The next half day, everyone was out of sorts.
Fu Qi kept people stationed around the consulate areas in Central and Admiralty, just in case the worst happened.
Shi Hui stayed in the dorms, and Chen Qi remained at the Clearwater Bay set.
Zhang Jianya, Old Liu and the others worked with trembling hands, cursing Sun Changrong under their breath.
If this blew up they would surely be implicated; the jobs they’d finally gotten might be taken away.
In the office.
Chen Qi sat patiently waiting for news, while keeping an eye on the Jiangnan case’s developments.
As the situation grew, the Hong Kong papers were in an uproar.
The latest was that Chen Qili and Wu Dun had been sentenced to life imprisonment, and Wang Xiling, head of the Taiwanese intelligence agency, had also been given life.
They were all discarded pawns.
That was the tone of public opinion: the Jiangnan affair had been carried out on Wang Xiling’s orders.
Xiao Jiang had thought that by sentencing those three the matter would cool down.
He didn’t imagine their successor would be dragged in.