Chapter 465 This scum!
Zhao Zhiqiang was dizzy from the fall when he heard Jiang Bei's cruel words.
He was terrified when he heard another voice slowly coming out.
"Zhao Zhiqiang, 37 years old, a native of Beijing."
Han Xi's voice was eerily calm, and he seemed very patient. "I've been detained many times for gambling, drunken disorder, and prostitution."
Zhao Zhiqiang's expression changed: "You...what do you want to do?"
Han Xi ignored him and continued, "Your sister, Zhao Huan, is 22 years old and an accounting student at the School of Finance. Six months ago, she committed suicide by taking pills in a nightclub due to depression. You took 200,000 yuan in hush money from the nightclub and let the matter go."
"You! You're talking nonsense!"
After Zhao Zhiming finished yelling, he felt scared again.
"That money is clearly compensation from the nightclub. As her only brother, I should take it!"
“Bang!”
A stack of photos fell on his face.
The photo shows Zhao Huan, who is half-naked and has tears on his face, and Zhao Zhiqiang standing at the door of a nightclub counting money.
"You force your own sister to go to a nightclub to accompany drinking, and you think you are a human being!"
Jiang Bei dragged Zhao Zhiqiang around again. Zhao Zhiqiang was beaten so hard that he vomited blood and became dizzy.
At this time, Jiang Bei took out a suitcase from somewhere, opened it, and found 300,000 yuan in neatly stacked cash, which he threw directly in front of Zhao Zhiqiang.
"Found it under your bed. Accepting 300,000 yuan in bribes is enough to get you sentenced to 10 or 8 years."
Zhao Zhiqiang's face was ashen: "No...it's not like that..."
Seeing the cash box, Zhao Zhiqiang completely collapsed: "I... I was forced to do this! That person came to me out of the blue, and I was really short of money. He said that as long as I ruined the book signing, the money would be mine. I didn't mean to hurt anyone!"
Han Xi walked in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly: "Go to the police station and repeat what you just said. We agreed to give you a chance to go to prison and reform yourself, but maybe..."
“......!” Zhao Zhiqiang’s heart trembled.
"Did you hear that?"
Jiang Bei smiled cruelly, "If you don't want to die, you'd better be sensible. If you weren't still useful, a scum like you wouldn't be worthy of seeing tomorrow's sun."
After exiting the narrow corridor, Jiang Bei opened the car door. Before getting in, Han Xi said, "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him jump around again."
"yes."
When they returned to the villa halfway up the mountain, Fang Li had already washed up and was half-lying on the bed in her cotton pajamas, watching the computer.
Han Xi walked in, leaned over and kissed her on the corner of her mouth, then took off his clothes and went into the bathroom.
After Han Xi finished washing up, the couple lay on the bed, and Han Xi told her about Zhao Zhiqiang.
"Zhao Zhiqiang did have a sister named Zhao Huan, who committed suicide by taking pills in a nightclub six months ago."
Fang Li was startled. Han Xi raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, saying, "Before her death, Zhao Huan was forced to work in a nightclub by Zhao Zhiqiang. Once, she was taken advantage of by a drunk customer. She wanted to call the police but was stopped by Zhao Zhizhong. Zhao Zhizhong extorted 50,000 yuan from the customer, and that's when he started thinking about this."
Over a period of more than a year, Zhao Zhizhong used his sister Zhao Huan to extort nearly one million yuan, all of which he squandered on eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.
Before Zhao Huan graduated from university, he became a tool for Zhao Zhizhong to make money, and later he suffered from severe depression.
He eventually committed suicide by taking a large amount of cephalexin with alcohol in the workshop of a nightclub.
Xu Fangli felt a stomachache just listening to it: "This scum!"
I treated my own sister like this, just for money!
Han Xi's voice was as cold as ice. "Don't worry, after he explains everything to the police, he will never see the light of day again in this lifetime."
"Even so, it's too cheap for him!"
Xu Fangli was shaking with anger. "Even so, he still had the nerve to use his sister's death to..."
"Okay, don't be angry. It's not worth it for such a person."
Han Xi said, "Let me show you something."
He took the phone from the bedside table, pulled up a surveillance video and handed it over.
Fang Li glanced at the time and saw that it was 12:47 last night when Zhang Dechang, the legal director of Yaoxing Media, sneaked into the residential complex where Zhao Zhiqiang lived.
Although there was no direct footage of the two meeting, he appeared in the old town on the outskirts of the city at that time, and anyone with a discerning eye would know why.
Xu Fangli sneered, "I knew it was Sheng Qianrui a long time ago, but I didn't expect her to live up to everyone's expectations."
Han Xi said, "Tomorrow, as soon as the police issue an official announcement, I will arrange for someone to post this video online. As for guiding public opinion..."
"I can do it myself."
Han Xi curled his lips and rubbed Fang Li's head. "Okay, everything is arranged. Can we go to bed now?"
Xu Fangli wanted to watch the video on the mobile phone, but Han Xi snatched it away and threw it on the bedside, then turned over and easily subdued her.
Han Xi put his big hand on her shoulder: "Aren't you tired after tossing around all day?"
Feeling the place where he was pinching, Fang Li narrowed her eyes, "It's true. My shoulders are a little sore after signing so many books."
Han Xi knew it, as his thumb accurately found the sore spot on her shoulder and neck, and began to massage it with moderate force.
Xu Fangli couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh, and her muscles, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed.
"How did you get Zhao Zhiqiang to speak today?" she asked with her eyes closed.
Han Xi's hands didn't stop at all, and he continued to move: "Nothing serious, I just talked to him about some principles."
Xu Fangli chuckled: "When President Han talks about reasoning, you don't mean using your fists, do you?"
"It's not mine, it's Jiangbei's."
Fang Li chuckled, listened to his serious tone, and turned to face him.
Looking at the man's handsome features, she couldn't help but raise her head and gently kiss the corner of his mouth, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Han."
Han Xi's eyes darkened, and he leaned over to press her down: "Ali, you think I've worked hard, shouldn't you compensate me?"
His lips followed, and Xu Fangli dodged his kiss with a smile: "Boss Han, you are so anxious that you are usually calm..."
"That's for outsiders to see, so it's not necessary to face Ali."
As he spoke, Han Xi's lips had already landed on her neck.
The slightly itchy touch made Xu Fangli's heart tighten. She shrank her neck and endured it. When the man had kissed her clavicle and pulled away, Fang Li breathed lightly, held his face, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
The kiss started out gentle and gradually became passionate.
Han Xi put his hand in her hair and put his other hand around her waist, pressing her towards him.
Xu Fangli could feel his gradually accelerating heartbeat and her own equally rapid breathing.
When they finally broke apart, both of their pajamas were in disarray.
Han Xi's eyes burned with a familiar fire, but he restrained himself and gently brushed away the loose hair on Xu Fangli's forehead: "You are too tired today, let's rest early."
Fang Li was indeed a little tired, but seeing how he was trying so hard to suppress his lust, she couldn't bear it after all.
She shook her head and pretended to be relaxed as she unbuttoned the few remaining buttons of his pajamas. "Mr. Han, why are you stopping at this time? Are you tired?"
Han Xi grabbed her restless hand and looked into her teasing eyes: "Don't you want to go to the company tomorrow?"
Xu Fangli looked at him provocatively, "Mr. Han, are you sure you can do it?"
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