164: Chapter 160 - What self-criticism? I'm talking about sharing experiences!!

Liang Teng still didn't fully grasp Yang Tian's intention.

Yang Tian explained further.

"Think about it, leader. If we report right now that we caught Liu Shaohua in Tazhai yesterday, do you think the credit will belong to just us, or to everyone?"

Liang Teng responded, "To everyone, of course."

"Exactly!" Yang Tian asked again, "But if we report tomorrow night that we caught Liu Shaohua, do you think the credit will be ours or everyone's?"

Hearing this, Liang Teng immediately realized and laughed loudly, "Then it would definitely be ours!"

He sized Yang Tian up carefully.

"Not bad, Chief Yang. Not only did you give me a huge surprise, but you've also given me quite an inspiration."

After saying that, he couldn't help but grip Yang Tian's hands tightly. "We'll do exactly as you said. Hurry up and break Liu Shaohua's silence so we can keep the initiative firmly in our hands!"

"Yes, sir!" Yang Tian puffed out his chest, then smiled. "About that thousand-word self-reflection, you see..."

"What self-reflection??" Liang Teng's eyes darted around before he added, "I said it was an experience presentation!"

Yang Tian looked delighted. "Ah, right! An experience presentation!"

"No rush. Take your time writing it. Just give it to me before the commendations from the Provincial Department and the Ministry of Public Security arrive."

"No problem."

Liang Teng left with a smile—no, wait, he got into his car with a smile. This man, nearly fifty years old, was grinning like a complete idiot in the car.

—

Returning to the interrogation room, Yang Tian looked at the very relaxed Liu Shaohua and asked, "So, want to talk?"

Liu Shaohua tossed his finished cigarette butt onto the ground and looked back at Yang Tian. With a perpetually harmless expression, he asked, "Haven't you already investigated everything you want to know? You just need to hand me over to the Narcotics Bureau or the Court, and then you'll be done with it."

Yang Tian: "Then cooperate with us to complete another statement. That way, it'll be easier for our Police Station to take credit from the higher-ups."

"Sure!" Liu Shaohua replied with a smile. He exuded an air of casual relaxation, his composure so steady it was as if he hadn't done anything at all.

Yang Tian: "First question: Do you know why our Public Security Bureau summoned you to the Police Station?"

Liu Shaohua: "I know. Because I manufacture drugs."

"What drugs?"

"Ice. The technical term is Methamphetamine!"

Yang Tian: "Second question: When did you start manufacturing drugs? And why?"

Liu Shaohua: "In 1988, I started out doing foreign trade with my brother—what you call smuggling. Later, a batch of imported goods had issues, and the bank froze all the money in the company accounts. I was desperate for money and happened to save a drug manufacturer. From him, I learned that one gram of ice with less than forty percent purity could sell for 300 yuan, while the cost was less than two grams of Ephedrine. It was clearly a highly profitable industry, so the idea of making money through drug production took root."

Yang Tian: "Specifics?"

Liu Shaohua's gaze sharpened as he drifted into his memories.

The Police Officer spent the entire day recording Liu Shaohua's history of drug manufacturing and trafficking, filling dozens of pages with over thirty thousand words.

With a little more detail and a few more villains and cops, it could have been written as a gripping novel.

As the investigation had shown, Liu Shaohua's ice was never sold domestically; it was all sent overseas. This way, domestic narcotics police had no way to trace the source.

This safe and secure operational chain could have lasted a long time, but things went wrong because of someone named Sang Biao.

At the time, infighting broke out within the sales team. This Sang Biao secretly hid some ice and sold it to Guangdong Province and Gui Province through middleman dealers.

Less than six months later, the secret was out. The Guangdong narcotics police cast a wide net and found the lead on Sang Biao.

Just as the narcotics police were about to uncover Liu Shaohua as the source of production, Liu Shaohua decisively had someone deal with Sang Biao.

Although this cut off the Guangdong narcotics police's line of investigation, it had already attracted the attention of the Narcotics Bureau.

This also sowed the seeds of trouble for his future flight.

In 1990, the state began to prioritize anti-drug work and intensified the crackdown on narcotics, which left Liu Shaohua in a very passive position domestically.

Later, Liu Shaohua opened up his own overseas sales channels, which allowed him to evade pursuit by domestic narcotics police for the next decade or so.

—

At dinner time, Yang Tian brought a bowl of food to Liu Shaohua.

"A mix of meat and vegetables, not a bad meal!" Liu Shaohua said, then began to eat with a smile.

Yang Tian: "My philosophy is that if you eat well, you'll be in a good mood, and then you'll have the energy to work!"

"Then you're certainly doing a good job as Director!"

Yang Tian: "Being a leader is all about making sure your subordinates live a good life!"

"I had the same thought when I first started making drugs."

After finishing the meal, the two shared another cigarette before Yang Tian resumed taking the statement.

"From 1988 until now, how much ice have you produced in total?"

Liu Shaohua: "About thirty tons!"

Yang Tian was shocked. "Wasn't the amount we knew about fifteen tons?"

Liu Shaohua took a deep drag of his cigarette and said, "I think you're someone worth dealing with, so I'm telling you the truth."

Yang Tian asked again, "Is it all sold?"

Liu Shaohua shook his head.

"There are still nearly ten tons left in the country. I originally planned to retire abroad after shipping this ice out, but I ended up falling into your hands."

"Oh, wait, no. I fell into the hands of a snake."

[I've spent my whole life in the fray, making a living on the edge of a blade. I never would have dreamed that I'd be brought down by a snake's bite. How embarrassing would it be if word got out!] — Liu Shaohua's inner thoughts.

Yang Tian chuckled to himself.

"It was fate."

"Tell me, where is the rest of the ice hidden?"

Liu Shaohua looked at Yang Tian. "Do you think I'm stupid? Why would I tell you about things you haven't found? That ice is for my brothers to support their families. If you seize it, what will they eat and drink?"

[I've already had people start selling the ice in batches at half the market price to drug lords in the Golden Triangle, Mexico, Philadelphia, Western Europe, and Africa. By now, it should be almost all sold!]

[The money from selling that ice is enough for them to go abroad and support their families. I consider this my final duty to them!] — Liu Shaohua's inner thoughts.

He's actually quite loyal to his brothers!

Yang Tian immediately asked, "Who are these brothers you're talking about?"

Liu Shaohua laughed. "So what if I tell you their names? I already made arrangements with them: if I didn't return today, they were to leave the country. It's night now; I'd say they've already reached overseas!"

Yang Tian looked at Liu Shaohua and smiled confidently. "Why don't you try giving me two names?"

Liu Shaohua, who never took threats lightly, glared at Yang Tian. Then, he resumed his harmless smile and said, "Then listen closely. The first name is Lu Qianchuan! The second name is Zhao Sanxi!"