursed through me, an overwhelming surge of urges I couldn't and wouldn't tolerate. I quickened my pace, thrusting frantically, my fiery desire building in my lower abdomen. With a jolt of electric shock, my penis plunged deep inside her, my semen gushing out in spurts. Ding Ling's body trembled with each ejaculation, uttering muffled cries as she reached her third orgasm.

After a long while, Ding Ling finally sat up gracefully, preparing to dress. She pulled her soiled panties from her private parts and said to me coquettishly, "You bad rogue, why did you use my panties to wipe that stuff? What am I supposed to wear now?"

Seeing the stains on her pristine white silk panties, she felt both ashamed and angry. Suddenly noticing a few streaks of blood, I was startled and quickly checked my wound. It turned out I had used too much force, causing the wound to reopen and bleed a little. Ding Ling said, both ashamed and distressed, "You little brat, who told you to be so rough? Now, now my sister is going to scold me to death when she gets back. And you're still laughing? It's all your fault!"

I could only manage a wry smile. My sister would definitely scold me again; Ding Ling had always had a good impression of her, and she would surely assume I had "forced" her. I said, "Well, this is my first time, of course there will be blood."

Ding Ling's face turned bright red, and she pinched me, saying, "Stop being disgusting. Do you think you're a girl?"

Ding Ling was in a hurry to get out of bed to get some medicine and cotton wool to clean my wound. But as soon as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her lower body, and she couldn't help but glare at me. If I hadn't seen the blood seeping from my leg, I would have pinched it quite a bit. Ding Ling cleaned my wound first, then washed my soiled underwear in the bathroom and used the heater in the room, which hadn't been used for years, to dry it; she needed to wear it when she got home.

No one else came to see me all afternoon. I told my sister not to tell Li Ruyun and the others about my injury, so they wouldn't worry too much. Anyway, my injury would heal in a couple of days, without even a scar. Fang Xiaoyi had gone out early in the morning to investigate what happened last night; I didn't know if she had any results. But according to Zhang Ning, Fang Xiaoyi had many connections, and with her involved, she would definitely get to the bottom of things.

Zhang Ning didn't tell me in detail about Fang Xiaoyi's background, only that she had someone in the military intelligence system, and a big shot at headquarters.

It seems my connections with the intelligence community are quite deep. For example, Liu Ruolan's father worked in intelligence within the military; the Wang Keming CD incident led to the discovery of fake agents; during my seven-day trip to Hong Kong, I encountered a "Queen" who was clearly a spy and even drugged me; now, Fang Xiaoyi has also surfaced, seemingly connected to the military intelligence system. As for my other "brother," Shi Zhongtian, all signs point to him possibly being a spy as well.

Because of my constant dealings with spies and such lately, I've developed some interest in intelligence work, searching for information online and gaining a preliminary understanding of China's intelligence system. However, online information is a mix of truth and falsehood; who dares to be completely unsure? Even if I asked Liu Ruolan, she wouldn't tell me the truth, otherwise, there's a possibility of leaking state secrets, a serious crime.

In China, all military departments are under the General Staff Department, the General Political Department, and the General Logistics Department—the so-called three headquarters. Military intelligence agencies are subordinate to the Second and Third Departments of the General Staff Department and the Liaison Department of the General Political Department. The Second Department of the General Staff is commonly known as the "General Staff Intelligence Department" because it is primarily responsible for collecting military intelligence, encompassing three functions: first, dispatching agents under various cover to foreign countries to gather military intelligence; second, analyzing military intelligence from publicly available foreign publications; and third, sending military attachés to embassies abroad. The Third Department of the General Staff's main task is surveillance. This involves intercepting electronic intelligence through numerous "listening stations" set up along borders and coastlines.

It should be noted that both the Second and Third Departments now engage in more than just military intelligence work. For example, the Third Department currently has 100,000 personnel responsible for monitoring all international long-distance calls. Reportedly, all international long-distance calls are monitored and recorded. By pre-entering specific words into the recording equipment, such as the names of Chinese leaders, sensitive event names, and euphemisms, the recorder will automatically detect these words, allowing the monitoring personnel to immediately track and investigate the call. Names related to the June Fourth Incident and Falun Gong will certainly trigger the recorder's activity. This department also intercepts faxes from overseas.

