Chapter 132 Favor

She shuddered and stopped tremblingly, "Director Liang..."

"Where's Chi Hui?"

He Sang said nothing.

"Xiao He, the incident at the Western Suburbs warehouse was caused by you. I hope you won't conceal Chi Hui's whereabouts. Now he's in big trouble again, and the Liang Group is looking for him. I can't report to the board of directors until he returns." Liang Yanzhang, perhaps because of Liang Jishen, didn't get as furious as he had imagined, and his attitude was kind. "If you know anything, it's best to confess."

"Trial of the prisoner?" Liang Jishen frowned, not pleased. "Confess and receive leniency, resist and receive severity. That's the slogan on the police station. What crime did she commit?"

Liang Yanzhang was furious. "I haven't settled your account yet! Zhonghai Group's stock has lost hundreds of millions. Your Uncle Jiang is so anxious that he's had a heart attack. He appointed you as second-in-command because he trusts you. Do you deserve their trust?"

"I resigned, but they refused."

"You bastard—"

Chiang Kai-shek held down Liang Yanzhang, who was about to lose his temper, and gave him a look.

"Ji Shen, we didn't come to see you to quarrel, but to discuss serious matters with you."

Liang Jishen at least gave Lao Jiang face and turned his head to look at He Sang at the stairs. "Come down and make tea for Teacher Jiang and your uncle."

When Liang Yanzhang heard the three words "your uncle", his face turned extremely bad, as if he had swallowed a hundred flies.

He Sang took out a set of purple clay tea sets and boiled water. She washed a spoonful of tea leaves and used a long-handled teaspoon to filter out the tea leaves on the water. The fragrance immediately spread.

Liang Jishen stared at her with a doting look as she made tea. "What kind of tea is it?"

"Golden Pumpkin Tribute Tea, Mr. Liang's favorite tea."

He leaned forward and lit a cigarette for Chiang Kai-shek. After all, Chiang Kai-shek had retired to the second line and had no real power. In addition, Liang Jishen first showed his power by offering to resign, and then respectfully used a combination of soft and hard tactics to shut him up. Chiang Kai-shek was embarrassed to refuse and took the cigarette on his own initiative.

The man also ordered one, sat down again, and smiled suggestively, "What did you remember, little brain? Who likes to drink?"

He Sang knew that he was trying to get rid of them, so he answered obediently, "Uncle likes to drink."

Liang Jishen responded, "Did you buy it?"

She looked up cautiously, and the man knocked off the ash from his cigarette and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“I bought it.”

His smile grew wider. "Very filial."

Liang Yanzhang picked up the tea barrel. There were only two genuine cakes of this tea, one for sale and one on display at the Palace Museum. It was no longer available on the market. It was worth millions per kilogram. He weighed it, then put it down and asked, "Where did you buy it?"

"In the tea shop."

"How much?"

He Sang answered fluently, "Five hundred... eight hundred per jin."

Liang Jishen picked up the teacup without saying a word, pretending to drink water and hiding the smile on his lips.

"Eight hundred a jin?" Liang Yanzhang looked at her calmly. "I'm buying some goods from you. Please buy me one hundred jin at the price of eight hundred."

She still didn't notice anything was wrong, "I'll buy it for you in two days."

A smile quickly appeared on Liang Jishen's lower face, and he couldn't hide it anymore. His laughter was in his throat. He simply moved the cup away and reached out to her, "Come here."

He Sang always relied on him particularly at this time. She approached and the man rubbed her head. "Don't joke with your elders. Three hundred thousand for one hundred grams, right?"

Her eyes widened, "What?"

"That's enough!" Liang Yanzhang was too lazy to watch him protect his child. "Why are you putting on such a show in front of me?"

Liang Jishen couldn't help laughing and pinched He Sang's face again. She was too stunned to come back to her senses. She was calculating in her mind how much one pound of tea cost 300,000 yuan for 100 grams.

Chiang Kai-shek did not interrupt the entire conversation. After Liang Yanzhang was defeated, he spoke slowly, "Do you have any impression of Fang Jingru's daughter?"

"I remember Zhou Kun pursuing her, and it was a sensational pursuit." Liang Jishen leaned there leisurely, his arm draped across the back of the sofa. "What do you think? Can you ask me to help her find someone?"

"Bullshit." Liang Yanzhang was annoyed. "Why should I care about her?"

"That's right." The man suddenly looked ruffian, holding the cigarette butt sideways, trying to smile. "I advise you to mind your own business and take care of the Liang Group first. Those old idiots on the board of directors are not easy to fool."

"That's your great-great-uncle, what an old bastard!" Liang Yanzhang's eyebrows twitched. "Your uncle Jiang is the one who made the connection. Fang Jingru really admires you, and his daughter is also willing."

