"What you said later is very good, but what do you mean by the ability to muddy the waters?! I was just setting things right! What have you been learning all day long?!"

Chen Qing got angry.

He Yuan ruffled her hair and laughed, "You're right, I'll go see what the beef jerky and honey that Mao Mao brought back look like."

Chen Qing: "..."

She was truly impressed.

But then he began to ponder what He Yuan had said.

It seems she really can do evil.

Chen Qing stroked his chin, one mischievous idea after another popping into his head, and he laughed at himself as he thought about it.

Excellent! The new position offers great opportunities. As a young person, she is determined to contribute to the country. This is both her duty and her honor!

Chen Qing silently recited the quotes in his heart, giving himself high praise, and in the days that followed, he happily selected a new factory director.

There are two main candidates for the new factory director.

— Lei Songyue

—Qin Qiuhe

Lei Songyue was the one who stabilized the rear, and the employees admired her greatly. Qin Qiuhe was progressive, adventurous, and relatively international.

Both of them are ambitious.

The ability is up to standard.

Dilemma...

"Auntie, your phone!" Xiaoyu called out.

Chen Qing answered the phone: "Hello, comrade, this is Chen Qing."

"Chen Qing, this is Yang Weibin. Acheng is dead. I'm informing you."

Yang Weibin's voice was calm and cold, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

A chill ran through Chen Qing's body, and his voice became hoarse: "How did it disappear?"

"He proposed to you, but you refused. He was afraid I would harm him, so he tried to get into export trade. He expanded too much and got scammed. He lost his house. He had no parents and no family to rely on, so he jumped off a high-rise building. Tell me, if it weren't for you, if he still had hope for the world, wouldn't he have survived?"

Yang Weibin's tone was somewhat mocking.

In the September air, Chen Qing's knuckles turned icy cold. She gripped the microphone tightly and said, "I am not his parent. As an adult, he is responsible for his own life. But as someone he once helped, I will go to the funeral to pay my respects."

"Tsk, so cold-hearted. Do you think Cheng will be disappointed when he finds out about your reaction? Chen Qing, you've gotten to this point, causing so many people to go to jail and killing quite a few. Can you sleep at night?"

What are you trying to say?

"You are a truly vicious woman."

"Thank you for the compliment. Where will Acheng's funeral be held?"

"He wrote a letter to you before he left, telling you to hold his funeral and that he wanted to be buried not far from your parents so that he could take care of them for you. You see, what a good person he was."

"You killed him, didn't you!"

“How could I? But people always have value. He just made the most of his life. Do you want Acheng to be properly laid to rest?” Yang Weibin asked with a smile.

Chen Qing's rage surged: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm not going to do anything, just replace the Party Secretary at the machinery factory. I believe you can do it."

Yang Weibin lost the support of a group of people from the machinery factory, losing more than five million yuan a year. How could she let Chen Qing off so easily?

He couldn't target Chen Qing's people, lest the couple turn on him in desperation, but he could kill one of A Cheng's henchmen.

A person who betrayed him.

They deserved to die!

It's already very merciful to let him linger on for a while.

Since they have no value when they are alive, they should be put to good use after they die.

"You're dreaming!"

"Then I'll record a video of him being torn to pieces and send it to you."

"..."

"Speak up! Why aren't you saying anything? Our kind and gentle Comrade Chen Qing, who is so good at planning and strategizing to protect the families of tens of thousands of people in the machinery factory, how could such a small matter stump you? It shouldn't be like this!"

"Yang Weibin, Yang Xiwen, the former secretary of the machinery factory, is your father, right?"

Who is that?

“I was the one who brought him down, I watched him die, you know? Before he died, his hair was all white, he looked so pathetic. I asked him what his biggest regret in life was, and he said, ‘Not seeing my child.’ Tsk tsk tsk, what a touching story. You said you were so close to him, if you had just put in a little more effort to get him, he would have survived. He was utterly wicked his whole life, but he was always plotting for you, and you still think he didn’t do enough. When he died, his death was gruesome and terrifying, and no relatives came to claim his body. How pitiful.”

You think anyone with even a shred of conscience would let their father, who gave everything for them, die?

"By the way, after your appearance was exposed, you must have been hunted down, right? That's why you got plastic surgery. Don't you think it would be interesting if I revealed your identity? Since I have so many lives on my hands, what difference would one more death make? If you die, wouldn't that be avenging A-Cheng?"

Chen Qinghong's lips curled up, and her eyes sharpened.

The original owner's family was destroyed by Yang Xiwen, and now Yang Weibin dares to act arrogantly in front of her! Ha!

She had been investigating Yang Weibin's whereabouts. His parents and siblings were clearly listed in the documents, so she didn't think much of it until Yang Weibin mentioned the 'machinery factory,' which suddenly reminded her of Yang Xiwen. She had only intended to test him, but when Yang Weibin heard about the gruesome death of Yang Xiwen, his breathing became heavier, which was enough to prove that he was Yang Xiwen's son!

Yang Weibin's eyes flashed with hatred: "Director Chen is really good at talking. Even if you couldn't be a prostitute in ancient times, you could still be a storyteller."

"That's it? Seriously, you're not as composed as your dad. Even when I scolded him until he vomited blood, he remained very composed. You should learn from him. Look at you, how long have you been hiding it? You've already revealed your true nature. Your dad hid it for decades for your sake. You can't even make money, and you're about to die. How pitiful."

"Who do you think you are...?"

"Nobody, just someone who sent your powerful father to his death and repeatedly cut off your source of income." Chen Qing's eyes flashed coldly, then he couldn't help but laugh, "Your methods of threatening people are so childish, don't you think? I was very sad when Acheng died, but he was just a man who had done me a favor. Compared to my own interests, what does he amount to? You don't care about someone's life or death, but I care about what happens after someone's death. Just how kind and noble do you think I am?"

"you……"

"Keep an eye on your movements." Chen Qing hung up the phone, casually tied her hair into a low ponytail, and said to He Yuan in the kitchen, "I'm going to work overtime. Save some food for me later."

Back at his desk, Chen Qing found the phone number of the president of the Hong Kong Chamber of Commerce, dialed it, and promised the approval that everyone was clamoring for: "Find Acheng's body and give him a proper burial. Please." (End of Chapter)