Actually, the person on the other end of the phone wanting to sever ties wasn't exactly a case of "crossing the river and burning the bridge" (meaning they've served their purpose).
After all, he gave Qian Shiren the policies he wanted despite opposition, and that alone was enough to compensate for Qian Shiren's sacrifices.
However, he never expected that less than two hours had passed since he hung up the phone.
Someone delivered a tightly wrapped cardboard box to him. The person said it was from Mr. Qian Shiren, the boss, and contained something he had left with Mr. Qian last time.
The man opened the cardboard box and found only two videotapes inside.
"What do you mean by giving me two of these...?"
Of course, once he got home and played it, he knew what it meant.
He only watched the beginning before angrily smashing the two videotapes to pieces!
"Damn it! You beast! You dared to plot against me!"
He was panting heavily, his eyes almost spitting fire.
When the call connected, Qian Shiren was asleep.
He answered the phone with considerable displeasure, "Who is it—so late at night!"
Although the person on the other end of the phone spoke in a very low voice, the anger in their tone was palpable.
"You son of a bitch, Qian Shiren, you fucking record this!"
Upon hearing his voice, Qian Shiren sneered inwardly, thinking to himself, "If I didn't record your video, would you even bother with me?"
However, when he spoke, it was in a completely different, gentle tone: "Oh dear, why are you angry! It's all just to commemorate this moment! At our age, it's rare to see someone as vigorous as you!"
The breathing on the other end became heavier. "Stop fucking talking nonsense to me. Tell me, how many videotapes do you still have?"
Qian Shiren thought for a moment, "There are about seven or eight more discs. Oh, right, I copied the two discs I gave you using blank videotapes."
Qian Shiren could clearly hear the sound of the person on the other end of the phone gritting their teeth through the telephone line.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Qian Shiren yawned. "It's two in the morning. If you're sleepy, go to sleep first. We can talk about it tomorrow. No rush, hehe..."
"Tell me, what do you need me to do?"
"Hey—that's right! First, help me find out what the relationship is between Li Xiangdong and that Liu Donglai from Yanjing."
Qian Shiren spoke in a flippant tone, as if he were instructing a tamed dog beside him.
"I can help you with this, that videotape..."
"If you do a good job, I can give you a free plate."
"What about the others?"
Qian Shiren sighed, "You're really greedy."
After saying that, he added, "Don't even think about silencing me or anything. After all, I've given the videotapes to different people, and if anything happens to me, those videotapes will be sent to Yanjing immediately."
The man opposite sneered, "Then you can send me to Yanjing City right now. Rather than suffer your endless coercion, I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!"
Qian Shiren's eyes darted around. "How about this? You help me settle this matter, and I'll destroy all the videotapes, okay?"
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In just two days, thousands of clivia plants that were originally in Lijiapo were transported to Changchun by train.
It was freezing cold in Changchun at this time of year, and Chen Zaohua had previously rented several flower sheds from the Fengguan Joint Flower Market to house these clivia plants.
When these clivia plants were carried into the greenhouse in an endless stream, the entire market was in an uproar.
Following this, people from the surrounding area who had heard the news came to see what was going on.
Everyone crowded together, pointing and whispering, their eyes gleaming with envy.
Li Zhanyou, who had previously dealt with Li Xiangdong and others, and who had rented the flower shed to Chen Zaohua this time, became the target of everyone's inquiries.
However, Li Zhanyou, who usually enjoys being praised by others, was very cautious this time, and kept saying he didn't know or wasn't clear about it.
By the time all the flowers had been transported and placed, it was already dark, and the market was unusually quiet except for Chen Zaohua and a few others.
After putting down the last pot of flowers, a thin man in his thirties turned to leave.
Chen Zaohua stopped him, "Hey, Master! Wait a minute—"
"What are you doing?"
"You haven't been paid yet!"
Chen Zaohua took out a ten-yuan note from her pocket and handed it to him.
The workers were all temporary workers hired from the labor market. It was agreed that each person would be paid ten yuan a day.
The man waved his hand, "Never mind, consider it payment for the noodles I owed last time."
Chen Zaohua was completely confused. "What's the price of noodles?"
"Hey, you don't know? You'll find out when you get back and tell your boss."
This person turned around and explained to Chen Zaohua.
The lights inside the greenhouse are 45-watt bulbs, which provide bright illumination.
Although time has passed, Chen Zaohua still recognized the person in front of her at a glance.
Thick, dark eyebrows, slender eyes, and gold teeth that gleamed under the light.
Chen Zaohua cried out, "Brother Tu—you're Brother Tu Hong!"
The person in front of them was Tu Hong, who had tried to rob Li Xiangdong and Zhou Hongsong but ended up having his gold tooth knocked out instead.
Tu Hong did not recognize Chen Zaohua in front of him.
"Who are you--"
Chen Zaohua stepped forward. "Brother Tu, I'm Chen Zaohua!"
"Chen...Zaohua..."
"It's Chen Zaohua, the one who almost drowned after falling into the water back then. It was Uncle Tu who saved me!"
Chen Zaohua spoke urgently, but when she mentioned Uncle Tu, the light in her eyes dimmed again, "Uncle Tu, I haven't been able to burn any paper money or light any incense for him all these years..."
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