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Chapter Seventy-Four: Task Force Arrives
Zhang Qiu returned to his room and set down his bag, taking out several items and arranging them in a row on the table. He thought about opening them but felt overwhelmed, so he just sat in the chair and stared blankly.
His father, due to his own issues, had already shown willingness to sign the contract. Zhang Qiu understood that his father was willing to do anything for him, but precisely because of this understanding, he could not agree. While reflecting on this, he realized that his father had suffered greatly for the family, and what had he done in comparison?
Since coming back, Zhang Qiu had been juggling school and other responsibilities, leaving him utterly exhausted. Now, he could take this opportunity to steal a moment of relaxation; once he felt a bit lighter, many thoughts flooded his mind. From the moment his homeroom teacher informed him that his father had been injured, his fate had quietly begun to change.
He had tried every possible way to take revenge on Liu Xiaolong, teaming up with his uncle to bring down Wang Guodong and helping his uncle He Jun rise in status. When he went to the hospital to thank Wang Jinghan, he inadvertently got involved with Liu Xiaofei. To Zhang Qiu's surprise, Liu Xiaofei turned out to be Liu Xiaolong's brother. Everything seemed like such a coincidence, as if it were destined.
After that, he was unexpectedly drawn into a situation involving Youth Daily reporter Liu Fangfei, who provided him with significant help but also brought trouble upon herself. Fortunately, Liu Fangfei was unharmed, and he gained such an excellent sister in the process.
As Zhang Qiu was lost in thought, his phone rang from the side. He glanced at the caller ID and pressed the answer button: "I'm here, what's up?"
"Brother Qiu, I’m sending you an email; do you have a computer nearby? Check it out." Zhang Qiu recognized Yang Yu's voice sounding somewhat excited and casually pressed the power button on his computer: "I'm starting it up now. What’s the email about? You sound really happy."
"Haha, of course I'm excited. Just see for yourself; I can't explain it all. You'll understand once you read it."
Zhang Qiu watched as the welcome screen appeared and said, "Alright, send it over!"
Once the computer connected to the internet, Zhang Qiu quickly logged into his email. Several unread messages lay quietly in his inbox. He deleted the spam emails one by one and opened the one from Yang Yu.
Immediately, Zhang Qiu's attention was caught by the subject line of the email: "Secret Affairs of Police Chief Wang Guodong." As he read through the content, he was shocked by what he discovered.
The email listed various misdeeds committed by Wang Guodong since taking office as Police Chief, detailing each incident along with timestamps. The latter part of the email revealed explosive information: the once-glorious image of Director Wang was tarnished by allegations of maintaining mistresses. The detail and richness of this email left Zhang Qiu astounded.
"Brother Qiu, how is it?" Yang Yu asked over the phone while still connected, likely sensing that Zhang Qiu had finished reading.
Zhang Qiu stared at the screen and exclaimed, "Wow! I knew he was corrupt, but I didn’t expect him to be this corrupt!"
Yang Yu chuckled and said, "Brother Qiu, this email has gone viral! Several of my brothers have received it too."
Zhang Qiu suddenly widened his eyes, realizing that this might be the straw his uncle was referring to. Ordinary people could never obtain such things.
Understanding this, Zhang Qiu laughed. It seemed that his uncle was not content with the status quo; he was merely waiting for an opportunity, and he had just created that opportunity for him.
"Brother Qiu, what are we going to do?" Yang Yu asked over the phone.
"Forward it, let the Brothers forward it. We don't produce emails; we're just the transporters of information," Qiu Wan said, and both of them laughed.
Zhang Qiu searched for a long list of email addresses on Baidu and registered a new email account, copying and forwarding in bulk. Finally, he downloaded a copy of the email to his computer and backed it up to a USB drive, feeling satisfied as he listened to music.
As he listened to the music, Zhang Qiu's restless heart gradually calmed down. He closed his eyes and quietly immersed himself in the ocean of music. After an unknown amount of time, someone rang the doorbell at home. Knowing that his father had difficulty moving, Zhang Qiu hurried down from the second floor to open the door.
When Zhang Qiu opened the door, he saw four men standing outside, all dressed in black or gray suits with their buttons undone and their stomachs slightly protruding, as if their shirt buttons were about to burst open. "Who are you?"
A man with slicked-back hair smiled at Zhang Qiu and asked, "Hello, is your family head at home?"
"Who are you?" Zhang Qiu raised his guard; he had never seen these people before and suspected they might be from the Relocation Office.
A man wearing glasses replied with a smile, "We are from the Old City Renovation Task Force. Where is your family head?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiu's expression darkened immediately. "Not here!" With that, he attempted to close the door.
The man with slicked-back hair stepped forward, placing one foot into Zhang Qiu's yard while holding onto the door with both hands. He knew that the male head of this household had been injured before, so he did not mind Zhang Qiu's attitude and continued smiling. "We are here to introduce policies to your family. Let us in so we can discuss it in detail."
"No!" Zhang Qiu coldly stared at them. These were the same people who had resorted to violence after his father refused them entry. Now it was his turn; without hesitation, Zhang Qiu made the same decision as his father did back then.
Zhang Qiu coldly looked at the foot of the man with slicked-back hair that had already stepped inside. "Take your foot out of my house. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude; even if there are many of you, what does it matter? Are you going to send me to the hospital too?"
Feeling a chill from Zhang Qiu's gaze, the man with slicked-back hair instinctively withdrew his foot. As Zhang Qiu was about to close the door again, the man with glasses stepped forward and grabbed hold of it.
This person was truly shameless; Zhang Qiu was infuriated and slammed the door shut without caring whether he would crush Glasses Man's hand in the process.
The Glasses Man quickly retracted his hand in fear. With a loud bang, the door closed, and Zhang Qiu promptly locked it.
Outside, Backcombed Hair looked at the terrified Glasses Man and asked, "Are you going in?"
The Glasses Man looked up at the door and said with the determination of a soldier facing death, "Yes!"
Outside, there was more knocking at the door. Zhang Qiu could tell it was Backcombed Hair and the Glasses Man talking as they knocked, their voices loud and chaotic.
Zhang Qiu felt annoyed and cursed loudly, "Who’s making noise? Whoever is making noise is a dog; even dogs don’t make this much racket."
After Zhang Qiu cursed, it became quiet outside for a few seconds, but then the shouting and knocking resumed, even louder than before.
Zhang Qiu shook his head, thinking of turning to leave; if they weren’t tired, they could keep knocking.
Just as Zhang Qiu turned to walk away, he suddenly noticed Zhang Zhi Hua standing in the yard with a cane.
"Open the door and let them in."
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