Even after entering the elevator, Song Yuanchao still managed to stay upright, and didn't forget to give the CCTV camera a high middle finger.
But once he stepped out of the elevator, he lost control. He stumbled and fell backward, crashing straight into Nie Han.
"Brother Song!" Nie Han quickly helped him up.
Chen Rou called to the driver, "Drive faster, take Songzi to Yanghe Hospital."
...
Half an hour later, at the VIP area of the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital outpatient clinic.
Song Yuanchao lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, his clothes completely pulled back, revealing bruises all over his body.
Nie Han reached out and gently stroked the huge footprint on his waist, then pinched Nie Jiajun in anger.
Nie Jiajun shrugged, silently protesting: Is it really worth it for a bodyguard from mainland China?
The outpatient doctor remarked, "This gentleman is truly remarkable. Judging from the footprints and bruises on his body, he would have suffered at least one of his organs—liver, gallbladder, or spleen—ruptured, leading to fatal bleeding. However, he knew how to protect his organs, so he only sustained minor injuries."
Chen Rou shook hands with the doctor: "Don't be stingy with the medicine, we have plenty of money, please make sure he gets better."
"It is our duty to treat and save lives, so please rest assured, Mrs. Nie," the doctor said.
Chen Rou originally wanted to take Nie Han with her.
But seeing that she was determined not to leave, he asked Uncle Ming to send a bodyguard to accompany her, and only took Uncle Ming and Nie Jiajun home.
After leaving the hospital, Uncle Ming sighed, "Song Zai is probably the highest-paid mainland Chinese in all of Hong Kong, but he deserves it."
Whether you're a soldier or a policeman, hitting people is a required course, as is being hit. Chen Rou was also beaten when she went undercover at the KK Park. Although she was very angry to see Song Yuanchao was badly injured, she didn't feel much emotional distress.
These kinds of people aren't afraid of pain; what they're afraid of is failing to complete their mission.
Regardless of whether Yu Zhengrong wakes up or not, Nie Zhao's assassination crisis has been resolved. There is no gun barrel behind his head that he can aim at at any time, and he can now fully help his seniors wipe out the pirates. Her heart is at ease.
Of course, although Nie Jiajun was full of anticipation, Chen Rou still did not take him to see Nie Yao.
Poor eldest grandson of the Nie family was tricked by Xiniang again and went home sullenly.
But actually, he is not the most depressed person in the Nie family right now. There is someone even more depressed than him, and that is his uncle, the person in charge, Mr. Nie Zhao. Originally, the third wife of the Nie family would meet with Mr. Nie every night, whether there was something to do or not, or inquire about Mr. Nie's health. But ever since she killed Yu Sir, she has stopped asking about him.
In the dead of night, upon hearing that his wife had returned, he went up and down the elevator five or six times, waiting to bump into her. However, she took the stairs to see Zhui Feng, while he stood in the elevator with a big smile. When the elevator doors opened, a listless Nie Jiajun and a yawning Uncle Ming entered. By the time he caught up with her, his wife had already gone upstairs.
...
The next morning, Chen Rou checked the money in her account, estimated which portion she could use, and then called the Third Wool Mill again. It wasn't a miracle, but rather a matter of personal connections; Li Xia answered the phone: "Hello."
Chen Rou suppressed a laugh and said, "It's me, Li Xia, your overseas connections. Have your factory leaders discussed it? Is the factory facing any difficulties? How much investment do you think you need? I'm planning to wire some money to you first."
This factory is small, and the factory director and party secretary work face-to-face. They were already prepared to make exorbitant demands and squeeze money out of foreign investors.
The two leaders rushed over, pointing to the prepared drafts for Li Xia, their eyes wide with anger.
Li Xia felt they were asking for far too much, and she couldn't bring herself to say it. However, just yesterday, the factory manager had arranged housing for her. Although it was only a one-bedroom apartment, at least her husband wouldn't have to share a single bed with her during his vacations. She gritted her teeth and said, "The factory leaders said they wanted a full 100,000 yuan, but sister, if you're short on money, we can forget about it..."
The workers in the wool mill only earn a few dozen yuan a month, and a few hundred yuan a year.
The factory manager and secretary demanded a staggering 100,000 yuan, a huge sum of money. Li Xia was worried that the girl on the other end of the phone wouldn't be able to come up with that much money, which would be extremely embarrassing.
“I’ll give you 500,000, Sister Li Xia. Give me your factory’s public account number, and I’ll have someone send you the foreign currency. You can exchange it for RMB at the bank. As for the contract, we can sign it when I arrive,” Chen Rou said.
The factory director and the Party Secretary were listening nearby. Before Li Xia could even process how much 500,000 foreign exchange was, she heard a thud as the Party Secretary collapsed to the ground.
The factory manager's lips twitched and his hands trembled, looking like he was about to have a stroke, yet he still said, "Quickly, report it! Report the account number."
Even if the entire Third Wool Mill were sold as a package, it wouldn't fetch 500,000.
This isn't just good luck, it's cow dung, and not even from a yellow cow, but from a huge, warm pile of yak dung!
...
Song Yuanchao earns HK$80,000 a month. This month, because he was beaten on behalf of his boss, he received an extra bonus. Chen Rou has an account that originally belonged to the original owner of the body. Originally, there were tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars in the account. However, in the past few months, first, the Nie family's public account deposited HK$200,000 into her account every month, and then Nie Zhao himself deposited HK$3 million into her account. In addition, the account she held on behalf of Han Yuzhu also received hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars in commissions every month. She can be considered a small-time rich woman.
Since she will not be born in Shenzhen, it is highly likely that the original owner will not return.
She fought through a hail of bullets, and being able to spend money on the people she loved made her feel incredibly happy.
Everything should be done step by step, so the next day, she consulted a lawyer and sought advice. According to the current investment promotion policies in mainland China, she first called the Shenzhen Investment Promotion Bureau to inform them of her intention to cooperate with the wool mill. Only then did she hand over her account to Uncle Ming and ask him to find the accountant to transfer money to the wool mill.
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