Chapter 863: The Flower-Faced One's Hidden Dirt
Chapter 863: The Flower-Faced One's Hidden Dirt
After noon, a travel car drove to the villa, and Han Cheng got out and quickly walked into the living room. He peered in and saw Nurse Ling tidying up, probably having just finished lunch not long ago.
Based on his experience, this was the time when General Han Kang would take a short nap.
He walked in and asked, "Nurse Ling, where are my two cousins staying?"
Nurse Ling called out, "Young Master," and then said, "The older cousin, Chen Chuan, is staying in the guest room on the second floor, and the younger cousin is in the room next to him."
Just as they were talking, a voice came from upstairs.
"You know how to come back?"
Han Cheng looked up and saw Aunt Yu Jie walking down the stairs. He quickly smiled and walked over, saying, "Mom, don't I still have a lot of work to do?"
Aunt Yu Jie grabbed his ear and said, "So busy, busy, that you don't even come home for the New Year?"
Han Cheng sighed and said, "Mom, please, you said my aunt and cousins are here, give me some face."
Aunt Yu Jie said impatiently, "Do you even care about giving me face? Let me tell you, your cousins are much more successful than you, especially Little Chuan. He's now a high-ranking official in the Central City of Jinbei Province."
"Oh? A high official?" Han Cheng's eyes lit up with interest. "How high-ranking? Which department? What position?"
Aunt Yu Jie looked at him suspiciously, "What are you up to now?"
"I'm not up to anything. I'm just meeting my cousins, right? We've never met before, so it's normal for me to be concerned about them."
Aunt Yu Jie said earnestly, "Son, let me tell you, this cousin is different. You can't use your usual tricks on him."
Han Cheng nodded repeatedly, "I know, I know."
"You don't know, let me tell you..."
Just as they were talking, General Han Kang's voice came from upstairs, "Nurse Ling, please bring up the newspaper I just put downstairs."
Nurse Ling responded from upstairs.
Han Cheng was startled and said in a low voice, "Mom, don't tell Dad that I'm back yet." As he said this, he handed a small package to Aunt Yu Jie.
"Mom, this is the skincare product I bought especially for you. I'll go upstairs first." Han Cheng quickly ran up the other staircase.
Aunt Yu Jie watched him run off and scolded him, "This kid." She thought for a moment and still felt uneasy. She took the newspaper from Nurse Ling and said, "I'll bring it up."
Han Cheng went to the second floor, walked to the end of the hallway, and saw that the guest room door was open. He peered in and saw two young men sitting in the living room, with two cups of tea on the table, and the sunlight shining in just right. They seemed to be talking about something.
He recognized one of them as Nian Qian, who had visited a few years ago. Nian Qian's appearance hadn't changed much, except that he looked a bit more robust and tanned. As for the other one...
He glanced at him, and the other person was also looking back. For some reason, when their eyes met, Han Cheng felt a bit uneasy. He had originally planned to approach them and strike up a conversation, but now he was frozen in place.
He coughed, smoothed his hair, and tried to hide his uneasiness. Smiling, he showed his straight white teeth and waved his hand at the two of them, saying, "Happy New Year, cousins. I'm your cousin, Han Cheng."
Chen Chuan sized him up and estimated that his older cousin was twenty-eight years old, but he looked even younger. He was dressed in a well-known brand's formal wear, and it was obvious that he had noticeable implants on his face and the back of his hands, but they were more for show than practical use.
Chen Chuan could tell at a glance that if he didn't care about hygiene, any random implant artist on the street could remove them for him. However, for ordinary lower-class people, it was indeed intimidating enough.
Chen Chuan and Nian Qian greeted Han Cheng, who was quite casual. He walked in, pulled out a chair, and sat down in front of them. He told them to treat the place like their own home and that if they needed anything or had any requests, they could just ask him. As their cousin, he would definitely help if he could.
Chen Chuan could sense that Han Cheng's words were not just polite, but surprisingly sincere, indicating that he genuinely meant what he said.
At this moment, Nian Qian said, "I heard from Uncle that you're in business now. What kind of business is it?"
"My business, according to Dad, is not something to be proud of. But I don't think so. How should I put it..."
Han Cheng tapped his palm with his sunglasses and said, "The people in the Central City, they need some prohibited drugs, but the annual quota for these drugs is limited. What I do is arrange for people to smuggle these drugs into the city and sell them on the black market, meeting the needs of those people."
Nian Qian looked at him and said, "Cousin, you're quite bold to be in the business of prohibited goods."
Han Cheng waved his hand and said, "What's prohibited? It's just a monopoly business for a group of people. I'm just picking up the scraps they leave behind. Is that too much?"
