"Of course not!" Liang Muchuan said in a deep voice, "I can guarantee with my integrity that my uncle has absolutely not done anything outside the red line. This time he was investigated because of that old bastard surnamed Qian."
"Qian Yuanhua?" Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow. "What does it have to do with him?"
Liang Muchuan took a deep breath, his eyes filled with anger: "Qian Yuanhua, as my uncle's subordinate, took advantage of my uncle's trust to sign several unfinished projects. In addition, he accepted bribes privately. Zhou Zheng'an arrested him first. Now this person is making up accusations that all of this was done under my uncle's orders."
Song Qingyou pondered for a moment, then said, "Since your uncle hasn't done anything, I think the best course of action for the Liang family is to remain inactive for now."
"What do you mean?" Liang Muchuan frowned.
Song Qingyou slowly said, "The bigger your actions, the more gossip you'll give outsiders. It's unlikely that Zhou Zheng'an would detain your uncle based solely on Qian Yuanhua's word. Even if Zhao Jinheng loses the election, his remaining forces are still not to be underestimated. Why would he deliberately provoke him at this critical juncture?"
Perhaps Zhou Zheng'an's goal wasn't to send your uncle to jail, but rather to get your uncle to volunteer to step down and voluntarily relinquish his position.
After a pause, Song Qingyou said, "This is using your uncle to put pressure on those people in the Zhao faction. So instead of going to great lengths to beg for help everywhere, you should think carefully about what your Liang family has that makes that person wary."
Having said her piece, Song Qingyou stopped there. Sometimes, being too explicit isn't a good thing. She gave Liang Muchuan a direction for solving the problem, and how he chose to proceed was up to the Liang family.
Liang Muchuan's eyes flickered slightly. After a long silence, he stood up and said, "Thank you. Once my uncle is out, I will immediately send Huakong's AI intelligence division, along with its technology and talent, to the Song family."
Song Qingyou smiled faintly: "You don't need to thank me. I just don't like Fu Wenzhou lowering himself to ask for favors."
Her nonchalant tone sent a shock through the three people present.
Xu Zezhan's eyes showed surprise. He did not expect Song Qingyou to refuse such a large gift, and the reason she gave was simply that she did not like the arrogant and frivolous mad dog who groveled for others.
Liang Muchuan was stunned for a moment, then a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips. He had actually fantasized that Song Qingyou didn't love Fu Wenzhou and might one day choose him; now it seemed utterly ridiculous.
Gu Bai was equally surprised.
At this moment, they seemed to get to know Song Qingyou all over again.
Perhaps they have always been wrong.
Song Qingyou did not not love Fu Wenzhou; perhaps she always had. It's just that her love was restrained, protective, and a quiet favoritism and indulgence.
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