This morning, when the fierce tiger troops entered the city, He Jian was a police officer who was ordered to be responsible for maintaining order. As a result, the lively welcome scene, the enthusiastic and surging Changsha citizens, and the majestic and powerful Tiger Troops soldiers made He Jian have the idea of joining the Tiger Troops on the spot. But when he really walked to the gate of the Tiger Troops, he couldn't get in, looking at the heavily guarded troops department, his original confidence was full of himself, but he actually retreated, hesitating and shrinking in his heart. He was just a small police officer, how could he persuade the other party's general commander to employ him? So, he stood still for half a day at this corner without seeing any movement.

  The muzzles of five black holes were aimed at his head, and He Jian did not hesitate for a moment. He shouted loudly: "He Jian, Minister of Civil Affairs, requests to see General Wang."

  "What a loud mouth, but what he got in return was a beating from the guards. The guards beat him while scolding: 'You're courting death, you rascal! Don't you know what time it is? Making such a racket here, do you want us to take turns getting punished with you?'"

  Then the guards dragged He Jian, who had been beaten until his nose was blue and swollen, in front of Zhao Dongsheng. According to the rules, Zhao Dongsheng should have given He Jian a good beating or scolding and sent him away. But He Jian happened to have this luck, he and Zhao Dongsheng were from the same hometown, and they didn't live far apart, and they even had some interactions when they were young.

  After a few words of persuasion, Zhao Dongsheng, who was weighed down by the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, made an exception to agree to inform He Jian for him due to their shared hometown relationship. So he let him wait temporarily and also instructed the guards to bring this person a basin of hot water to wash his face.

  Wang Zhenyu had been sitting dryly on the stage for nearly an hour and still hadn't come up with a specific way to make trouble.

  Zhao Dongsheng walked in with a steady pace, and at this time, the two people Wang Zhenyu trusted most were his cousin Ma Xicheng and Zhao Dongsheng, who had endured twenty military sticks together. Although this person was a bit rough around the edges, he was loyal to himself, handled matters efficiently, never asked too many questions, and didn't speak out of turn.

  When Wang Zhenyu slept at night, he usually arranged for Ma Xicheng and Zhao Dongsheng to take turns on duty. The two men were still different in many details, such as Ma Xicheng who would never walk in with big strides like Zhao Dongsheng, his footsteps were generally light, and he would knock on the door before entering to remind him, always keeping a safe distance from Wang Zhenyu. Zhao Dongsheng was different, this man was a bit dull, not so particular about things. However, he was closer to Wang Zhenyu, not only did he not make Wang Zhenyu feel unsafe, but also made him feel very secure.

  "What key? Are you saying that a small detective named He Jian wants to see me?" Wang Zhenyu was a bit stunned, could it be the later Hunan King He Jian? Had his own personality suddenly burst out and his aura leaked out?

  Logically, Zhao Dongsheng's move would have been met with a scolding from Wang Zhenyu if it were anyone else or in normal circumstances. As the commander of the People's Army, he was not someone to be easily seen by some minor official. However, at this moment, Wang Zhenyu was preoccupied and also very interested in He Jian, the famous "Hunan King" of later generations, so he nodded slightly and allowed Zhao Dongsheng to enter.

  He hadn't expected the great General Wang to actually see him, and he was even a little nervous, so much so that he couldn't decide which leg to step out with first, let alone remember the responses he had prepared in advance. In the end, he could only lightly pat the dust off his pants and muster up the courage to follow Zhao Dongsheng into the main hall.

  Wang Zhenyu did not get up, he looked at He Jian who was standing in front of him with some tension, the most intuitive impression is that this person's face is long enough, mouth wide enough, ears big enough, oh my, whether it meets the standard of a lucky face in later generations is hard to say, but the mouth is big and protruding, which conforms to the principle of extraordinary appearance. However, Wang Zhenyu just took a glance, and then slowly opened his mouth: "He Jian, what can you do for me?"

  Many years later, when He Jian was imprisoned and recalled the scene of his first meeting with Wang Zhenyu, he said that what made him remember most deeply was this sentence. He insisted that it was precisely this extremely overbearing sentence that planted an irresistible aura in his heart, and this aura made him feel a kind of inexplicable awe for Wang Zhenyu from start to finish.

  He Jian was taken aback, the scene was far from what he had imagined. But now he came to find his future, and he immediately adjusted his mindset, humbly bowing: "I can do anything for General, including things that are not decent, as long as General gives me a chance, He Mou will go through fire and water, without hesitation."

  Wang Zhenyu actually just casually asked, historically he didn't have much impression of what He Kexin could do, the only thing he remembered was that this kid killed Mao's wife and even sent people to dig up the ancestral grave of Mao's family, other than that there's no impression!

  I don't want to hear such a direct answer...

  Thinking about it, what I lack now is just such a role, to handle things that can't be seen in the light for myself. This requires not only meticulous thinking but also being ruthless and vicious enough. Masicheng has the former, but the latter doesn't fit his character.

  Wang Zhenyu felt like he had picked up a treasure and gestured for He Jian to sit down and chat.

