Across from the hospital, in a Lamborghini.
Chen Zui watched two police cars come out of the hospital and merge into the traffic before putting down his phone. "Third brother, is it okay now?"
The chirping of cicadas was deafening outside the car window. Yong Zhixu rested one wrist on the window sill, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingertips.
He curled his slender, cold-white index finger, flicked the ash from his cigarette, and said gently, "Let's go."
Chen Zui drove the car and merged into the traffic. He secretly glanced at Yong Zhixu, hesitated, and whispered: "Third brother... do you really like it?"
The cigarette was put out, the car window rolled up, and Yong Zhixu turned around.
The eyes seemed to be filled with autumn water, shimmering with light and filled with a hint of smile.
"What do you think?" He asked in a clear voice instead of answering.
"Okay." Chen Zui rubbed his face dejectedly.
Before, he always hoped that his third brother could find a girl he liked, so whenever he saw a good-looking girl, he wanted to introduce her to someone.
But now, even though he really liked her, he couldn't feel happy at all.
There is a sense of guilt for leading the moon into the mud.
"Third brother, maybe it's just your illusion?" He asked with a glimmer of hope.
However, there was no response from Yong Zhixu.
Was it an illusion? The man stared at the Buddhist beads in his hand.
He is not an ignorant boy. He cannot tell whether it is an illusion or a heartbeat, but he will not be unable to tell it forever.
But the little girl doesn't seem easy to get along with.
Moreover, he has certain problems of his own.
When he was twelve years old, he was molested by an old lady. He kindly helped her cross the street, but she pulled him into an alley, hugged him, and touched and kissed him randomly.
Although he pushed it away quickly, it still left a shadow on him, causing him to feel physiologically nauseous whenever he came into contact with a woman's skin.
He wasn't sure if he was well enough.
Buddhism says: The environment changes with the mind.
Allowing it to happen is called going with the flow.
He is not afraid of what happens, nor is he afraid of trying.
However, matters of the heart are different from other matters. He was afraid of provoking the girl and ultimately being unable to get along normally with her. What was the difference between that and being a hooligan?
Glancing at him in silence, Chen Zui thought he already knew the answer.
So he tried to persuade her indirectly: "Third brother, do you know that guy in the bar last night? He's dead! I had someone investigate, and it was Tang Xili's people who did it! I'd rather pay you than kill that guy."
Upon hearing this, Yong Zhixu's eyelashes suddenly raised, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
After a moment, he said calmly, "Death is not a pity."
Chen Zui was a little anxious. "Of course I know that kind of person deserves death, but Third Brother, the point is that Tang Xili ignored the law!"
"And the batch of goods that the An family lost in Nanyang a few days ago, it seems she was also responsible!"
"Third brother, she is definitely not an ordinary person."
"Even if you want to get involved, at least you should know what she does, right?"
Yong Zhixu fiddled with his Buddhist beads, his eyes dim.
After a while, he said, "Let's go back first and talk about it later."
Let him think about it carefully.
Chen Zui didn't want to wait and see, it was best to cut the Gordian knot.
He got off the car under the pretext of smoking, found a secluded spot, and quietly dialed a number, "Help me check someone... Her name is..."
——
Tang Xili doesn't like to owe others, and she doesn't like others to owe her even more.
So I wasn't very happy about being rescued by an unknown person, but rather a little annoyed.
He looked unhappy all the way back.
It wasn't until Ji Fuzheng called and told her that An was under investigation that her expression improved.
"Expose the evidence of Qiming Film and Television's money laundering and Changxu Industrial's substandard materials, and buy some trending searches." She ordered.
Ji Fuzheng on the other end asked, "Now?"
"Now."
Qiming Film and Television is the company of Wang Fan and An Zhixue, and Changxu Industry is An's main business. She wants to attack both the tail and the weak spot of the snake.
They should all feel the despair of being pressed step by step and having no power to resist.
After hanging up the phone, Tang Xili told Bella, who was driving, "Go to An's."
Of course I have to see with my own eyes what a mess they are in...
——
Half an hour later, An's name became a hot topic.
#Changxu Group is under investigation by the tax bureau#
#Changxu Group's raw materials are unqualified#
#Changxu Group tax evasion#
#Qiming Films Money Laundering#
The top four hot searches on the main list are all negative news about An, and the whole network is eating melons.
In the An Building, the public relations department was in chaos and the top management held an emergency meeting.
When Tang Xili kicked open the door of the conference room, a group of senior executives were formulating a public relations plan.
The banging of the door and the intrusion of a woman who seemed too beautiful to be real shocked everyone.
"Who are you?" asked a bald executive.
"Tangxi Pear?" An Xianyue exclaimed.
Wang Fan's face darkened, and he shouted outside, "Security, security!"
The male secretary ran in hurriedly, holding the corner of his mouth swollen from being beaten. "Boss Wang, the security guards were all knocked down by the people led by this woman."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole conference room was in an uproar.
"Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into our company meeting?"
"Mr. An, who is she? Do you know her?"
An Xianyue's expression was gloomy. She pointed at the door and roared, "Get out! Get out!"
"Heh..." A sneer escaped from Tang Xili's mouth. She walked gracefully to An Xianyue and bowed slowly.
An Xianyue thought she was going to attack again, her eyes changed and she was about to stand up.
But Tang Xili pushed him back into his seat.
"Little aunt..." Tang Xili lowered her head with a smile, lifted her chin with the handle of her folding fan, and whispered in her ear, "If you don't want me to make your feelings for An Youxuan public, just shut up."
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