No matter how great an event’s impact is, it will eventually calm down. The series of events triggered by Xu Zili’s death in the plane crash eventually died down. Some prosecutors involved in the case either chose to commit suicide or surrender themselves. The impact of a series of scandals on the imperial prosecutorial system is imaginable, and some people even questioned its overall fairness.
At the same time, the investigation into companies involved, including the Umbrella Corporation and Stanford Corporation, has also come to an end. However, facing the investigation bureau, several large chaebols involved bowed and apologized. If 70 degrees was not enough, then 90 degrees would do. If 90 degrees was not enough, they could still kneel down. At the same time, the heads of the chaebols involved in the case were abandoned and deprived of management rights.
And what is the final result?
Just as the outside world speculated, he was sentenced to three years in prison, suspended for five years.
This is the case with Wang Songping. Not only was he sentenced to three years suspended for five years and did not have to serve his entire life in prison, he even had to go abroad for treatment due to his health!
So, just like that, he was approved to go abroad again.
They have already gone abroad, what else do you want?
Before, Wang Songping was the president of Umbrella Corporation and he always traveled by private jet. But what about now?
He could only travel on regular flights and was even banned from flying business class.
However, this did not affect him at all. He could book a business class ticket in the name of his secretary, and the two of them could change seats after boarding the plane.
Wang Songping looked to one side to see whether the stewardess had served him whiskey.
"If it were in the past, how could I be ignored like this..."
Obviously, the present is not the past, and the plane he is riding is not the private jet he was used to in the past.
In a corner of the lounge, there was a counter where the lights were dim. Passengers could drink there: the stewardess was at the counter, and the two people at the table also came to the counter. Then a third person came. Another person, at this time, sat in a seat at the other end of the lounge and read a newspaper.
The two people who followed the stewardess to the counter looked drunk. The newcomer also pretended to be drunk in order to talk to the two drunks. The stewardess looked up and happened to meet Wang Songping's eyes. She saw that the guest was waiting for whiskey. She frowned and pretended to be helpless.
She had already filled a glass of wine for him, but the drunk next to her spilled it. She was wiping the wine with a rag when one of the two drunks suddenly fell headfirst onto a chair and then rolled onto the floor.
"Sir, are you okay?"
The stewardess rushed out from behind the counter and tried to help the passenger up, but his partner stood aside, holding a chair next to him, laughing at the joke.
The man who had just arrived was reaching out to drink a glass of freshly poured whiskey from the counter. The man who was reading a newspaper at the other end of the lounge looked at the drunks, frowned, and his expression became a little ugly. He deliberately shook the newspaper in his hand to make a rustling sound to express his protest.
Wang Songping stood up and walked to the window. He didn't want to have anything to do with these drunks. At least before getting off the plane, he would stay away from these people and avoid getting into trouble as much as possible.
A few minutes later, the stewardess came over to him with a glass of full-malt whiskey on his table, and then she said:
"I'm sorry, sir, the drinks are late. Did you order whiskey on the rocks?"
Wang Songping took a look at the beautiful stewardess and said as he sized her up:
"Thank you, I want this kind of wine."
If it were another situation, he might have started a conversation with the stewardess, but he was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he had no interest in doing so.
He was thinking about his life after arriving in Haizhou.
He is no longer the president of Umbrella Corporation. From now on, he is just a person who lives on trust funds. However, this will not be difficult. Not only will he receive hundreds of thousands of yuan every month, but in Haizhou, he can also live in the penthouse apartment prepared for him by his family.
However, Wang Songping was still a little unwilling.
Whenever he thought that from now on he would only be accompanied by wine and women, doing nothing every day and not being able to do anything else, he felt unwilling.
“Maybe, I can start another company!”
That's right, he could start a company and immediately use his previous connections to do something. However, he had to make up an excuse that sounded reasonable. After all, his mother and the company's board of directors didn't allow him to do anything.
At this moment, Wang Songping, who was drinking, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
"ah!"
He suddenly jumped up from his seat, uttered a scream of pain at the top of his lungs, then arched his body, his back twitched violently, as if he was about to suffocate, at first he grabbed his abdomen with both hands, then he kept grabbing his chest, and at the same time he stumbled forward.
“Save me, save me…”
Then his eyes opened wide, veins on his neck bulged, and with a loud bang, he finally fell to the cabin floor.
This scene immediately caused a commotion in the lounge. The stewardess rushed to his side, looked at him nervously, and then immediately gave first aid. At the same time, she shouted loudly.
"Everyone stay where you are and don't move. Sir, can you get me a mat?
After taking the cushion from the man reading the newspaper, she placed it under the head of the fallen man, then went behind the counter and used the intercom to contact the captain.
A few seconds later, a male flight attendant also came over. The captain of the Pacific Airlines flight also came out of the cockpit. They stood over the unconscious passenger and whispered a few words to the stewardess.
The male flight attendant immediately left the lounge, and within a few minutes, he came back with a cardboard file folder, which was the name registration form for the passengers on the plane.
“It’s actually him!”
The captain turned to the other passengers in the lounge and said:
"Please go back to your seats. We have a random doctor who will be here soon. Thank you for your help."
At this time, a stewardess took a blanket and covered Wang Songping who was lying on the ground. Then the captain gave instructions to the radio operator on the intercom:
"Tell Sydney Airport to prepare emergency medical equipment. A male passenger named Wang Songping suddenly fell ill, probably having a heart attack."
When the others heard this name, they all turned their heads to look at that guy. It was actually that guy. They had heard his name a lot in the past period of time.
Wang Songping, who suddenly fell ill, was sleeping straight on the couch in the back row. The doctor knelt on one leg beside him, and he asked the captain for a flashlight. The flight attendant on the plane quickly went to the cockpit to get one.
The doctor lifted up Wang Songping's eyelids, then turned his face and signaled to the captain that he wanted to talk to him alone.
The captain leaned over and the doctor whispered in his ear:
"The man is dead. There are no instruments here to do further analysis and to determine the cause of his death. But in my opinion, he could not have died of a heart attack but was poisoned."
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