RPAGF Chapter 308 The thread gradually becomes clear
Chapter 308 The thread gradually becomes clear
Her movements attracted the attention of people around her.
Xu Hui has been like this since she was a child. She wants to have what others don't have, and she also wants to have what others don't have.
People who are used to a life of luxury and smooth sailing are prone to emotional instability and will lose their temper at the slightest displeasure.
"I just want to take a picture!" Xu Hui pouted. "Why can't I even take a picture? Why can't you satisfy such a simple request?"
He Jiayu felt sad when she saw her crying.
Yes, my daughter is paralyzed. Let alone taking pictures, I would even be willing to hire a god from heaven to take pictures for her!
He Jiayu sighed helplessly and returned the phone to her, "Xiaoning, just cooperate with her and take a picture."
Zhao Xiaoning couldn't persuade the mother and daughter, and seeing that there were so many people around, he didn't want to stay any longer, so he hurriedly took out his cell phone to take pictures.
the other side.
In the evening in Jincheng, the snow had just stopped and the air was filled with a damp and cold chill.
There was a lot of traffic at the entrance of Jincheng Radio and Television Center, it was time to get off work.
Fan Xiaolin came out of the revolving door and looked up to see Chen Zhuo holding a bunch of sunflowers, standing neatly under the street light.
The warm light shining on him, along with the chill after the snow, was mostly dispelled by him and the sunflower he was holding.
Fan Xiaolin suddenly smiled mischievously, avoided his sight, and ran to the other side of the road.
She crouched down and walked behind him, quietly picked up a ball of snow from the ground, and slipped behind Chen Zhuo...
"Robbery!"
She took the snow and hit Chen Zhuo on the back of his head.
Chen Zhuo turned around and shook the snow off his hair.
"It's so cool~" He smiled faintly and held out the sunflower, "This is for you."
Seeing how calm he was, Fan Xiaolin finally reacted.
Yes, with Chen Zhuo's reaction speed in a fight, he almost broke my wrist the last time I just got close to his back. How could he react so slowly this time?
Give in to me?
"Are you deliberately cooperating with me?" Fan Xiaolin said with a dark face, "You're letting me win! I won't play with you anymore!"
After saying that, she turned and ran to the garage.
Chen Zhuo was holding a sunflower and chasing after him.
Fan Xiaolin ran all the way down the garage and to the car. She was out of breath and could not run anymore. She held on to the car door and gasped.
In contrast, Chen Zhuo ran all the way without getting red in the face or out of breath, and the flowers in his hand were not messed up.
"Here you go." Chen Zhuo handed the sunflower to Fan Xiaolin again and whispered, "I came here today to tell you that I've found a few families of the victims of the mining accident that your bestie asked me to find last time. When are you willing to go meet them?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Fan Xiaolin stopped breathing instantly.
"Really? Really!" She was stunned and took the flowers from Chen Zhuo. "It's only been a few days? Your connections are incredible, aren't they?"
Chen Zhuo's face turned slightly red when he was praised by her.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Sometimes Fan Xiaolin felt very disconnected when she saw Chen Zhuo's silly look. She wondered what ability this man, who looked like a college student, had to mobilize all those unruly people.
She is willing to spend a lot of time to get to know him, as long as he is willing.
"Don't talk about it here." Chen Zhuo cautiously glanced at the surveillance camera on the wall behind him. "Let's talk in the car. I'll treat you to a meal."
"No." Fan Xiaolin pointed to her car. "Get in my car. I said I'd treat you to Wagyu beef, but I never did."
Seeing her domineering look, Chen Zhuo didn't dare to argue with her and got on the passenger seat as she said.
Just as the two of them were heading to the Japanese restaurant in the city center, Wen Zhixia, escorted by Song Ailing's secretary, arrived at Wanqing Villa.
The Chinese-style main building is brightly lit.
The Rolls-Royce stopped at the door.
Wen Zhixia got out of the car and saw Song Ailing standing at the door to greet her.
