Chapter 222 Is this man still him?

"Why didn't it go well?" He Sang said meaningfully, "I didn't have a performance. I went to rehearsal."

The short-haired lady was puzzled. "Isn't this a massage? Why are you asking so many questions?"

"Right, right, right. Madam Third Young Master, you've never had a massage from a male technician, right?" Mrs. Zhao gestured for the waiter to bring a robe. "Please experience it once. The male technician's hands are strong and very comfortable."

He Sang unbuttoned his coat and jokingly said, "Is this a regular service?"

Mrs. Zhao was at a loss for words. "If there really were irregular services, would I dare let you try them? If you and the Third Young Master file a complaint, my club will be shut down tomorrow."

He Sang shook his phone and said, "It's a call from a colleague. I'm going out to answer it."

Mrs. Short Hair watched her leave and nudged Mrs. Zhao with her elbow. "Mrs. Xiao Liang's temperament has changed."

"What's different?"

"Dignified and generous, the Third Young Master has good taste."

"A woman from a wealthy family, with money in her pocket, a baby in her belly, a husband in bed, and a beautiful face, naturally has confidence." Mrs. Zhao lay back and enjoyed herself. "The Third Young Master doesn't have any extramarital affairs, doesn't have any mistresses, has plenty of money, and dotes on her. She'll have something to show off in the future."

"What a life! I can't envy it." The short-haired lady also lay down.

The lights in the house were turned off.

He Sang stood at the door and winked at Manager Cui to go next door.

"Your reward." She held a bank card between her index and middle fingers. "Password 199512. You can withdraw 20,000 yuan a day. Don't be greedy."

Manager Cui accepted the payment and took her to the third floor.

The third floor has a V-shaped layout, branching from the elevator door. On the left is a suite, a mahjong hall, and a finance office; on the right is a restaurant, an audio-visual room, and a wine cellar.

“Is there surveillance in the finance office?”

"The entire building's surveillance system is down tonight. It was security's fault. I'll fix it tomorrow morning."

He Sang met Manager Cui and felt deeply impressed that the company's middle management was actually more capable than the directors, and was truly smooth in their approach. "Manager Cui, you're really underemployed at the Health Club. Your qualifications are more than enough for a job at Yunhai Building."

He said respectfully, "If there is a chance, please introduce me to the Second Young Master."

He Sang turned his phone to silent mode, took off his shoes, and sneaked into the finance office.

There are two safes in the south, one big and one small. The big one has a combination lock, and the small one has a metal lock.

She took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole, but the gears didn't fit and she couldn't turn it.

Drawers, under tables, bookshelves, unlocked boxes.

The corridor on the third floor was empty and echoing. He Sang had sharp ears and a guilty conscience. She noticed someone outside the door and ran along the wall to the back of the door.

The door frame was about six or seven centimeters wide. She stretched herself like a stick, trying to cover most of her body to prevent the shadow cast by the light from seeping through the crack in the door and exposing her whereabouts.

Mrs. Zhao was puzzled. "She's not in the restaurant, not in the audio-visual room. Is she gone?"

The short-haired lady said, "He Sang is polite and will greet us."

"Did she come into the wrong house?"

The moment the door lock turned, she almost suffocated.

"Mrs. Zhao." Suddenly a man called out.

He Sang's pupils dilated.

It was Liang Chihui's voice.

Mrs. Zhao was even more puzzled at this moment. "Second Young Master, why are you in my guildhall?"

"Oh? It's Mrs. Zhao's club." Liang Chihui was also surprised. "My friend said that the red wine here tastes good. I love wine, and I really want to try it."

"What a coincidence! I have a bottle of 1977 Romanee-Conti in my wine cellar. It has an authentic rose aroma and tastes great. Second Young Master likes it. Shall we go upstairs and try it?"

Liang Chihui raised his eyebrows. "Mrs. Zhao is willing to give away such precious wine?"

"It's not free. When the Second Young Master inherits the Liang Group, you can take out more loans, and we, Old Zhao, will get a commission." Mrs. Zhao smiled, glancing uncomfortably at the finance office, trying to get rid of him. "You go downstairs first. I'll go get some wine."

