The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 383

"Is the Director here?"

A colleague he ran into on the road shook his head, "I don’t know. Probably here. He’s been staying in the office these past few days, it’s the end of the year, the higher-ups want achievements, he must be cooped up in his office working on that."

Zheng Dazhi nodded, exchanged a few words, and then walked alone towards Cheng Gong’s office.

Sure enough, the Director was inside. Through the window, one could see the big-eared Director sitting at his desk reading documents.

Zheng Dazhi knocked on the door twice, and a voice from inside said, "Come in."

"Oh, it’s Dazhi ah, coming so early in the morning, what’s the matter? Is there something?"

Cheng Gong was very polite; his name suited him well as he was quite successful. It wasn’t clear if the man made the name, or the name made the man.

Zheng Dazhi closed the door and said, "Nothing much, I just wanted to have a few words with you."

"Oh, have a seat first. Come, come, sit," Cheng Gong greeted him warmly, handing him a disposable paper cup filled with water, "Here, it’s hot, warm up."

Zheng Dazhi said thanks but didn’t pick up the cup in front of him.

Cheng Gong sat opposite him, looking at him with a smiling eye, and asked again, "Dazhi, there’s something wrong, right? If there’s something, just say it, we’ve known each other for many years... Ah, right? Whatever difficulties you have, just speak up, the organization will consider and solve them for you."

Zheng Dazhi had already thought about what to say on his way here, but now, he didn’t know how to express it.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Director, my younger brother has disappeared."

Cheng Gong was stunned for a moment, and laughed, "Dazhi, your brother disappeared, and you don’t go to look for him? What’s the use of telling me?"

This guy had recently gotten into "The Legend of Martial Arts" and occasionally slipped into Sichuan dialect.

Hearing this, Zheng Dazhi felt a flare of irritation, not because he spoke in Sichuan dialect, but because of his attitude. Even if he didn’t express himself clearly, he shouldn’t address it with such an indifferent or even mocking attitude. That’s disrespectful.

The anger in his heart had been building since yesterday, and now it was beginning to show signs.

"Director Cheng, you have to take care of my brother’s matter. You can’t just brush it off with a joke, there’s a responsibility here for you too."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, and the smile on Cheng Gong’s face vanished. A leader’s authority is not open to challenge.

What do you mean I have a responsibility? So, you’re implying that I lost your brother? If your family loses a pig or a chicken, should I be to blame for that too?! If your wife elopes with someone, should I bring her to your bed and watch as you two roll in the sheets?!

As Zheng Dazhi spoke, Cheng Gong also grew angry.

"Dazhi, you must be having some emotional issues. I suggest you go back and adjust yourself. Considering it’s the end of the year, work is heavy, and tasks are urgent. It’s understandable that you are emotional, but if you make unreasonable trouble here, it’s better you leave now."

Cheng Gong looked down, continuing to read his documents.

Zheng Dazhi stared at those lowered big ears, his rage surging, remembering clearly how this man had hinted him to take the blame for that incident back then, and after that, he could confidently pocket the money. Now when trouble loomed, this guy obviously wanted to distance himself.

"Director, Ergou has run into trouble. I think, perhaps those above us can’t protect us anymore."

Zheng Dazhi said calmly, holding a cigarette between his fingers, putting it in his mouth, and lighting it slowly. Cheng Gong smelled the tobacco and frowned.

"Director, as they say in Huaxia, ’The crafty rabbit has three burrows, use them and then choose honesty, a bird exhausts out, good bows are hidden away.’ In other words, ’burn the bridge after crossing it.’ I know I’m just a small piece on the board, being all but a dispensable pawn, crossing the river, only able to move forward and not backwards, even in death I have to be exploited beautifully. But, I also understand, whether I can cross the river is another matter. Don’t you think?"

Cheng Gong looked at him with a cold face, not saying a word. He was quite dissatisfied with his subordinate’s attitude in his office. Zheng Dazhi tapped his cigarette, casually taking the ashtray from the table, and knocking the ash into it,

"Even a cornered rabbit will bite, if I didn’t keep something in my hand, playing with you, I really wouldn’t stand a chance."

Perceiving the underlying threat in his words, Cheng Gong straightened the documents in his hand to one side and capped his pen, "Dazhi, I understand the recent tasks are heavy, and it’s normal for you to be emotional, but please don’t bring those emotions into your work, even if there really is something, don’t talk about it here, we’ll talk after work."

"Humph, after work? By then I’m afraid I might not even see you again. Ergou is gone, and next, I guess it’s going to be me. I just told you, I’m just a pawn, my trouble would mean saving the bigger picture. I can only look out for myself now. Director Cheng, don’t joke with me, the only one who can save me now is you, getting rid of it, won’t be that easy."

Their eyes met, both betraying strong hostility, but Zheng Dazhi’s eyes had an additional layer of fearless determination.

Zheng Dazhi laughed, a kind of indifferent laugh, "Listen to this."

A red MP3 player was taken from his pocket and placed on the table, he pressed play, and Cheng Gong’s voice came from it,

"Dazhi, we’ll need you to trouble yourself more this time, this time the superiors have allocated five million, once this is settled, the matter, we will suppress it, and the money, you can take. It’s settled like this."

"Director Zheng, this involves a human life, isn’t it a bit too much?" This voice clearly hesitated.

"Haha, Zheng, you’ve been at the station long enough, some things you can’t stop, the value of his life is only so much money, and even that only because it’s us, otherwise you wouldn’t get a dime. If you don’t do it, someone else will. Five million, if you don’t take it, someone else will. After all, your brother has already killed the person, just go with the mistake, countryside people, easy to fool, don’t look at how uproarious they are now, give them a bit of money, a few words, they’ll be sent away, don’t worry, as long as we pack the matter tight enough, no one can trace it back to us..." freewēbnoveℓ.com

The subsequent conversation starkly displayed the dark inner workings of a police station director’s mind and his utter irresponsibility at work, also involving absolute evidence of financial bribery and criminal offenses.