Chapter 89 The unfinished building is about to start construction.
His words caused an immediate silence in the crowd; you could hear a pin drop. The woman turned deathly pale, took a half-step back, and forced herself to remain calm: "Uncle, what do you mean by that? How could I do such a thing?"
“Why not?” Zhang Yizhou suddenly raised his voice, pulled a voice recorder from the pocket of his burial shroud, and pressed play—a woman’s voice came through clearly, tinged with smug calculation: “…Once Zhang Yizhou dies, I will transfer Yuechao’s shares to my name as his guardian. Then we can cooperate with President Li on the Zhang family’s unfinished building project and make a fortune…”
Before the recording had even finished playing, the woman suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, tears instantly welling up in her eyes: "Uncle, I was wrong! I was confused for a moment! Please forgive me!"
Zhang Yizhou ignored her and looked at the two men who had blocked Zhang Yuechao earlier, her tone as cold as ice: "And you two, how much did you take from her to dare to stop my grandson from seeing me? You even deliberately switched my medicine while I was 'unconscious,' trying to make sure I never woke up?"
The two men turned deathly pale, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy, their foreheads slamming against the ground with a thud. Zhang Yuechao stood to the side, watching his grandfather's fierce expression, tears still on his face, yet he couldn't help but laugh—it turned out his grandfather hadn't really left; he had sensed something was wrong long ago and was deliberately feigning death to lure the snake out.
Just then, several men dressed in black rushed into the mourning hall, carrying sticks. The leader shouted, "Where is Old Zhang? General Manager Li said he must be 'dealt with' today, and he absolutely cannot be allowed to wake up!"
The crowd screamed in fright, but Zhang Yizhou remained calm and clapped his hands. Suddenly, more than a dozen people in security uniforms rushed out from both sides of the mourning hall and surrounded the men in black. "President Li?" Zhang Yizhou sneered, "I knew long ago that he was colluding with my good niece, so I specially had the security team guarding this place, just waiting for you to walk into the trap."
Seeing this, the men in black tried to resist but were pinned to the ground by the security guards and unable to move. The woman in the white dress collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted, knowing that this time she was truly finished.
Su Yingxue stood in the corner, watching the reversal before her eyes, and couldn't help but marvel—she had only come to deliver a bowl of rice, but she never expected to stumble upon such a huge conspiracy and witness a grand drama of "faking death to catch the mole."
At this moment, He Rongrong came over, patted her shoulder, and lowered her voice: "Your soup is amazing. It's not only fragrant, but it also became the 'key to solving the case' - if Old Zhang hadn't been awakened by the aroma of the soup, he might have had to pretend to be dead for a while, and those people wouldn't have been exposed so quickly."
Su Yingxue smiled and shook her head, looking down at the empty chicken soup bowl: "It was Old Zhang's own scheme; my soup was just a coincidence."
The commotion in the mourning hall gradually subsided. Zhang Yizhou called the police, who took the woman and the men in black away and comforted the frightened relatives and friends. He walked up to Su Yingxue and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Little girl, your chicken soup today was so delicious, otherwise I would have had to pretend to be 'dead' for a while longer. Your cooking skills are even better than those of a five-star hotel chef!"
Su Yingxue was a little embarrassed: "Mr. Zhang, you flatter me. It's just a simple home-style cooking method."
Zhang Yizhou became serious and pulled Zhang Yuechao aside: "Yuechao, remember this, this Sister Su is a friend of our family. If Sister Su needs any help in the future, our Zhang family must not refuse."
He then looked at Su Yingxue, "I just heard that you set up a small stall at the alley entrance? How about I invest in opening a restaurant for you, so that more people can taste your cooking?"
Su Yingxue was stunned for a moment. Looking at Zhang Yizhou's sincere eyes and then at Zhang Yuechao nodding beside her, she suddenly felt warm inside. She had never thought that a bowl of ordinary yam and chicken soup could not only warm her up but also bring new possibilities to her life.
"Ah. No need. Or..." Su Yingxue thought for a long time, recalling the rumors she heard at that unfinished building and the ghost stories He Rongrong had told. She remembered the faceless woman in white.
The requirement has changed.
"Grandpa Zhang, I heard there's an unfinished building next to the funeral home. It's a development you guys started but no one's taking care of. Could you do something to finish it? It's kind of scary for me to set up my stall there at night. I'd be more afraid of people coming in." Su Yingxue said to Zhang Yizhou, thinking to herself.
Upon hearing Su Yingxue's words, Zhang Yizhou was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out: "Little girl, is that all you ask for? No problem! Let alone repairing a building, I can arrange everything perfectly, even repaving the entire alley. Don't worry."
Su Yingxue felt a little embarrassed by his laughter and tucked the empty thermos in her arms: "It's nothing serious, it's just that He Rongrong always says that unfinished building is haunted. I close my stall late at night, and I always feel a little scared when I pass by. I'm just a little afraid..."
"Haunted?" Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Zhang Yuechao beside him. "Yuechao, didn't you always say you were going to explore unfinished buildings on weekends? Is there really something inside?"
Zhang Yue blushed and scratched his head: "There's no ghost. It's just the wind making noise when it blows through the window, and there are some homeless people living inside. The story got distorted over time. But it's normal for Sister Su to be scared. That building is dark and it can be a bit scary, especially at night when it's windy and cold. It's normal for people to be afraid."
Zhang Yi nodded and patted Su Yingxue on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll get the construction team on site within three days. Not only will it be repaired, but it will also be repaired beautifully—the ground floor will be converted into small shops to sell daily necessities and breakfast, for the convenience of the neighbors;
The floors above the second floor will be rented to young people working nearby at a lower rent, which is a benefit for everyone. I've already planned it all out. Now I can get rid of these guys and tackle this unfinished building.
He spoke so decisively, but Su Yingxue was somewhat surprised: "So fast? Shouldn't we plan it out first? Ask someone to take another look?"
“The plan has been in place for a long time,” Zhang Yizhou said with a smile. “Before, the family was not united, and some people wanted to sell the land for money, so I never started construction. Now it’s all good. Those parasites have been cleared out, so it’s time to clean up this unfinished building and also build up some goodwill for Yuechao.”
"That's wonderful." Su Yingxue hadn't expected there to be such a story behind it.
Just then, the director of the funeral home came out.
It seems they knew about the old man's scheme all along.
He said to him, "Old Zhang, you've really made my funeral home famous."
Grandpa Zhang smiled.
"Thank you for your hard work, curator. I'll apply to have the unfinished building repaired later, to make things more convenient for you all and make your lives a little more comfortable."
"You... Haha. Okay. It's a deal."
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