  "What's wrong, General? I've indeed encountered a bit of trouble lately..."

  One should not speak too clearly, superiors need to leave some space for subordinates to guess and ponder.

  What a clever guy, Wang Zhenyu just nodded a few times and immediately understood. It seems that this boss is not as glorious as he looks, but behind his back, he is also worried. However, if it weren't for this, how would one have the opportunity to show off their skills and gain recognition? An employee who helps the boss solve problems is a good employee after all.

  And Wang Zhenyu had a peculiar feeling about He Jian, he thought that with this person around, some thorny issues should be able to be resolved: "He Jian, I need a suitable opportunity now, one that can showcase my strength while also avoiding too much commotion. Can you give it to me?"

  "General, I have an idea. He Jian only thought for a moment before continuing: "Among the five divisions in Changsha City, Mei Xing was the mastermind behind the assassination of former Governor Jiao Dafeng and Deputy Governor Chen Zuoning. In terms of popularity, he is the worst among all the military leaders in Changsha City. If we really want to make a move, it's best to start with him. I estimate that the reactions from other parties will be minimized. What do you think?"

  Wang Zhenyu was aware of this, and he had used it when entering the city today, but that was just a linguistic conflict, and the effect may not be obvious. As for Mei Xing, Wang Zhenyu might know more about him than He Jian, who was only a small detective. Among the five divisions in Changsha City, three of them were not on good terms with Mei Xing. If he really moved against Mei Xing, it's likely that not only would there be no intense backlash, but he could even gain support from all parties through his uncle Wang Longzhong's mediation. This He Jian seemed to have a few tricks up his sleeve after all.

  "Hmm, specifically, what did you say? How was it done?" Wang Zhenyu sat up straight and asked again.

  "General, I am inferior in position and shallow in learning. The overall direction is not clear to me, but the specific introductions are readily available." He Kui was very careful and already considered himself as a subordinate, with very cautious wording in his speech.

  Wang Zhenyu looked at He Jian: "What's the matter?"

  He Jian replied in a low voice: "The mutineers who killed Chen Zuyin, the governor of the 5th Division, are still serving in the division and have been promoted to officers. They often brag about their exploits in Changsha's wine houses, making it known to everyone. In my opinion, we might as well arrest and kill them first, to avenge Governor Chen's spirit and establish our righteous reputation. With Mei Xing's help, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

  Wang Zhenyu looked at He Jian for a moment, stood up, took two steps and shouted: "Come in!"

  Zhao Dongsheng, who had been waiting outside, immediately came in. The night wind blew for a while, and people calmed down. Zhao Dongsheng began to regret his actions of introducing the person, which was too rash. What if this old fellow from the same hometown offended the general? He would be in big trouble for introducing him. Just as he was feeling anxious, he heard the general's summons and immediately ran in.

  However, the general instead told him to call Maxi Cheng over. Then, in front of Maxi Cheng and Zhao Dongsheng, he appointed He Jian as a lieutenant intelligence consultant and prepaid 400 yuan for him. The specific matters to be handled would be mainly handled by He Jian, and Maxi Cheng was only responsible for overall coordination. Also, if manpower was needed, the personnel would be responsible for being drawn from Zhao Dongsheng's own guard team.

  He Qian often dreamed of becoming a military officer, and to his surprise, he actually became one, albeit just a small lieutenant intelligence staff officer, but compared to being a small police officer, he didn't know how much higher this was. He believed this was a good starting point.

  Watching He Jian and others leave, Wang Zhenyu suddenly felt his eyes getting sleepy, so he went to sleep naturally.

  Having gained an advantage, he naturally had to work hard to make up for it, and He Jian immediately took action.

  Changsha City East, Tian Tai Tea House, third floor, a seat by the wall corner, two young people were whispering something there.

  "Brother He, you want us to investigate these individuals, I'm familiar with most of them, but they're all officers from the Fifth Division. If we really take action against them, I'm afraid our brothers won't be able to continue operating in this territory." A man with a scar and acne on his face whispered to He Jian.

  This man is a small leader of a gang in Changsha, named Gong Peng, nicknamed Gong Mazzi. He is about half the age of He Jian. Due to their hometown relationship and the need for protection in the underworld, they became familiar with each other after several encounters. This time, when He Jian received his advance payment, the first person he thought of was this young fellow townsman.

  "Brother Gong, would I harm you? This task is given to me by a big shot upstairs, it's an opportunity that comes once in a lifetime. As long as we complete this task successfully, our future prospects will be secured, and we'll be better off than just struggling to make ends meet at the dock. Don't worry, I haven't told you the details yet, if you're really scared now, you can still back out. Otherwise, once I've revealed everything, you won't have a choice whether to do it or not, don't blame me for not being loyal."

  Gong Peng's heart suddenly shook and he said, "Alright, He Ge is looking down on people. I'm not a greedy or timid person, wealth and honor are sought in danger, no need to say more, I'll put my head on the line and follow Big Brother."

  He Jian and Gong Peng then secretly decided on a capture plan in the Tiantai Teahouse east of Changsha City, and immediately reported it to Ma Xisheng.