Chapter 40
Song Zhi froze in place, his mind in a mess.
His nephew Song Shiyu likes men with top looks and figures. He deliberately calculated the timing to set up this trap in order to get in touch with Laizhou and get the cooperation.
He originally thought that everything was foolproof, but he didn't expect that Lai Zhou didn't even touch Song Shiyu?
So who was in the room last night? As for his eldest brother...his eldest brother should understand, it's all for the benefit of the Song family, yes, it's all for the Song family!
---
Song Shiyu had just finished washing up and changed his clothes when the doorbell rang.
Standing outside the door was Lai Zhou.
Lai Zhou's eyes swept over Song Shiyu's neck and the ambiguous red marks that could not be completely covered. One could imagine how intense last night was.
He didn't point it out, but simply reached out and handed over a document: "Mr. Song, good morning. This is the letter of intent for cooperation. I have had it drafted."
He paused, his tone filled with meaning, "Your second uncle's character is truly...disreputable. If it weren't for your father's sake, I would never have let him go so easily. I immediately called a doctor for yesterday's incident, but it seems to have been of no use."
He raised his eyes and looked at Song Shiyu sharply, "But you can rest assured that no unnecessary news of what happened yesterday will be leaked."
Song Shiyu took the letter of intent with a calm expression, as if the thrilling experience last night was just a dream: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Lai."
Lai Zhou lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Amidst the smoke, he asked half-jokingly and half-seriously, "A simple 'thank you' isn't enough. How are you going to thank me, Mr. Song?"
Song Shiyu calmly put on his suit jacket, his tone calm but full of weight: "If Mr. Lai is interested in overseas markets, we can reserve a seat for cooperation in our new energy project in Northern Europe."
Lai Zhou's fingers holding the cigarette paused slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Song Shiyu was so generous?
He had heard about the prospects of that project.
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "Overseas projects are not in my plans for now. How about, Mr. Song, you owe me a favor first? When I think of what I want, I'll ask you for it."
"Okay." Song Shiyu agreed readily and put the letter of intent away. "I'll take it back and study it carefully. Also, the bidding for the Huatian project is about to start. I wish our cooperation a successful one."
The two shook hands politely, reaching a tacit understanding.
Afterwards, Song Shiyu, accompanied by Xiaoxi, went to the airport and boarded the return flight.
On the plane, Song Shiyu felt unprecedented fatigue. It was not only the aftereffects of last night's shock and indulgence, but also the residual effects of the drugs, which seemed to have drained away most of his energy, making him feel weak all over and his thinking seemed a little slow.
Before the plane took off, he sent a text message to Ji Zhiqi to report that he was safe, and then fell into a deep sleep.
---
Behind the scenes of the program recording, Ji Zhiqi looked at the short message sent by Song Shiyu on the mobile phone screen, imagining his current state, his eyes so gloomy that water could almost be squeezed out.
He suppressed the urge to fly back to him immediately, and instead opened another dialog box, quickly typing in a message and sending it off:
"How's the investigation going on with Song Zhi?"
The other party replied quickly, as if prepared. "Mr. Ji, Song Zhi's company's internal management is chaotic and full of loopholes. He has long exploited the Song family's reputation to defraud others and receive improper benefits. The company's accounts show irrefutable evidence of embezzlement of public funds and malicious defaults on suppliers and employee wages. Furthermore, we have multiple pieces of evidence linking him to commercial fraud and illegal operations. The evidence is sufficient to put him in jail, and he'll never be released."
Ji Zhiqi looked at the screen, a trace of cold cruelty flashed across his eyes, and he replied with a few words with a light tap of his fingertips:
"Do it now."
"Understood!" the other party responded immediately.
At this time, Xiaohua came hurriedly and said, "Brother Qi, it's our turn to rehearse soon. The director asked us to go over and wait."
Ji Zhiqi took a deep breath, suppressed all his emotions, and turned back into the idol who shone brightly on the stage.
He locked the screen, handed the phone to Xiaohua for safekeeping, and walked calmly towards the waiting room, ready to face the next work.
But deep in those seemingly calm eyes, a trace of worry for Song Shi and a cold determination towards Song Zhi were already deeply rooted.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