He ignored it and said, "I'm with Mrs. Zhao and we're visiting the wine cellar."

Mrs. Zhao had no choice but to lead the way. Liang Chihui glanced at the closed door and knocked lightly, as if intentionally or unintentionally.

He Sang shuddered.

The man seemed to have a pair of X-ray eyes. Seeing how panicked she was at the moment, he couldn't help laughing, "Hide your little fox tail."

After saying this, he walked away.

He Sang's legs went weak and he squatted down, holding onto the door, gasping for breath.

There was an obvious unfamiliarity between Mrs. Zhao and Liang Chihui.

The atmosphere is not fake, and it can't be faked.

He Sang had a hunch that he was most likely not the mastermind behind the accusation that Liang Jishen had taken bribes.

She breathed a sigh of relief and carefully slipped out of the finance office. Manager Cui had already arranged for the security guards and waiters, so even if Mrs. Zhao arranged for someone to go upstairs, they would not "discover" anything unusual.

It was 4:30 and the restaurant was not open yet, so there were no customers.

He Sang carefully searched the ordering counter, looking for any possible place where stolen goods might be hidden, but still found nothing.

When she was about to lose heart, her phone screen indicated that she had received a text message from Liang Chihui.

Twelve words: wine cellar, high floor, mahogany box, key on the door.

He Sang froze and straightened his back involuntarily.

Liang Chihui knew what she was looking for.

He followed Mrs. Zhao to the wine cellar with ulterior motives. Not only did he help her explore the way, he also stole the key without anyone noticing.

Manager Cui told He Sang that the club had four floors in total, and he could go anywhere except the wine cellar on the right side of the third floor.

The market value of the wine in the wine cellar is as high as hundreds of millions. Mrs. Zhao is worried that her subordinates will replace the real wine with fake wine and resell it, so she only has one key, and even the patrolling security guards cannot enter.

He Sang walked out of the restaurant and turned around the forked staircase.

The wine cellar was converted from a warehouse. It was originally used to store massagers and physiotherapy equipment, so it is on the third floor instead of the basement.

A reinforced mahogany door with a key in it.

She pushed the door open, and the wine cellar was dark, with no windows and no light.

The structure of the inner second layer.

There were more than a dozen huge boxes piled up on the upper floors, all of which were locked.

He Sang turned on the flashlight on her mobile phone. The second floor was about four meters high. She stepped on the iron and aluminum frame and climbed up.

The box at the very edge was sealed and marked "s".

s, deep.

A touch of the fingertips, a faint smell of ink.

The wine cellar is not ventilated and the ink dries slowly, proving that it is a newly sealed box.

He Sang took photos of the scene and planned to contact Lao Yang and call the police immediately, but there was no signal.

In her haste, she missed the aluminum frame and fell backwards.

Several boxes around her also fell and hit her with a crackling sound. The suitcases were very heavy, and the sharp corners of the lid scraped her shoulders and neck, leaving traces of blood.

The next second, an arm grabbed her around the waist and she dodged the largest box. There was a loud "thump", and dust flew all over the ground. She was blocked and had no way to escape.

He Sang struggled instinctively, but the man reacted quickly, placing his left hand on the back of her head. Her head slammed into his palm, while the back of his hand slammed hard against the wall, causing the raised knuckles to rub and sting.

"Don't shout, it's me."

In a narrow corner, Liang Chihui's mouth exhaled the rich aroma of wine.

He Sang curled up in his chest, unable to move forward or backward, with their two bodies completely squeezed together.

His shirt was also wrinkled, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke was masked by the strong smell of alcohol.

Unlike Liang Jishen's tough and powerful personality, he is as gentle as the wind and the moon.

He Sang was a little dazed. At this moment, was Liang Chihui the one in the Liang Group office?

Such intimidating, cold, and subtly suppressed madness.

Is it really him?

It is clearly the bright moon and gentle breeze, as warm as jade.