Han Mengyao finally returned before the meeting began.
Director Liu looked at the handsome men and beautiful women sitting to his right and the strange monsters and demons to his left, his heart filled with complicated feelings.
He racked his brains but still couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.
Wang Dahai and Chunhua sat in the seats closest to Director Liu.
Before the meeting began, Ji Qian, in order to facilitate communication, forcibly stuffed the two of them into the dolls of Xiong Da and Xiong Er.
So now the two of them snuggling together look much more pleasing to the eye than when they were spirits.
Xu Qi was seated directly opposite Master Qian. Every time he looked up, he could see the face of the paper figure opposite him, which made his face even paler than the paper figure's.
Because the wooden dolls and scarecrows were too small, Ji Qian simply placed them on the table.
The scarecrow was excitedly running around the table; he hadn't seen so many people in many years.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Ji Qian turned to look at Director Liu, who understood:
"Today's meeting is a bit special, so Professor Ji, please speak first."
Ji Qian took out the megaphone she had prepared beforehand and cleared her throat:
"Ahem, first of all, let me introduce the important guests of this meeting," Ji Qian raised her hand and pointed to the opposite side:
"From left to right, they are Chunhua, the beauty in the well; Wang Dahai, the infatuated foreman; Mr. Qian, the mature and steady; and Mrs. Qian, the dignified and elegant."
When it came to the wooden doll and the scarecrow, Ji Qian paused for a moment before continuing:
"The true identities of these two individuals are still under discussion, but I believe we are friends, not enemies."
When Ji Qian said the phrase "friends, not enemies," he emphasized the pronunciation.
Compared to the still bewildered wooden doll, the scarecrow, having just experienced the harsh realities of life, is clearly more mature:
"You're right, I'll listen to you."
Ji Qian was very satisfied with his answer and gave him an appreciative look.
Director Liu was stripped of his power.
I'm impressed by Ji Qian's description.
She's a CPU whiz.
Is anyone concerned about Xu Qi? I think he's about to faint.
"What are those last two things?" Han Mengyao, who had completely missed the entire day's plot, asked Ying Xu in a low voice.
Unfortunately, Ying Xu woke up only an hour earlier than her and was now counting the wood grain on the table with a bewildered expression.
"Director Liu should have seen the entire investigation process today, so I won't say more."
Director Liu, is there any additional information you would like to add?
Ji Qian asked very directly, and although Director Liu knew he was in the wrong, he still tried his best to maintain his dignity when answering:
"We had only heard some rumors before we came, and we weren't sure if they were reliable."
Since Teacher Ji has asked this question, I'll give a brief answer.
It is said that this house was built during the Qing Dynasty, and its owner at the time was a wealthy local merchant surnamed Qian.
At this point, Director Liu subconsciously glanced at the paper figure on his left.
At this moment, Mr. Qian sat upright, and there was not a trace of abnormality in the painted facial features.
"There is very little information about this family. It seems that it was deliberately erased by someone. All we know is that in the 23rd year of Qianlong's reign, that is, 1758 AD, the whole family died tragically in the old house."
"The whole family is gone?"
Before Ji Qian could speak, Mr. Qian, who was sitting to the side, couldn't hold back any longer. He had left far too early, and all he knew about that day came from his wife's account.
Director Liu was startled by his sudden outburst and quickly gave Ji Qian a meaningful look.
Ji Qian pretended not to see and focused on being a relentless questioning machine: "Who owns this house?"
Realizing that Ji Qian, who was in charge, was not going to pay them any attention, Mr. Qian and Director Liu had no choice but to back down.
"After the incident, the house was abandoned until the 1990s when it was bought by a businessman named Jiang Shengda. A couple of years ago, Jiang Shengda's company went bankrupt due to poor management."
"Because he had some debts from his previous collaboration with our TV station, he mortgaged this house to us." Seeing that Director Liu didn't speak, the assistant director answered from the side.
"Jiang Shengda?"
Ji Qian subconsciously glanced at Xiong Da—Wang Dahai—sitting opposite her. The other man was excitedly saying, "Yes, yes, that's my boss. He's such a nice guy!"
[It wasn't that great, was it? I remember there was a story about this Boss Jiang committing murder for insurance money, right?]
[Don't spread rumors. The investigation results aren't out yet. What if an innocent person is wrongly accused?]
[Waiting online for the result]
Hey, isn't that how netizens are? It's easy to spread rumors, but it's exhausting to debunk them.
[Stop denying the rumors! The official announcement just confirmed that Jiang Shengda's murder for insurance fraud is confirmed, and he's preparing for sentencing!]
[My God, murder for insurance money?!]
Could that "person" he killed be him?
Yes, it's Wang Dahai!
To be precise, he was the first; in the twenty years that followed, Jiang Shengda successively murdered three more workers.
Wait, I don't understand. Shouldn't the death insurance payout for the worker go to their family? How could he commit insurance fraud?
The investigation wasn't strict back then, and Jiang Shengda found someone to exploit the loophole so that the insurance compensation would be directly deposited into his account.
He then took out tens of thousands of yuan and gave it to the workers' families.
Most of these workers came from rural areas, and their families didn't understand these things. Some were even extremely grateful to Jiang Shengda!
[Isn't that what Wang Dahai's family is like? Before this live stream, his brother Wang Xiaohu was even working at Jiang Shengda's company!]
Who says there are no talented actors in China? Look at this one!
Seriously, people like this should be on a talent show even in prison; they're such good actors!
[They won't be able to get him into prison. I've asked around, and the initial estimate is the death penalty.]
[Can the execution be broadcast live? I want Wang Dahai to see it.]
Let's try applying on Weibo; maybe the official account will be in a good mood and approve it!
[If all else fails, just show it to Wang Dahai; it's too tragic that he's been fooled for so many years!]
Ji Qian couldn't see the comments, so she didn't intend to elaborate on this topic further.
"So the TV station now owns this house?"
Why are you asking this?
Compared to the assistant director who answers every question, Director Liu is clearly more intelligent.
Seeing Director Liu's wary expression, Ji Qian smiled and said, "It's nothing, just asking."
Without waiting for Director Liu to ask further questions, she quickly moved on to the next topic: "Let's talk about your identity, Mr. Scarecrow."
The burn victim hadn't expected the topic to shift to him so quickly; he hadn't even finished making up a story yet!
"Um, I... I'm a servant in the Qian family, responsible for tending the fire in the small kitchen in the side courtyard."
After saying this, the burned ghost paused, trying his best to look sad, but unfortunately, because his face was covered in straw, the effect was not obvious.
"I was tending the fire in the kitchen when the man in black kicked me from behind into the stove and burned me alive!"
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