There was a monk in the temple who knew medicine. After examining Wu Yuntao, he said, "The coccyx is broken. Send him to the hospital!"

Master Yuanhui had no choice but to call an ambulance. After Wu Yuntao was carried into the car, he went to check the place where he fell. He walked back and forth more than ten times, and he was still steady.

"Strange, the road is smooth and there is no moss, how could he fall?"

Master Yuanhui was puzzled.

"Maybe I've done too many bad things!"

The apprentice said casually.

Master Yuanhui put his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha!"

Ruan Baobao and his friends donated some incense money to the temple and then returned to the city.

An Zi asked his subordinates to deliver the photos he had just taken to the company's newspaper.

"Let them use their creativity. The more eye-catching the title, the better!"

Anzi told his men that he had acquired the newspaper last year and that it was basically he who had the newspaper report all the negative news about the Wu family in the past two years.

The newspaper editors who received the instructions were immediately cheered up. As writers, what they liked most was to express themselves freely. The boss was really understanding.

The editors, letting themselves go, wrote a report with great enthusiasm and gave it a very eye-catching title:

Wu Yuntao called an ambulance at the temple, suspected he would not live long!

That night, the printing factory worked overtime to finish the work. The next day, the news that Wu Yuntao was suspected to have died spread throughout the city. After a day of fermentation, it was rumored that Wu Yuntao had died.

It just so happened that the Wu family invited a high monk to perform a ritual to verify the authenticity of these rumors.

"It's absolutely true. I have a relative who works for the Wu family. Wu Yuntao hasn't been home for a long time. They even invited a monk to pray for his soul to rest in peace. The workers are talking about it privately. Wu Yuntao's death was very unusual!"

"Is it an unexpected death? Please ask a monk to help the vengeful spirit to rest in peace?"

"It's possible. Otherwise, who would hold a ritual for 49 days? It must be to exorcise the resentful spirits!"

…

The rumor was spread so seriously that Wu Yuntao was already dead among the people.

What followed was the depreciation of Wu Group's stock, which plummeted all the way to the lowest point in history. Wu Yuntao, who was lying in the hospital, was so angry that he almost choked after receiving a report from his assistant.

"Hold a press conference. I want to attend in person!"

"The doctor told you to rest!"

The assistant tried to persuade him kindly, saying that Wu Yuntao had fallen quite seriously and the doctor stressed that he must rest, otherwise he would probably have to lie down for a long time in the future.

"How can I rest? People say I'm dead. If I lie down any longer, the company will be finished!"

Wu Yuntao cursed loudly, and the assistant didn't dare to say a word and went to arrange the press conference obediently.

Wu Yuntao, lying on the hospital bed, felt sad and regretful.

If he had kept his nephew, he wouldn't be without anyone to help him now.

Thinking of his two good-for-nothing sons, Wu Yuntao's coccyx hurt even more. He forced himself to get the mobile phone on the bedside table and called several newspapers he knew, asking them to send people to attend the press conference.

After finishing the call, Wu Yuntao was sweating profusely and felt dizzy.

A deep sense of sadness came over him. He was only in his early sixties, but he was already unable to do anything. Was this really the retribution for killing his own nephew?

Three days later, Wu Yuntao appeared in front of reporters in a wheelchair. Before coming, he was given a painkiller injection to help him hold on for a while longer.

"I'm sorry to have worried you all. I'm in good health. I just fell down while walking in the temple a few days ago. I will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. The operation of the Wu Group is also very good, and there is no problem at all!"

Throughout the press conference, Wu Yuntao was in high spirits and looked in good health.

Many reporters asked questions and he answered them one by one.

"Excuse me, 19 years ago, your nephew died in a car accident. Is there any hidden story behind it?"

Suddenly a man stood up and asked a question loudly.

Wu Yuntao on the stage looked slightly changed, and said sadly: "I have never been able to let go of my nephew's death. It was my fault for not taking good care of him. I feel guilty towards my brother. The police have already investigated the accident. It was just an accident. Alas!"

"The explanation given by the police was brake failure. Why would a good car have brake failure? And your nephew just came to Hong Kong from the mainland. He is unfamiliar with the place and it is impossible for him to make enemies with outsiders. I also found out that your nephew is the legitimate son of the Wu family, and Mr. Wu is a concubine. According to the traditional distribution of property, the legitimate son can get the largest share, but why did Mr. Wu inherit the property instead?"

The reporter's words were particularly sharp and he pressed forward step by step.

The other reporters looked at their colleagues in admiration. They were so brave that they were not afraid of being hunted down by the assassins sent by Wu Yuntao!

Wu Yuntao broke out in sweat on his forehead and his coccyx began to hurt again. He clenched his teeth and pretended to be calm, saying, "You are indeed right. Logically, my brother should have inherited the majority, but the situation in the mainland was unclear at the time, so my father sent me to Hong Kong to develop the market. After we gain a firm foothold here, they will come over, but..."

He sighed deeply and said sadly, "It's just that things changed too fast. They didn't have time to come here. My nephew went through a lot of hardships to come here. I wanted to train him to be my successor, but God didn't open his eyes. Sigh... I can't talk about these things when I'm old. It's too painful!"

Wu Yuntao took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes, looking very sad.

"What Mr. Wu said is different from what you did. After your nephew came, you never took him to the company. Instead, you instigated your son to take him to the casino and nightclub. But your nephew was very self-disciplined and refused. He also took the initiative to ask to work in the company, but you rejected him."

The reporter kept asking questions fearlessly, but he was not afraid at all because he had the Honor Gang to protect him.

"Which newspaper do you work for? Aren't you afraid of being fired for talking nonsense like this?"

Wu Yuntao lost his patience and started to threaten.

"Mr. Wu, are you angry and embarrassed? As a journalist, it is my duty to report the truth. I will never give in to any threats!"

The reporter acted righteously, but his colleagues all showed disgust on their faces.

We are all in the same circle, and everyone knows that this guy is the most afraid of death. I don’t know what medicine he took today, he is so brave!

"Mr. Wu, I also found out something. 19 years ago, your nephew came here with your father's handwritten suicide note. It was clearly written in the suicide note that 70% of the Wu family's property was given to your brother, and 30% was yours. There are two copies of this suicide note, one in your nephew's hand and the other in your niece's wife's hand. You probably didn't know that, did you?"

The reporter took out a yellowed suicide note. The handwriting on it was a little blurred, but still clear enough to read.

This suicide note was left by Anzi's mother. Mr. Wu knew his youngest son's character very well, so he wrote two suicide notes just for this day.

Wu Yuntao on the stage looked displeased and could no longer pretend. He asked sternly, "Who sent you?"

This suicide note was exactly the same as the one he got from his nephew. He had burned it himself, so why was there another copy?

Moreover, this person knows so much about the Wu family’s affairs. Could it be that the niece-in-law has come?

"I sent it!"

Anzi appeared at the venue. He smiled at Wu Yuntao on the stage and said, "Nice to meet you again. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Gan Anbai, but I used to be called Wu Anbai. My biological father is Wu Yuda!"