Military attachés at the People's Republic of China embassies in various countries are appointed by the Second Department of the General Staff, not by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or the Ministry of National Defense. Military attachés hold military ranks; the highest-ranking is the military attaché stationed in the United States, a major general (equivalent to a full corps commander). Military attachés stationed in other countries are of varying ranks, but in most countries, they are at the division commander level (equivalent to a senior colonel). The Second Department of the General Staff has five bureaus: Guangzhou Bureau, Beijing Bureau, Tianjin Bureau, Shanghai Bureau, and Shenyang Bureau. These bureaus operate under the names of specific offices within their respective cities. For example, the Guangzhou Bureau is simply the Guangzhou Municipal Government Office X. The Beijing Bureau is the Beijing Municipal Government Office X. The Second Department of the General Staff's responsibility is intelligence gathering. Geographically, it oversees the entire world except China, but it sometimes intervenes in local affairs.

In addition, the seven military regions of the People's Liberation Army (Guangzhou, Lanzhou, Nanjing, Chengdu, Jinan, Beijing, and Shenyang) each have seven intelligence departments, but these are of lower rank, at the division commander level. The Second Department of the General Staff is at the corps level. The publicly known name of its research institution is the "International Strategic Studies Association," so all experts and scholars in the association are officers of the Second Department. The intelligence capabilities of the Second Department are far superior to those of the Ministry of State Security, as it has existed since the Red Army era, earning it the nickname "China's CIA."

I've seen a recent photo of Liu Ruolan's father; he's only a colonel, generally equivalent to a regimental commander, at most a deputy division commander. According to the above, he'd probably be a bureau chief or something similar in the Nanjing Military Region's intelligence department. I don't know how powerful Fang Xiaoyi's connections are, but judging from Zhang Ning's words, they seem to be of a higher rank than Liu Ruolan's father, working within the General Staff.

Damn, my girlfriends' backgrounds are really something else! I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse. Especially Fang Xiaoyi; if she's as resourceful as Zhang Ning says, she'll know everything about me when I date other women. How am I supposed to manage then? Having a girlfriend with too much power isn't necessarily a good thing.

Now, my girlfriends are always planning my future. Zhang Ning hopes I'll go into business and help her manage Nine Star Company, while she can go home and enjoy a comfortable life. Fang Xiaoyi, perhaps because she comes from a military or political family, always hopes I'll either join the military or pursue a career in government. Actually, I'm not very interested in either. Military service is too tough; I'm afraid I couldn't handle it. But Fang Xiaoyi always says my personality is a bit too soft and I need to be toughened up in the military. Government is too tiring; given my dissatisfaction with reality, I might offend many people. But Fang Xiaoyi says that government success depends on connections and background, and as long as I have the will, she can help me. This time, when I started my foundation, they both expressed their support. Zhang Ning's starting point was to cultivate my business experience; while Fang Xiaoyi said it would help develop my leadership skills. Ultimately, she still prefers me to pursue a career in government. Li Ruyun and Xu Ke, having experienced dramatic changes in their lives, were content as long as I was by their side. They didn't want me to neglect my family for the sake of my career. Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi disagreed, believing that a man should focus on his career. Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling hadn't thought that far ahead; they were happy as long as we had fun.

My sister objected to them interfering in my life too early, saying we should let things take their course and that ultimately, I had to choose my own path. I knew my sister didn't want me to slack off because of external help; she wanted me to establish myself in society through my own efforts. I shared this view, but when things came down to it, I couldn't help but think about using connections—it was quite a contradiction.

Chapter 128 The Unsolved Case (Part 2)

Zhang Ning and my sister came to the hospital in the afternoon. This time, they brought me a stewed pheasant with ginseng. I had used up a lot of energy in the morning, so I really needed to replenish myself.

When Ding Ling saw her sister, she acted as if she'd seen a savior, pulling her aside to whisper something, her face flushed. Her sister glared at her and took Ding Ling out. Ding Ling had asked her sister to get her some emergency contraception, afraid of accidentally becoming a single mother. Actually, I'd already received an injection from the Queen, making me infertile for three years, but I couldn't tell my sisters to avoid worrying them, so I kept it a secret. Zhang Ning,

of course, knew Ding Ling and I were alone in a room, and given my personality, it was impossible for me to remain chaste. She sourly fed me soup, saying, "Drink more, so you don't overexert yourself and slow down your healing."

I lowered my head and gulped down the soup, remaining silent. Fortunately, Zhang Ning didn't say anything more, just waiting for Fang Xiaoyi to return soon so she could investigate my situation. They'd both been away from the company for over a week, and there was a lot of work waiting for them; they couldn't stay away any longer. Because of Shi Zhongtian's disappearance, Xu Qing returned to the company, but she wasn't in the mood to manage its affairs. Zhang Ning was currently handling all the company's matters, big and small. However, Zhang Ning was worried about leaving without clarifying my situation.

