Chapter 333 Bitter and cold
He Sang remained calm, "Yunhai Tower is a formal club, do they gamble privately?"
"When powerful and wealthy businessmen gather together, who doesn't seek profit? Money is the biggest profit." Liang Chihui rubbed his temples. "When asking someone to do something, giving money directly is too straightforward. It's better to find ways to lose, so that the other party doesn't feel burdened."
"Do the directors of the Liang Group like to play cards?" He Sang guided him to reveal more inside information.
Liang Chihui's voice was hoarse, probably because of the pain in his wrist, and his momentum became increasingly depressed. "No man doesn't like excitement. Winning is exciting, and losing is also exciting."
"Playing in the box?"
"Billiard Hall on B2 Floor."
No wonder.
Zhao Kai had conducted so many routine inspections and had never found any problems in the customer boxes on the first and second floors. Even the receptionists at the bathing center on the B1 floor were middle-aged women. As a result, Yunhai Building was rated as a model business club in Hebei Province. It was clean and high-end, and was a "business card place" for the upper class in Hebei Province to come and go openly. There was no need to be shy and they could have fun openly.
The B2 floor, which was converted from the original garage, has a chess and card room and a performance stage.
He Sang drove out of Ginkgo Avenue. Down the mountain lay an asphalt road. The sun was setting in the west, and the view was gray and hazy, like a long, bleak old photo. "How's Mr. Huo's card skills?"
"Not as good as Mrs. Huo."
"Mrs. Huo is a recognized social butterfly in the wives' circle. There's no situation she can't handle. She's better than me."
"You are also better than her in some ways." Liang Chihui finished massaging his temples and lazily lowered his hands. "You are smart and good at hiding."
He Sang's expression froze.
I subconsciously looked at him in the rearview mirror.
He forced a smile, bitter and cold, "Just focus on driving."
The car stopped at the old house an hour later. He Sang unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. Sister Fang did not rest and turned up the mirror light in the entrance hall.
"He Sang."
Liang Chihui called her.
She stopped.
"Feel sorry."
He Sang stared at him.
The man clenched his fist with brute force, stretching his blood vessels to the point of swelling. "I've implicated you."
"I don't blame you."
"Just because you don't blame me doesn't mean I have no responsibility." Liang Chihui's suit was left at the Tai Mansion. His shirt stuck to his chest, sometimes bulging and sometimes collapsing with every breath.
"They're coming for me."
The yellow light of the street lamp cast shadows very long.
“Do you have business in Southeast Asia?”
Liang Chihui nodded, "Yes."
“Is it legal?”
"legitimate."
He Sang said nothing.
After a long pause, she asked, "Aunt Yao has a factory, right?"
"yes."
"In Thailand?"
Liang Chihui was not on guard at all, "Yes."
He Sang was afraid to ask too many questions. He was suspicious, but he was reluctant to waste this opportunity to ask him what he should have. "Did Aunt Yao steal Duan Zhiguo's market?"
"After robbing three factories and a group of cheap laborers, Duan Zhiguo wanted to take a piece of my mother's business, but my mother refused, and that led to a feud."
It seems that part of the funds of Guanghe Group and Liang Group have flowed into Southeast Asia through investments in factories, production lines and raw materials.
Yao Wenjie had a physical business, engaged in cross-border trade, and opened overseas accounts. In addition, the beauty industry was very profitable, so this method of money laundering was impossible to detect.
He Sang was lost in thought when Sister Fang suddenly opened the door. "You're finally home." She was extremely anxious. "The Third Young Master just came home and left in a hurry. I think you've caused trouble. The Second Young Master will handle the financial troubles, and the First and Third Young Masters will take turns to handle the troubles you have."
"It's not me this time..."
"If it's not you, then who is it? Me?" Sister Fang muttered. "If I get into trouble, the Third Young Master won't pay any attention to me, and the Second Young Master won't pay a penny."
He Sang said, "It's really not me!"
"It's not her." Liang Chihui closed the door and dusted off his trousers. "I caused the trouble."
Sister Fang didn't believe it, "Just protect Miss He. You're spoiling her too much."
"It's so infuriating." He Sang went upstairs.
Liang Chihui chuckled.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, Yao Wenji was neatly dressed, her suitcase leaning against the door. It wasn't until Liang Chihui stepped onto the stairs that she finally calmed down a bit. "Assistant Fan told me that Duan Zhiguo is in Hebei Province."
"Um."
"Kidnapped He Sang?"
"Um."
"Is she okay?"
Liang Chihui was annoyed and did not reply.
He leaned against the floor lamp and selected a pair of cufflinks and a platinum watch from the drawer. He took off the old one and put on this one.
"You going out?"
"Maybe one trip."
Yao Wenji whispered, "The third brother suppressed Duan Zhiguo. Did he hand him over to Zhao Kai? They are classmates, and Zhao Kai listens to him the most."
Liang Chihui continued to remain silent.
"Don't forget, there are 1.6 billion yuan in the Southeast Asian account, which represents the profits of the Liang Group and Guanghe Group over the past ten years. If Zhao Kai finds out that you've embezzled corporate funds—"
"Is that enough?" Liang Chihui interrupted her.
Yao Wenjie was stunned.
He closed his eyes, completely exhausted. "You hated your father and were determined to seek revenge at all costs. Now that you've achieved your wish, the remaining difficult problems are mine. What are you worried about?"
"You're blaming me."
Liang Chihui's expression remained calm, "I dare not."
"My revenge on Liang Yanzhang isn't just for myself, isn't it for you too? What kind of life did you have in the Liang family during your childhood? After the Guanghe Group incident, Liang Yanzhang hinted that you should take the blame. He doesn't care about the father-son relationship. The only reason and reason I have to forgive him is that he shattered it with his own hands. Shouldn't I also settle the score?"
Yao Wenji exhaled. "I know how powerful the Third Brother is. The Second Branch will be defeated sooner or later. If the situation gets out of control, I will stay and you go to Southeast Asia. I'm fifty-five years old. I've had a life of glory and enjoyment. It was worth it."
Liang Chihui's face was tense and he said nothing.
......
After taking a shower, He Sang had a massage on the massage chair in the gym for a while. At ten o'clock, Liang Jishen came in changed his clothes, wearing a pure cotton white vest, blue shorts, and a wet towel draped over his shoulders.
She came forward and asked, "Why are you running so late instead of sleeping?"
Liang Jishen didn't look at her and went straight to the treadmill opposite.
Press and hold the power button and adjust your steps to the rhythm.
He Sang suddenly became serious and walked over. "Is your cough getting worse again?" She turned off the phone.
Liang Jishen moved her hand away and turned on the phone again. "It's not getting worse. Go back to your room and sleep."
She was startled, "Are you angry with me?"
"No." He finally added, "I'm not qualified to have one."
He Sang circled the treadmill and stood to the left of Liang Jishen, his head close to his jaw, observing him from a bottom-up angle. "His nostrils are enlarged, his brows are deep, but he's not angry?"
He adjusted his speed and incline and began to run quickly, so that she couldn't see.
He Sang explained softly, "When I came back from Lijia Village yesterday, my second brother stopped me in the guest room and questioned me. Luckily, my eldest brother smoothed things over on the phone, so I don't dare go today."
Liang Jishen's chest heaved, his lips pursed, and he said nothing.
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