lpffa Chapter 559 - 543: You’re Here to Replace Qian Huan?!!
Chapter 559 - 543: You’re Here to Replace Qian Huan?!!
Wang Xinfa frowned slightly, tapping his fingertips on the table:
"Forget it, we’ll find another way. They’re already dead. No need to bicker with Li Hanyu over two dead people."
His tone was calm, yet each word was as cold as ice,
"She’s not having it easy either."
If it weren’t for Li Hanyu’s strategic show of weakness dissolving Wang Xinfa’s anger, he wouldn’t have let it go so easily with his usual way of handling things.
Wang Xinfa managed to secure his position as a Member of Parliament due to his merciless nature when turning on allies.
It’s just that, in the maze of power, no one sitting at the top is simple, every action conceals manipulation and calculation of human nature.
The man nicknamed Maitreya Buddha, seeing Wang Xinfa’s attitude, immediately chimed in:
"Indeed, Madam Li is worried about her son, it’s understandable. You, Mr. Member of Parliament, are always merciful and generous. Hey, it’s just unclear when Qian Huan will wake up..."
The speaker spoke unintentionally, while the listener was attentive. Wang Xinfa’s pupils slightly narrowed.
"Do you think Qian Huan will wake up?" Wang Xinfa asked in a low voice.
Maitreya Buddha smiled benevolently:
"Of course. Qian Huan is blessed by the heavens. Besides, Li Hanyu will certainly take care of him meticulously, so Qian Huan will wake up sooner or later."
Wang Xinfa shook his head and sighed:
"The hospital doesn’t dare to tell Li Hanyu the truth. In fact, it’s a miracle Qian Huan is still alive. His chance of waking up is less than 1%."
The expression on Maitreya Buddha’s face turned sympathetic:
"As I understand, isn’t Qian Huan still a natural human? Why not take this opportunity for a transformation implant?"
Wang Xinfa gestured to interrupt:
"He’s critically injured and dying. The probability of dying on the operating table is over 80%. Li Hanyu has just this one son; she won’t take that risk. Even if surgery is needed, it’ll have to wait at least a year or two, until Qian Huan’s body has mostly repaired itself."
A year or two, Qian Huan can afford to wait, Li Hanyu can afford to wait, but Wang Xinfa cannot afford to wait, and neither can President Lu of Bright Group.
Maitreya Buddha kept silent, only a long sigh escaped him.
Wang Xinfa turned around, his gaze crossing the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dazzling scenery of Upper City. The brilliant light shining on his face bathed half of it in brightness.
He also sighed, then said meaningfully:
"Second Prison is one wave after another, an eventful time. I need someone to replace Qian Huan and take over Second Prison for me."
The office fell into a subtle silence.
Maitreya Buddha unusually did not immediately respond, his chubby face still wore the typical smile.
In those years within the Hidden Sect of Zone 9, he had overseen parts of the pioneering and development, wielding real power, unrestrained, succeeding effortlessly and delightfully.
Suddenly, without warning, Wang Xinfa urgently summoned him back with a paper order. He felt somewhat resentful inside.
However, after seeing the "Octagonal Cage Beast Fighting Plan," his slight resentment evaporated.
The blueprint depicted in that plan was too tempting; he was deeply moved and couldn’t wait to exert his abilities.
He didn’t immediately respond, as he didn’t want to appear too eager, inconsistent with his usual persona. On the other hand, he desired to show some poise, hoping to gain more promises and support from Wang Xinfa.
It’s like when the boss assigns a task; no matter how capable you are, you shouldn’t agree immediately. Instead, showcase difficulty or hesitation to get more rewards after the task is accomplished.
Wang Xinfa noticed Du Changle’s hesitation to speak, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He turned around, gently tapping the edge of the mahogany desk, producing a dull "knock, knock" sound.
"Changle, how many years have you been with me?"
The man with the Maitreya Buddha-like build was called Du Changle, a man with a name and appearance devoid of aggression.
Du Changle slightly bowed, his hands naturally folded over his round belly, his posture humble to the point of devotion:
"In response to the Member of Parliament, ever since I joined the Executive Government, I have been under your appreciation and promotion, entrusted with important tasks.
Carefully calculating, I transfer to a new department approximately every four years, and to this day, I’ve rotated through five departments, a total of twenty-one years and four months."
Wang Xinfa let out a cold snort, his eyes behind the glasses narrowing slightly:
"What, any grievances? Too comfortable in Hidden Sect, don’t want to come out and change departments?"
Upon hearing this, Du Changle’s face instantly changed, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, sparkling under the light.
He hurriedly gestured, resembling a startled, plump quail, his voice carrying a hint of panic:
"Mr. Member of Parliament, you know me best; I have always been ambitionless, content with my lot.
I am merely a cog in your machinery, wherever you need me, I go. In over twenty years, have I ever uttered a word of complaint? I just..."
His voice gradually lowered to a stop, a look of hesitation on his face.
Wang Xinfa’s expression slightly softened, his tone also grew warmer:
"Don’t be so hesitant, speak up if you have something to say."
Du Changle bit his lip, carefully choosing his words, and cautiously said:
"Firstly, I have never worked in the prison system before.
The ’Octagonal Cage’ plan is indeed too massive and complex, and I truly lack confidence. I really worry about my inadequate capability, fearing to fail the tasks you assign..."
Wang Xinfa interrupted:
"No need, I have complete confidence in your capabilities. In the past 20 years, across any department you’ve been assigned, you quickly adjusted and performed outstandingly."
His gaze fell on the map of Zone 9 hanging on the office wall. On the map, red pins marked every department Du Changle had served.
From the initial Municipal Sanitation Department, then to the Urban Planning Bureau, and then to the Special Operations Department of the Hidden Sect.
Beside each red pin, there was a small report card recording the achievements Du Changle made there.
Following Wang Xinfa’s gaze, a subtle and imperceptible pride appeared on Du Changle’s round face, but he quickly reverted to his humble demeanor and said:
"The Member of Parliament exaggerates. I merely acted according to your instructions."
Wang Xinfa said with satisfaction:
"This time, just like before, you will go to Second Prison and follow my every command, I believe you will do well."
Du Changle paused, a hint more confidence appearing on his face, then said with some determination:
"Mr. Member of Parliament, I’m willing of course. The preliminary preparations for the ’Octagonal Cage’ plan are almost complete, and all this is thanks to Qian Huan’s efforts. Now that he’s in a coma, you want me to replace his position.
I’m afraid Li Hanyu might feel slight resentment, after all she is your...."
Before finishing, he wisely stopped speaking.
A subtle change came over Wang Xinfa’s face as he looked deeply at Du Changle and said:
"It’s fine. Li Hanyu is a smart woman. With Qian Huan now floating in a tank, she should understand that a replacement is inevitable.
Besides, with those two Prison Chiefs dead, she has already vented her grievances. From now on, she should understand the bigger picture and know when to advance and retreat. She will heed my words and support you, so you need not worry excessively."
Du Changle’s face still held an expression of concern, but he finally nodded and said:
"I will follow your arrangement, Mr. Member of Parliament. However, you know me. I’ve always been congenial. Therefore, I will temporarily take Qian Huan’s position and, once he regains consciousness in a year or two, could you move me back to my original position?"
Du Changle deliberately emphasized the words "a year or two" with a nasal tone.
A cold gleam flickered in Wang Xinfa’s eyes as he looked deeply at Du Changle.
The office suddenly fell silent, leaving only the ticking of the floor clock.
Beads of sweat formed on Du Changle’s forehead, yet he maintained a deferential posture, making it difficult to discern whether his words were sincere or insincere...