I told my sister and Zhang Ning about Mayor Zhang's "instructions" for our foundation that morning, hoping to seize the opportunity to get the company and foundation up and running as soon as possible. It's already November, with only forty-odd days left until Christmas; business opportunities are fleeting.

Mayor Zhang's sudden enthusiasm and support for our foundation project was quite unexpected. Regardless of his motives, his words were beneficial for expediting the registration process. As the executive vice mayor in charge of the economy, the bureau chiefs below him would naturally give him face, and we were happy to benefit from it. However, one thing made me somewhat uneasy: I often criticize various negative phenomena in society, but now that I've also used some connections, I feel less confident speaking out in the future. What comforts me is that even without Mayor Zhang's help, my company and foundation could still be established; it's just a matter of speeding things up. There's no bribery or insider trading involved, and I'm not seeking personal gain. Originally,

I only planned to establish a foundation for public welfare and charitable activities, but given the current situation, I need to simultaneously establish a company and a foundation to separate operational and charitable assets, complying with relevant laws and regulations. Starting a company is much more complicated than setting up a foundation. First, you need to apply for name pre-approval, then draft the company's articles of association, obtain capital verification certificates and proof of address, establish organizational structure and financial accounting systems, and so on. There's a whole lot to do. Although my sister has a certified public accountant certificate, it's only theoretical knowledge; she's not very good at practical operations and has to ask Zhang Ning for advice.

Zhang Ning asked me what kind of company I planned to start. I said, "Is that even a question? Of course, it's a limited liability company. I don't want to make it a sole proprietorship; that would mean unlimited liability. If the business loses money and goes bankrupt, I'd lose everything."

Zhang Ning laughed, "You're really hopeless, talking pessimistically before even opening."

I said, "I call it a sense of crisis. I can't go bankrupt and then become a gigolo."

Zhang Ning said, "Hmph, you've already thought of a backup plan. Have you set your sights on another woman and are you thinking of offering yourself up?"

We joked for a while, then got back to business.

There are statutory minimum capital requirements for establishing a limited liability company: RMB 500,000 for companies primarily engaged in production and operation; RMB 500,000 for companies primarily engaged in wholesale; RMB 300,000 for companies primarily engaged in retail; and RMB 100,000 for technology development, consulting, and service companies.

My original intention was to open a consulting and service company. This way, the requirements for the business premises are not too strict, and the minimum registered capital is only RMB 100,000, which I can use with the RMB 200,000 I earned from stock trading. However, there is a major headache with opening a service company: service companies generally cannot directly engage in the production and sale of goods, as this is considered exceeding their business scope and will be punished. Unfortunately, what I'm doing this time is dealing in Christmas gifts. If I issue a service industry invoice, the other party will obviously not accept it; they need a sales invoice for accounting purposes. What if I issue it as a trading company, leaving a shortfall of RMB 10,000?

Of course, I can easily get RMB 10,000 if I want to borrow it. My original intention in starting this company was charitable; most of the profits will go to charitable causes, not to be distributed to shareholders. I can't let them invest without a good return. Besides, I don't want to rely on Zhang Ning and Xu Ke's wealth and influence anymore. They have too much power. If I always depend on them, I might enjoy life, but it seems like I'm living without ambition. A man should always strive to build something; I don't want to be a kept man forever. But if I don't ask, where will the money come from? My older sister's money has been used to buy a new house and prepare to open a discount pharmacy; she's already operating at a loss, so I can't count on her. My second sister is still in university; she saves up her tuition by working part-time, and it's already a miracle she hasn't asked the family for money, so there's not much she can earn.

Seeing my worried expression, Zhang Ning was both amused and annoyed. She said, "If you don't have money, why don't you just ask? Do you expect people to beg you to lend it to you? How much do you need? Is 300,000 enough? Add your 200,000, and you can register a legitimate company."

I gritted my teeth and said, "I don't need that much, 100,000 is enough, and you'd better invest under the name of Jiuxing Company."

Zhang Ning said, "What, is it hard to ask me for money? Or are you afraid my name will cause you trouble?"

I nodded and said

, "I'm afraid of trouble." Zhang Ning pretended to pinch me, saying, "What trouble? Explain yourself! Are you afraid other women won't come looking for you anymore?"

I covered my ears and begged for mercy, saying, "Good sister, let go, it hurts!"

What I feared was that if Zhang Ning invested in the company, Xu Ke and Li Ruyun would follow suit. Then one would invest 50,000, another 100,000, and all my girlfriends would become shareholders. My relationships with them are currently unknown and unacceptable to the world; it would be very difficult for me to explain them clearly to outsiders. If Zhang Ning invests under the name of Jiuxing Company, Xu Ke and the others won't be too jealous.

