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Chapter 220 - 220 220 The Story I Had to Tell with My Cousin

220: Chapter 220: The Story I Had to Tell with My Cousin 220: Chapter 220: The Story I Had to Tell with My Cousin On the other side, Bai Heng waited anxiously for the phone call, finally letting out a sigh of relief when his grandfather called.

Returning to the living room, Bai Heng’s complexion was much calmer than before.

“The top brass has agreed.

They will clear out a batch of corrupt officials and greenlight your project.

You’re allowed to form your own construction team, and they’ll directly solve the qualification issues.

There are just two problems,”

“Which two?” Zhao Guang’s heart surged with joy; everything had fallen into place at once.

He had originally thought that the higher-ups would simply get rid of a few bad apples to stabilize the situation, but now they had even permitted the formation of a construction team.

“The first issue is about quality.

Although they can grant you the qualifications, there are concerns regarding the quality.”

“Don’t worry, both the roads and bridges are for our own use.

How could we possibly neglect quality?

And as you know, I don’t care about money.”

Indeed, not caring was key.

The most crucial point was that the newly formed construction team had to start from scratch with all the rules.

As long as Liu Jiayin managed things well, there was basically no worry about shoddy work or skimping on materials.

There were indeed many tricks of the trade, but there were also plenty who were experts.

“The second problem is about toll collection.”

Zhao Guang waved his hand dismissively, “I won’t charge tolls, but I will leave the road maintenance to the authorities.

Of course, they can also take ownership of these roads, but I hope they won’t charge tolls either.”

This was a favor to the authorities, who would acquire numerous bridges and roads without spending a penny.

Even though Zhao Guang was using these himself, the province had a much larger population than just his company.

Whether it was for improving the image or solving local issues, it had a significant impact.

The most critical aspect was that Zhao Guang was spending so much without seeking any returns, which was practically saint-like.

Liu Ying, who had not held Zhao Guang in high regard, now felt admiration for him.

He himself definitely couldn’t have done the same; even if he could afford it, it just wouldn’t be possible.

“So we just have the final hurdle to clear, and we need time for that.

To deal with the corrupt local officials, we still need evidence,” said Bai Heng with a spread of his hands; this sort of thing was difficult to handle without evidence.

Although investigating would almost certainly reveal the guilty parties, investigation itself required time.

Zhao Guang smiled, “I have the evidence.

Don’t forget, my people are responsible for the construction in your province, and there’s evidence all over the place.

As for witness testimonies, they are also readily available.”

“Then next is our cooperation,” Bai Heng raised his cup and took a big gulp, followed by a twist in his expression.

What is this stuff?

Why is it so bitter?

This is coffee, right?

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was overly strong bitter tea.

“Haha, I’ve needed coffee to stay alert recently, so the flavor is a bit stronger.

I thought you’d have a similar taste to mine,” Zhao Guang raised his cup and took a drink as well, forcing a smile despite the urge to grimace.

He had intended to tease Bai Heng, but ended up inconveniencing himself as well.

The two men exchanged a look and put their cups down.

“So, about Da Manjin…”

“I will restore Da Manjin.

It won’t be the same as before, but obtaining more shares is out of the question.”

“I know, I know.” Knowing that Zhao Guang could provide a vast amount of gold, he wouldn’t dare to ask for more shares.

He had also come to understand why the top brass held so many shares, even willing to take direct action.

Now he felt that even holding onto his own 5% share was burning his hands.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Guo family, which owned even more and was not involved in the core operations, he would have liked to hand over his shares immediately.

Too much gold was not just a hot potato; it was far more complicated than that.

“Then we’ll cooperate happily,” the two conversed as if chatting about everyday matters.

However, as they spoke, Liu Ying started shifting uncomfortably.

Bai Heng too began to feel something was wrong with his body.

“Uhm, I have some things to take care of today, so I’ll be leaving first,” Bai Heng said, feeling more and more uncomfortable on his back, and hastily excused himself.

Zhao Guang, of course, knew what was going on since he was behind it.

“Alright, hurry back then.”

Being crossed, even though everything had now been resolved, a necessary punishment was still in order.

Originally he thought to use the Vengeful Spirit Curse, but decided against it as it could be too dangerous.

Bai Heng looked decent enough, but who knew if this guy hadn’t committed too many evils.

However, while a major punishment could be forgone, a minor one was necessary.

When the two had first arrived, Zhao Guang had already sent his mosquitoes over.

Upon returning to his place, Bai Heng saw Liu Ying suddenly stripping off his clothes, appearing very frantic.

The people around were baffled; so this was the relationship between them?

“What are you doing, stripping as soon as you get back?” Bai Heng wanted to do the same, but dared not.

If they both acted this way, who knows what kind of gossip would spread?

If his fiancée found out about it, his family would be turned upside down.

“I’m dying of itchiness,” said Liu Ying.

“Control yourself; you’re a man.

If you can’t do it, I’ll give you a kick.”

“What?

No, I mean my back, it’s itching me to death.”

Bai Heng looked back to see neat rows of welts on Liu Ying’s back, resembling a checkered board.

“Saying that, could my back be the same too?”

Bai Heng was about to strip but instead quickly called some people in, both men and women, to avoid complications if word got out.

“Can you check if I also have mosquito bites on my back?”

They looked and then nodded, “Yes, twenty of them.” Neatly arranged, they looked almost intentional—so if someone said that was not Zhao Guang’s doing, it would beggar belief.

“I’ve counted as well, and it’s forty on my end,” said someone referring to Liu Ying’s back.

No wonder Liu Ying was more uncomfortable than himself, not because he was less enduring, but because the number was double.

Thinking back, Liu Ying had been in a far worse mood upon arrival.

“Brother Heng, this is definitely Zhao Guang’s doing.

I’m going to sort him out,” exclaimed Liu Ying.

“Come back here.

What will you say when you get there, and what evidence do you have to prove it?” Bai Heng urged, not wanting to spoil the relationship they’d just managed to mend.

Besides, Zhao Guang’s action indicated that the past issues were settled.

It’s just a few mosquito bites, after all; they’d heal in a few days.

He just didn’t know how Zhao Guang had managed it.

“So what do we do now?

I’m dying of discomfort here.

Come scratch my back for me,” pleaded Liu Ying.

Bai Heng wished for a scratch too, but he was worried that scratching would only make it itchier.

“Let’s go to the hospital.

Mosquitoes carry a lot of bacteria and viruses.

I don’t want to catch a disease.”

After a pause, Bai Heng added, “Also, let’s keep this quiet.” He didn’t want to hear the stories that might spread through Beijing about Bai Heng and his cousin in a few days.