Nanxi got a new inspection report from Shen Feng, which still did not contain any clues, but another incident was enough to confirm all suspicions.
Xu Jinyan called and said that all of Nan Zhenguo's medical records came from the Second Provincial Hospital, but he was not treated at the Second Provincial Hospital. Instead, he was taken to a private hospital. That private hospital was the hospital where Shen Ce had stayed.
Conceal the truth!
It was already very clear that the Shen family was up to something.
Her father had been in prison for so long, but she had never been able to see him even once, and every time he was given various excuses to get out.
The pencil in Nanxi's hand had already been deeply embedded in the paper.
She couldn't figure out what the Shen family's purpose was in doing this?
From the incident at Zouwu Bridge, it was as if someone had set a net, waiting to trap her and the entire Nan family in it. If there was an accident in the middle, the only accident might be the appearance of Balu.
If we exclude the matter of Balu, then only the Nan family and the Shen family are left.
Why did the Shen family insist on marrying her?
She didn't believe the nonsense that Shen Ce was deeply in love with her. That kind of domestic violence man couldn't even control his own emotions. He didn't have the emotional outlook that an adult man should have, and he wasn't even worthy of talking about love.
Then, there is only one possibility left - benefit.
She turned the Shen family upside down, but someone like Shen Ce's mother could actually tolerate it and even urged her to have a child quickly.
Nanxi folded her arms across her chest, pacing around the bedroom, unraveling the mystery.
He suddenly looked up and had a bold guess.
child?
The Nan family's huge fortune is managed by a special team, and even she herself is not qualified to touch it. Apart from the $100,000 living expenses that will be deposited into her account on time every month, the prerequisite for her to completely control the money is that she is over 35 years old, or has given birth to a child. In this way, she can use 30% of the money at one time in the name of the child.
And this 30% is enough to buy a large island in Southeast Asia or Northern Europe.
The Shen family must want this money!
As long as she gave birth to the child, he could get 30% of the Nan family's overseas assets, and then control her. After her 35th birthday, he would pocket all the money.
The reason why my father went to jail was probably the Shen family's plan. If my father hadn't gone to jail, how could the money have fallen into her hands?
It is much easier to control her than to control her father who is an old hand.
What a sinister calculation.
But now, the only thing she doesn't know is where her father has gone and whether he is still alive?
…
Tehran is a pearl inlaid in the Alborz Mountains of the Iranian Plateau.
At the end of the bustling street, passing through the mysterious Jewish church, there is an ancient castle with a very ancient Persian style.
After the castle was bought a year ago, its gates have been kept closed and no one knows who lives inside.
The low-key black Ghost slowly drove into the gate, passed through the green path, and the people inside got out and walked into the hall covered with expensive Persian carpets.
The servants all lowered their heads to do their work, even breathing very slowly.
"Dr. Oda, the gentleman is on the third floor." Damai stepped forward and respectfully invited in the attending physician that Ali had just brought in. Then, he gave Ali a look, and the latter understood and left with the guards.
Damai took his men to the study on the third floor.
As soon as the door of the room was opened, a strong smell of cigarette smoke hit their noses, and both of them frowned at the same time.
"Suzhi, you're still recovering, so you can't smoke so much."
The man sitting in the wheelchair opposite, facing the backlight, said nothing. His entire body seemed to be covered in a layer of icicles that could not be approached or melted.
"Oda, how long will it take for my leg to heal?" Finally, Nan Suzhi crushed the cigarette butt and turned around in the wheelchair.
"Suzhi, you've been in a coma for a year and only woken up for half a month. Don't be impatient. Even if you intensify your exercise, it will take at least another six months before you can walk again."
"It's too slow. I can't wait any longer. Aoda, find a way to get my legs back to health as soon as possible, no matter the cost."
Aoda and Damai looked at each other and shook their heads. "Suzhi, it's God's blessing that you're still alive. Take your time with your recovery."
God?
Fuck God!
Nan Suzhi sneered. If there really was a God in the world, it must be his Luanluan.
If he had not been unwilling to die like this, never to see Luanluan again, never to hear her smile, never to hear her act coquettishly, never to hold her, marry her and have children with her, how could he have used all his strength in that hellish state, relied on his strong willpower to support one major operation after another, and woke up alive.
Nan Zhenguo is ruthless enough, and he really feels inferior to him.
If there were no spies planted around him, Nan Suzhi would not believe that he could even take advantage of his own daughter.
"Suzhi, the government has approved the construction of the pharmaceutical factory, and we can start construction in a few days." Oda continued.
"Okay, Aoda, just take care of it. As for the money issue, go directly to Damai, he will take care of it." Nan Suzhi withdrew his thoughts and said lightly.
"Suzhi, is this really okay? Will the Iranian government cause trouble for us?"
"No, all our procedures are legal, and the cold and fever medicines we produce also meet local Iranian standards. As for what these medicines are used for after they are transported to the border, we don't know."
The man in the wheelchair had a faint dark aura lingering between his elegant brows and eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.
…
A major event that shocked the world recently occurred in Naypyidaw, Myanmar.
Less than two years after taking office, Mr. Wu, the old minister, suffered a sudden heart attack at his residence and died.
One stone can cause a thousand ripples.
The next day, large-scale demonstrations broke out simultaneously in Naypyidaw and Yangon, Myanmar, demanding that NLD leader Aung Suw re-form a cabinet government and share power with the military government.
For a while, the chaos in northern Myanmar had not yet ended, and southern Myanmar became a mess again.
Wu Meng was so tired that he had to work in the office with an IV drip. If Ouyang Zhen hadn't come over and forced him to rest, he would probably have died from overwork.
Balut was given the task at a critical moment and temporarily handed over the army in northern Myanmar to Chanpong. He also detained Zaka's two sons to prevent him from rebelling. Then he took Biaozi and the Raptor Squad to Yangon, and recalled two other confidants, Pho Chai and Poha, who were active in Thailand to Yangon.
As soon as the helicopter landed, Balu took his men to Wu Meng's residence.
Since he was released from prison, Wu Meng refused to even answer his calls, and Balu was too lazy to call him either. The two of them were in a stalemate. If it weren't for the sudden changes, who knows how long the two brothers would continue to quarrel.
"Okay, I got it, Brother Jin!" Balu walked towards the main building while talking on the phone.
Ouyang Zhen received the news early in the morning and was waiting for him in the living room.
Baru hung up the phone, clasped his hands together and raised them to his nose in greeting, "Sister-in-law Zhenzhen."
Ouyang Zhen smiled gently, "Alu, go upstairs. Ah Meng is in the study. Please help me persuade him."
Baru nodded and went upstairs.
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