The same logic applies to Lin Shiyi; letting her invest under her father's company name won't upset Ding Ling. I don't plan to let Ding Ling invest. I've heard there's a regulation that spouses and children of officials are not allowed to engage in business, and I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble for Director Ding and the others. However, regulations are regulations, and it seems no one seriously enforces them. Many high-ranking officials exposed in the newspapers have children who run businesses. Having these two companies as shareholders would demonstrate my company's strength and background.

Although Lin Shiyi isn't present now, she'll definitely be happy with this idea; she's still the nominal chairman of my sister's discount pharmacy. I called her, and she readily agreed, even eager to come over and "discuss" it further. She doesn't know about my injury yet, and I don't want her to come to the hospital. Ding Ling came to see me alone this morning without informing Lin Shiyi; if they meet, there will definitely be more conflict. I could only say that I was discussing company matters with Zhang Ning, and sure enough, Lin Shiyi snorted and hung up the phone.

After things were initially settled, Zhang Ning began preparing for company registration. First was the pre-approval of the company name; we initially drafted "Clover Trading Co., Ltd." Then came the articles of association, with a registered capital of 500,000 yuan. I would contribute 200,000 yuan, holding 40% of the shares, making me the largest shareholder. My two sisters would each contribute 50,000 yuan, holding 10% of the shares each, while Zhang Ning's Jiuxing Company and Lin Shiyi's Lin Group would each contribute 100,000 yuan, holding 20% of the shares. We would contribute all the capital in cash, and the money would be deposited into the bank account next week for verification. However, Zhang Ning and I agreed that she would generally not interfere with the company's operations from now on, and I would manage it myself. In terms of experience, she is naturally much better than me, but if I always have her guiding me, won't I never grow up?

As for the company's office space, I plan to borrow a spare office building from General Manager Lin as our headquarters. The space fee will be waived, and we can borrow fax machines and photocopiers. Even the finance staff can be managed by General Manager Lin's company's finance department. Of course, I'll let Lin Shiyi handle that. She's the manager of our foundation's "public relations department," so getting close to her father is a piece of cake. Besides, I've made her a shareholder now, so she should fulfill her shareholder duties. Actually, even if I went myself, it would be done immediately, but last time at Xiaoyi's house, her mother found the birth control pills, and now I'm too afraid to go to her house for questioning. There's no other way; poverty makes one weak-willed. I have to rely on my powerful father's influence for now, and I'll start my own business when I'm more successful. Zhang Ning said sourly, "You little rascal, are you trying to have her and her money?"

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Sister Ning, why are you jealous? If you're talking about someone beautiful and rich, aren't you talking about yourself?"

Compared to companies, the registration process for foundations is relatively simpler, mainly involving the foundation's bylaws and a description of the sources and uses of funds. In addition to the distribution of company profits, the foundation's funds will come from anticipated government subsidies and income tax refunds. According to current tax laws, companies and foundations will operate separately; all charitable expenditures must be made through the foundation and cannot be directly listed in the company's pre-tax profits. For company tax incentives, the principle of immediate refund of value-added tax and income tax for productive welfare enterprises will generally be followed. 33% of the income tax will be transferred to a dedicated bank account for the foundation, earmarked for specific purposes, and an annual audit is naturally required. Of course, this is just our expectation; the specific policies will become clear when the tax procedures are completed. There are numerous legal regulations now, but in practice, they may not be strictly followed. Local governments still have the power to formulate their own preferential policies. Our area is a separately planned city and a sub-provincial city, so our authority in this regard is naturally greater.

Fang Xiaoyi didn't return until after 9 PM. She looked like she'd had a long day. As soon as she entered the room, she took off her high heels and sat on the sofa, complaining. I sat down next to her, gently massaging her feet, and asked, "Sister Xiaoyi, have you found out who it was?"

Fang Xiaoyi rolled her eyes at me and said, "How could it be so fast? Who knows how many enemies you have? You were ambushed without even knowing why."

Despite her words, Fang Xiaoyi had still compiled a considerable amount of information and clues. This time at the hospital, she had brought a briefcase with her. Opening it, I found photos, documents, and a laptop. Fang Xiaoyi first opened the laptop and pulled up the images of the three people from the previous night. Some images were from various cameras the police had installed in the square, while others were from cameras in karaoke bars and nearby shopping malls and hotels. She probably obtained these through Captain Li's connections. The video footage clearly shows that the three men were very familiar with the terrain, knowing the distribution of the security cameras and how to counter surveillance. They chose a dimly lit location, on the edge of a blind spot for the cameras, causing their images to be distorted in the recording. Their escape route was also pre-planned, with few cameras, dim lighting, and a large crowd, making them difficult to spot once inside. As a result, none of the four or five cameras captured a single frontal image; all were either backs or side profiles, and all with their heads down, making special effects impossible. I spent a long time trying to identify anyone who resembled the men in the video. Besides, given their cunning, they wouldn't let me identify them so easily.

