Chapter 339 Hit Him

He Sang shuddered all over.

Hit the snake at its most vulnerable point.

Liang Chihui has been in the world of fame and fortune, and he knows too well what is a big trouble and what is a small trouble.

He pinched Liang Jishen's soft spot.

Played a "game within a game".

In the outside situation, Liang Jishen was responsible for a life.

The bureau inside was that he disobeyed the provincial government's orders and violated the rules.

Song He's father is an ordinary citizen, while Liang Jishen is from the powerful class. If they fan the flames a little, the situation will get out of control.

Liang Chihui deliberately misled the public, concluding that Liang Jishen was the culprit. Once the powerful and influential implicate human lives, truth or falsehood becomes irrelevant; public opinion is irreversible. If the provincial government had clarified the matter for him, it would have been shirking responsibility and shielding him; if it hadn't, it would have been tacit agreement and a guilty conscience.

It was easy to bring down Liang Jishen.

It's a big trouble.

As for disobeying orders and violating regulations, Liang Jishen had made great contributions after all, so his merits and demerits offset each other. Moreover, he was in business and his position was different. Lao Zhang and Lao Jiang publicly issued an internal notice of criticism, and imposed fines and bonuses, which was enough to shut up the gossips.

It's a minor inconvenience.

The most urgent task is to solve the big trouble and make Song's mother change her words. Liang Jishen was wronged and he was saving people. Song's father was not implicated by him. It was purely an accident.

Clarification is one thing, and forcing Liang Chihui to give up is another.

As long as Liang Chihui doesn't give up, this old incident will be a bombshell. He will hire Song's mother to take advantage of him from time to time. Liang Jishen will never have a peaceful life.

Liang Chihui must completely give up the idea of taking advantage of Song's mother.

How to eliminate it.

Wrapped in was a person Liang Chihui cared about and couldn't bear to hurt.

He Sang finished his performance and took his curtain call at 5:30 in the evening.

Liang Chihui waited for her at the theater entrance until she got off work.

The little girl came out holding her arm, and Liang Chihui blew the whistle.

"Second Master Liang, my loyal husband, can't you leave our Sister Sang for a moment?"

He smiled and said, "I can't leave."

"When are you going to marry Sister Sang?" The little girl poked her head in. The carriage was filled with the scent of men's perfume, which was clear, cool, and pleasant.

"If she agrees, I'll marry her right away."

"So it's Sister Sang who didn't agree." The little girl sniffed. "Second Master Liang, what brand of perfume is that?"

"My mother had it custom-made in France. I don't know the brand." He took out a perfume bottle from the cabinet, one-third of it remaining. "Try it. The fragrance lasts a long time. Go to the counter and choose a similar fragrance."

The little girl was so happy that she gushed out a lot, "Sister Sang, this is the gift for your wedding."

He Sang glanced at her and stretched his seatbelt. "You didn't pronounce two lines clearly. Did the dean deduct your salary?"

"Six hundred was deducted, and three hundred for each sentence." The girl gritted her teeth, "My base salary is only eight thousand."

Liang Chihui pressed the start button, and the girl hurriedly returned the perfume to him, but he declined.

He never used anything that had been touched by a strange woman.

"Mrs. Qiu is watching the drama in the VIP seats." He Sang inserted the safety buckle.

Liang Chihui drove calmly, his profile handsome and gentle, "Yeah."

"She told me that someone was maliciously harassing the third brother, and he was in a difficult situation." He Sang observed the emotional changes on his face.

His emotions were so stable that there wasn't even the slightest fluctuation.

The plot is done secretly, the murder is done without blinking an eye, and the murder is done without bloodshed.

"If the third brother had no loopholes, there would be no trouble. Since there are loopholes, no one can be blamed." Liang Chihui tilted his head and took advantage of the red light to gently hold her hand. "Don't mention him, mention us."

She smiled, and the corners of her eyes curved up, like a clear crescent lake, which struck Liang Chihui, "What are you talking about us?"

"Didn't your colleague urge us to get married?"

"You took her urging seriously." He Sang pulled his hand back, straightened his collar, and stroked the Band-Aid on his brow. "Assistant Fan changed it for you?"

Liang Chihui's smile faded, the temperature on his face dropped, and he stared at her.

Using subtle affectionate gestures as a pretext to change the subject was her usual way of dealing with him.

He looked straight ahead and stopped talking.

......

The next morning, Mrs. Qiu went to Yishan Manor to pick up He Sang and went to China Overseas Group.

Liang Jishen spent the night in the office, and a large number of reporters also stayed there all night.

