Chapter 1212: The Brat

Zhao Fusheng forwarded Dong Chenxi's message to Cao Jianguo.

At this point, Zhao Fusheng knew clearly that he was not the protagonist; the police were.

Capturing a major drug lord like Mr. Li without meticulous planning was impossible. Though these guys might not carry weapons when entering the country, they were certainly prepared in the capital, so they couldn't afford to be careless.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't expect Cao Jianguo to visit him directly.

"Wait, you just come over like this, no problem?" Zhao Fusheng stared wide-eyed at Cao Jianguo sitting on his sofa.

There was no one else at home besides him. Fan Baobao had taken Fan Beibei to check out kindergartens. He didn't know how the sisters had negotiated, but in the end, the little girl had given in. The arm can't twist the thigh—that principle held true.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, Cao Jianguo smiled faintly. "It's fine. I've deployed a team to conduct a thorough check of this area. Even if Sun Qian has someone watching you, they'll have to keep their distance now."

Zhao Fusheng clicked his tongue in amazement. Truly a formidable department.

"This case is very important to me. So, can you be sure that Mr. Li will come?" Cao Jianguo asked slowly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was momentarily stunned, then laughed.

He wasn't surprised by Cao Jianguo's words. In this society, few people could succeed solely through their own efforts to rise up. Not that no one could, but relatively few.

Most people remained at the bottom of society. Those who truly rose were those whose families had maintained connections, or who were themselves from the middle or upper class.

Since the dawn of humanity, hierarchy has always existed—the difference is only whether it's obvious or put on the table.

Though Zhao Fusheng hadn't fared well in his previous life, he had experienced much and knew that details were crucial in dealing with people—they could even determine success or failure.

Some people unknowingly incur grudges, and at a critical moment, someone might stab you in the back. Though it might seem trivial, it could ruin your plans. And you might not even know why—perhaps because you once made them unhappy.

Moreover, with someone as powerful as Cao Jianguo, Zhao Fusheng certainly wouldn't offend him unless necessary.

"I think there shouldn't be a problem," Zhao Fusheng said frankly. "I've already thrown over ten million US dollars at him. If he can still be indifferent, then I'd say he simply doesn't care about money."

He laughed. "Do you think he really doesn't care about money?"

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, Cao Jianguo smiled. Though he had never met Mr. Li, he had studied him for years. Since joining the Narcotics Control Bureau, he had been in charge of this case and knew Mr. Li's information thoroughly.

"Li Ruhai appears righteous, but in reality, he's ruthless and stops at nothing to achieve his goals. This is evident from how he mercilessly eliminated Tong Zhenbang and others," Cao Jianguo said slowly to Zhao Fusheng.

Only then did Zhao Fusheng learn that Mr. Li's full name was Li Ruhai.

"Alright then, we'll proceed as planned," Zhao Fusheng said after thinking it over.

According to the original plan, Zhao Fusheng was to meet Li Ruhai, and only after the other party transferred all funds into Future Investment would the police make their move.

Cao Jianguo nodded. "You need to be careful. I always feel that old fox has other plans."

Though he had never met Li Ruhai, he had to admit they had clashed indirectly many times, and he knew the old fox inside out.

It's often said that your enemy knows you best. That saying held some truth.

"Whatever his plans, I'll just collect the money. Catching him is your job," Zhao Fusheng said with a casual laugh.

That was exactly what he thought. In his view, no matter how cunning Li Ruhai was, if he wanted to launder his money, he had to fall into the trap.

Whether they could catch him was the police's problem.

Zhao Fusheng didn't think Li Ruhai could easily escape in a place like the capital—that would be underestimating the Chinese police.

Cao Jianguo smiled noncommittally at Zhao Fusheng's words. Though he said nothing, he didn't think Zhao Fusheng was wrong. In fact, if not for fear that the illicit funds would disappear, they would have arrested Li Ruhai long ago. Despite the guy's constant hiding, in Cao Jianguo's eyes, dealing with someone like him wasn't that troublesome.