It seems finding the killers through image identification is unlikely. Next, I'll have to resort to deduction, just like the police always start with people I've had conflicts of interest with. Logically, murder is usually caused by one of three reasons: money, revenge, or passion. But for me, the first one can be ruled out immediately. Therefore, the likely causes are either revenge or passion.

Damn it, I don't have many enemies. First, that balding guy I've argued with a few times can be immediately ruled out; second, the biggest suspects from the beginning, those petty thugs, can also be ruled out now. Fang Xiaoyi went to investigate them early this morning. After verification, Xiaoli's brother, known as "The Killer" Jiang Xiaohua, was indeed arrested last night for gambling-related matters. His henchmen had only recently been released from detention, and since they weren't fully recovered from their injuries, they didn't have the time or ability to harm me. These guys all have criminal records with the police, and after investigating their connections with various gangs, nothing unusual was found. As for

Zhang Sanfeng, he doesn't seem to be a strong suspect either. It was only five or six hours after school yesterday; even if Zhang Sanfeng wanted to harm me, it's unlikely he could find such a skilled killer in such a short time. Furthermore, Fang Xiaoyi even pulled up Zhang Sanfeng's phone call records from yesterday afternoon, including the phone numbers of both parties, the time of the call, and even the location, but found nothing suspicious.

With the biggest suspects eliminated, we had no choice but to make random contacts. My sister's cousin seemed to be a member of the underworld, but he had no direct conflict with me, and the house case was basically a one-sided affair; they had almost no chance of winning, so they had no reason to target me at this time. Because of Tian Tian's matter, we almost got into a fight with the Japanese at the Japanese restaurant. Although they inexplicably changed their attitude in the end, I still felt something was off.

In the end, I even started to suspect that Zhang Ning or Fang Xiaoyi's suitors were targeting me. To be honest, there were quite a few people eyeing Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi. They were not only beautiful, but their wealth and power were beyond the reach of ordinary people. Getting them would mean skipping several lifetimes of hard work. I don't know how many suitors Zhang Ning has, but I've met Fang Xiaoyi's Mr. Jiang a few times, and his attentiveness is something I can't even dream of. If they knew I'd stolen their sweethearts, they might actually send assassins to kill me.

Fang Xiaoyi, seeing that I was bringing her up in the conversation, was both angry and amused, saying, "You brat, always blaming us! Maybe it was your rivals who did it. I heard Zhang Min divorced her ex-husband for you; aren't you afraid of his revenge? And your Liu Ruolan's husband isn't someone to mess with either; he's a special forces officer. If he makes a move, you'll be dead. Also, your affairs with Zhao Lin and Fang Xiuyun aren't settled yet. Wang Keming had an accident in Macau and almost became a vegetable; he just returned to Shanghai to recuperate a few days ago. I heard you even met with Qingjie's aunt, Shi Xiaoyu, in Hong Kong. You little brat, you went to..." "You're always flirting with other women, and you still have the nerve to talk about us."

Damn, she really knows a lot about me. I said with a bitter face, "What else do you know, Miss? You should at least give me some privacy."

Fang Xiaoyi glanced at me and chuckled, "What, are you afraid I'll find out you've done something bad? Look at your face, you look guilty. Humph, you little devil, you definitely have some shameful things you don't want me to know."

She kissed me again, "Okay, don't be angry. I only investigated you this time because of your situation. I won't investigate you randomly in the future." Damn

, this was just a random investigation? You want to find out everything about me? I didn't expect Wang Keming to be so lucky. The Queen didn't kill him or turn him into a vegetable. But according to Fang Xiaoyi, he has no memory of what happened after the accident and has lost his memory. If Fang Xiuyun hadn't been by his side taking care of him these past few days, he would have become an ignorant child. I heard he and Fang Xiuyun are planning to get married around New Year's Day, and Fang Xiuyun even wants me to be her best man. Fang Xiaoyi said sourly that Fang Xiuyun wants to use this opportunity to rekindle our romance. Meanwhile, Shi Xiaoyu, because of Shi Zhongtian's disappearance, has been taking over the Shi family's businesses in mainland China, previously managed by Shi Zhongtian, in Suzhou and Shanghai. The Shi family is a triad in Taiwan, but they want to legitimize their operations in mainland China, and therefore own many businesses. Xu Qing, as Shi Zhongtian's wife, naturally inherits shares in the Shi family's businesses in mainland China, and she and Shi Xiaoyu had some unpleasantness over control of those companies.

