City of Streamer

This step is not easy. "

"But I haven't finished it yet." Feng Shizhen grabbed Meng Xian's hand, and his cold, sweaty fingers clasped his wrist tightly, "Seventh Master, I want to go to Wenchunli!"

"Now?" Yang Xiucheng glanced worriedly at the dark rainy night outside the window.

"Yes." Feng Shizhen stared at Meng Xian, with the sparkle of the fireplace in his eyes.

Meng Xu'an stared at her face that was stained with blood by the firelight, and his eyes fell on the hand she was holding tightly to himself. The thin white fingers looked so fragile, as if they could be broken with a single effort. But it grabbed him and locked it so tightly that he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

He looked calm, put his palm on the back of Feng Shizhen's cold hand, and said, "Okay."

The rain had been pattering down, covering up the roar of the car's engine. The light of the headlights seemed to have dug two tunnels in the dark night, penetrating the chaos and guiding the front.

The crisp sound of the horn was particularly loud in the silent midnight. The doorman who was awakened scolded and went out with an umbrella.

"It's the middle of the night, who is it?"

The answer to him was the heavy blow on the **** of the gun on the back of the head.

The porter's unconscious and limp body was caught and dragged back to the hut. The key hanging on the wall was taken off, and the big iron door in Wen Chunli was opened. The car drove in recklessly with its headlights on.

Many houses have been sold in the news spring, but the new residents have not had time to move in. Neat and beautiful alleys, every household is blinded by black lights, and even the street lights have been extinguished. Only the raindrops splattered on the roof and windows, beating in a rapid rhythm.

Under the illumination of the headlights, the old house that looked a little weird in the daytime became more and more ghostly. Although the exterior wall was freshly painted, the door with the iron railings locked still had a gloomy meaning.

"Is it here?" Meng Xu'an asked.

Feng Shizhen nodded.

Meng Xian raised his hand gently, and his subordinate held a huge iron pliers, and with a click, the lock on the iron door was broken. In Feng Shizhen's memory of nearly 20 years, the iron door that had been sturdy and indestructible soon creaked and was slowly pushed open under the action of several men.

It was pitch black inside the door, like an open mouth, waiting to swallow the person who came.

"Are you ready?" Meng Xian asked softly.

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath, ignored his outstretched hand, turned on the flashlight, and strode into the door in the rain.

The house has not been repaired and maintained for 20 years and is very old. Although the doors and windows of the outer walls are strong, the doors and windows of the inner walls are basically broken.

The narrow atrium is overgrown with weeds, and in the grass hides tiles and slats that have fallen from rotting roofs. As soon as Feng Shizhen and the others walked in, there was a rustling sound in the room. That was the sound of the mice hiding here being alarmed.

"I want to go in and have a look." Feng Shizhen said to Meng Xu'an.

Meng Xian said, "The house hasn't been repaired for a long time, and the stairs are probably rotten. I'll let the people below take a look first."

Feng Shizhen did not argue with him.

Meng Xu arranged for two little men to check the house up and down. The subordinate came back and said, "The stairs have collapsed in half, and there is nothing in the room except for a few rotten tables and chairs."

"Then check this piece of land." Meng Xian ordered.

Feng Shizhen stood in front of the building, looking at the house thoughtfully.

"If it's too hard, Miss Feng can go back to the car and wait." Yang Xiucheng held her umbrella.

Feng Shizhen said as if babbling: "I'm thinking, if I kill someone and hide in a house, what should I do."

Yang Xiucheng couldn't help but shivered slightly.

"There were other tenants living in the building at that time, so Qin Shuigen couldn't dig the soil with great fanfare. He had to hide the corpse quietly and quickly. Then, after he exchanged the lottery ticket and had money, he could come back to buy the house and put the The tenants drove away. But at that time, he didn't have to spend any more time moving the body. This house is the grave he used to bury people."

"Then what should I do?" Yang Xiucheng was lost in thought.

"Wall." Feng Shizhen turned his face, his dark eyes flashed with bright broken light, "Aunt mentioned that the friend who looks very much like my father seems to be a mason."

"Yes." Yang Xiucheng said hurriedly, "You mean..."

"Seventh Master!" Feng Shizhen quickly turned around and shouted at Meng Xu'an, "Go check the wall! See if there is a hollow wall!"

Meng Xian raised his eyebrows, did not ask much, and waved his hand to let his subordinates do it immediately.

