RNP Chapter 1087 Li Jianjun said nothing
Chapter 1087 Li Jianjun said nothing
"Can't stand hardship?" Zhang Li sneered, his eyes almost overflowing with disappointment. "When you took the forged documents to sign the contract with your partner, did you not think about the consequences? When you accepted that bribe, did you not think about how hard it would be to eat in prison? Now you're scared? Too late! All the mistakes you made are on full display, and the investigators have a chain of evidence. I really can't save you."
Seeing his father's resolute expression, Li Jianjun felt a surge of anger rise within him. He knew Zhang Li's weakness—the "business" he'd done with Zhang Li over the years, the shady transaction records, the money hidden in overseas accounts—he had copies of them all. This was his last bargaining chip, his only way out. He gritted his teeth, his voice fierce: "Dad, I can't stand suffering. You've watched me grow up; you know me better than anyone. If I really go crazy in there…"
Zhang Li's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood what the guy meant—this kid was going to fight to the death! If he were to expose those things, even if he managed to save his fortune, he would be ruined and might even end up in jail with him. He stared intently at Li Jianjun, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, his tone ruthless: "Fine, you've grown wings and learned to threaten me like this? Then don't blame me for being ruthless."
Li Jianjun, with his neck stiff and a do-or-die attitude, said, "Dad, you decide what to do. I can still hold back now, but if I really go to the detention center and stay there for a long time, who knows what I might say? If I act impulsively, I won't be able to control myself anymore."
Zhang Li's face turned pale and then flushed, as if he had been slapped hard several times. He took a deep breath and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Remember this, you know how many people are behind you. If you dare to talk nonsense, even if I want to protect you, some people won't let you leave alive, understand?"
Li Jianjun's heart skipped a beat—he knew who his father meant by "some people"—those people with blood on their hands, ruthless and vicious; if a fight broke out, he wouldn't even have any bones left. But now, he could only grit his teeth and nod, saying nothing more, though a hint of panic flickered in his eyes.
Just then, the office door was hurriedly pushed open, and Director Wang of the Public Security Bureau strode in, his face showing urgency. He leaned close to Zhang Li's ear and whispered, "Mr. Zhang, the inspection team sent from above has arrived downstairs. They are led by Secretary Liu of the Discipline Inspection Commission. They say they want to find Li Jianjun to understand the situation. You should leave for a while. After all, if they find you here, it will be difficult to explain."
Zhang Li took a deep breath and gave Li Jianjun one last look, his eyes as cold as a poisoned knife: "Remember what I just said. Think carefully about what you should and shouldn't say. Some people are not to be trifled with. They won't waste their breath on you like I do."
Li Jianjun felt uneasy, but he forced himself to remain calm and forced a smile: "Dad, don't worry."
Zhang Li ignored him and turned to follow Director Wang as they walked away quickly, their leather shoes making a rapid thud on the floor, as if a flood was chasing them.
Watching his disappearing figure, Li Jianjun felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and a chill ran through him. He knew that his only way to survive was to grit his teeth and say nothing—otherwise, those lurking in the shadows would truly make him disappear completely.
After seeing Zhang Li off, Director Wang gave a wink to two uniformed officers beside him. The two immediately stepped forward, each grabbing one of Li Jianjun's arms and carrying him out. He was led to a secluded room in the backyard of the Public Security Bureau. As soon as the door opened, a musty smell hit them. The room was bare, containing only a few peeling wooden stools and a mottled table. There wasn't even a decent lamp; only a dim light bulb hung overhead, barely illuminating a face but casting long, eerie shadows.
Although Li Jianjun hadn't experienced much hardship, he had spent a few years in the underworld and knew that such places were designed to grind people down—the relentless interrogations and monotonous environment could slowly break a person's will. He had to hold on and not show any weakness. After all, the people above were shrewd, and a slight misstep could lead to being tricked into revealing information, leaving him no clue how he would die.
He hadn't been sitting on the stool long when he started to feel uncomfortable. Sweat clung to his shirt on his back, making him itchy and restless. Just as he was about to lose his patience, the door creaked open, and three men in Zhongshan suits entered. The middle-aged man at the head of the group had a composed demeanor and sharp eyes; he was clearly a high-ranking leader. They sat down across the table, their gazes fixed on Li Jianjun with a scrutinizing, oppressive intensity, as if examining evidence awaiting investigation.
Li Jianjun's heart leaped into his throat, and his hands instinctively clenched the seams of his trousers, but he still tried to remain calm—he knew that at this moment he could only play dumb and not say anything, otherwise not only would he not survive, but he might also implicate more people.
The top leader spoke first, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Li Jianjun, we have obtained some evidence, including bank statements showing your embezzlement of project funds and handwriting analysis of forged documents. If you confess now, you can still seek leniency. Tell me, what other shady deals did you and Zhang Li have?"
Li Jianjun stiffened his neck, his eyes darting away, avoiding direct eye contact, but his tone was as hard as a rock: "I don't know anything! If you have evidence, go and investigate yourselves, don't frame me here! I'm just an ordinary businessman, doing some small business, what law have I broken?"
The senior leader frowned slightly, his knuckles tapping lightly on the smooth tabletop, producing a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound. A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. According to the previous investigation files, Li Jianjun was a spoiled brat, a good-for-nothing who acted arrogantly and domineeringly, relying on his father's influence at work. In reality, he was cowardly, easily intimidated, and would easily falter at the slightest intimidation. He had expected that a little pressure today would make Li Jianjun run for his life and reveal everything, but unexpectedly, he was now holding his head high, chin held high, his eyes revealing an inexplicable hardness, as if he had suddenly gained some incredible support, his arrogance was abnormal.
He subtly turned his head and exchanged a glance with the colleague next to him who was taking notes. The colleague paused, nodded slightly, and both of them saw understanding in each other's eyes—there was definitely something fishy going on behind the scenes; someone was probably giving him confidence from the shadows, perhaps a relative or old acquaintance had vouched for him. It seemed that conventional questioning methods wouldn't work; they needed to try a different approach.