It seems this attack is going to become an unsolved case. Although I'm unwilling, there's nothing I can do, so I have to put it aside for now. Fang Xiaoyi plans to investigate again tomorrow, and if she still can't find anything, she'll ask her friend in the National Security Bureau to help. Also, Fang Xiaoyi told me to go back to the SWAT team for training in a few days, and not to be as relaxed as I've been these past few days.

Chapter 129 Nowhere to Hide

The next day was Sunday. When I woke up, I found that the injury on my leg seemed to have healed a lot, and I could walk on my own with support.

Ding Ling came to keep me company again early this morning and even did my homework for me to copy. The amount of homework in top-tier middle schools is just too much. Although my learning ability has improved, my foundation wasn't very strong before, and with so many extracurricular activities, I still sometimes find it a bit challenging. Lin Shiyi is a rich girl; she got into Fifth Middle School through bribery, just like me, and she only cares about playing with me. While her grades haven't declined, I'm almost catching up. Ding Ling, on the other hand, consistently ranks in the top ten of the school and seems to be improving. According to Ding Ling, since we had that relationship, her mind seems to be sharper than before. Damn, my little brother is producing "brain-boosting juice" now? Is she using that as an excuse to sleep with me?

Seeing me staring at her lecherously, Ding Ling said coquettishly, "Hurry up and copy! If your sister sees you copying homework, she'll scold you again."

I said, "Ding Ling, you're getting more and more beautiful. It's making me lose focus on my homework. What should I do?"

Ding Ling rolled her eyes at me and said, "Didn't your sister scold you enough yesterday?"

And she was right! Yesterday, we played too much, and she reopened my wound, which earned her a scolding from my sister. Ding Ling paused, then asked me, "Xiao Xin, do you think I look a little different than before?"

I looked her up and down; she wasn't dressed up in any particular way. Ding Ling couldn't help but say, "Don't you think I'm even more beautiful than before?"

And indeed, upon closer inspection, Ding Ling was more beautiful than before, radiant and full of energy. If she walked around school now, she might even be able to reclaim Bai Jingjing's title as the school beauty. To paraphrase an old saying, "A woman nourished by love is the most beautiful," and mine is nourished by a super-nourishing "all-around tonic," I thought smugly.

Unexpectedly, after hearing my flattering words, which were far from mere flattery, Ding Ling was not only embarrassed and pleased, but also showed a hint of reproach. What had I done to offend her? Ding Ling unexpectedly pinched me, saying, "You still dare to talk? It's all your fault! My mom wants you to come over to my house sometime; she has something to tell you. Do you think my mom has found out about us?"

Damn it, this is a trap! No doubt, she wants to find out if Ding Ling and I have had a relationship. Oh no! I haven't even dealt with Lin Shiyi's mom yet, and now another one pops up. This is going to kill me! I'm not going, even if you kill me.

After copying the homework, Ding Ling and I organized the various materials needed to start the company and foundation. I plan to take a sick day tomorrow and try to visit all the relevant departments and get all the necessary stamps done within the day. The documents for the investment from Jiuxing Company and Lin's Group should be finalized this afternoon. For both companies, it's just a long-term investment, and the amount isn't large; the boss's signature and stamp are all that's needed to make the decision. I also asked my second sister to fax me her authorization letter. I haven't seen her in a long time; I wonder how she's doing, and if she's surrounded by perverts. Every time I ask her on the phone, she won't say, deliberately keeping me in suspense as revenge for me not spending enough time with her during the summer vacation in Shanghai.

Xiaoli is having surgery today. Although it's heart surgery, it's not the kind that involves open surgery; it's just an incision in her thigh to insert a thin tube through the femoral artery directly to her heart. I don't know the specific medical term, but it should be similar in principle to fiber optic gastroscopy or endoscopic laparoscopy. I've heard this kind of surgery has been performed many times abroad, and some large hospitals in China have also done it, but this is the first time it's been performed here. Because of the risk of infection, we can't visit Xiaoli; I hope she recovers soon.

Although I'm hospitalized, it's incredibly comfortable. Everything is done for me, even my erection is taken care of by beautiful women—it's amazing! However, Ding Ling wouldn't dare to do anything real with me today, afraid of reopening my wound. I wanted her to learn oral sex, but she was too reserved, refusing even the less desirable "hand sex." When I finally said, in exasperation, how about I give her oral sex? She actually blushed and agreed! What a generous offer! She enjoyed it, but my penis is now even more painfully swollen.

