Chapter 105 — Murder for Money
Years of Heartflutter · Page 8 of 11
And as for his own plan—should he perhaps change his partner in this venture? He had heard a thing or two about the changing of the guard in Songjiang's underworld during this period. Bao Lin was no longer what he once was: before, he had merely been a somewhat formidable mob boss, but now his status was that of Songjiang's number-one man.
But what about Yang Juehuan's status? Could it be even more formidable than Songjiang's number-one man? Guo Jianchao had risen to the position of vice president at just thirty, which showed his mind was more than adequate—he was no fool. And so, in a flash, a whole series of questions rushed through his mind.
He knew Sun Jie's background. Sun Jie's father, Sun Lin, was the power behind the scenes in Donghai. Though on the surface the number-one man was Tian Dajin, head of the Tian family, Guo Jianchao's covert investigations had revealed that it was actually the Sun family that truly controlled Donghai. This only strengthened his determination to pursue Sun Jie.
Yet Yang Cenbin—a small-time thug who seemed to drift aimlessly—was Sun Jie's boyfriend. And when he recalled Bao Lin's attitude just now, Yang Juehuan's true identity practically leapt out at him.
Could it be that Yang Shuoxuan was the son of Songjiang's hidden number-one man, and that Bao Lin, the number-one man out front, was also just a hired hand like Tian Dajin? At this thought, Guo Jianchao's face twitched involuntarily. Damn it, he was truly lucky to be alive—competing with Yan for a woman and only getting his ass kicked, not losing his life. That was the height of good fortune.
Thinking it through, that earlier conflict with the little waiter that had brought Bao Lin onto the scene and Yang Ce to the rescue could not possibly have been a coincidence—it must have been arranged beforehand to teach him a lesson.
But even if he understood, so what? Guo Jianchao would never dare say it aloud. He was still young, and he didn't want to die an unexplained death.
One had to admit that in just a few short minutes, Guo Jianchao had guessed Yang Juehuan's identity almost exactly right. His head was really something out of the ordinary—one could only say the man was a talent.
"Brother Yang!" Now that Guo Jianchao had figured out Yang Juehuan's identity, he was immediately filled with trepidation. Bowing and scraping, he came over to greet Yan.
"Mm." Yang Yongjin knew full well why Guo Jianchao had suddenly become so enthusiastic. When he had asked him to gather evidence the last time, the man had agreed without a word of protest, but he had clearly not been nearly this enthusiastic.
"What did you want to see me about?" Yang Linyue asked flatly.
"Brother Yang, about the evidence you asked me to collect on President Wang—no, on Wang Pu—I've gathered some, but it's not exactly damning," Guo Jianchao said cautiously.
"Let's talk inside." Yang Wenru frowned. Those pieces of evidence were no longer needed now. Wang Pu's death sentence was essentially a foregone conclusion, with no suspense whatsoever.
The three of them found a small meeting room. Bao Lin opened the door, but did not dare enter first; he said to Yang Yanzhou, "Brother Yang, after you."
Yang Puqi laughed. "Brother Bao, what are you doing? This is making things awkward between us—I'm not even used to it."
"Ah—Brother Yang, I—" Bao Lin scratched his scalp. He was a man without much guile, blunt and straightforward, and he knew only that Yang Ce's status was now far above his own, so he unconsciously showed him deference.
"Forget it." Yang Ce looked at his awkward expression and waved a hand. "From now on, don't act like this in front of outsiders. It's a good thing only Jianchao is here today—if word got out, I wouldn't even be able to attend school in peace."