CHAPTER 490: CHAPTER 202: THE MAD FUNERAL

In the Wine Shop, Zhou Dagen had already stood outside more than once, watching, as Su Ziceng had been out for a whole morning and half an afternoon, with no news on how things were progressing at the municipal government.

Zhou Dagen actually admired Pello quite a bit; after that initial phone call earlier, this young man hadn’t asked about anything related to Su Ziceng anymore. He seemed to have a lot of patience, not even making a single phone call.

"Aren’t these two lovers? How come they’re not at all anxious?" Even though Zhou Dagen never married, he had been young once and remembered feeling restless and suffocated when he couldn’t see his love for even a minute, almost like he had downed a strong liquor aged for many years.

"I say," Zhou Dagen couldn’t help asking, "Should we make a phone call and ask? It’s almost 3:30."

"No need, she should be back soon," Pello didn’t even check the time and walked alone into a wine cabinet, from which he took out a bottle of wine without any label. Zhu Ziceng had instructed before leaving to prepare a bottle of good wine for celebration. He had completed the task entrusted to him, but he didn’t know how her task had fared.

Su Ziceng had already developed a sense of trust towards Pello, something he deeply felt, especially after that one avalanche incident when she significantly changed her attitude towards him. However, Pello felt that this was not enough; what he wanted was not only trust but also dependency.

But this feeling was what Pello cared about the most. He thought that after the Su Family’s downfall, the first to collapse would be Su Ziceng, but unexpectedly it was Su Qingzhang who fell, and Su Ziceng, who should have been weak, stood up and even began to move forward more decisively.

Pello’s mood now was like that of an actor who, after meticulously planning a grand play and reaching its climax, found the puppet he was manipulating cutting off its own strings one by one.

"I’m back," the tone of Su Ziceng’s voice as she entered did not reveal much joy, and her face also looked somewhat absent-minded.

When Zhou Dagen started asking about her, her smile began to emerge, and upon seeing the bottle of wine in Pello’s hand, her smile brightened further, "Pello, you’ve taken Uncle Da Gen’s treasure."

Once she said this, Zhou Dagen noticed that the bottle Pello had chosen was indeed his private stash. Just as he thought about snatching it back, he saw Pello already pouring the wine out, filling the room with a scent of liquor.

"An opened bottle of wine would be a waste otherwise," Zhou Dagen thought, as long as the job was done, celebrating with a good bottle of wine was only appropriate, "Little boss, did you manage to get the job done?"

"For now, it’s resolved," Su Ziceng didn’t plan to completely disclose the situation with Yan Wuxu; everything was still without evidence, and they had to wait for Secretary Wang’s return before they could formally confront Yan Wuxu.

"My part is also done," Pello wasn’t focused on the wine. He couldn’t see much happiness on the face of Su Ziceng, who seemed to be hiding something.

"Really done?" Although Su Ziceng didn’t doubt Pello’s capabilities, it seemed a bit too smooth.

"Mr. Perro is really amazing," Zhou Dagen, after taking a few sips of the liquor and easing his worried expression from the past few days, said, "He just made two phone calls, didn’t say much, and managed to get things done."

Zhou Dagen used to work in the distillery and later in the Wine Shop, and he was considered a sales backbone, but he had never seen anyone handle matters as efficiently as Pello. First, he contacted a magazine under the pretense of interviewing an author to get Chen Jiachun’s contact, then he reached out to Chen Jiachun and with just a few words, convinced the lawyer who was reputed to be difficult to deal with.

"It’s just mutual benefit," Pello downed the fifty-year-old national liquor in one go. The strong liquor of Z country was indeed well-known; it had a soft, fragrant aroma at first, but once it hit the stomach, the strong effect immediately spread throughout the body. Even someone like him with a good alcohol tolerance had to be careful not to underestimate it.

Su Ziceng wasn’t in the mood to savor the taste of the drink; her thoughts were all with Secretary Wang who had gone to that remote mountain village.

Secretary Wang arrived at the mountain village, which didn’t even have properly repaired roads, by evening. The village had only a few households, and he quickly gathered some information. The little master mentioned that the baby was still being well cared for at the household at the village entrance, said to be provided with food and clothing monthly by someone, but the baby’s biological mother had not yet visited.