With beautiful women around, time flies; another day has passed in the blink of an eye. Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi were supposed to return to Shanghai early tomorrow morning, but the company called to say that two groups of clients would be coming to the company to discuss business. Xu Qing wasn't in the mood for company matters right now, so Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi had to go back early. Fang Xiaoyi reassured me that although the clues about the three murderers hadn't been found yet, she had asked someone to help investigate. As long as I was careful during this period and tried to minimize going out alone, and with Captain Li looking after me, there wouldn't be any more danger. They would come to see me again after the company business was finished.

Ding Ling stayed with me until after dinner before leaving. If her mother hadn't been watching her closely these past few days, I don't think Ding Ling would have wanted to leave. I saw Ding Ling to the hospital entrance and watched her get into a taxi before turning back to the ward.

As I was seeing Ding Ling off, I saw Hua Ping getting out of a taxi. She's quite proactive at work, isn't she? She has an early shift tomorrow, Monday, and she's already back the night before. Does Hua Ping have a grudge against me, or is she just jealous that my girlfriends are all so beautiful? She actually snorted at me. Damn it, I glared at her back, turned and walked away, not in the mood for arguing with her. Damn it, she's actually our enemy, by all accounts. According to Fang Xiaoyi's investigation, her real name is Yang Lin, 22 years old, a student at Shanghai Medical University, currently interning at the Second Affiliated Hospital. Her father, Yang Qiming, is the presiding judge of the court—the same court where my sister fought a lawsuit over the house; her mother's surname is Lin, and she works for the district women's federation. It seems her name comes from her parents' surnames. She has two aunts, one is my sister's aunt-in-law—just thinking about her shrewish behavior makes me angry; the other is the director of the health bureau. It's through this connection that she got her internship at the Second Affiliated Hospital and is enjoying a comfortable life in the intensive care unit.

She's used to men's lustful gazes towards her, and besides, in her mind, I'm a reincarnated lecher. Surprisingly, she didn't even flinch at me today, but instead seemed taken aback. However, she immediately walked past me haughtily, making me feel inferior. I've been growing for several months and am finally almost 170 centimeters tall, which makes me quite proud of myself. But compared to "Vase" (her nickname), I'm clearly shorter, making me want to break the heels of her high heels, especially when I see her looking down at me with disdain.

Fuming, I went to my shift to chat with my sister and the others. The situation in the special care ward is a bit different from the outpatient and inpatient departments. Most of the people here are wealthy and influential, usually coming to the hospital during the day for checkups and going home at night. Therefore, the doctors and nurses on night shift are quite relaxed, passing the time by reading newspapers and chatting. Although the rules state that on-duty personnel are not allowed to sleep, usually after midnight, the doctors and nurses take turns resting. "

Vase" wasn't on duty today, but it was still early, and she wasn't very interesting being alone in her room upstairs, so she came down to chat with the nurses. She looked like she had just showered; her hair was still wet and exuded a charming fragrance, making the two doctors' eyes linger on her for a while. The two male doctors were both young, one recently married and the other deeply in love. They were both powerless against beautiful women, and seeing them practically drooling made Hua Ping feel both smug and disdainful. However, Hua Ping's smugness didn't last long. Their gazes quickly returned to the older sister. They had both been suitors of hers in the past, but after failing to win her over, they had to look elsewhere, though they still harbored secret crushes on her. If they knew their rivals, who had caused their failures, were sitting right in front of me, my leg wound would surely be doubled in size.

Although the older sister already knew Hua Ping's identity, she didn't take her anger out on her regarding Uncle's situation and continued chatting with her. However, Hua Ping felt a pang of jealousy at being overshadowed by the older sister, but she didn't want to leave so petty.

I was so bored that I told my sister I was going to sleep and went upstairs alone. When I got to the sixth-floor ward, the whole floor was empty except for me tonight, which felt a little eerie. My mind raced. This was a good opportunity. I could just say I was scared to sleep alone on such a big floor and trick my sister into coming up to sleep with me. Hehe, that's a good idea. I've rarely slept alone before. But going to sleep now seemed too early. Since I had nothing else to do, I wandered around the building to kill time. I strolled down the corridor, from one end to the other, and then back again. Damn, this felt a bit like being in prison during a break. Boring. I'd better go back to sleep.