Feng Shizhen folded his arms and stood motionless in the center of the courtyard. The night wind blew the hem of her moon-white jacket, making her look like a ghost.

An undead who survived by luck twenty-four years ago, crawled out of hell, and liquidated the ledger.

"I found it! Here!" A subordinate's voice came from the west corner of the first floor.

Feng Shizhen trembled violently, and ran to the place where the sound came from.

A cramped room in the west corner was crowded with tall men. Feng Shizhen squeezed over and walked to the front, Meng Xian was lightly tapping a wall with a flashlight.

dong dong, dong dong...

"The back must be empty." Meng Xuan said firmly, turning to look at Feng Shizhen, "Ready?"

Feng Shizhen nodded expressionlessly: "Smash!"

The sledgehammer used to demolish the wall slammed against the wall, the bricks loosened, and the dust was raised.

Others stepped back one after another, Feng Shizhen covered his mouth and nose with a veil, but did not back down.

In the rumbling sound, the bricks fell one after another, and a large hole appeared in the wall. The man who smashed the wall saw what was inside and stopped.

Meng Xian took a flashlight and looked at it. In the wall, a black and yellow head of a mummified corpse was facing the outside, his eyes were deep in black holes, but he looked strangely at the people outside, especially Feng Shizhen, who was facing it.

Amidst all the gasps and low voices, Feng Shizhen was unimaginably calm. Meng Xian thought she would be frightened, or at least make some moves. But she just quietly watched them continue to tear down the wall without saying a word, not even moving her eyes, like a statue. Meng Xu'an subconsciously wanted to hug her, or at least put his hand on her shoulder. But he woke up immediately, shook his head and smiled bitterly for his momentary impulse.

The wall was almost demolished, and the corpses sealed inside were carefully removed and placed on the ground covered with white cloth. The corpse was so dry that only a thin layer of skin remained around the skeleton, the clothes were ragged, and there was a rope wrapped around the neck.

The subordinates took scissors and cut the trousers of the corpse's left leg.

On the dry calf bone, there is an obvious bone knot. It was the mark left after the leg was broken and not connected properly.

The subordinate searched the body again, took out a dusty packet from the inner pocket of his jacket, and handed it to Meng Xian.

Meng Xian, wearing gloves, carefully opened the bag, and a small blackened silver lock slipped into his palm. #####

one forty seven

"It's the word 'Li'." Meng Xian looked at the flashlight and handed the golden lock to Feng Shizhen, "It's not yours, it should be your brother's."

Zhenrong Jiashang was killed before he could lock this long life to his new-born son.

Feng Shizhen took the small silver lock and held it tightly in his palm. After a moment of silence, he suddenly turned his head and rushed out.

She kept running out of the courtyard, standing on the side of the road, drenched in the rain, bent over and gasping for breath.

Meng Xu'an stopped Yang Xiulin, who wanted to chase after him, and walked over in the rain, standing beside Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen panted hoarsely, as if trying to suppress the urge to cry. Trembling all over, she straightened up and took two steps, then bent down again as if she couldn't bear the pain in her chest.

Meng Xu'an looked at her with pity and gave her just the right amount of silent company.

"Sixteen years." Feng Shizhen said hoarsely, "I lived here for sixteen years from when we moved to Wenchunli to when I went to Jinling to study at university. And I never knew that he was so close to me! I…"

She squatted down in pain, tears streaming down her face.

"I've hated him since I was sensible. I always thought he was living secretly somewhere. For so many years, I never thought he was always by my side!" Feng Shizhen hugged his shoulders tightly, panting hoarsely, "He was going home! He bought all the longevity locks for his brother, and he was going home!"

Meng Xu'an leaned over and pulled her up, pushing her into his arms, and the messy rain was swept toward them by the wind.

"I know." Meng Xu'an patted Feng Shizhen's back with a clumsy movement, not as clever as he used to coax confidantes. "You have found him now, Shizhen. He won't blame you."

A shrill howl resounded through the silent night sky, awakening the already resting Rong Mansion.

Rong Jia got out of bed, put on a coat, and hurried out.

The servant followed behind him, wiped his cold sweat and said, "Master had a nightmare. He seemed to be frightened and kept screaming."

"What about the tranquilizer that Dr. Simpson left behind last time?" Rong Jia said, "Get it, I'll inject it for the master."

The footman ran away quickly.

"Big brother?" Rong Fanglin and Rong Fanghua stood sleepily at the door with a look of panic, "Dad has an accident?"

