Official Career Storm-Chapter 1472

Guo Tong raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifted in a mocking smile.

Scaring himself this way?

He sneered inwardly, but a trace of fear appeared on his face.

Better cooperate a bit, at least show them he's scared, otherwise, if they act in a fit of a rage and hit him, that would truly be undeserved.

"What are you going to do?" he deliberately asked, shivering.

However, no one paid him any attention.

Six or seven people dug the pit together, their efficiency was frightening.

In just about half an hour, they had dug a dirt pit over a meter deep, two meters long, and one meter wide.

Once the pit was dug, Lu Feng said, "Go bring the coffin over."

Coffin?

Guo Tong felt an ominous foreboding.

Soon, the coffin was carried over.

It was a very common red-painted coffin, looking quite cheap.

They tossed the coffin into the dirt pit and lifted its lid.

Lu Feng pointed at the coffin and said, "Get in."

Guo Tong was sure that this must be Song Guanchao deliberately trying to scare him.

But even if it was meant to scare him, these methods seemed a bit too much.

"What do you want?" Guo Tong asked.

"Get in," Lu Feng ignored his words and simply repeated the demand.

Guo Tong said, "Tell Director Song, I concede. He can make his demands."

"If you don't get in, I'll have no choice but to throw you in."

Lu Feng stepped forward and kicked.

Guo Tong cried out in pain, falling into the coffin.

Just as he was about to climb back up, he saw a few people lift the coffin lid and cover him.

Guo Tong was starting to feel scared: "We can talk it out, Director Song can make any request..."

The lid was closed, drowning out the sound.

"Bury him," Lu Feng waved his hand and said.

They took up shovels and began filling the pit.

Listening to the sound of soil hitting the coffin lid, Guo Tong could no longer remain calm.

He now couldn't tell if Song Guanchao was just trying to scare him or really intended to bury him alive.

He pounded on the coffin lid and shouted, "Tell Director Song, I admit my mistake, I'm willing to compensate with money!"

However, there was still no response.

Originally, there was light shining through the gaps in the coffin wood, but as the soil refilled, the last sliver was also covered.

He lay down, pushing with all his strength against the coffin lid, but it felt like hitting a wall, completely unmoving.

It was evident that the soil atop the coffin was already quite substantial.

Guo Tong's heart sank, unable to remain calm.

He never expected Song Guanchao to be so ruthless, really wanting to bury him alive!

In this remote wilderness, being buried underground, even if the police came, they might not be able to find him.

By the time he's found, he's afraid he'd be long dead.

With the last bit of soil filled, Lu Feng picked up his phone: "Boss, it's done."

"Got it."

Song Guanchao hung up the phone, checked the time, still early.

Let him stay down there for a night.

Time passed, minute by minute.

Guo Tong felt that Song Guanchao would never really dare to kill him; at most, he was just scaring him and would definitely let him out.

But an hour passed with no movement outside.

Two hours passed with still no sound of digging.

In the pitch-black environment, he couldn't feel the passage of time.

He didn't know how long had passed.

He only knew his stomach was very hungry and his mouth very dry.

The oxygen in the coffin was also becoming increasingly scarce, making him feel dizzy.

He realized Song Guanchao might actually want to bury him alive.

He was scared, terrified, but to no avail.

In such circumstances, he couldn't even save himself.

In his perception, at least 12 hours had passed.

He could clearly feel his physical and mental exhaustion, thinking that under these conditions, he might not survive three days.

In a daze, he seemed to hear rustling sounds.

At first, he thought he was hallucinating, but the sounds grew clearer, and he suddenly opened his eyes, summoning the little strength he had left, pressing his ear against the coffin lid.

The rustling sounds became even clearer.

He knew he was right.

Song Guanchao indeed wouldn't dare truly bury him alive.

Just like he gave him a warning, he was also giving him a warning.

As the coffin lid was lifted, sunlight drove away the darkness, and he raised his hand to shield his eyes, squinting.

Through the gaps between his fingers, he vaguely saw several figures.

Among them was Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao squatted by the coffin, a cigarette in hand, looking at him with a half-smiling expression.

"Mr. Guo, did you sleep well last night?"

Hearing this familiar voice, the always composed Guo Tong found it hard to control his emotions.

But his severely depleted strength left him without the energy to speak.

Song Guanchao casually tossed him a bread and a bottle of water: "Eat up."

Guo Tong silently picked up the bread, and even in his extreme hunger, he retained his composure, not eating ravenously.

With the bread and water in his stomach, he regained some energy, his muddled mind also becoming clearer, and some color returned to his pale face.

"Mr. Guo, don't blame me for not playing by the rules; you're the one who broke them first."

"You can continue not to follow the rules, but I'd advise you to do it thoroughly and not give me a chance for revenge. Otherwise, next time, you might really find yourself buried alive."

Song Guanchao chuckled, threw his phone down, patted the dirt off his pants, and stood up: "Let's go."

After they walked away, Guo Tong slowly stood up from the coffin.

He glanced in the direction Song Guanchao and the others left, grabbed the phone with its remaining single bar of battery, and climbed out of the coffin.

He looked down at his disheveled body, and beneath his calm surface lay a simmering rage.

As he walked out of the grove, he opened a map to check his location and made a call: "Come pick me up."

After emerging from the grove, he waited for over half an hour until a car arrived.

The driver was surprised but asked no questions.

Once in the car, Guo Tong dialed another number: "Mr. Xu, I encountered some unexpected events here."

...

The car entered the city, and Guo Tong didn't rush to change his clothes but went to a restaurant to have a meal first.

After satisfying his hungry stomach, he returned home to take a warm bath.

Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, preparing to call over his mistress from the art institute to serve him, there was a knock at the door.

He thought it was Mr. Xu coming over, quite surprised at how quickly Mr. Xu arrived.

But upon opening the door, he saw police standing outside.

Guo Tong frowned: "Is there a problem?"

The leading middle-aged policeman said, "Guo Tong, you're suspected of bribery, and we're here to arrest you. Please cooperate with the public security authorities."

Bribery?

Guo Tong's brows furrowed tightly.

"I need to notify my lawyer."

"Go ahead."

The police did not stop him.

Guo Tong turned around and entered the house, with the police following inside.

He picked up his phone and began contacting his lawyer, said a few brief words, then said, "I'm going to change my clothes."

A few minutes later, Guo Tong came out and left with the police.

Back at the station, he was taken into the interrogation room.

Almost simultaneously, his lawyer arrived.

The lawyer consulted with the police to understand the situation, then met Guo Tong in the interrogation room.

Guo Tong asked, "What's the situation?"

He still couldn't comprehend how he ended up being charged with bribery?

He indeed had engaged in bribery, but he always acted cautiously, leaving no evidence.

Even if Qiu Zhen Ting personally pointed him out, it wouldn't matter, since eyewitnesses alone without physical evidence don't count.

The lawyer's expression was serious: "According to the police, you bribed Qiu Zhen Ting, the party secretary of the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission. They have evidence."

"Witnesses?"

"There are witnesses, and also physical evidence."

"Impossible!" Guo Tong's pupils contracted; there should absolutely be no physical evidence of such matters.

The lawyer quietly watched him, waiting for his emotions to subside slightly before saying, "The police wouldn't lie to me directly, and although I can't demand to see the evidence, the police likely do have relevant physical evidence."