Chapter 173 The opposite of love is hate, what is the opposite of hate?
Zhao Kai is quite famous in Hebei Province.
With the title of "Liang Zhao", they were very successful in killing all the gangsters in the front line. Before Liang Jishen resigned, most of the desperate gangsters were taken care of by the two of them.
They have a tacit understanding and complement each other.
Liang Jishen is aggressive but calm and experienced, while Zhao Kai is slow-tempered and meticulous. Hebei Province was once a model province for public security.
Liang Chihui was uneasy. "Zhao Kai is easy to deal with. There are many major cases in the city. He is not a superhero, so he can't devote much energy to He Sang. The third brother is not easy to deal with. Zhonghai Group has suspended all projects and contract negotiations for a week. He has plenty of time."
Feng Zhikui crossed his legs arrogantly. "The monk's grandson has no money for medical treatment and will die. I've left a way out. I'll divide the three million into ten installments of 300,000 each. He can hold on for three days, and I'll pay him one installment. I'll keep him hanging, and he'll bite the bullet."
Liang Chihui laughed and said, "Isn't your account frozen?"
Feng Zhikui was even more proud. "I've made a lot of money from Hu Dafa's wife. She's afraid Hu Dafa will check the accounts, so she keeps all the money in cash. Hu Dafa dotes on his brother-in-law Li He and often gives him pocket money. Li He loves to get into trouble, and his sister always comes out to clean up the mess, so he's naturally filial. The Li family is also wealthy. Hu Dafa's wife earns money from both her husband's and her own family, so she's not short of money."
Ni Hong brought a fruit plate into the private room. Liang Chihui casually picked up a piece of watermelon and twirled it between his fingers. "His daughter and son-in-law aren't very financially sound. Can they afford the medical expenses?"
"Puhua Temple is a popular place for wealthy women to have affairs. Countless donations were made to cover up their tracks. The abbot embezzled tens of millions. The monk is a senior disciple, so it's reasonable for him to embezzle three million. Zhao Kai investigated, but he found no clues."
Liang Chihui looked at the fruit plate, glanced at Feng Zhikui, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
This person is more daring than Huang Biao and is more likely to bite back.
Liang Chihui would not allow anyone who threatened him or made him uneasy to exist, and he would get rid of them all.
Ni Hong lit a cigarette for Liang Chihui, and then for Feng Zhikui, "Brother Feng, after escaping this disaster, are you still going to run a company?"
Feng Zhikui touched her hand with a lecherous look and said, "He went to settle abroad."
"So cool."
Ni Hong has known Liang Chihui for more than ten years. Letting a subordinate who will be useless in the future go back to the mountains would be a hidden danger.
Feng Zhikui absolutely cannot leave.
Liang Chihui will squeeze out every last bit of his value.
"This cigarette tastes good!"
Ni Hong said sweetly, "It's a collector's edition, stored in the attic. Unless you are a distinguished guest of Boss Liang, it will not be opened easily."
"You're such a damn good at coaxing a man." Feng Zhikui finished savoring his cigarette and tilted his head. "How could the Second Young Master be willing to destroy He Sang?"
Feng Zhikui couldn't understand Liang Chihui's intention. Although the relationship between the second and third wives was average, at least they seemed to be getting along on the surface. He never messed with women, so there was no reason for him to attack He Sang.
In reality, the rift in the Liang family lay between the second wife and the first wife. When Liang Yanzhang pursued Yao Wenji, he was already married to Weng Qiong. Yao Wenji initially refused, believing she was an advertising star and that entanglement with a married man would ruin her career. However, Liang Yanzhang was a wealthy financial figure, and the entertainment company was afraid to offend him. They forced Yao Wenji to drink with him, or face exorbitant penalties, so she reluctantly followed him. This feud led Liang Jing to resent Liang Yanzhang and, along with Yao Wenji and her son, to abhor him.
"The mess at Guanghe Group isn't over yet." Liang Chihui dusted off his cigarette ash. "It'll come back again."
"Having captured Huang Biao, wouldn't He Sang have given up?"
"He Sang entrusted Zhou Kun's wife, Hu Nongnong, to find out some details through her father's connections."
Feng Zhikui understood that this part of the secret was unfavorable to Liang Chihui, so he wanted to check and balance it just in case.
"If He Sang goes to jail, she won't be able to take revenge. The provincial government, concerned about Liang San's future, will definitely ban him from participating and make him distance himself from the matter. No one will investigate Guanghe anymore." Feng Zhikui exclaimed, "It's all over once and for all. What a great chess game."
