Later, Long Yixing left the Zhuo family. He always felt that Mr. Zhuo always had hidden meanings in his words.
After Ouyang woke up, he used Wang Xin's phone to call the Zhuo family: "Grandpa!"
"Ouyang? Where are you?"
"I'm in a hospital in Harbin," Ouyang's tears flowed down. "I couldn't save Uncle Zhuo. Grandpa, are you and grandma okay?"
"It's okay," Zhuo Lao said, suppressing the pain. "Can you tell grandpa what happened?"
Ouyang looked at Wang Xin and asked him to go out.
"Grandpa," Ouyang said with difficulty, "I knew something big was going to happen here before I came, but I didn't know their target would be Uncle Zhuo. Grandpa, can you tell me who the Zhuo family has an enemy with? Or who is most likely to want to see the Zhuo Group go bankrupt?"
"My child," said Old Zhuo, "there are too many people who want to see the Zhuo family's good show."
"Grandpa," Ouyang cried, "I'll get someone to help you. You must take care of yourself."
"Ouyang, don't cry." Old Zhuo was very calm about life and death. "Remember what I said. No matter what, you have the entire Zhuo family behind you. When you first entered the Zhuo family, you were already my granddaughter."
Ouyang hung up the phone, and her pillow was already half wet.
Wang Xin looked outside and saw that she was as fragile as a woman. What was her relationship with the Zhuo family? Why would someone kill Zhuo Qiang? As a policeman, the truth was the most important thing to him. He opened the door and went in: "Um, are you hungry? I'll buy you something to eat?"
"No need!" Ouyang said, "Take me out." This is no longer the safest place. She must find a place where no one recognizes her to recuperate.
"Where do you want to go?"
Ouyang thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to your house!"
"My home?" Wang Xin looked at her in surprise.
At night, Wang Xin, limping, pushed Ouyang, in his wheelchair, into the community elevator. His home was simple, a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom apartment, a secondhand purchase he made when he moved out of his family home after getting a job. A strange smell emanated from the house, prompting Wang Xin to quickly say, "Wait a moment!" He hurriedly gathered his things.
Ouyang sat in a wheelchair, unable to move, and just said, "Can you help me with one more thing?" This was something only he could do.
"you say."
"It's public knowledge that I'm dead! Ouyang Shanmu and Zhuo Qiang died in the explosion together."
"What?" Wang Xin looked at her, "Are you afraid that someone will cause trouble for you again?"
"almost."
This matter is indeed not that difficult for him: "Okay."
Ouyang was sent to the room by him. She was so tired and in so much pain that she couldn't fall asleep.
Wang Xin had been out for a long time and didn't come back until the early morning. He looked at Ouyang in the room and asked, "Haven't you rested yet?"
"Is it resolved?"
"Almost."
Only then did she feel relieved.
Now they were both patients, and with the boundaries between men and women, Wang Xin hired a nurse the next day to specifically look after Ouyang.
The next day, a deluge of news flooded in. True or false, Ouyang and Zhuo Qiang had died in Harbin in a mysterious explosion, their ashes taken back to the Zhuo family the following day. Mr. Zhuo remained indoors, refusing to leave. At noon, Xia Yue and Mu Jiang, having rushed back from Chongqing, rushed straight to Mr. Zhuo's room.
In the living room, the two looked at the haggard Mr. Zhuo: "Mr. Zhuo, how is Grandma Zhuo doing now?"
"She's still in a coma." Elder Zhuo looked at them. "Do you know where Ouyang is?"
"She sent us a message asking us to come back." Mu Jiang said. Although he didn't have a good impression of the Zhuo family, they were in crisis now and he couldn't just ignore them.
"Since she asked you to come back, I will issue new appointments tomorrow."
The two did not stay at the Zhuo family, but lived in a hotel under the Zhuo Group, partly for work and partly to avoid other people's trouble.
"It seems that Old Man Zhuo is quite generous," Mu Jiang looked around, "an independent hotel." It has everything inside, computers, various equipment, clothes, etc., as if they were specially prepared for them.
"He asked us to come here to work." Xia Yue pointed to the various documents on the desk.
Of course, except for them, everyone else thought Ouyang died in the explosion.
Jin Lu also went to the Zhuo family and asked about the real situation: "Mr. Zhuo, why did they go to Harbin?"
"Attend the wedding!" Old Zhuo looked at the anxious man, "I don't know anything else." He had nothing else to say.
Jin Lu later booked a flight to Harbin, he had to know the truth.
A new president arrived at the Zhuo Group, and everyone in the department started talking about it: "Do you know who he is?"
"Who is it?"
"I heard he's Ouyang's childhood sweetheart," a senior manager in the tea room said, "That's why Mr. Zhuo hired him as the president. I heard he used to be involved in tourism and farming."
"Can he do it?"
"It's okay, he's the president now."
In the president's office, Mu Jiang came in with all the sorted information: "There are several projects recently, and our competitors are all Sheng Group. They seem to be interested in taking over these projects."
"Information about Sheng Group?"
"It's all here," Mu Jiang said. "The Zhuo Group and the Sheng Group have collaborated extensively in the past. This time they're openly opposing us. Do you think there might be some problems?"
"The most important thing right now is to keep the company running smoothly," Xia Yue said, getting up to go to the meeting. "Of course, we can't let anyone take away what's ours. That's my style."
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