"Let me ask."

Lao Jiang didn't understand. "We asked for your opinion, who did you ask?"

He calmly interrupted, "Ask Zhou Kun if there are any single men between the ages of eighteen and fifty. I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

"Old Chiang, look at the nonsense he is talking about!" Liang Yanzhang was so angry that his chest heaved.

Lao Jiang was also serious. "Your Uncle Fang's status is higher than mine. He agreed. You stood up his precious daughter. Think carefully about the consequences."

Liang Jishen held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, staring expressionlessly at the slowly fading smoke. "I didn't stand his daughter up. I never agreed to meet her from the beginning. You stood her up. He's looking for revenge on you."

Chiang Kai-shek and Liang Yanzhang were determined to win this time. He had caused a big mess in Zhonghai, so asking him to meet Fang Jingru's daughter was actually giving him a way out, and there was no way he wouldn't take it.

But he didn't appreciate it and calmly blocked it. Chiang Kai-shek and Liang Yanzhang punched his cotton ball and got a setback.

He left angrily again.

......

Liang Jishen went to the Zhonghai Group for a meeting at noon. At around 3 o'clock, Hu Nongnong's car stopped at the door. He Sang personally greeted her, "Mrs. Zhou, it was inconvenient yesterday, so I'm sorry to bother you again today."

"No need to bother. I'm also bored at the Green Plant Garden, and Zhou Kun has another social engagement." Hu Nongnong walked in and changed into slippers. "Aren't you and Mrs. Qiu very close? Why is it inconvenient for her?"

He Sang was silent for a second, "It's inconvenient because your third uncle is here."

"Third Uncle?" Hu Nongnong realized the seriousness of the situation. "About what?"

"I heard Mrs. Qiu mention that your father used to work in the Municipal Bureau? He has a wide network of contacts in Hebei Province."

Hu Nongnong suddenly realized, "You want to investigate Guanghe Group?"

He Sang said frankly, "Yes."

"You don't believe Huang Biao is the mastermind? You suspect he's a scapegoat."

Hu Nongnong's incisive remarks just proved the strangeness and unreasonableness of this matter.

"Do you doubt it, too?"

"Although Huang Biao worked at the Municipal Procuratorate, he was a low-level employee and had no ability to resolve the crisis. Guanghe Group caused such a big uproar, but the boss, Feng Zhikui, was completely unscathed. Even Third Uncle couldn't find any clues. Huang Biao must have a powerful backer behind him."

He Sang's mind was in a mess. "There are rumors that it's the Liang family."

"No," Hu Nongnong said firmly. "Liang Jing and Third Uncle are very upright. Countless people have tried to bring them down and ruin their reputation, but they haven't been able to find even a single clue. In that circle, power, wealth, and sex are easily accessible, and they remain unmoved. So why would they wade into the murky waters of the Guanghe Group?"

"What about Liang Chihui?"

Hu Nongnong shook her head. "Unless he has great skills and hides it very well, he won't be able to hide it from Uncle San."

He Sang also felt that if Liang Chihui was the mastermind, this "thief crying catch thief" drama would be more trouble than it would take. Liang Chihui's influence in Hebei Province was already deeply entrenched, making it difficult to shake him. Why take the risk? If Huang Biaoyu's desperate tactics were broken, he would only end up getting himself into trouble.

But everything went too smoothly, so smoothly that it seemed as if there was a hand controlling it in secret, making it even more obvious.

Hu Nongnong poked her arm and said, "Third Uncle is ruthless and ruthless. Only you dare to provoke him. Who else dares to provoke him?"

He Sang laughed, "I don't dare to provoke him."

Hu Nongnong left after a short stay and drove to the restaurant to pick up Zhou Kun. He Sang handed her a jade Buddha for praying for a child through the car window. He had wanted to give it to her last night, but forgot about it while playing mahjong.

She happily accepted it and said, "I'm preparing to get pregnant soon. Zhou Kun has a lot of drinking parties recently, and he plans to turn them all down in April and quit smoking and drinking at home."

He Sang had selfish motives in catering to her interests. The social life of wealthy wives is full of interactions, and no one side suffers a loss. Hu Nongnong knew this very well. "Don't worry, I'll use my father's network of contacts to dig up the details and let you know when I have any news."

After sending Hu Nongnong off, I just returned to the living room when the phone rang. It was a landline number from another province.

He Sang seemed to have sensed something and answered the call with bated breath, "Mr. Liang?"

"Ms. He, I'm Mr. Liang's assistant. Mr. Liang was stabbed by Feng Zhikui's henchmen at the foot of the mountain in the early morning. He's now living in the temple."