"It's okay." Rong Jia said, "I'll take care of it. Go to sleep. Isn't Fanghua going to try on the wedding dress tomorrow?"

Rong Fanghua bit her lip and said, "Brother, tell me the truth. Is it right for me to get married at this time in my current state?"

"What's wrong?" Rong Jia touched her head, "Don't worry, I'll let Dad attend your wedding well. Go to sleep."

Rong Fanglin got his brother's gesture and pulled his sister back to the room.

Rong Jiashang turned his head, his face sank, and he walked like an enclave to the West Hall.

"Go away!" Rong Dingkun was still howling on the bed, "Don't come here! It's not my fault! You forced me!"

Rong Jia asked the servant to hold his father down, took the injection, and skillfully injected it into Rong Dingkun's vein.

"Jia Shang, he's here!" Rong Dingkun grabbed his son's hand and stared at him as if his eyes were almost out of his eyes, "He's here. He's going to destroy us! You have to guard the Rong family! You have to kill got him!"

"Our surname is not Rong or not." Rong Jia sneered and pushed the needle to the end.

After a while, Rong Dingkun finally stopped struggling.

"Who did it... I clearly... blocked him..."

Rong Jia frowned and threw away the needle tube. The room was full of heating, but he felt a chill coming from behind him, as if the doors and windows were not properly closed.

The rain outside the window was getting lighter, but the wind was getting stronger. The branches were blown wildly by the wind, as if ghosts had escaped from purgatory, celebrating and laughing wildly on their foreheads.

Rong Jiashang shook his head mockingly, pulled up his coat, and turned away.

When I returned to the bedroom, the alarm clock on the table was pointing at three quarters past three, the darkest time of the day and night.

Rong Jia soaked the towel with hot water, covered his cold face, and let out a long sigh.

The night was thick and thick, wrapping him, dragging him little by little into the dark abyss. The bright and beautiful past that had been there is being washed away little by little, like memories from another world, or an unstoppable streamer.

There used to be a lighted window on the opposite side, and under the window was a woman with a beautiful silhouette. In front of the wind blowing window, she closed her eyes and danced alone, her white face like a flower under the moon.

A melodious melody echoed in their ears, and it seemed to be the first dance they danced.

The young woman was enveloped in a layer of light, which closely followed her movements, like a wisp of wind, flowing nimbly.

Rong Jiashang still remembered the weight of her hands on her shoulders, the touch of the hair on her temples brushing her cheeks, and the fragrance of the refreshing toilet water on her body.

The woman's clean and white cheeks had a pearl-like luster under the light, and her broken hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her slender neck.

She smiled warmly, her eyes were pulsing, like a plethora of autumn water, and there were stars twinkling in her eyes...

"Master!"

The knock on the door shattered the dream. Rong Jiashang opened his eyes. The sky outside the window was a grey, dark blue, and the clock pointed to a quarter past six.

"Eldest young master, something happened." The subordinate whispered outside the door, "It's Wen Chunli..."

Rong Jiashang woke up instantly and turned over to get up.

The Rong family is destined to become the darling of newspapers in Shanghai this year.

The Rong family's newly built high-end "auspicious house" in Wenchunli was only half sold. Anonymous people called the newspapers one by one, saying that the only old building in Wenchunli that had not been renovated was a century-old haunted house. with dead bodies.

In the middle of the night in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, there were still two little reporters who were not afraid to endure hardships and climbed up from their beds and sneaked over the wall to check. Pushing open the large iron door that had been pried loose, they saw a mummified corpse in the smashed wall in the west corner without much effort.

After the two reporters took pictures, they rushed back to the agency overnight to make a headline before the newspaper was printed. When the newspaper went public the next day, the doorman in Wen Chunli who had been knocked unconscious had just woken up drunk, and was scolded by his boss and told him to leave with a bag.

The doorman walked on the front foot, and the newspaper was delivered on the back foot. Followed by a large number of enthusiastic reporters. They easily broke through the defenseless door at the entrance of Lilong, rushed into the old building, and photographed the old building from top to bottom. When the patrol room came to chase the people, the unknown corpse had already been taken out of the wall and placed on the ground.

"Come on! Rong Jia is here!"

Compared with a pair of dry bones, the young and handsome young master of the Rong family is naturally much more pleasing to the eye. The reporters buzzed like flies, rushed out of the old building, and surrounded the Rong family's car.

