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In the driver's seat was still Mi Zouxue Liang, the same person who had picked up Yang Xiaoyou from the police station last time. After Yang Xiaoyou got into the car, he slowly raised the partition between the front and back seats, isolating the two people in the back and creating a sense of privacy.
Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but murmur to herself; there was nothing scandalous going on, so why the need for such secrecy?
"Zizi, tell me honestly, is what you said on the phone true?" Although Liang Jianguo's words seemed a bit blunt, he maintained his refined and natural demeanor, giving off a refreshing aura like a spring breeze. There was an odd contrast in his behavior, yet it felt entirely natural, as if it were meant to be.
"Ahem, I might have... maybe," Yang Xiaoyou hinted subtly in response to his directness. The implication was clear: sometimes precautions weren't taken properly, and how things turned out depended on luck.
Of course, Yang Xiaoyou understood that due to her unique constitution, the odds of a successful outcome were still relatively low; she could only rely on diligence to make up for it.
"Tsk, you really have it easy. When I was your age, I was still passing notes. The young people nowadays..." Liang Jianguo sighed in resignation upon hearing her reply.
Perhaps on the surface he held power and could handle any interference from even the current Prime Minister without pressure. He had ample experience dealing with various internal and external emergencies, even having faced an H Virus leak incident at Pudong Airport.
But looking at this young woman in front of him, who was not much older than his niece, he found himself feeling somewhat unsettled.
During their last meeting, although he acknowledged her capabilities, it was merely recognition of her qualifications for pursuit. He understood well the charm and cunning of his niece.
Young talents pursuing her were as numerous as fish crossing a river, and many prominent families had directly sought her hand.
The excuse had always been that Liang Wuxuan was still young and that it was too early to discuss such matters.
However, after his grandfather subtly expressed his expectations during their last meeting, that excuse was beginning to wear thin.
Liang Jianguo firmly believed in his exceptionally talented niece's abilities. She should be able to handle these issues and understand how to make choices.
Whether it was outstanding talents with great potential or sons from prestigious families—or a combination of both—he trusted that his Precious Niece could manage it all.
She would definitely choose the one she was most satisfied with after careful consideration.
According to her own intentions, she would gradually get to know him, and by the time she reached university, she should be able to make the most effective judgment during that period. Time would reveal a person's true character, and by then, the timing would be just right.
This way, she could meet her elder's expectations without compromising herself.
But what was happening now?
The tone of this fellow indicated that he seemed to have taken an important step before all the other competitors had officially entered the contest.
This made Liang Jianguo feel a sense of foreboding.
He understood his Precious Niece's personality quite well. Although she appeared somewhat casual and kept a low profile in the student council, her inner pride was substantial. If she did not genuinely recognize someone, she would never take that final step.
Although these days, even if one were not married yet, there were plenty of suitors for outstanding women. However, Liang Jianguo knew that for others to make up for this advantage would be quite difficult.
"Hey, I really didn't see that coming. You actually have some skills. And who was that woman just now? What’s your relationship with her?" Upon hearing the vague answer regarding Aspects, Liang Jianguo directly concluded that there was no deception in what he said.
Not only did he judge through expressions; even if he had been deceitful, the consequences would far outweigh any benefits in resolving the current crisis.
"A future colleague, as you should know. She's a relative of a Military Officer. Helping her out this time might earn you her brother's gratitude. It may not help politically, but it could be beneficial for personal matters when necessary." He had nothing against Laiwei and felt there was no reason to hold back.
"Personal matters? You have no idea how much trouble you've brought me this time." Liang Jianguo seemed somewhat indifferent to Yang Xiaoyou's words, maintaining control over the conversation's rhythm.
"What trouble could there be? If it were truly serious, would you only come out because of my uncertain relationship with the President? Compared to your desire to avoid provoking the Common Unity Party, they probably want to avoid provoking you even more. This isn't a big deal; they know how to weigh their options." Yang Xiaoyou scoffed at Liang Jianguo's seemingly calm words.
Although he didn’t fully understand political tricks, he recognized that the Liang Family had gained their current transcendent status due to Liang Qichao's successful withdrawal from power and their ancestor who had experienced tumultuous times. While their apparent power might seem limited within this city, their potential influence was indeed formidable.
The Neutral Faction maintains good relations with various forces and is considered the most powerful faction.
The Common Unity Party agreed to help the organization capture someone, likely because they know that the Neutral Faction usually doesn't interfere much, often turning a blind eye. After all, it was just about capturing a foreign 'spy'; they still needed to save face.
Now that Liang Jianguo has intervened so forcefully, no matter how great the benefits offered by the organization, the Common Unity Party would surely refuse. They might even proactively seek to smooth things over, resolving this 'trivial matter' to avoid leaving any grudges with Both Sides.
While those high-ranking police officials on the business cards may not be able to respond to such greetings, if Liang Jianguo wanted support, it would be a trivial matter—just a matter of saying a word.
Of course, in today's Chinese Empire, very few people can accomplish this, and he happens to be one of them.
"Hmph, you seem to know everything. You started plotting against me from the moment you began contacting me slowly one by one. But being clever doesn’t mean you can stand on higher ground," Liang Jianguo scoffed lightly, showing little anger as he made a casual point.
"Of course, someone like you can easily turn the situation around with just a wave of your hand. I admit my cleverness pales in comparison. But my uncle, have you ever considered other possibilities?" After subtly flattering him, Yang Xiaoyou spoke as if unfazed.
Due to his connection with Liang Wuxuan, Yang Xiaoyou felt somewhat constrained in their conversation but could largely offset the pressure brought by his original status, making it easy for him to try and persuade.
After all, there was no harm in trying; so why not give it a shot?
Next week, he still had to work night shifts... Let's see if there's an opportunity to bring the computer along; it's quite annoying.
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