Chapter 104: Retirement from the Circle, Day 104, Uncle Xing, congratulations, great revenge has been achieved...
Around nine o'clock in the morning is the time when people just start working. Workers, with huge dark circles under their eyes, haggard faces and weak spirits, drag their weak and exhausted bodies and slam themselves into the chair in front of their desks with a bang, their faces full of despair, just like a walking corpse.
The same goes for Zhou Mingjun, head of Ningchuan Group’s public relations department.
Think of how prosperous Ningchuan Group used to be. Their PR team could just sit back and collect paychecks. While there were occasional setbacks, they were like a pebble thrown into a stream, the splash barely reaching their heels, so there was no need to worry. Until recently, the boss had been experiencing a severe Mercury retrograde, his luck getting worse by the day. The setbacks had transformed from small stream splashes into massive ocean waves, capable of plunging anyone into oblivion if they weren't paying attention.
Zhou Mingjun, who had been wiping Ning Changsheng's butt for several days, was so exhausted that he leaned back in his chair with lifeless eyes, chewing a bun in his mouth.
While chewing, he cursed Xing Shuyang in his heart for having too much money and too much time. He kept an eye on the hot searches for their boss Ning all day long. Whenever the hot search dropped one place, he would start spending money to help the topic return to the list.
When will this day end?
He hadn't slept well for three days. He was woken up from dozing off and from dreaming. He was tense, exhausted and weak, but he couldn't sleep well. His physical fitness had dropped to the limit. He always felt that he would be sent to the hospital to share a bed with Director Ning in the next second.
"Why--"
He sighed deeply, and just as he swallowed the bun in one gulp, he heard the sound of footsteps outside the door. The sound was rapid, like a ferocious beast chasing him. With a snap, the door was thrown open. The assistant, with a sweat-drenched forehead and a pale face, shouted at Zhou Mingjun, "Boss Zhou! It's over!"
Zhou Mingjun: “!”
He didn't know what exactly the assistant was finished with, but he knew he was almost finished.
He stared, his left hand clutching his throat, his right hand pounding his chest, but the discomfort of choking and suffocation still made his eyelids swell up wildly, and his face flushed crimson. Seeing this, the assistant's face turned even uglier, and he rushed forward to pat his leader's back, leaving his palm red and swollen, numb and painful. Only then did Zhou Mingjun collapse, gasping for breath.
assistant:"……"
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he put on an apologetic expression: "Mr. Zhou, are you okay? I was just a little anxious, I didn't mean to scare you."
Thinking that his leader was almost choked to death by his words and then killed someone, the assistant wanted to kowtow to God.
Zhou Mingjun could still feel the pain in his chest, but he waved his hands to indicate he was fine. This assistant was his personal trainee, and had been diligently working alongside him for years, his work impeccable. And knowing him well, he knew he had rushed in so hastily, without even knocking, and most likely had something urgent to do.
He sighed and thought that he should go to the nearby temple after work today and donate some money to ask the Buddha for blessing.
As for the Taoist temple...it is not an option for now.
Thanks to his boss Ning, he now dislikes the profession of Taoist priest.
After taking a sip to suppress his emotions, he asked, "What happened? Is Xing Shuyang going crazy again?"
Which trending search are you buying this time?
"No," the assistant, knowing that Mr. Zhou had misunderstood, quickly shook his head, "This has nothing to do with Xing Shuyang."
It doesn't matter?
Zhou Mingjun looked strange and confused.
The assistant who met his gaze chuckled awkwardly, picked up the phone that had just fallen to the ground while rescuing Zhou Mingjun, and handed it over, saying, "The one in trouble is our Chairman Ning."
The moment he heard the words, Zhou Mingjun's sight shifted to the screen of his mobile phone. When he saw the words "Report! Ning Changsheng's ward was surrounded by the police because he was involved in dozens of homicides!", his vision suddenly went dark and his head felt dizzy.
But the assistant whispered in my ear, "This topic appeared half an hour ago and immediately jumped into the top ten trending searches. I suspect someone got the tip in advance and bought the hype."
Zhou Mingjun's thoughts were pulled back a little. He slammed his phone on the table and said angrily, "It must be Xing Shuyang who did it! Even if this old guy wanted to avenge the oppression he'd suffered over the years, he wouldn't go so far as to spread rumors like this!"
The assistant opened his mouth and said tentatively, "Maybe... it's not a rumor?"
Zhou Mingjun: “……?”
The two exchanged glances. The assistant's expression was awkward, while Zhou Mingjun's heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, he immediately lowered his head and clicked on the trending search that had already climbed to the top of the trending search list, with the fiery red word "explosion" following it.
The whistleblower account that was pushed to the top looked unremarkable. Its ID was "Dawn Will Come", but its homepage was created only an hour ago.
