Rebirth of the Rising Sun

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The girl's behavior made Feng Sizhe's mind move. It seemed that what he expected was right. The other party might really want to frame him. However, this girl gave him a good feeling, which made him have an illusion that if someone wanted to frame him, they shouldn't use such a woman. Wouldn't it be better to find someone who does this business or has experience in this field? Why must they find a virgin to serve him? Yes, although he hadn't seen the girl's face clearly yet, he could tell Feng Sizhe that she should be very beautiful and definitely had no experience of sex. Feng Sizhe had done research in his previous life to see if a person had this experience. Later, after hard work, he really had a comprehensive understanding of women. He really had a unique view on whether a woman was a virgin, and his analysis was quite accurate. This made him very proud of it for a while.

Feng Sizhe believed in his own feelings, but since this girl was still a virgin, it could only be said that the other party had invested a lot of money. Using such a girl to frame him also showed that he was still respected by others.

Feng Sizhe did not intend to expose him immediately, but wanted to see what the girl would do next, so he raised his eyelids to see what other tricks the other party had. When he raised his eyelids, he inadvertently saw a dark shadow outside the window. Although the dark shadow stood there motionless, Feng Sizhe still found him and recognized him, because this person was Chen Hu, the guard assigned to him by his grandfather Zhao Mingyuan.

Chen Hu suddenly appeared at the second-floor window. Feng Sizhe was shocked. He didn't realize that this guy was so capable. It seemed that he knew that he was drunk and was afraid of any mishap, so he jumped to the second floor to take a look. He didn't expect him to see this scene.

When Feng Sizhe saw Chen Hu in the dark, he felt relieved for no reason and thought to himself, "Well, no matter if I am drunk or not, it is not that easy for anyone to do something bad to me. At least it will be difficult to get past Chen Hu." Thinking of this, Feng Sizhe closed his eyes with peace of mind. Anyway, Chen Hu would come running over at the first time if there was any problem, so why should he worry so much.

It didn't take long for the girl to take off Feng Sizhe's coat and trousers, and put the clothes aside. After that, I thought she was going to start the next more exciting action, but she actually reached out to help Feng Sizhe cover the quilt. Feng Sizhe saw this scene out of the corner of his eye and was very puzzled. Could this girl be thinking of framing him without any investment?

"Where's Xiaolan? Why is she gone?" A voice that seemed to be looking for someone came from outside the corridor. Feng Sizhe was concentrating on the girl and didn't pay attention to what was being said, but the girl was really startled when she heard the noise. She quickly patted her chest with her hands, then took out an envelope and put it under Feng Sizhe's pillow. Her slender fingers passed in front of Feng Sizhe's nose, and a faint fragrance came out, which made Feng Sizhe feel a little intoxicated. Then the girl suddenly walked out unexpectedly. When she left, she was just like when she came in, quietly opened the door and walked out. It can be said that from the beginning when she came in to the end when she left, she was so cautious. If Feng Sizhe was really drunk, he would not know that someone would come in and go out while he was sleeping.

After making sure that the girl had finally left, Feng Sizhe jumped up from the bed. His first action was to reach under the pillow. He just felt that the girl had put something like an envelope under the pillow. Presumably this was the reason why she came to see him secretly.

The envelope was not sealed, so Feng Sizhe could easily open the two pages of paper inside. He gently turned on the bedside lamp, and a letter that looked like it was written in red pen but was actually written in blood appeared in front of him.

This is a letter of appeal for injustice, which is equivalent to the ancient practice of stopping the imperial envoy to file a complaint. The content is about a young man named Wang Fanghua who was framed and imprisoned. There are not many specific words in the letter, only that there is a young man named Wang Fanghua, 23 years old, who was wrongly imprisoned in the county detention center because he offended Qi Hengsan, the deputy county magistrate of Dahu County. I hope Feng Sizhe can be a great judge and help this young man get justice.

The appearance of the blood letter proves that the writer considered this matter a huge injustice, otherwise he would not have resorted to such means. However, it seems that the writer does not trust him very much, otherwise he would not have failed to introduce the specific details in the letter. It can only mean one thing, that is, he did not give the other party complete trust, but the other party just heard that he was coming and placed a glimmer of hope on him.

The Honest Lord? Feng Sizhe was not interested in this term. If the legal system was sound and everyone could be supervised effectively, there would be no such person as the Honest Lord. The existence of such a person could only mean that some people were unconventional and fought against many people or even many forces with their own strength and finally won. But could he be that unconventional person?

Feng Sizhe shook his head. It was not that he could not do it, but that he could not do it. Although Feng Sizhe would never go along with some lawless people as an official, he also knew that if the water is too clear, there will be no fish. There are all kinds of rules hidden everywhere in this society. There are unspoken rules in different industries, the entertainment industry has its own unspoken rules, the business world has its own unspoken rules, and the officialdom has its own unspoken rules. Before knowing the ins and outs of the matter, before knowing what kind of influence this matter would bring to him, and even before knowing what Wang Fanghua was like, Feng Sizhe would certainly not just rely on this blood letter. What if someone set a trap for him? In fact, Wang Fanghua committed a crime?

Feng Sizhe will not go along with most officials. He knows that just like there are different levels of people, rich and poor. Similarly, where there are officials, there are also different types, that is, clean and corrupt. In Feng Sizhe's mind, he can appropriately allow officials to take some small advantages, but there is a prerequisite that you can really do something for the people. Instead of occupying the toilet without taking a shit, or taking money but not doing the right thing, he can't allow such people. Everything should be eased rather than blocked. Feng Sizhe hopes to find more officials who are willing to do things for the people and work with them, instead of killing a corrupt official and not letting him go. If so, he is afraid that he will be exhausted to death by this matter all his life, and there may not be any good results in the end.

He stood up from the bed, walked to the window, stretched out his hand to open the window, and said, "Chen Hu, I'll give this to you. Go and investigate this matter." He then handed the envelope out through the window.

Chen Hu stretched out his hands to receive it, nodded respectfully, and then jumped from the second floor to the ground. Since Feng Sizhe was not really drunk, there was no need for him to stay here. Everyone has privacy, and Feng Sizhe is no exception. Chen Hu doesn't want to watch him 24 hours a day and not give him any space. If he gets angry, I'm afraid Chen Hu won't know how to explain it.

After everyone left, Feng Sizhe simply reviewed what he had seen and heard today, and formed a preliminary impression of the situation in Dahu County. He knew that pretending to be drunk tonight should have a good effect. He was a young man, and being a little reckless was in line with his age. He believed that after what happened tonight, no one would pay too much attention to him, and might not even think of winning him over. This was the best. Feng Sizhe enjoyed a quiet time, and could also use this initial time to get a good understanding of the economic situation in Dahu County. He came here to help Dahu County get rid of poverty and move towards prosperity as soon as possible. No matter what, this goal could not be changed.

Hiding on the bed, Feng Sizhe breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to have a good rest and greet a beautiful and new tomorrow.