Sitting at the desk, the haggard Chen Zhengcong pressed the answer button: "Zheng Dazhuang, how is the situation?"
"The Legal Department has formally prosecuted you, and the court will be held in two days. Now there is a lot of evidence against you. It is difficult for me to exonerate you. Chairman Yang and Sir Zhong of your Huamao are old friends. If she is willing to come forward, there may be a turning point .¡±
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"Mr. Chen? Are you listening?"
"I, I see, I'll call you later.
"good."
Snapped!
Fragments of the vase splashed everywhere, Chen Zhengcong's eyes were red, and his chest heaved violently.
After a while, he collected his mood and rummaged through the old thread-bound books of various colors piled up on a table.
"If you want to drive me away, don't even think about it! I have been with that old hag for five full years. This is what I deserve, and I will definitely get it back, bitchkill me"
After a long time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a handwritten anonymous note, and his spirit suddenly shook.
found it!
Chen Zhengcong was excited, his fingers twitched the yellowed traditional characters on the book, and carefully identified them for a long time.
"Corpse oil, schisandra vine, locust puppet"
After Chen Zhengcong finished reading, he turned on his laptop, followed the materials in the book, and sent an email. Then he stared at the screen, and the page had to be refreshed in almost ten seconds.
Finally, his email was answered.
"Five hundred thousand."
It was a red avatar who replied to him.
Chen Zhengcong let out a breath.
"I'll call you the money later. Give me the things first."
He clicked the send button, and glanced at a line of text on the book that he marked in red letters.
The cold quilt has less complaints, and the fate is lonely;
This is the assertion he got from showing Yang Baojin's fate in private in the early years, referring to Gu Luan Sha, the Lord Kefu, among the four pillars of evil spirits. Besides, Judy was born in a wealthy family, and there are more stars shining in the palace of fate. Her evil spirit is far from that of an ordinary solitary luan.
Her dead ghost husband, Sir Deng, was a man of great wealth and wealth, but he still couldn't resist this evil spirit. Not only did he die young, but all the original wealth was absorbed by Gu Luan Sha. It must be a person who is very fierce and lucky, and whose fate is extremely dangerous, to break this evil spirit. This kind of person may not be born in hundreds of years. In other words, Yang Baojin is doomed to die alone.
This kind of life-threatening person will be revenged, cruel and merciless, has a city in his chest, and has a lucky star. Chen Zhengcong was originally unwilling to be an enemy of Judy, but now that the knife is on his neck, Chen Zhengcong can't think of any moves.
No matter how expensive the fate is, he is still a layman, and it is difficult to escape from some unusual magic.
After a while, Chen Zhengcong received the email again.
"Inspect the goods, and if there is no problem, I will ship them."
There are also many photos attached to the email. There are glass jars filled with yellow liquid, and dry vines that look like medicinal herbs, but the most evil one is a stillborn fetus that is filled in formalin and is worthy of a human shape.
The computer screen glowed red, green, and green. While browsing, a sneer appeared on the corner of Chen Zhengcong's mouth: "Will you die this time?"
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"Young Master He, I don't know how it happened like this. He was obviously fine that day, but who knows how hard it is to eat a meal, he just"
He Changhong had no expression on his face, and Boss Chen was running around anxiously beside him, sweating profusely.
This is a mourning hall with simple decoration. A columbarium with black and white photos of Pei Dongsheng was placed on the table, and a charcoal brazier was placed on the ground. Besides He Chen and the other two, an old man in a black coat with white hair and skin was sitting beside the Eight Immortals table, silently adding paper money to the brazier. .
That day, Pei Dongsheng made an astonishing statement. He not only figured out He Changhong's business troubles, but also asserted that his father was seriously ill, which convinced He and Chen to this young master Pei. They originally made an appointment today that He Changhong would personally pick up Pei Dongsheng to He Zhai. Who would have imagined that Jazz would treat his illness just in time for this one.
It turned out that Pei Dongsheng just drove out of the Jinlong Building that day, and he collided head-on with a heavy truck, and died on the spot. Poor this iron-mouthed man who had been told by many high-ranking officials and dignitaries, all of them were fulfilled, but he died tragically. He was not at all complacent. Know.
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He Changhong walked around the house with his hands on his hips, and said to Boss Chen, "Now that the person is dead, what should I do? He also charged a deposit of 100,000 US dollars. Where's the money?!"
"The money is in the package."
The old man in the black coat stared at the brazier and spoke suddenly.
"I found it when I sorted out Dongsheng's relics. It should be your money. You can take it back."
He Changhong restrained his expression, and carefully looked at the old man in black in front of him. Ask softly: "You are, Master Pei's?"
"I am his godfather."
The old man in the black coat barely stood up, and walked with difficulty on crutches. Only then did He Changhong realize that the old man was crippled.
"What do you call it?"
The old man poured himself a glass of boiling water: "My name is Qian Wu, and they all call me Uncle Wu. I have seen your business card. Mr. He is a big shot. If you feel disadvantaged, you can call me Lame Wu."
"How should I say this, Uncle Fifth."
He Changhong originally wanted to be more reserved, but time waited for no one, so he could only ask sideways: "Um, Uncle Fifth, is it you, Master Pei, who is good at physiognomy"
"I have been guarding corpses in funeral parlors for more than 30 years. I know how to organize remains, but I don't know anything about physiognomy. This kid used to be an apprentice for Saninch Nail in Wong Tai Sin. You can ask Saninch Nail."
""
He Changhong curled his lips a little unhappily, and after a while, he said coldly, "Farewell."
"Go slowly and take the money in the package."
He Changhong raised his hand: "Just now, the junior can't talk, so don't be angry, Uncle Wu. The money should be used as funeral expenses for Master Pei."
"You will not be rewarded for any merit." The old man was very stubborn: "Take it back."
He Changhong ignored him and went straight out the door, followed by Boss Chen.
"Mr. He is really a bodhisattva. No matter how you say it, Master Pei didn't make any effort. One hundred thousand dollars can be given away as soon as you say it. It's grand."
After leaving the shop, the two got into the car. Boss Chen smiled and gave He Changhong a thumbs up.
"I'm just afraid of trouble. The old guy is old, and his godson is dead. What kind of pension will he take to die? No? Hmph."
He Changhong stepped on the accelerator, and the car headed for Wong Tai Sin District.
In the house, Uncle Wu sipped the tea mug until he drank all the white water in the mug. Then he opened the package on the table, took out the green dollar bills, and put them into the blazing charcoal brazier one by one.
The flames engulfed Franklin's head bit by bit.
"In the past three years, you have been lewd and lewd. For fame and fortune, you have climbed up and stepped down, disregarding the life and death of others. Now you are killed for no reason, it is karma. I taught you to change your fate for the sky, I have a responsibility, Dong Sheng, you have knowledge under the spring, and you should also reflect on yourself. Be a useful person to society in the next life." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com