Chapter 220 Terrible

"Don't ask any more questions." Liang Chihui said impatiently, "You are becoming less and less valuable. Liang Yanzhang went to Hainan for vacation, took Ji Xilan with him, and even wanted to take my mother with him, but ignored you."

Yao Na was afraid of him deep down. No one was not afraid of Liang Chihui.

She said nothing.

The man took a sip of coffee and said, "Get out."

Yao Na took two steps forward and turned her head. "Feng Zhikui wants to see his mistress and daughter."

Liang Chihui turned his back to the door and said, "It is said that Zhao Kai interrogated him again yesterday. Who did he confess?"

"He took it upon himself."

"Does Zhao Kai believe it?"

"So what if you don't believe it?" Yao Na sneered. "He's already investigated, and you've cooperated. This is an old case, and Zhao Kai hasn't been able to solve it yet. The higher-ups won't allow him to waste police resources. This case must be completely closed by May at the latest."

Liang Chihui stroked the handle of the ceramic cup. "He performed well. Let's arrange a meeting."

Yao Na came out of the general manager's office and returned to the secretariat. Standing in the blind spot of the surveillance camera, she carefully took out the recorder hidden in her underwear and played it against her ear. There was a humming noise.

Not a single word was recorded.

She was shocked.

Liang Chihui installed similar interference equipment in the general manager's office.

He never really trusted the people around him.

Yao Na grabbed the recorder and smashed it hard. It bounced off the ground and hit the wall again. She closed her eyes, paused for a moment, and threw it into her handbag at her workstation.

This man is so unfathomable.

How could there be a man who is so careful and calculated in every step?

Yao Na couldn't believe it.

With his status, who doesn’t have confidants?

Some things are entrusted to trusted people to handle, so that I can be a hands-off boss and live a leisurely and quiet life.

However, Ni Hong was loyal to him and still failed to win his heart.

What about others?

Yao Na knew that she had "fallen out of favor" with Liang Yanzhang, which aroused Liang Chihui's suspicion.

She and Weng Qiong are three or four points similar, which is enough to capture Liang Yanzhang. The fact that she failed to capture him means that she is not loyal.

......

He Sang took Liang Jing's car to the drama theater to punch in. Liang Jing was on his way to work, so he gave her a ride.

As she entered the lobby, three men called her from the sofa in the lounge area. The lead man produced a search warrant. "Ms. He? There's an anonymous complaint alleging that Mr. Liang Jishen, the general manager of China Overseas Group, has accepted bribes. We'd appreciate your cooperation as we need to search his residence."

He Sang's face turned pale. "Don't you know who he is? He would never do that."

The man didn't argue with her, "Please cooperate."

She took a deep breath and said, "I want to act. I haven't done anything wrong. You can't affect me."

Their businesslike attitude was, "You are General Manager Liang's fiancée. If physical evidence is found in the residence where you live together, I'm sorry, you probably won't have the chance to act anymore."

He Sang was so nervous that she was shaking all over. Something flashed through her mind, but it was gone before she could see clearly.

Suddenly a horn sounded outside the theater, but the Hongqi L5 did not leave. It stayed where it was, with its hazard lights on.

Old Yang got out of the driver's seat and waved, "Our Secretary Liang is in the car."

The three of them looked at each other and walked over. He Sang came to his senses and followed behind.

Liang Jing slowly lowered the car window, "What's the matter?"

The leading man leaned over and reported the situation to him.

"When was the report made?"

"today."

Liang Jing nodded calmly, "He Sang is my future sister-in-law. She's been living in the old house for the past week, and the servants testified. Even if you found evidence in Liang Jishen's house, she didn't go home, so she probably wasn't involved."

The man glanced at him and said, "Since they are an engaged couple..."

Liang Jing pushed the car door open. "I'm his elder brother. Our blood relationship is closer than our romantic relationship. Search my place first."

"No, no, no—" the man quickly pushed back the car door. "You've got to be kidding. How can I search your house?"

Liang Jing stopped and looked at him.

The man turned around and said, "Don't delay Miss He's work. Let's leave and wait for Miss He to get off work."

They walked towards the car across the street.

Liang Jing stared at He Sang and said, "Let's take care of the work first. I'll contact the third brother."

She nodded and ran back to the lobby.

Cui Manli is sitting in the dressing room now. She has disappeared for four months since she was demoted to the city theater troupe in January.

After Huang Biao's downfall, she looked much more haggard, no longer as glamorous as she once was. At her peak, Cui Manli only carried Hermès bags. He Sang bought a 150-yuan canvas bag and hung it next to her Hermès. She put on disposable gloves, took them off and threw them in the trash, then washed her hands with disinfectant.

The dean couldn't stand it anymore and lectured Cui Manli. She rolled her eyes and said, "Cheap bags are plague-infected. They are plague-infected!"

In this circle, fortunes change.

The financial sponsor is gone and the good days are over.

"Sister Sang, please be merciful and let me go!" Cui Manli approached He Sang. "I had a conflict with the team leader. He only let me go because of Huang Biao's face. Now Huang Biao is defeated, the team leader is targeting me everywhere, and my role has been taken away. After all, we have been colleagues for two years, and I still plan to keep this job."

He Sang looked at her and said, "The director of your troupe is a highly respected veteran actor. You respect him, so he has no reason to target you."

"He favors his own direct disciple! How can a stepfather be good to his stepdaughter?"

"As a pillar of the Municipal Theater, it's only right that you play the female lead. You're not satisfied with playing the female second, relying on Huang Biao's influence to bully others in the troupe and bully your colleagues. It's you who's unworthy of your position."

Cui Manli lost her confidence. "Sister Sang, I'll go back to the provincial theater. I'll play the second female lead... I'll accept the third female lead. They're investigating me, freezing my property and cash. I'm broke."

Colleagues at the theater all knew He Sang. He was a humble person, always trying to keep things quiet, and was easy to talk to.

If you give in, most people will forgive you.

However, He Sang was too busy to bother with Cui Manli, so she tactfully said, "Sister Sang, please consider it. I'm a good actress, so I can play a supporting role for you. It would also be a great stage effect, right?"

He Sang took out a comb and dipped it in water. A group of girls outside rushed into the backstage, shouting, "You like Liang Mi? Please ask Sister Sang, Liang Mi is her uncle!"

"He's so elegant..." a colleague said with twinkling eyes. "I found a video of him holding a Q&A session with reporters abroad. He was absolutely stunning!"

"Wipe your saliva."

"Are you annoying?"

They were playing and fighting together, and the little girl stumbled and bumped into the dressing table. He Sang happened to be combing her hair, and the comb fell from the corner of the table and broke into two pieces.

Mrs. Zhao gave her a yak horn comb, which was tougher than a yellow ox horn comb and would not break easily. She bent down out of curiosity and found that the comb was hollow, with a tiny key embedded in the crack at the end.

He Sang pulled out a key that was half the size of his little finger, and it was neither the house key nor the car key.

"Sister Sang, I'm sorry!" the little girl apologized, "It's a horn comb, right? I'll compensate you."

She clutched the key. "A comb isn't expensive. It's okay."

"Ah, a horn comb!" the little girl picked it up, saying to herself, "It has a unique shape and is in great condition..."

He Sang began to sweat uncontrollably on his back.