Rong Jia stepped out of the car with a calm expression, his black coat flapped like a crow's wings in the strong wind. He is tall and straight, with a handsome and thin face, and his calm and reserved appearance at this moment has an indescribable charm. The reporters slapped his chiseled face hard as they chattered and asked questions.

"Young Master Rong, how many corpses are there in total?"

"Do you know who they are?"

"The whole Wenchunli was rebuilt by you, and you buried the body?"

"Young Master Rong, do you know who the murderer is?"

Rong Jiashang was surrounded by bodyguards, Shi Shiran turned around and aimed at a young female reporter. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and the female reporter's cheeks were a little red.

"Young Master Rong." The female reporter asked unsteadily, "What do you think about this matter?"

Rong Jia said in a hurry: "The Rong family bought this land last year, and this building seems to have a history of at least 20 or 30 years. This person must not be built into the wall by our Rong family. As for We don't even know who this person is. The Rong family just bought this house by accident. However, our Rong family has always abided by the law and supported and cooperated with the work of the patrol house. I hope they can find out the truth as soon as possible and let him die Rest in peace."

After speaking, he nodded slightly to the female reporter very elegantly, turned around and entered the iron gate of the old building.

On the floor of the small patio inside the door, there was a corpse covered with a white cloth. The subordinate raised Bra to a corner, Rong Jia lowered his head, and saw a dry skull in the light of the flashlight.

"Young Master Rong, do you know him?" asked the inspector of the patrol room.

"How do you recognize this?" Rong Jiashang sneered, "Besides, I heard that before the people from the patrol room came, the reporters had already taken out the corpse. Who can tell if the corpse was really hidden, or if someone deliberately framed it?"

"There is another strange thing. We found a note in the mouth of the corpse." The detective opened the white handkerchief in his hand, and inside was a piece of paper folded in half. When I unfolded it, it was an IOU.

"Today, Qin Shuigen borrowed Rong Dingkun Dayang for 1,000 yuan, and ten lives will be returned in twenty-four years. If there is a breach of contract, nine thunders will hit the top, karmic fire will burn, wives and ions will be scattered, and the family will go bankrupt! Guangxu thirty-one November."

The paper was new, apparently put in the mouth of the corpse by later generations. It was Qin Shuigen who borrowed the money, but the handwriting was Rong Dingkun's notes. There is also a thumbprint on the name, bright red like blood.

One after another, the spotlights flickered behind Rong Jiashang. Most of his face was immersed in darkness, revealing an indescribable sinister and cruelty. Detective Wang couldn't help but secretly startled when he saw it, thinking that Rong Jia was so young, but he was overwhelming, and he really deserved to be the prince of the arms business.

"Inspector Wang, can I keep this note from below?" Rong Jia asked, "Since I borrowed money from my father, I need to go back and ask my father how he is doing."

Just as Inspector Wang hesitated, Secretary Chen used an umbrella to cover the rain and stuffed an envelope with thick bills into Inspector Wang's pocket.

"Inspector Wang came out to handle the case in such a cold day. It's really hard. This is a little thought from our eldest young master. I invite you brothers to drink hot wine after get off work."

Inspector Wang squeezed the envelope and smiled, "Young Master Rong, don't worry. This note is new at first glance. It must be a prank made by someone, and it is not serious evidence. You can take it."

Rong Jiashang watched the people in the patrol room wrap up the bones and carried them into the car, frowning.

"Don't worry, Young Master, everything is ready." Secretary Chen said.

"No." Rong Jia turned around and left, "This is just the beginning."

Rong Dingkun in the West Hall smoked a big cigarette before going to bed, and was sleeping drowsily under the quilt. In the dream, a basin of cold water poured down his head, which stimulated him to wake up suddenly, only to find that someone was wiping his face with a cold handkerchief.

"Dad had a nightmare?" Rong Jia looked like a dutiful son, and carefully wiped off Rong Dingkun's sweat.

Rong Dingkun hated seeing this eldest son the most now, so he could not help scolding angrily: "Why is it you again? When I was still healthy, I never saw you doing filial piety in front of me like this every day. What do you want?"

Rong Jiashang sneered and threw away the veil, raised his hand, spread out the IOU, and showed it to Rong Dingkun.

"Dad, do you remember lending this money?"

Rong Dingkun had presbyopia, squinted his eyes and pulled a distance away, looked at it for a long time, his confused expression froze a little, his unclosed mouth trembled slightly, and his eyes were frightened.

As if it was not a note, but an evil spirit, crawling out of **** from the gap, with highly poisonous pus flowing all over his body, showing his **** fangs, and walking towards him step by step.

