The person who came was Director Wu's assistant, and he was here to handle the whole matter this time.
This Old Sun is a member of the provincial capital's core leadership team. His authority is neither too great nor too small, but he doesn't have real power and is responsible for cultural matters.
However, this position would mean real power, and if that's real power, then he would have more say than Zhong Haiming.
Now that you've killed Old Sun's wife, you should at least give him some face.
"This is Director Wu's niece, she's twenty years old, fair-skinned and beautiful. We asked her to come and comfort Old Sun. Here's one million, and another one million is from Old Zhong. We hope you can take it easy."
The assistant took out a photograph and two checks.
The fact that they're paying so much money now is because they think highly of Lao Sun.
Sun Youzhi looked at the photo in front of him, along with two checks for one million.
Is this their attitude?
"Old Sun, whether you can get promoted or not will depend on your connections in Beijing. Our Director Wu will remember you. Good days are coming. What's that saying again? Losing your wife in middle age, how great is that? So many good girls are waiting for you."
The assistant seemed completely oblivious to the relationship between the two.
"Then I should thank Director Wu?"
Old Sun stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes filled with an emptiness.
"Haha, you're welcome. Alright, I'm going back now. Let's close the case. You issue a letter of understanding, and that's the end of it."
The assistant had already come up with a solution: have the driver take the blame and then actively compensate the victim; he figured the guy wouldn't dare say anything.
Old Sun watched as his assistant swaggered away. In their eyes, a human life was worth less than a dog's!
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