Chapter 122 Fierce Battle - 3
Li Mushi gave him a chance to stand out.
It depends on whether he can get through it.
Unable to achieve a decisive victory in one strike, Li Zhan dared not act rashly.
Having endured years of hardship and biding his time under Wu Jing, he witnessed Wu Jing gradually transform from a diligent and law-abiding executive into a greedy and insatiable individual.
However, Li Mushi rejected his email.
Li Zhan couldn't help but be taken aback.
Despite having such ample evidence, Li Mushi did not use it.
If Wu Jing cannot be brought down in one go, Li Zhan will only face his fierce retaliation.
But Li Mushi rejected it.
Li Zhan was completely baffled. He sent Li Mushi a second email with just three words:
【Why? 】
Wu Jing was both pleased and guilty. He first paid out the full amount of compensation he had swallowed, and then went to the scene to comfort and persuade the residents to leave.
Seeing Wu Jing's sudden dedication and effort, Li Zhan had a vague feeling that he had been used.
He was used by Li Mushi.
Knowing that Wu Jing had problems, he did not take action against him and remained silent about the irrefutable evidence of corruption, which was tantamount to holding Wu Jing's weakness in order to make him do things properly.
At the same time, they disregarded the life or death of Li Zhan.
Understanding this, Li Zhan forced a smile despite his anger.
m.
Take the evidence he provides, regardless of whether he lives or dies.
Old fox.
The laughter abruptly stopped Li Zhan's attack.
Many years ago, the intense jealousy and envy, the sharp emotions that raged in my heart, all disappeared without me noticing, leaving only admiration and worship.
Is it because he's getting old, or has his spirit been worn down by the haphazard life abroad?
Li Zhan didn't know.
Because Wu Jing perfectly resolved the issues in the mining area.
Wu Jing turned around and unleashed all his anger on him.
Li Zhan had no energy to think about anything else; he focused all his attention on facing Wu Jing's retaliation.
It's May again, Li Zhan's birthday.
His email to Li Mushi finally received a reply, answering his "why"—
[The rule is not to change generals on the battlefield. You are directly under Wu Jing and have no right to report to me without his permission.]
Li Zhan's eyes suddenly stung.
This was a birthday gift from Li Mushi.
He understood.
Now he understands.
The reason we chose Wu Jing to come here was because we valued his abilities, his strength, and his skill in smoothing things over.
With the project urgently needed, punishing Wu Jing at this time would be tantamount to beheading a general on the battlefield. It might intimidate some people, but it would also cause the loss of all the obstacles that Wu Jing had worked so hard to overcome.
All those resources and connections are in Wu Jing's hands.
Moreover, Li Zhan really couldn't send emails directly to Li Mushi.
The group has an oversight department, so even if he reports it to the oversight department, he can't give it directly to Li Mushi.
He should have avoided any appearance of impropriety regarding something so important.
He was, after all, Li Mushi's nephew.
This reply email is both a warning and a reminder.
If Li Zhan remains as ungrateful as he was years ago, he will only take it as a mockery and an insult.
Li Mushi saw his growth, his caution, and his changes through the email. Even though his methods and thoughts were still immature and naive, he was still willing to reply to him.
Li Zhan looked up at the sky, wondering how many wise words he had missed.
I have so many good teachers and friends around me.
In October of that year, Wu Jing was ordered to be transferred back to China.
Li Zhan submitted the newly collected evidence to the group's supervisory department according to procedure, and also sent a copy to Wu Jing's competitors.
He didn't need to worry about the rest; his rivals would oversee and execute it.
This time, Li Mushi approved it.
Wu Jing was transferred back to China to face sanctions from the group and the law.
After Wu Jing left, everyone assumed that Li Zhan would be the new person in charge.
However, Li Zhan showed no reaction on the day the new person in charge was parachuted in.
Being a junior employee is pretty good.
Free and easy, one person eats their fill and the whole family isn't hungry.
I sometimes imagine what Xiao Huanyan looks like, whether she looks like her father or more like her mother.
Li Zhan's salary wasn't high. In his spare time, he no longer spent his time drinking and partying with his cronies like he did back in China. He couldn't afford to live a luxurious life, and he didn't even have a decent pair of basketball shoes anymore.
Li Zhan is increasingly fond of looking at the sky.
He would look at the sky over foreign lands, collect information about the local customs and traditions, and occasionally visit the indigenous people of the mining areas. He would always lie on the grass with his arm as a pillow, without saying a word, and the child wearing his shoes would sit next to him to keep him company.
If you ask him what his wish is for this year.
He hopes for world peace.
If I could live my whole life like this, that would be fine.
I feel calm.
In fact, what he wanted to pursue, he had already obtained from the very beginning.
After going around in circles and losing all his glamour, he realized he had picked up the sesame seeds but lost the watermelon.
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Life abroad seems to last a very long time.
Li Zhan grew up to the point where he didn't even know how many years had passed or how old he was this year.
News has come from China.
Sheng Man is sick.
The tumor is still under investigation; the biopsy results are not yet available.
The first time Li Mushi called him, he simply said two words: "Go home."
The moment Li Zhan set foot on his hometown soil, he felt a profound sense of alienation.
He once dominated Zhang Fei's territory.
Now it seems out of place.
Uncle Zhang came to pick him up.
Upon seeing his desolate figure, Uncle Zhang's tears streamed down his face.
"How did you get so thin?" Uncle Zhang said. "And why are there scars on your face..."
Li Zhanping smiled calmly: "It's nothing, I'm just doing a good deed."
Uncle Zhang kept wiping away tears.
Li Zhan said helplessly, "Please don't cry..."
Suddenly, a child's voice came from inside the car: "Grandpa, are you crying?"
Li Zhan's calm expression suddenly froze.
Uncle Zhang wiped away his tears sheepishly, bent down, and said into the car, "Grandpa is happy."
"Smile when you're happy," the little girl said sweetly, like a little dumpling. "Yan Yan will wipe it for you."
Uncle Zhang chuckled and introduced her to Li Zhan: "Little Huanyan, is this the first time we've met? Come and get to know her."
The rear windows were lowered.
The little girl peeked out of her car seat, looking around curiously.
Li Zhan felt as if his heart was being constricted by a thin thread, causing him to involuntarily shrink back, and an uncontrollable tremor and pain emanated from him.
Ah, joy.
Jingge's Little Joy.
Li Zhan stiffly stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling.
He stopped just before he touched her fair and delicate face.
His hands were so rough, covered in ugly scars; if they scratched her, they would frighten her.
Li Huanyan waited for a while.
She stared at the fingers so close to her eyes that her pupils converging inwards, turning her eyes cross.
Uncle Zhang almost laughed.
Li Zhan tried to pull his hand back in a disheveled state.
Before he could curl up, the little girl grabbed his finger: "Brother, you're hurt so many times, does it hurt a lot?"
The little girl's hands were as tender as mutton fat jade, making his hands look like a frosted stone.
"......"
The sun wasn't shining that day; the weather was gloomy, and the discomfort of not being back home for so long was amplified by the weather.
Those days and nights he endured alone.
As soon as Li Huanyan spoke...
Caught off guard, Li Zhan burst into tears.
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