"Yes, it's the director of our farm. He knew someone was investigating Song Ruming's case, so he ordered us to stop outsiders like you outside the herbal medicine farm."
Song Rushuang frowned.
The director of the medicinal materials farm, isn’t that the deceased’s father?
If the real culprit can be caught as soon as possible, wouldn’t that be a good thing for his daughter?
Then why did he stop those who wanted to find the truth?
Song Rushuang felt deeply that the strangeness of this matter could not be fully explained in a few words.
Now we don’t know whether the manager of this medicinal material farm is the real murderer or an accomplice.
Or maybe, he didn't do anything to harm his daughter. After all, how many people in the world could do such a thing?
So, is he afraid of something?
"Is there any way for us to meet the director?"
"Don't be ridiculous, how can this be? I'm telling you guys, if I really let you in, I'll have to get out tonight!"
Anyway, it's impossible to let them in.
Xi Yan was very angry.
She was about to retort, but Song Rushuang shook her head at her.
The atmosphere was a little frozen for a moment.
During this period, Xi Yan had no intention of letting the security guard go.
He said helplessly:
"Little girl, there's no point in dragging me along, right? Why do you insist on investigating this case?"
Song Rushuang didn't say anything.
Naturally, she would not reveal her relationship with Song Ruming.
Song Rushuang was not in a good mood when faced with the security guard's so-called "good advice".
She will definitely not return empty-handed today.
Since the people behind the scenes don't want her to enter this pharmaceutical factory, then she can choose not to enter.
But she had to know other news.
She looked at the security guard and said in a deep voice:
"Which hospital is Wei Ling in?"
The security guard probably didn't expect that Song Rushuang could find out something related to Wei Ling.
I don’t know who leaked it in the field.
Now he can only hope that this matter will not involve him.
"You, how do you know Wei Ling is also one of them?"
Song Rushuang frowned.
She finally discovered it.
This security guard talks a lot.
It's such a lot of nonsense, it's really annoying.
She was too lazy to play along with him.
He's not a good guy anyway.
Naturally, she didn't have a good temper towards him.
"Answer my question."
Xi Yan added:
"Did you hear that? Speak!"
"This, I can't tell you this."
He knew clearly that Song Rushuang and the others came to investigate a case.
Of course I can't cooperate with them.
Otherwise, if the director knew about this, wouldn't that be like stabbing a nail in his eye?
"one thousand."
Song Rushuang originally thought that as long as she mentioned money, the security guard would definitely agree.
But things are not that simple.
Even if you give him money, he just smiles bitterly:
"Little girl, I know you're all rich, but this isn't something you can just solve with money. Our farm manager is a big shot in our town, and even the mayor has to respect him. If you offend him, he can kill you with a flick of his hand."
No wonder this money-hungry security guard could resist the temptation of the money.
You know, he only makes two hundred yuan a month at most now.
This thousand is half a year's salary.
As long as there is a slight chance of success, he will not give up easily.
But he refused so bluntly.
Therefore, Song Rushuang felt that someone must have specifically pointed this out to her a long time ago.
Moreover, probably knowing that he was greedy for money, they might have given him a specific reminder.
I think the security guard can tell the difference between one meal and another.
Since money can't impress him, Song Rushuang Yeju can only learn from Xi Yan.
He doesn't want money, but he must have someone he has to protect.
When Song Rushuang thought of this, she immediately made up her mind.
"Wang Zhong has one son and one daughter. His son is in the army, named Wang Weishan. His daughter married in Chongcheng, and he has a grandson who is attending high school locally."
Song Rushuang paused, watching Wang Zhong's color change from normal to red, and then to white.
It took him a long time to find his voice:
"That's not right. How could you possibly know about my son?!"
Wang Zhong couldn't help but be surprised.
His son is in the army and has not been home for eight years due to confidentiality and family safety issues.
Apart from his own relatives, many people don't know that he has a son.
Even his relatives don't know where he is.
Even if Song Rushuang has money and can investigate, she shouldn't be able to find out information about his son.
Wang Zhong is sixty years old after all.
I have eaten more rice than others.
He thought that Song Rushuang's knowledge of this information represented a possibility.
She is not only rich, but also very powerful.
At least they are not an ordinary wealthy family.
It was not until this moment that Wang Zhong finally realized what kind of person he had provoked.
He really can't afford to offend the manager.
But the two little girls in front of me are even more difficult to offend.
If they can find out such hidden information, then there is much more information that they can find out.
I can't be afraid for my own children just to keep a job.
"You, don't do anything to them!"
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