Liang Chihui held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, hooked his thumb over the wine glass, and drank calmly, "You should go back to Puhua Temple."
Feng Zhikui felt relieved. As he stepped out of the door, Liang Chihui fixed his gaze on his back and sneered.
"You can't possibly harm He Sang," Ni Hong said bluntly, "but you're taking a risk. If you mess up, she'll hate you to death."
The man smiled slightly, "The opposite of love is hate. What's the opposite of hate?"
Ni Hong shrugged. "I don't know her, but I hate men who deceive and play tricks on me."
"You should know how tricky the inside story of Guanghe Group is. He Jinping is just one of them. After investigating this one, the next one will be involved. Either we don't reveal it, or we reveal it all." Liang Chihui swayed the scarlet wine. "Liang Jing has been watching me from behind for a long time."
"He's serving in the provincial government, and Liang San is about to take over Zhonghai. You're the only heir to the Liang Group. Liang Jing is the eldest son after all. His surname is Liang, and his biological mother's tombstone is engraved with her husband Liang Yanzhang's name. He has to protect his mother's reputation after her death. Liang Jing doesn't want the Liang family to be embarrassed, so he may not take action."
The man slowly put down his cup. "Didn't I tell you that the opposite of hate has a 50% chance of being love?"
Ni Hong shook her head and smiled, "What about the remaining half?"
"The other half is likely to be a docile sheep, wearing a wolf's skin, and trying to kill the real wolf." Liang Chihui also smiled, "Let's take a gamble, which half is it?"
Ni Hong didn't hesitate, "I bet it's bad."
"My bet is good." He straightened up. "What's the bet?"
"Bet people." Ni Hong leaned over and supported his knees with her hands. "I win, you choose me."
Liang Chihui's smile deepened.
Ni Hong stared at the arrogant man in front of her. He went to the lounge inside and changed into a new set of linen trousers and shirt. He didn't have time to button his collar. The ceiling lamps became more brilliant after nightfall. He was surrounded by fleeting lights, looking unattainable and handsome.
Liang Chihui suits silver-gray and burgundy. He is fair and thin, and these two colors particularly highlight his elegance.
"Chi Hui..."
The man was obviously displeased, "What."
Ni Hong took a deep breath. "I got a message from my hometown. They urged me to go home and get married, and then go back to Hebei Province to work."
Liang Chihui's expression remained calm, "I've got leave."
Ni Hong's nose was full and sore. "I'm getting married. Maybe I'll stay in my hometown to develop my career?"
"what ever."
"So you lost the bet?"
"I won't lose."
He buttoned up his clothes and put on his coat. His shirt was very thin, and when he raised his arms, his back muscles bulged out like a solid mass of bones.
Liang Chihui is the most primitive desire, an isolated island that seems approachable but is actually unfathomable and unattainable.
Wine ponds, meat forests, drunkenness and wealth.
A man, or a woman, rich, or thirsty for money, lost, or about to be lost.
Coming and going in the world of red and black, only Liang Chihui is sober.
He manipulates those who are not in their right mind, but he himself is terrifyingly clear-headed.
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After a meeting in the province, Fang Jingru rushed to the Grand View Garden Teahouse, where Liang Jishen was making tea.
The private room was very quiet, with a viewing pond by the window, and water lilies planted in the hot spring water. Fang Jingru took off his work clothes and draped them over the back of the chair. "Vice President Liang, there's a traffic jam in the city. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It's okay." Liang Jishen rinsed the tea set, poured a cup, and deliberately asked Fang Anyi, "My mother plans to invite Miss Fang to the old house."
Fang Jingru was a shrewd man. He heard the hidden meaning behind the words and looked uncomfortable. "An Yi is ungrateful... Vice President Liang, please don't make a fuss about it, for my sake."
Liang Jishen raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that Miss Fang doesn't like me?"
Fang Jingru was even more embarrassed. The Fang family was really dishonest this time. They clearly wanted to introduce the third son, but instead chose the second son and ignored Liang Jishen. How could he be easily messed with?
"I'm a bad parent."
The man's face was cold, filled with anger and resentment.
Fang Jingru took the initiative to clink glasses with him and said, "The Fang family owes Vice President Liang a debt of gratitude. I will do my best to follow any instructions you may have in the future."
Liang Jishen then raised his eyelids and asked, "Uncle Fang, do you keep your word?"
"Once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back."
"I want to protect He Sang." The man said decisively.
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