Nian Qian said, "Cousin, aren't you afraid that those people will cause trouble for you?"
"Hey, there are many people in this business. One more or less doesn't matter. They can eat, and so can I. This is just my foot in the door. Once I expand my connections and resources, I can get into bigger business."
"Bigger business? How big? Selling weapons?"
"Selling weapons... actually, yes, but..." Han Cheng leaned forward, "Old Man is an upright person. There are people in the military who are in this business. Do you know who Old Man's superior is? It's White Commander, and his expenses are huge.
They invited Old Man to join them, but he pretended not to understand, and their relationship became distant."
Han Cheng leaned back and spread his hands, "Because he didn't join them, they don't consider him one of their own.
Year Qian frowned in confusion, "There aren't any major wars in the country, who would buy military supplies? Are we selling them abroad?"
"Whoever needs them, of course. There are buyers abroad, but the military deployment here can't get much. Does it mean we can't sell them without a war in the country?"
Han Cheng tapped the table with his sunglasses, "You know about the resistance organization, right?"
Chen Chuan's gaze flickered.
Year Qian's expression immediately turned serious, "The resistance organization?"
"Don't be so surprised, it's not a secret. For those people above, the little they get from the top is barely enough. What problems could there be?" Han Cheng said, giving him a knowing look, "Get it?"
Year Qian furrowed his brows, remaining silent.
Chen Chuan recalled the white chief of staff who had come to pick him up yesterday, along with the handsome staff officer. He seemed to be deep in thought.
"A person has to live for themselves. The old man has worked hard for half his life and gained nothing. Look at others, living the good life, with children studying at elite academies. They have the most advanced domestic and foreign technology implants, and they only need to be affiliated with a company, do nothing, and enjoy a life of leisure."
Han Cheng said, "As for me, I don't have such good luck. I can only go out and fight for myself. But I don't blame the old man. I've seen the common people at the bottom, and I'm already better off than ninety-nine percent of them. I'll take what the old man gives me, and if he doesn't give me something, I'll find a way to earn it myself."
Chen Chuan asked, "Has anyone approached you, cousin?"
"Of course, they wanted to drag me into it," Han Cheng said, "But what am I to them? They're only targeting the old man.
The old man may be a bit old-fashioned, but we have to listen to some of his words. Good things don't fall from the sky. If they do, it's because they want to get more from you.
I don't want to get involved in their business. What if I don't even get a few bones and end up being used as cannon fodder, dragging my family down with me? Is it worth it for me?"
Chen Chuan nodded slightly, thinking that this cousin might seem a bit eccentric, but he was actually quite clear-headed. He might make some minor mistakes, but he would never touch anything major.
Year Qian spoke up, "Cousin, it seems you're afraid too."
"Hey, I'm a small-time businessman with a small heart. Even if things don't work out, I can always back out. How about it? I just started this business, are you interested in investing?"
Han Cheng turned to Chen Chuan, "Cousin, are you in Jinbei Province? My business hasn't reached there yet, but if you have any difficult matters to handle, you can send them here."
Chen Chuan smiled and said, "Cousin, is there something you want to tell me?"
"Oh, I see," Han Cheng rubbed his hands awkwardly, "I just organized a team and wanted to transport some goods into the city. With the previous curfew, they were detained due to identity issues.
So I was thinking, since you're from Jinbei Province, and Auntie said you're a high-ranking official, could you arrange for them to have Jinbei Province identities? That way, we can get them out. Don't worry, I understand the rules, and I won't shortchange you afterward."
Chen Chuan asked, "How long has it been?"
"Just this morning."
Chen Chuan calmly replied, "You don't need to intervene, cousin. Just make another call, and they should have been released by now."
Han Cheng was taken aback, "Oh, okay." He couldn't figure out where this cousin's confidence came from, but he instinctively felt he could trust him.
Still thinking about something, Han Cheng chatted for a while longer before leaving and immediately calling his people. The call connected almost as soon as he dialed.
An excited voice came from the other end, "Mr. Han, the checkpoint officers just released us."
"Released? You're out?" Han Cheng's voice rose slightly.
"Yes, we were released an hour ago. We've delivered the goods, and the client is very satisfied, especially since the city is on high alert today, with security personnel everywhere. Only we managed to get the goods through, thanks to you, Mr. Han..."
"Mmm..."
After ending the call, Han Cheng's expression turned serious. Something felt off. Judging from the conversation, the security personnel in the city had completely ignored his delivery team. This couldn't be because of his connections; even his father, Han Kang, didn't have that kind of influence.
Recalling what Chen Chuan had said earlier, he couldn't help but wonder, "Who exactly is this cousin of mine?"
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(End of Chapter)
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