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After sending off the woman, Xiao Hansheng's gaze inadvertently glanced toward the lounge, and Zhang Yang did not put on airs; he directly emerged from the lounge to face Xiao Hansheng.
"Ah, Xiao, what brings you here? With all the mundane affairs, I apologize for my rudeness," Xiao Hansheng laughed heartily upon seeing him.
"Mr. Xiao, you are busy with countless matters. I am intruding as an uninvited guest; it is I who should apologize," Zhang Yang replied with composure.
Entering Xiao Hansheng's office, Zhang Yang observed that it was furnished with a complete set of rosewood desks and chairs, along with bookshelves. The reception area featured long benches and tea tables, and the spacious office was decorated in an antique style. Above the desk hung a framed calligraphy piece with four cursive characters: "Time Waits for No One." The signature was from a contemporary master. On the wall opposite the desk were four hanging scrolls depicting plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, seemingly from the Ming or Qing dynasty.
"As soon as I step into Mr. Xiao's office, the ancient charm is overwhelming; it is truly humbling," Zhang Yang chuckled.
"You flatter me, Zhang. You didn't come here just to admire my office, did you?"
"Hehe, since Mr. Xiao is so busy, I'll get straight to the point. I am now an investigator for Heavenly Mechanism Group; I believe Mr. Xiao is aware of this? Given the nature of Heavenly Mechanism Group, I assume you are quite familiar with it and I need not elaborate further."
"I have heard of it. Please continue, Zhang."
"I recently received a tip-off alleging that Mr. Xiao's Kangbao Group has numerous business dealings related to organized crime. Of course, this is outside our jurisdiction; the key issue is that this report links organized crime with bribery..." Zhang Yang hesitated.
"Hmph! That is pure nonsense! I am a legitimate businessman!" Xiao Hansheng's expression darkened as he slammed his hand on the desk, though inwardly he wondered what this kid was up to.
Zhang Yang thought to himself that this display of anger was quite good—at least at a national second-level actor's standard. "National second-level" was a term he coined himself.
"Mr. Xiao, please do not be angry. The informant submitted their report anonymously online; I cannot trace its source. There’s something even more infuriating—the report claims you intend to frame me; this person seems to know quite a bit," Zhang Yang said, showing some anger himself without waiting for Xiao Hansheng to respond.
"Allegations of organized crime and bribery cannot be taken lightly without investigation; it's hard to make a judgment. But claiming you would frame me is absolute nonsense! Not only do I have no grievances against Mr. Xiao, but we also share ties through Yibao; how could I possibly frame you?"
"Mm." Xiao Hansheng nodded. "So what is your point, Zhang?"
"Actually, I'm here just to inform Mr. Xiao that such anonymous reports without evidence are inherently untrustworthy. However, since this person could report you, it would be wise to exercise caution," Zhang Yang said earnestly.
Xiao Hansheng understood the situation well: this guy was just making up a story to intimidate him, and he had likely guessed that Mu Rujun was being used to set him up, with a share for himself.
"Thank you, Xiao Zhang. Although we have only had one transaction, it feels like we are old friends. In the future, we can surely become close companions. Don't worry, I may not be talented, but anyone who wants to harm me should think twice about their own weight! Also, you're still in school and doing public work; you need to pay attention to your safety. If someone really wants to frame you, it won't be easy to guard against it. Just the other day, I saw in the news that a college student was poisoned by a classmate." After saying this, Xiao Hansheng shook his head lightly, wearing a look of regret.
Xiao Hansheng sat behind his desk while Zhang Yang sat on a long bench. Listening to the pointed remarks from Xiao Hansheng, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel puzzled. It could be possible that he was being framed because of his connections with Wu Liangdong and Zhao Pengfei, but there was clearly a deep-seated hatred in Xiao Hansheng's words. Where did this hatred come from?
Seeing Zhang Yang lost in thought, a smirk appeared at the corner of Xiao Hansheng's mouth, as if he felt pleased with himself.
"Look at this; I was originally worried about Mr. Xiao, but now it seems Mr. Xiao is worried about me. Mr. Xiao should take care of himself; if something happens, don’t make it difficult for our 'close friendship'!" Zhang Yang suddenly said sternly.
Xiao Hansheng's expression changed, and he put away his smile: "I'm currently very busy, so I won't see you out!"
"Please hold on!" Zhang Yang stood up and walked straight toward the door.
After turning around, Xiao Hansheng's face turned pale. Just then, Zhang Yang unexpectedly turned back and before Xiao Hansheng could react, a small knife shot out directly towards him!
Xiao Hansheng was startled; the flying knife came too quickly for him to dodge and was right in front of him in an instant!
In the end, the knife grazed past Xiao Hansheng's temple with a whoosh and embedded itself into the wall with a thud, causing a few strands of hair to fall gently from his temple!
"You have some nerve!" Xiao Hansheng exclaimed angrily, still shaken. However, Zhang Yang smiled and said:
"That was close, Mr. Xiao; you almost got stung!" He then pointed at the wall.
When Xiao Hansheng turned to take a closer look, he saw that the tip of the knife had impaled a hornet.
Zhang Yang turned around and strode toward the door while saying, "Mr. Xiao, next time your luck might not be so good..."
"Bang!" Xiao Hansheng slammed his fist on the office desk in anger. How could there be a wasp in the office! This wasp was already somewhat dried up, clearly long dead. It must have been Zhang Yang who set this up in advance, intending to give him a scare before leaving.
Although it was just a little trick, it was hard to find fault with it.
This wasp was indeed prepared by Zhang Yang. In fact, any insect would have sufficed; he just happened to find this wasp while passing by a flowerbed at the school. As he walked out of Guanghui Building, Zhang Yang smiled. He found this little prank quite amusing.
In front of Guanghui Building, there was a narrow two-lane road. Beyond the two lanes lay a large green area. To exit the parking lot, one had to turn left or right onto the narrow road before reaching the main street ahead. Just as Zhang Yang was about to walk out along the narrow road, he suddenly noticed a crowd gathered ahead.
A black Bentley Mulsanne was stopped in the middle of the road, and lying half on the ground was a man around 30 years old, with a sharp face and wearing a green jacket, clutching his leg and crying out. The Bentley driver was negotiating with him nearby. In the back seat of the Bentley sat the woman who had just walked out of Xiao Hansheng's office. At that moment, she rolled down the window and told the driver, "Since he doesn't want to go to the hospital, just give him whatever he wants."
Initially, upon seeing the man, Zhang Yang thought he looked familiar, but now hearing his voice, he could immediately confirm that this woman was indeed the one who had been with Zong Linghan yesterday. She had simply changed from casual attire to professional wear, applied light makeup, styled her loose hair into an updo, and taken off her glasses.
The man in the green jacket lying on the ground was clearly trying to scam someone. The driver of the Bentley was technically skilled and felt that he hadn't hit the man at all; therefore, he refused to pay and insisted on going to the hospital for an examination so that the accident could be assessed by traffic police.
However, the man in the green jacket kept making a fuss, shouting that rich people had connections with traffic police and hospitals and that they wanted to cover up hitting him.
That was why the woman in the car shouted out what Zhang Yang had heard.
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