At nine o'clock, the company's door was opened, and bodyguards lined up on both sides, holding huge black umbrellas to cover Liang Jishen, leaving only the area below the waist exposed. He was wearing black trousers, with a faint swaying arm, and a shirt of the same color.

The Hongqi L5 was parked at the foot of the steps. Cheng Xun opened the door swiftly. The moment Liang Jishen bent down to get into the car, the bodyguard put away his umbrella.

Reporters swarmed over, blocking their way and shouting at the top of their lungs, "Is it true that Mr. Liang's undercover work seven years ago led to the death of an innocent guide?"

"Why did you hide it? Don't you want to take responsibility?"

"The deceased's widow is accusing you of serious negligence. The deceased died because of your involvement—"

Cheng Xun raised the baffle to block out the scene inside the car.

"Mr. Liang isn't a celebrity, so why are these reporters interviewing him?" Mrs. Qiu raged. "He's the CEO of Zhonghai Group, he's a very powerful figure, not just any wealthy businessman. Even if Mr. Liang made a mistake, there are city and provincial regulators. Why would they have the right to complain? The higher-ups haven't even reached their conclusions yet. Scare these reporters to death with the charge of defamation!"

"They're not journalists." He Sang noticed something was amiss. "Interviewing the heads of the 'Three Zhong Groups'—Zhonghai, Zhongsheng, and Zhongyuan—is an official assignment. Without official notification from the Hebei Provincial Government, reporters wouldn't have been able to do it. They have professional codes of conduct, unlike the entertainment paparazzi who have no moral compass."

Mrs. Qiu was confused. "Who are these people?"

"It's a self-media team, paid to stir up the heat and stir up public opinion. The bigger the hype, the more Ji Shen will be at the center of the storm, and the more severely the province will have to deal with him."

"Who would dare to plot against Mr. Liang, the CEO of Zhongsheng and Zhongyuan?" Mrs. Qiu denied it herself. "What's their intention? Everyone in the 'Sanzhong Group' works for the provincial government, receiving a fixed salary. There's no conflict of interest."

He Sang hadn't slept well the previous night and was feeling dizzy. "Did you make the appointment?"

"Let's meet at Qingfeng Teahouse."

The driver turned around and headed straight for the ring road.

Forty minutes later, He Sang got out of the car and followed Mrs. Qiu up to the second floor.

In box 204, Song He's mother was having tea and snacks.

Mrs. Qiu sat down opposite her. "Mrs. Song, you should know this Miss He, right?"

Song's mother stopped eating and stared at He Sang with hostility, "She has done such a disservice to my Xiao He. I would recognize her even if she were burned to ashes."

"Your daughter persecuted Miss He, and the court ruled that the evidence was conclusive. Are you questioning the law?"

"I know exactly what the relationship is between the Liang family's third son and the Municipal Bureau and Municipal Procuratorate."

"What's the connection?" He Sang's tone was chilling. "Liang Jishen has been fighting on the front lines for ten years. He's known for his integrity and self-discipline. He's never embezzled a penny, never used favoritism, and never cheated once. What gives you the right to lie about him?"

"Old Song is——"

"It was voluntary." He Sang also stared at her, his hostility growing stronger. "When Liang Jishen entered the primeval forest to hunt criminals, your husband knew there were traps everywhere, so he offered to be their guide. After your husband's death, Liang Jing gave the Song family 6.7 million yuan in condolence money, and the local police witnessed it. You admitted that Old Song volunteered and that it had nothing to do with Liang Jishen. Liang Jishen wanted to save him, but it was too late. The condolence money is gone, and Song He, the cash cow, has been uprooted again. Are you starting to bring up old scores?"

Song's mother said nothing.

"You've heard of Liang Jing, right?" He Sang moved his chair and sat next to her. "He's the most virtuous and credible person in all of Hebei Province. You're throwing this filthy water at him too. Do you think you have a chance of winning? Liang Jing has been in politics for seventeen years, with zero scandals, zero denunciations, and countless letters of thanks. If you keep insisting on doing this, you'll only be slapping yourself in the face."

Mother Song's lips twitched slightly.

Obviously panicked.

"You want money so you can live comfortably for the rest of your life, right?" He Sang leaned back in his chair. "You have money in your pocket, but are you lucky enough to spend it? You slandered Liang Jing and Liang Jishen, and even the man who ordered you to do it dared not do it openly. You will end up reuniting with Song He in prison."

Mother Song's hands trembled.

The tea spilled all over the table.

He Sang glanced at the tea table, which was soaked with water. "Follow my instructions on how to smooth things over. I promise they won't pursue you."