"Where did you get this thing?" Rong Dingkun's voice was so terrifying that it almost changed.

Rong Jia raised his brows tightly into a ball, shook the note, and said solemnly, "Just answer me. Did you pay this bill back then?"

"Who did this?" Rong Dingkun replied, roaring excitedly, "Who is it?"

Rong Jia didn't answer, took the note, and asked calmly, "I have one more thing to ask you, why did you insist on buying Wen Chunli?"

Rong Dingkun shivered violently as if electrocuted, "Wen Chunli... Really... What happened to Wen Chunli?"

"It's true that something happened." Rong Jia said, "Dad, the whole Wenchunli has been renovated, why did an old building remain untouched?"######

one forty eight

"What happened to the old building?" Rong Dingkun stared at his son nervously, "You asked Zhao Huaan to see me! Quick!"

"In the middle of the night, if there is anything, I'll take care of it, why bother Uncle Zhao?" Rong Jia kept calm, flipping the note with his fingers, "Isn't this Qin Shuigen my father's name earlier? Why does he not only owe him money? We owe money to our family, but also owe lives? A thousand yuan was placed more than 20 years ago, but it was a huge sum of money. Dad is really generous."

"How did this note come from?" Rong Dingkun couldn't hold back first, patted the bed board and asked.

"What are you worried about?" Rong Jia asked, "Is there any hidden secret in that building?"

Rong Dingkun's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he roared in a low voice: "No one is allowed to enter that building, you know? You are not allowed to touch a tile of that building! That building is the lifeblood of our Rong family! The building broke ground. The day is when the decline of the Rong family begins."

Rong Jia raised his eyebrows in surprise and sneered meaningfully at the corner of his mouth, "I'm afraid it's too late."

Rong Dingkun looked at his son in horror: "What did you say is too late?"

Rong Jiashang said calmly: "Last night someone broke into the old building, knocked on the wall, and found a corpse inside. On the corpse, there is also this note. By this time tomorrow, it will probably be published in newspapers all over Shanghai. There is news of dead bodies in the 'ji house' sold by our Rong family. Dad, you said that the old building is the lifeblood of our Rong family. I was young and had few studies, so I really didn't know that there should be dead people buried in the lifeblood."

Rong Dingkun shuddered as if electrified, his arms could not support his body, and he fell back into the bedding.

"No..." His face was as pale as a dead person, and cold sweat spread all over his face, his eyes filled with despair, "How could it be? I clearly..."

"I've already cut the note. But the news of the dead body can't be concealed. It will definitely be reported in the newspaper tomorrow." Rong Jia looked down at his father, "Father, what else do you want to say to me? For example, Who is Qin Shuigen? What's the matter with the lives you owe?"

Rong Dingkun gritted his teeth, his cheeks twitched, and he looked away.

"I have no idea."

he knows!

There is a bond between father and son. Rong Jiashang not only knew that his father knew all the truth, he could even deduce a general answer. And the answer to this mystery was so terrifying that Rong Jiashang didn't dare to face it for a while.

He knew that the prosperity of the Rong family was built on white bones. Now these bones can no longer be buried, and they will be unearthed one by one and exposed to the sun.

"Father." Rong Jiashang sneered indifferently, "If there is any inconvenient secret in our family, please tell me in advance. Don't wait for it to spread all over the city, I'm still in the dark. Even if I want to clean up the mess for you, I'm afraid there is nowhere to start."

Rong Dingkun wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, huddled at the foot of the bed, and turned his back to ignore his son.

Rong Jia looked at him resentfully and walked away with heavy footsteps.

The next morning, the sky was still a turbid gray-blue, and bundles of newspapers with the words "A corpse revealed in Wen Chunli, turned into a haunted house" were printed in heavy black. They were shipped from the brightly lit newspaper printing factory. , distributed to the hands of various newsboys, and then transported by newsboys to every corner of the city.

Mrs. Rong was awakened by a strange noise in her good dream. She got up and lifted the curtains and looked out. She saw a group of reporters with cameras crowded outside the iron gate in the distance. She went out to ask the steward in surprise. The steward brought up the newspaper with an embarrassed look on his face. Mrs. Rong read the newspaper and was not angry.

"Hurry up and close the front and rear doors. In the past few days, except for those who buy, others are not allowed to enter or leave!"

The steward hurriedly said, "The eldest young master has already given orders to go down last night."

"Where's the eldest young master?" Mrs. Rong asked.

