Back to outside the intensive care unit, here at Nie Rong's place.
He was still in his hospital room at the moment, with only Secretary An and Nie Jiayu by his side.
Secretary An braced her shoulder against the door, gripping a gun in one hand, standing guard at the door like a frightened bird.
Nie Jiayu was still young and didn't know that baldness would be the biggest midlife crisis for all men. He squatted at his grandfather's feet, constantly pulling at his thick hair. Every now and then, he would look up at his grandfather, his eyes filled with innocent and foolish clarity. Of course, he was still naive, so it was normal that he didn't know what was going on.
Nie Rong's face was sallow, and his hair, which hadn't been carefully washed and styled by his personal secretary, was oily and sweaty, lying flat on his head. His face was also covered in sweat, so much so that his glasses slipped off and were crooked on his nose.
His heart was pounding, and his mouth was surrounded by a purplish-blue ring, a terrifying shade of blue.
And that's only because he got a good night's sleep last night.
Fortunately, the trouble only started this morning. Otherwise, at this moment, with all his bodyguards deserting him, even his most trusted head butler missing, and his youngest son on the verge of death because of this, he would have had a heart attack and died. But because he had a good sleep, he is okay and can hold on.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the direction of the intensive care unit, and he shuddered violently.
Secretary An was more than just a secretary; he was related to Nie Rong by marriage. He was the grandson of Nie Rong's aunt and addressed Nie Rong as "uncle." Upon hearing the gunshot, Secretary An was so frightened that he forgot to call him "Chairman" and asked softly, "Uncle, there was a gunshot. We don't know who killed whom. Shall we call the police?"
The Nie family, the richest family in Hong Kong, spends tens of millions of dollars a year on security.
But when something really happens, they have to call the police and ask the officers for help. Isn't that a joke?
Moreover, the moment it was discovered that Mei Baoshan was the mastermind, calling the police became a joke.
As soon as Secretary An mentioned calling the police, Nie Jiayu grabbed the mobile phone on the table, but Nie Rong shouted, "Put it down!"
Nie Jiayu held up his mobile phone, his face filled with fear and helplessness: "Grandpa, the bodyguards have rioted and are killing my uncle. If we don't call the police soon, they'll come and kill us."
Secretary An also said, "Uncle, let's call the police, otherwise we won't be able to leave Yanghe today."
Nie Rong glanced sideways and sneered, "Don't you know that I just had Mei Baoshan deliver 5 million to Detective No. 2 last month?"
Hong Kong is in complete chaos these days. Corruption is rampant within the police force. Junior officers are treated like beasts of burden, constantly running themselves ragged, while senior officers have all sorts of ways to accept bribes that the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) can't detect, and accumulating wealth is commonplace.
Businessman like Nie Rong was their corrupt covenant, providing them with daily tributes and feeding a bunch of parasites.
Secretary An was shocked by these words, his face filled with sorrow. He raised his gun and said, "Uncle, although I don't know much about martial arts and my marksmanship is not good, anyone who wants to hurt you will have to step over me."
Nie Jiayu was still young and naive. Confused, he asked, "Grandpa, you've already given money to the police chief, why didn't you call the police?"
Although Nie Rong had a bad temper, he always ignored his grandsons and never laid a hand on them.
But at this moment, he was so angry at Nie Jiayu's stupidity that he raised his hand and slapped him: "Idiot!"
Although Grandpa was old, he still had strength in his hands. The slap made Nie Jiayu's head buzz and his cheek burn with pain. This boy was stubborn, and this was the first time he had ever been hit. Although it was Grandpa who hit him, he was not convinced. So he covered his cheek and howled again: "How am I stupid? You guys are always giving money to the police chief, but when it really matters, you don't even dare to call the police. You guys are the stupid ones!"
Just then, someone pushed the door open or slammed it shut, and the door started making a loud banging noise.
Secretary An, leaning against the door, pleaded with a sob in her voice, "Young Master Ayu, please shut up, don't provoke the Chairman."
It's not that Nie Jiayu didn't understand, nor that he cursed. Indeed, at this moment, Nie Rongjing, who had always considered himself clever, only realized his own foolishness and stupidity after seeing Chen Rou.
Here's what happened.
He, the youngest son of Hong Kong's richest man, was kidnapped by pirates and nearly died in a foreign land. There must be a mastermind behind this.
Moreover, needless to say, there's a 90% chance that the mastermind is within the Nie family.
Last night, after the surgery, Chen Rou took a risky step by asking to take over the security team.
He guessed her intention and agreed.
That was a risky move. If Chen Rou was the mastermind, he would die a horrible death.
But of course he would trust her, because she had brought his son, his very youngest son, back from the pirate den.
The only person he could offend during his transfer of power was Mei Baoshan.
When he agreed to Chen Rou's request to transfer power, he was actually resentful. He wanted to gamble with Chen Rou, betting on Mei Baoshan's loyalty, and also betting on the loyalty of the security team that he had built at a cost of tens of millions a year.
This is also an attempt to indirectly prove a hypothesis: Nie Zhao's kidnapping was his own problem, not the Nie family's problem.
But just one night later, on this morning, he was proven wrong.
He slapped his grandson across the face. The grandson was in pain, but his heart ached even more. He felt both pain and shame, because reality was worse than he had imagined.
Undoubtedly, he had always believed that the loyal Mei Baoshan had rebelled, and he knew just how influential Mei was in the Nie family.
He didn't even need to show his face; he could send someone to assassinate Nie Zhao by remotely issuing orders.
Nie Rong was powerless to resist and didn't even dare to call the police because he had paid for the bribery of the second police chief, but Mei Baoshan had delivered the money. So, when the two of them turned against each other, who would the second police chief help?
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