I don't know if I was just angry.

Even at this point, Huang Wenju still did not bow his head.

"Contract, you signed the contract!"

There was blood at the corner of his mouth and his hands were shaking like someone with Parkinson's disease.

Secretary Liu was a little worried after seeing this.

"After all, he's dead, and the villagers haven't received the compensation they deserve."

Also a talent.

Song Jinshu looked up at him and nodded, thinking that what Secretary Liu said made sense.

She took out a silver needle and, despite Huang Wenju's objection, forced him to receive an injection.

After one injection, Huang Wenju felt his whole body was unblocked.

I stopped vomiting blood and my hands stopped shaking, but I became even angrier!

After all, although he is the general manager, there are several shareholder bosses above him.

He got a lot from the deal with Zhang Huashan this time.

If he really goes by the original price, he will have to pay out at least 100 million!

He was determined to stick to the contract.

However, Song Jinshu could see into his heart at a glance.

"You do have a contract, but do the amounts on the contract really match the reports you've given the company?"

Huang Wenjuan choked up suddenly.

He sat down on the ground dejectedly, finally giving in completely.

If tax evasion and misappropriation of public funds are really discovered, it is not something that can be resolved by spending money.

Huang Wenju wiped his face, and when he stood up again, he looked like a different person.

There is no longer the arrogance and domineering attitude as before.

He had the contract reprinted...

He took out all the money that had been swallowed into his pocket, gritted his teeth, and paid the 10 million yuan that he had previously given to Zhang Huashan out of his own pocket. Then he walked tremblingly to Song Jinshu.

"Master, can we please let go of what happened before?"

After so long, even a pig would know where Song Jinshu came from.

Song Jinshu ignored him.

"The matter of misappropriation of public funds ends here."

She watched Zhang Junjun sign his name on the demolition payment, waved her hand, and left.

Zhang Wenjuan breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded and bowed as he saw Song Jinshu off.

As the car moved forward, Lan Yinuo looked at Huang Wenju in the rearview mirror and saw him slowly stand up straight, looking as if he was looking down on the villagers, and sneered.

Under Song Jinshu's instructions, he called the local tax bureau.

【Very satisfying! 】

【Hehehe, actually I also...】

[That's right, our master only said that he would not tolerate embezzlement of public funds, but he didn't say that he would not tolerate tax evasion!]

"No, aren't we watching the same plot? Why didn't I realize that guy was also evading taxes?"

[This is so hard to guess? The experts all said he cooked the books!]

[He's not just guilty of tax evasion, he's also guilty of bribery! Just wait, he's dead!]

Netizens are very satisfied with today's live broadcast content.

"Brother Yinuo, Sister Jinshu, thank you!"

Zhang Junjun also completely gave up the desire to commit suicide and sincerely thanked Lan Yinuo and Song Jinshu.

"You're welcome."

Song Jinshu nodded.

Lan Yinuo was a little excited.

"But you've seen that good people don't have a good ending!"

"Don't ever follow the example of your uncle and Huang Wenju."

Zhang Junjun agreed solemnly.

"When I was sleeping in the car before, my parents told me..."

When he said this, he glanced at Song Jinshu and covered his mouth.

Then he said, "Anyway, I will definitely be a good person in the future."

As he spoke, a flash of golden light of merit appeared.

Song Jinshu was surprised and touched his head.

"You will."

They returned to the orphanage together.

Yan Mosheng's business was also completed.

He took Xiao Liu and stood at the door of the orphanage.

Song Jinshu was surprised to find that this person's merits were even greater.

"Um?"

Song Jinshu got out of the car and naturally sat in Yan Mosheng's car.

"What have you been doing lately?"

Yan Mosheng paused.

Xiao Liu's breathing also became much lighter, and his expression looked strange.

Song Jinshu ignored Xiao Liu.

In her opinion, Xiao Liu has always been a little weird.

She still looked at Yan Mosheng.

Yan Mosheng hesitated and said, "Set up a factory, helped the provincial capital use technology to track down the whereabouts of the stolen money, and set up a fund?"

Song Jinshu seemed to be lost in thought.

"What fund?"

"Specifically for orphanages."

Song Jinshu leaned back in his chair and relaxed, feeling that he had found the reason.

Yan Mosheng immediately sped up his speech, "What happened at the Chengxin Orphanage is not an isolated case. This foundation will conduct strict audits when donating..."

*

By the time Song Jinshu returned to Hai City, the weekend was over.

After a few days of studying carelessly, the day of the mock exam came again.

Lan Yinuo was still howling like a ghost.

Song Jinshu looked at the drizzle outside and became interested.

"I'll return it to you tomorrow."

She took a tung oil umbrella from the principal's office.

"Haha, you use it, you use it."

The principal looked at Song Jinshu's report card and imagined the future again, so beautiful that he almost burst into tears.

I don't care at all.

After Song Jinshu went out, he turned on the live broadcast again.

I carefully checked my watch, tapped it twice, then banged my head. Finally, I went to the next office, checked my colleagues' watches, and asked them again. Finally, I mustered the courage to ask, "Isn't it school time? How did the master have time to livestream?"

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