They talked for over half an hour, discussing the specific plan, before Cao Jianguo took his leave.

Before leaving, Cao Jianguo said to Zhao Fusheng, "Don't worry. Yuanfang called me earlier. This matter won't affect the Future Group."

Zhao Fusheng immediately understood that Cao Jianguo was still concerned about his relationship with the Xue family. After all, the capital was small, and some things couldn't be hidden.

"Thank you, Director Cao. Brother Yuanfang and I hit it off right away, and he's helped me a lot. Coincidentally, some of his relatives wanted to do business, so we collaborated on a few projects," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

He didn't intend to hide his cooperative relationship with the Xue family. There was nothing to worry about, and letting Cao Jianguo know how close they were would benefit him.

Hiding things would only cause trouble and breed suspicion.

Zhao Fusheng never liked playing the fool to catch the wise. That kind of behavior only appeared in novels and TV shows. In real life, playing the fool was boring and stupid.

If you always acted like a pushover, you were no different from meat on a chopping block, just waiting to be bullied. If you revealed your background only after things happened, the losses were already taken, and the grudges were already formed.

Those who couldn't beat you would have already planted seeds of hatred. Even if they swallowed their anger for now, they would eventually seek revenge. Those with equal backgrounds would find themselves in a dilemma, likely leading to a fight to the death where both sides lose.

And if you ran into someone with a stronger background, they would only intensify their efforts.

Sure enough, hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Cao Jianguo nodded, said nothing more, and left.

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After seeing Cao Jianguo off, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and called Dong Chenxi, asking her to reply to Sun Qian that he agreed to meet Li Ruhai.

At noon, Fan Baobao and Fan Beibei came home. Fan Baobao was very happy because she had finally found a suitable kindergarten for her sister.

"Thanks to Old Jiang. Luckily, he had connections."

After praising Jiang Wen to Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao happily took Fan Beibei upstairs.

Zhao Fusheng didn't pay much attention to this. Old Jiang was a local, so he naturally had some connections.

Early the next morning, Zhao Fusheng went to the company, discussed with Dong Chenxi how to deal with Li Ruhai, and met with Zheng Yao to discuss the advertising alliance, promising to personally design the plan at the critical moment.

When he came home that evening, he saw Fan Baobao and Fan Beibei sitting on the sofa staring at each other. Fan Beibei had tear stains on her face. Clearly, the sisters had fought again!

"What's going on?"

Zhao Fusheng was puzzled. Everything seemed fine when he left in the morning. How did it come to this?

"Ask her!" Fan Baobao said irritably.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Beibei, who gazed back at him innocently, clearly not thinking she had done anything wrong.

"What exactly happened?" Helpless, Zhao Fusheng turned to Fan Baobao.

"She promised me this morning she'd go to school obediently. I dropped her off on my way to work. But when I picked her up in the afternoon, the kindergarten director told me not to bring her tomorrow." Fan Baobao gritted her teeth. "Do you know what our precious little girl did at kindergarten?"

"What did she do?" Zhao Fusheng was baffled. What could a six-year-old do?

"She was fine at first. But after the kids lined up, the first thing she said was, 'Mom and Dad don't want us anymore.' The whole class went crazy!" Fan Baobao fumed.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, his expression freezing.

But it wasn't over. Fan Baobao continued, "The teacher said our little troublemaker kept them busy all morning. At noon, the school prepared fruit and dessert to calm the kids down and let them nap. But after eating, Beibei suddenly said, 'Don't sleep, or we'll be sold to the mountains.' Then the whole class panicked, hugging each other and wailing!"

Zhao Fusheng was dumbfounded, staring at Fan Beibei. That move was pretty slick.

But clearly, he had underestimated his sister-in-law.

Fan Baobao went on, "Then when I picked her up in the evening, we were at the school gate, and she saw a bunch of kids in their parents' arms. She suddenly shouted, 'We have to come back tomorrow!' You know, someone actually burst into tears on the spot."

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help it—he burst out laughing.

Fan Beibei was just too hilarious.