"Mr. Song," she nodded politely, "It's so cold outside, please come in."
Song Ailing rarely smiled. She pulled Wen Zhixia over, held her hand, and pulled her into the house. "Why are your hands so cold? Didn't we turn on the heater in the car?"
"It's open," Wen Zhixia explained. "It's like this when I have my period. My hands and feet tend to get cold."
As soon as these words came out, Song Ailing immediately called the restaurant and asked them to send some egg fermented glutinous rice soup to replenish qi and blood.
"You called me here today, is there any new news?" Wen Zhixia put down her backpack.
Song Ailing nodded. She asked the nanny to go out and close the door, and then took out some documents from under the coffee table.
"We have a lead on the bald-browed man you asked me to inquire about."
Wen Zhixia took the document in surprise.
The first page shows a gloomy-looking man, about forty years old, with a weathered face and a gloomy expression.
The most important thing is that his eyebrows are very light, and at first glance, it looks like he has no eyebrows.
"This man's name is Kuang Ah Si," Song Ailing explained to her. "He used to be Zhao Zhengrong's driver. He didn't take any money from Zhao Zhengrong and worked in a slaughterhouse, but that was his side job. His main job was doing dirty work for people. Before he met Zhao Zhengrong, he had many lives on his hands, so your previous speculations were basically correct."
Wen Zhixia reacted and realized that the dirty work she was talking about was killing people to silence them.
Sure enough, the deeper you go into the circle of power and wealth, the more chaotic and dirty it becomes. Despite this, the huge temptation of money and power still makes countless people try their best to get in.
"Then how did Zhao Zhengrong convince him to join?" Wen Zhixia asked, "A professional killer like him shouldn't be short of money."
Song Ailing said, "Because he has a long criminal record and doesn't want to live in hiding, Zhao Zhengrong has connections in the system and can keep him out of the spotlight."
"I see." Wen Zhixia nodded, "Then where is he now?"
Song Ailing frowned. "After Zhao Xiaoning and Xu Hui got into trouble, this person resigned from Zhao Corporation. We spent a lot of money and asked several people in Zhao Corporation's logistics department, but they all said they didn't know. What I'm most worried about now is that this old man Zhao Zhengrong is so ruthless that he will kill all those who know his secrets after seeing the truth."
Wen Zhixia nodded thoughtfully.
Now, as multiple clues gradually add up, the outline of the matter has gradually become clear.
She suddenly felt like crying, she had a premonition that the truth would come out.
But before that, it also means a fierce fight and sacrifice.
"It seems we can now confirm that there was indeed such a bald-browed man under the name of Zhao Zhengrong, and he was a professional killer," Wen Zhixia analyzed, looking at the documents on the table. "Last time I messaged you and told you that I had some online posts about someone trying to investigate Wanfeng's death. Not long after these posts were posted, they were censored by public relations. We checked and found that it was done by someone from the Zhao family."
"Can I take a picture of this?" She pointed at Kuang Ah Si's photo. "I'll go to the Crimson Memory Bar and ask the people there to confirm it."
Song Ailing nodded. "I think so too. Next, I will send the information you and I have collected to Fu Keming. It would be best if we can get all the key information before Ruo Shi returns. This way, we can't bring down Zhao Zhengrong, but since it involves a murder case, at least we can trap him in the country and prevent him from leaving. This way, we can buy more time."
So Fu Keming deliberately sent Fu Ruoshi away?
Wen Zhixia finally understood.
In order to help his son ascend to the throne, he did have foresight.
As I was lost in thought, my cell phone vibrated.
WeChat message from Fan Xiaolin: [Baozi, Chen Zhuo found the person you were looking for. When can you come out and chat?]
Wen Zhixia was about to reply when there was a knock on the door.
"Oh, it's the fermented glutinous rice wine," Song Ailing called out, "The door is unlocked, please come in."
The door opens.
Fu Ruoshi stood at the door leisurely, waving the car keys in his hand.
"Ouch?" He smiled in surprise, "What a rare guest!!!"