Xiang Yanming remained calm and said, "How could it be fake? Since Tang Xiaobao asked him to help, it must be correct. Besides, I've seen checks before. They've prepared them long ago. Look, this is our company's name on it."

The fat man didn't say anything and just sat there in a daze.

He really wanted to call Tang Xiaobao, but he didn't know what to say.

Thank you?

It seems like I really should say thank you.

Is it useful?

It seems that it is really unnecessary.

Xiang Yanming and his wife don't think so.

"Son, why are you standing there? Give Xiao Tang a call. He's helped me so much, you should at least say thank you, right?"

He urged.

The fat man hesitated: "What did I say?"

"Say thank you, call now." Cao Jianghua was also anxious: "We can't let others think we are ungrateful. If you don't know what to say, call and I will tell you."

"Forget it, let me say it." Xiang Yanming said quickly. He was a little scared. After Cao Jianghua started talking, he didn't know what else he would say.

The fat man had no choice but to call Tang Xiaobao, but he didn't expect the call to go through right away.

"Hey, Fatty, are you sober?"

Tang Xiaobao laughed on the phone.

When the fat man heard this address, he felt much more relieved and laughed and scolded: "Damn, you are so mean. You deliberately forced me to drink last night. Now I have a headache."

"Haha, who told you to have such a poor alcohol tolerance? It's only six bottles, and you're already drunk like that. Tsk tsk, I say, you need to practice harder, or you'll get drunk again next time."

"Another time? You wish! I won't drink next time."

"Haha, do you think it's up to you?"

"Forget it. I'll drink with you next time. I wasn't in the mood last night."

"Tsk, I don't know how much you can drink. Let me tell you, I can handle a lot now. Last night, Lao Yuan and I each drank half a catty, and nothing happened. If you compete with me in drinking, you'll just get beaten!"

Seeing his parents kept giving each other looks, the fat man hesitated.

If I really ask him to say thank you, it seems like he can't say it.

"Are you okay? If not, I'll hang up. I'm driving."

"No."

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly."

"Um, I'm at the store, thanks."

"What are you thanking me for? I don't understand." "Ma Ming said it all."

The other party hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "What are you thanking me for? Isn't it too formal for us to say thank you between each other?"

"Anyway, thank you."

"Fake, boring."

Xiang Yanming snatched the phone away and said to Tang Xiaobao, "Xiao Tang, I'm your Uncle Xiang. Thank you so much for what happened today. If it weren't for you, we would be in trouble."

"Uncle Xiang, is everything settled? Fatty and I are close friends, so don't be shy. This is just a piece of cake."

"Well, do you have time? How about we treat you to dinner tonight?"

"Oh, Uncle Xiang, don't be so polite. I'm going back to my hometown today. Let's talk about it another day. Or I can come to your house for dinner and ask Aunt Cao to make tofu pudding for me. I haven't forgotten the taste in these years. It's so delicious."

Cao Jianghua snatched the phone away and said with a smile, "Xiao Tang, whenever you come to the city again, you must come. I will make tofu pudding for you. As much as you want."

"Okay, Auntie, I'm going back to Bazhong in a few days, and I'll come to your house for dinner then."

"Okay, then Auntie will wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Cao Jianghua was still not satisfied.

When she turned around, she saw both the father and son looking at her with strange eyes.

She felt a little embarrassed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You talk too much." Xiang Yanming curled his lips.

The fat man also curled his lips: "Why do I feel like I'm not your biological child? You haven't been so nice to me, Mom. This is not good."

"Yes, this is not good." Xiang Yanming also agreed.

"Hey, did you take the wrong medicine today?" Cao Jianghua glared at her husband and said, "Hurry to the bank, son, let's go home."

"Why go home? We still have business to do." said the fat man.

"Let's not do business today and go home. You just said that you are not my biological child, right? Today I will cook a table full of your favorite dishes. Oh, and your favorite braised pork is also included, so that you can feel what it means to be my biological child. Let's celebrate!" Cao Jianghua said with a smile.

The fat man frowned and said, "Forget it, calm down and don't let others laugh at you."

"That's right." Xiang Yanming nodded and said to his son, "By the way, son, you should come to this store and take care of the business from now on. Practice early, and this whole business will be yours in the future."

"Okay." The fat man also wanted to do business, so he replied.

"I think you should give up that bookstall. You work here during the day, so you won't have time to set up a stall at night. Our family doesn't need that little money." Xiang Yanming said.

Cao Jianghua also said: "That's right, don't work too hard, and give the bookstall to the owner as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, the fat guy who never liked studying changed his ways today and said seriously, "I have to go to the stall tonight, so this is a good opportunity to recharge. I haven't suffered any hardship since I was a child, so this is a good opportunity to hone my skills."

The couple was dumbfounded, staring at their son as if they had seen a ghost.

Hey, what happened today? Why did you suddenly change your personality?

…

Chen Mengyao has been in a bad mood these days.

Li Jing's life or death is unknown.

She won't have peace of mind until the news is confirmed.

Secretary Xiaomei had noticed that something was wrong with her a long time ago, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Chen Mengyao is quite strict in the company, and her aura is strong enough. Once she puts on a stern face, no one dares to talk to her easily.

I feel scared.

Suddenly, the secretary's phone rang.

Xiaomei answered the call. It was from the front desk. She covered the phone and asked Shen Mengyao, "Mr. Shen, there is a guest named Zhang Xiong who wants to see you."

Chen Mengyao suddenly stood up and said anxiously, "Hurry up and ask him to come up."

After saying that, she paced back and forth in the office, looking uneasy.

Xiaomei was a little confused. Who on earth was Zhang Xiong? Why did Mr. Shen lose his composure when he heard he was coming?

Soon, she met Zhang Xiong, and then everything became clear to her.

She saw it a few days ago.

Zhang Xiong came in with a file bag in his hand.

"Quick, make a cup of tea." Chen Mengyao said.

“No need, Mr. Shen,” Zhang Xiong said.

Chen Mengyao glanced at Xiaomei and said, "You go out first."

Xiaomei nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her.

There was no one else here, so Chen Mengyao asked anxiously, "How's the investigation going?"

"There are some clues."

Zhang Xiong sat on the sofa, pulling out a stack of documents from a file bag and handing them to Chen Mengyao, saying, "What we can confirm now is that Li Jing is indeed dead, murdered. These are photos taken at the scene, and here is the phone she used before she died."

Chen Mengyao took the stack of photos and looked at them for a long time. Suddenly, she leaned back on the sofa, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away. She felt sorry when she thought about Li Jing being killed at such a young age. Then she felt heartbroken when she thought about Li Jing's meticulous care and protection for her.