It is indeed not a marketing account, but it cannot escape the fact that there are people behind it.
Zhou Mingjun let out a breath, scrolled down, and realized he'd really oversimplified things. Even though the account "Dawn Will Come" only posted a few words without even a picture, enthusiastic netizens had pictures. The comments section was filled with photos of special police officers seen at the hospital today.
[Don't thank me. My uncle lives on the same floor as Ning Changsheng. Even though my uncle and I always argue, and my annual birthday and New Year's wish is for his swift death, I still went to visit him with some fruit to confirm the truth of this topic with my brothers and sisters. /Smile. It turns out that Ning Changsheng's hospital room was indeed surrounded by police. I secretly took some photos. Please see.]
[Fuck! I saw this group of police officers today when I was accompanying my mom to check in for hospitalization! There were several cars, and as they hurried past us, I thought there was a disturbance in the inpatient department. Was it because of Ning Changsheng?!]
[Don’t mention it, I was in the same elevator with the police officers, and their guns were pressed against my hips. /smile]
[But this only means that Ning Changsheng is indeed being targeted by the police. Is there no evidence to support the dozens of murders mentioned?]
[That's what I was saying. Although I don't have a good impression of Ning Changsheng, and I always feel that this guy's face is not very good, I believe you if you say he really killed people, but dozens of times is too exaggerated. This is even more exaggerated than Mei Yishan!]
[Damn, I get goosebumps just by mentioning Mei Yishan]
[Don't say this carelessly. Ningchuan Group's PR department will be sending you another lawyer's letter shortly!]
[Wait… I don’t think I’m talking nonsense. Check out the official account of the Beijing Public Security Bureau!]
Zhou Mingjun: “?!”
He stared at the comment and saw that the other person had posted it just two minutes ago. Without hesitation, he clicked on the direct link provided by the netizen. The mobile page quickly jumped to the official Weibo account of the Beijing North Police Department, and he immediately saw the Weibo post that was pinned to the top of the official account.
Beijing North Police: Rumors have recently circulated regarding entrepreneur Ning Changsheng. Based on evidence provided by concerned citizens and in-depth police investigation, it has been confirmed that Ning committed a total of 42 murders between 2012 and 2025. Ning is currently under custody, and the case is under further investigation.
Zhou Mingjun read the police report word by word. By the time he reached the last word, his breathing had quickened and his heart was pounding wildly. His fingers trembled as he gripped his phone. He repeatedly refreshed the page and checked the Beijing North Police Department account over and over again, confirming it was officially authenticated and not a malicious impersonation by a netizen.
Going back to the pinned Weibo post, he flipped his finger back, and there were 42 pictures with white text on a blue background, which completely and clearly recounted each case in simple words.
To acquire land, Ning spent two million yuan to instruct street thugs to use a truck to knock Gao Yuan, the former deputy general manager of the Xing Group, into the water, causing him to drown... Bearing a grudge against Xing, Ning instigated Xing's neighbor to poison Xing's family. After Xing's father died of the poisoning, Ning then hired someone to kill the neighbor...
There are cold words on each picture, but behind the words is the bloody truth that has been covered up for years.
[Damn! I thought the whistleblower's "dozens" was just an exaggeration to grab attention, but it's actually true! Ning Changsheng is so heartless!]
[Exaggeration, too much exaggeration]
[It took me a while to look through all 42 pictures. I was horrified. It's hilarious that such a person could become an entrepreneur that everyone admires.]
[Fuck, the 12th picture shows Liu Feichen's wife being forced to commit suicide by jumping into the river. Back then, Liu Feichen's wife was criticized so harshly, and his career plummeted due to netizens' boycott. And yet, he's the real victim! Oh my god, putting myself in Liu Feichen's shoes makes me suffocate. His childhood sweetheart was forced to death, and he couldn't kill her, and he was also criticized by netizens for so many years.]
[Hey, I saw Mr. Liu in my hometown a while ago. He wasn't that old, but his hair was all white. He looked decades older.]
After seeing these pictures, I finally understand the feud between Mr. Xing and Mr. Ning. It's horrible. His best friend and father died at the hands of Ning Changsheng... Ning Changsheng is a beast.
I don’t know what to say. I put myself in the shoes of the victims and their families. I’m so devastated.
How could someone be so careless about human life? Just because the police were a little tough during the interrogation, they turned around and killed someone? What's his father's TV show? Besides, there's nothing wrong with them interrogating you, you were the one who killed the person!
[Ning Changsheng's family are not good people/smile]
[So the question is, when will Ning Changsheng be sentenced to death?]
[I used to think it was good that Ning Changsheng was killed by the chandelier, but now I think he can't die so easily. It would be too easy for him to die like this!]