When I got back to the middle, I noticed a room door was ajar, and the light was on. Strange, I remembered that no one else had been admitted to the sixth floor besides me these past two days. Whoever it is, a chat might do. I knocked on the door, but no one answered, so I went in. It's a hospital room anyway, nothing to steal, and I wasn't worried about being mistaken for a thief. Inside, the room was spotless, with the pleasant scent of a young woman's room. A bag sat on the bed, and a pair of high heels were beside it. I paused, realizing this was now Hua Ping's dorm room. Having an aunt who was the head of the health bureau was great; a mere intern could stay in a VIP room. The facilities were comparable to a five-star hotel; Hua Ping's monthly salary wouldn't even cover the room cost.

Since I was already there, I might as well go in and explore. Maybe I'd find something unexpected. I slipped into the room and closed the door behind me. The bathroom light was on, and remembering Hua Ping had just showered, I figured there might be some underwear she'd just changed out of. I often read erotic novels online where the protagonist masturbates with a beautiful woman's underwear; this was a rare opportunity, maybe I should try it too.

I gave Ding Ling oral sex that afternoon, which pleased her, but I felt even more aroused and uncomfortable. A wicked thought arose, and I was instantly consumed by lust. My penis was rock hard, and without caring whether Hua Ping would come back, I slipped into the bathroom. Sure enough, on the floor behind the bathroom door were Hua Ping's discarded underwear and a pair of stockings. I picked them up and looked at them. Damn, sheer, soft fabric, beautiful lace trim, and a sexy, open design—I wondered what such underwear could possibly cover. But these were exactly what Hua Ping wore every day! I never imagined that Hua Ping, who usually dressed in elegant, understated dresses, giving off an unapproachable aura, would be so different from these lewd and sexy lingerie. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed they were her underwear!

I became even more excited and, imitating a scene from an erotic novel, took a deep breath. Surprisingly, I didn't smell any lewd odor; instead, I smelled a unique, youthful fragrance. I was relieved that my nose had escaped unpleasantness, but I was also slightly disappointed. Actually, women's underwear isn't unfamiliar to me. My sisters have plenty of underwear, and there are so many styles to admire. But now I'm hiding in the vase's boudoir, and it's giving me a strangely exciting feeling. Damn, am I developing perverted tendencies?

Perverted or not, I'll just play around first. I rummaged through my underwear, hoping to find a few shed hairs as souvenirs, but I was disappointed. Could the vase be a bald woman? I thought lewdly. I even thought about doing what they do in erotic novels, using my underwear to cover my penis for masturbation, but my penis is too powerful; I'm afraid I won't be able to finish in less than half an hour. So, I'll go even further and put the underwear over my head and smell the woman's scent. In TV shows and movies, robbers often use women's stockings to cover their faces, but using women's underwear is also quite good. My two eyes can still be left out, so it won't affect my ability to see money.

I held the stockings and underwear, wondering which one to put over my head. Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside, a crisp sound—the sound of high heels. Oh no, Vase's back! There's no escaping her now. I can already imagine her screaming when she sees me. I'm doomed! I'm going to be branded a pervert, a notorious panty thief! How am I ever going to face anyone again?

P.S.: As is customary, this chapter is usually updated on Mondays. It seems to be a common practice for many authors, as it helps them climb the weekly click charts faster. I'm no exception, haha. But damn it, the power's been cut off again these past two days. They say it's three days off and four days on, but there are three days of power outages a week! How are we supposed to live? Saturday was from 9 am to 10 pm, and Sunday's update stopped at 8 am, forcing us to use the gas stove for cooking. This chapter was rushed out last night; thankfully, the power's stopped again, otherwise everyone would have to wait another day. I've always been bullish on power stocks. I bought Inner Mongolia Huadian at 7 yuan, and after a 10-for-10 stock split, it went back to 7 yuan, doubling in value. It's a pity I didn't have enough capital;

otherwise, I could have made a fortune from the power outage. Lately, I've been busy with work and preparing for exams, so updates haven't been as frequent as before. Please understand, and don't keep urging me to update. Right now, three chapters a day is the limit I can manage, and I might even reduce it to two chapters a week in the future. After all, work is more important than writing that loses money. I use a modem to access the internet, which is slow, and to save on internet costs, I'm no longer highlighting your book reviews. Please understand, my friends on Qidian. Besides, getting points doesn't seem to be very useful, so I'm not trying to earn them anymore. However, my points and votes on Qidian are much lower than before. I finally made it into the top ten in total clicks, but then I was pushed down again. Could it be that my friends aren't giving me votes because I'm not highlighting reviews? Haha. I urge my friends to visit Qidian more often when they have time, since that's where I started. Now, my votes are far fewer than Tianying and Cuiweiju, which doesn't look good for me.

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