[I've read that there's a rumor that Ning Changsheng has close ties with that group of Taoist priests, and it's true. Those Taoist priests must have helped with these murders, right?]
[It’s included. It’s hard for the official to say this, but everyone knows it.]
[……]
Zhou Mingjun stared at the comments, a chill growing thicker in his heart. He recalled the 23rd photo released by the Beijing Police Department, which mentioned a business partner. While Zhou Mingjun and the partner weren't classmates, they were alumni. During the university's centennial celebration, they'd sat at the same table, shared a couple of drinks, added each other on WeChat, and had a pleasant chat.
Later, someone at the company heard he had some influence with the other party and specifically approached him, asking him to speak with the person in charge, hoping to facilitate a partnership between the two companies. Zhou Mingjun didn't think much of it, as the colleague who approached him had said nicely, "Just do your best. If it works out, that's great. If not, we'll just replace him."
He spoke to the person in charge twice, and the other party told him the truth: "I already have a company I'm planning to cooperate with. I'm really sorry."
Zhou Mingjun thought, what is there to apologize for? Cooperation is all about the willingness of both parties.
He returned to the office and reported the results to his colleague, who waved his hand and said, "What a shame." But not long afterward, Ningchuan Real Estate was offered a partnership, though Zhou Mingjun never spoke to the manager again. He had so many friends on WeChat that he couldn't even scroll through their Moments, let alone notice someone hadn't posted in two years.
Therefore, it was not until this moment when he saw the police report on the picture that he realized that the other party had died two years ago.
Feeling cold, Zhou Mingjun exited Weibo with trembling fingers, opened WeChat, found the account of the person in charge, and discovered that his last chat with the other party was just a week before the other party's death.
If he remembered correctly, their company got the project from the other company on the third day after the death of this person in charge.
At this moment, Zhou Mingjun got goosebumps all over his body.
"Mr. Zhou? Mr. Zhou!" The assistant's loud voice suddenly rang out in his ears. Zhou Mingjun looked at him blankly. When his vision gradually focused, he realized that the assistant's eyes were full of worry. "Are you okay?"
His face was as white as the wall, without a trace of blood.
The assistant even wondered if his leader would die in the next second.
Zhou Mingjun gradually regained consciousness, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."
The assistant hadn't seen the police report yet, and naturally didn't know about the 42 cases of intentional homicide. He asked, "So what should we do now? Should we arrest a few netizens who spread rumors as before and make an example of them? Or should we continue to suppress the hype?"
"Spreading rumors? Suppressing the hype?"
Zhou Mingjun found these two words amusing, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He threw the phone to his assistant and said, "The only thing you can do now is to clean up your desk. I guess we'll have to change jobs in a few days."
What does this mean?
Director Ning wants to fire them?
The assistant frowned, his expression a bit bitter. Although everyone around him looked at him with disdain when they heard that he worked for Ningchuan Group, Ningchuan Group was a large company after all, with high salaries, and he also had a mortgage to pay. If he was fired... that would be a bit bad.
He lowered his head with mixed feelings, but his gaze was fixed on the police report from the Beijing North Public Security Bureau.
His pupils suddenly widened, and he exclaimed in surprise: "This...?!"
Zhou Mingjun sneered: "As you can see."
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The police report from the Beijing North Public Security Bureau caused a storm on an ordinary morning. Countless people held their mobile phones and stared in amazement as they counted all the heinous murders that Ning Changsheng had committed over the years.
Sang Qiqi yawned and held up her cell phone. The customers behind her who had come to buy paper figurines also raised their phones when they heard the ding-dong-dong message notification sounds, took out their phones and saw the Weibo posts forwarded by their friends.
Zhang Lin, who was standing at the cashier counter preparing to settle the bill, said: "..."
In order to give everyone a good experience of eating melons, he did not rush them.
"You're also watching the Ning Changsheng thing. Ning Changsheng is such a scoundrel!" A customer stood by the shelf, chatting with the person next to him in a familiar manner. "I don't know if he'll ever wake up, but if he does, he'll probably be sentenced to death. Sigh, he really should be tortured."
"That's right. This beast has harmed so many people, but he himself lives a comfortable life."
The combined murmuring sounds echoed throughout the entire funeral procession. When they left, Sang Qiqi also received a message from Kong Xingyan. It was a photo that seemed to have been taken in a hurry. A group of people in different clothes were crowded in the reception room. Everyone's expression was sad, crying, or excited, and the uniformed police were busy pouring water for them and receiving them.
Without waiting for Sang Qiqi to ask, Kong Xingyan said: Boss Sang, these are the families of the victims in the Ning Changsheng incident. Those near northern Beijing came here after seeing the news, saying they came to thank us.
After a pause, Kong Xingyan continued, "Actually, I should thank you, but you said not to reveal your identity for now, so I didn't. I will tell them the truth when everything is over."
Sang Qiqi didn't insist. She scrutinized the photo again and spotted Liu Feichen, the man many netizens had mentioned, in the corner. Mr. Liu was dressed casually, his hair had indeed turned gray, as netizens had suggested. His eyes were full of wrinkles, and it was clear he hadn't had a rough past two years. But at this moment, his eyes were dark, with a shimmering, watery glow beneath them, giving him a look of life.
After a brief chat with Kong Xingyan, Sang Qiqi received another call from Xing Shuyang.
More than ten minutes ago, Xing Shuyang, who was chatting with Shen's father, noticed that his phone began to vibrate wildly. At the same time, Shen Wanglan stood on the stairs, his fingers on the handrail, looking at Xing Shuyang, and said: "Uncle Xing, congratulations, your great revenge has been achieved."
Before he could recover from the words "great revenge" the ringtone of his cell phone exploded in his ears. He gave Chen Wanglan an apologetic look and answered the call. His unfortunate son's excited scream filled his ears: "Dad, Dad, have you seen the news?! Holy crap, Ning Changsheng's son has finally gotten his comeuppance. The Beijing Public Security Bureau has uncovered all the murders and arson he's committed over the years!"
What? !
The sound in Xing Shuyang's ears turned into a buzzing noise. With trembling hands, he opened the news pushed by the software. The big words "Beijing North Police Confirmed that Ning Changsheng is suspected of 42 murders" caught his eyes, and his eyes instantly became misty.
When Shen's father came over, he also saw the content. After a slight pause, he immediately laughed out loud: "Congratulations, Lao Shu! Ning Changsheng, the bastard, has finally been caught!"
Xing Shuyang's shoulder was patted vigorously by Shen's father, and his thoughts were forcibly pulled back with this action. The noise in his ears became clear again. Just as a smile appeared on his face, he heard his son on the other end of the phone laughing: "See? I said that bastard would definitely want it. There was absolutely no problem when I asked the official Weibo to criticize him!"
"Bullshit!" Xing Shuyang rolled his eyes and replied with a sneer, "No problem, you lousy bastard. If it weren't for your dad helping you in time, you'd be crying while holding my urn."
Xing An: “…”
It seems so.
He opened his mouth and asked, "So who is this master with the golden thigh of yours?"
Xing An was incredibly curious. He still remembered his father's fury when he learned the official Weibo account had publicly mocked Ning Changsheng. Seriously, Xing An had never seen his father's eyes glow red in his entire life, his expression so distorted and distorted, yet so broken, that it frightened him to the point of silence. But just a few days later, his father went his own way, even drawing inferences from his experience, and bluntly declared in front of so many CEOs and audiences nationwide that Ning Changsheng was being punished.
Xing An was also watching the live broadcast at the time, and his first reaction was that his father was crazy.
He hurriedly called his father, but in the end all he got was: "It's okay, your father has someone to help him."
At the time, he had been curious about who this benefactor was, but his father refused to tell him. Now that he saw Ning Changsheng had been arrested, Xing An finally dared to confirm it—this benefactor was truly his father's awesomeness! No wonder his father had been so cautious in the past, yet dared to challenge Ning Changsheng that day!
"Now that Ning Changsheng has been arrested, just tell me about it."
"No." Xing Shuyang sneered as usual, "Go do your work."
Xing An: “…”
have to.
Xing An, feeling bored, hung up the phone, but the smile on his face never faded. It was great that without Ning Changsheng as an obstacle, they could return to their hometown to settle down and take the old lady to visit his grandfather from time to time.
Although a long time has passed, Xing'an still remembers the kind look of his old man and the deep affection between him and his wife.
Unlike Xing An, Xing Shuyang calmed down for a long time after hanging up the phone. For the first time, he didn't care about his image. He kept repeating "It's so good" to Shen Wanglan, his father, while choking with tears.
"Over the years, I haven't dared to approach Uncle Gao and his family during holidays. They don't blame me, but it's an undeniable fact that Gao Yuan died because of me. I once swore in front of them that I would find the real murderer for Gao Yuan, but in reality, I was scared away and hid away like a rat in the sewer."
"Now I finally have the face to see them, to see Gao Yuan." Xing Shuyang wiped away her tears, crying and laughing, "When I die and see Gao Yuan again, I can also put my arm around his shoulders and tell him that I avenged you."
"And my grandfather and his family, they've never come to me in my dreams. I always wonder if they're mad at me, or if they think I've gotten them into trouble, and that's why they hate me. But my mom always comforts me, telling me that grandfather always wanted me to find evidence to avenge Gao Yuan. Now that Ning Changsheng has been arrested, grandfather must be very happy. I have to go to Boss Sang's shop and buy some more paper offerings to burn for them and tell them the good news."
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