The steward said, "The eldest young master went out in the early morning to deal with this matter, but he didn't come back. He should be resting in the company."

Mrs. Rong frowned and carefully read the words on the news, thoughtfully dismissed the steward, walked into the study, closed the door, and called Zhao Huaan.

In fact, Zhao Huaan didn't sleep a night, sitting on the high-back sofa, holding the newspaper in a trance. He has a rough face, high eyebrows and deep eyes. When he is middle-aged, he looks very sinister when he does not speak with a calm face. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, the family all retreated and did not dare to provoke him.

Zhao Huaan's expression softened until he heard Mrs. Rong's soft voice on the phone, and he patiently said, "Shujun, don't worry. If you find the reporter annoyed, take the children to live in a villa outside the city for a while. Anyway, it's the end of the year, and before the Chinese New Year, this matter will definitely subside."

"I'm not afraid of reporters." Mrs. Rong said, "I read insinuations in the newspaper that this old house was not renovated on purpose, just to hide the corpses, and said that our Rong family already knew that there were corpses here."

"For the sake of grandstanding, the newspapers say anything nonsense." Zhao Huaan said, "This is just a means used by opponents to slander our Rong family."

Mrs. Rong was worried, "I read some newspapers said that this is some kind of secret sorcery, saying that our Rong family made a fortune by sealing corpses in the wall."

"Don't listen to the nonsense of the newspaper." Zhao Huaan was also a little impatient, "I'm going to the company. I'll have a meeting with Jiashang to discuss the countermeasures. Take care of yourself."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Huaan thought for a moment, then picked up the phone again.

He took the call several times before getting through. A man with a southwestern accent said, "Uncle An, what are your orders so early?"

Zhao Huaan asked, "How is Awen doing recently?"

"Very good." The man said, "The last batch of goods for Ruan Laojiu was escorted by him personally, and it was done very well. He should practice in the back now, should he be called to answer the phone?"

"No need for now." Zhao Huaan said, "Recently, he has stopped going on assignments and is on standby in Zhuangzi."

"Yes." The man lowered his voice, "Uncle An, is Shanghai okay?"

"The weather is not good this year, it's always raining." Zhao Huaan hummed softly, "But I look at it, it will always be sunny before and after the New Year."

The world is always the most taboo to die, so after Wen Chunli's scandal came to light, the Rong family's stock was like a kite with a broken string, fluttering and falling. Wen Chunli first caught fire, and then discovered the hidden body, and the "Ji's house" became a "haunted house" in a blink of an eye. The house price naturally fell all the way, and people who had already bought the house also came to the door to ask for a refund, otherwise they would have to file a lawsuit.

Newspapers are always afraid that the world will not be chaotic, not to mention that the Rong family has been rampant in Shanghai for many years, and there are too many enemies to count. For a while, all kinds of rumors broke out, and all kinds of news, big and small, of the Rong family over the years were turned out.

The ex-wife who was killed by Rong Dingkun, the unrecognized Mrs. Bai, the second son who died at the hands of the kidnappers, the concubine who ran away from home, the eldest son who was cuckolded by his fiancée, the second daughter who was kidnapped...

For two consecutive days, the road outside Rong's house was crowded with tabloid reporters robbing news. The people who used to be friends with the Rong family in the past, Mrs. Rong's sorority partners, and Miss Rong's classmates were all gone.

The Rong family was closed, and even Rong Jia stayed in a hotel near the company for convenience, and did not go home for several days.

But the road is one foot high and the devil is one foot high. It was a fine day, and Rong Fanglin and Rong Fanghua were walking in the garden to breathe, but unfortunately they were photographed by a reporter climbing the wall.

"Miss Rong, have you really been kidnapped by the robbers? Did they do anything to you?" The man opened his mouth and asked, followed by another flash of light.

The two girls were startled and angry, and screamed in unison.

Rong Jiashang happened to be at home today. Hearing the terrified cries of his sisters, he rushed out clutching a revolver.

"Big brother, there!" Rong Fanglin shouted, pointing at the wall when his brother came running.

The reporter saw something bad and ran away in a hurry. Rong Jiashang pushed his sisters behind him with a stern look, raised his hand to aim at the wall and slammed a shot.

The reporter fell down screaming. The servants rushed out the back door, swarmed up and grabbed the man.

It is well known that the eldest young master of the Rong family has good marksmanship. The bullet hit the camera in the reporter's hand impartially, piercing a hole in the place where the film was loaded. The reporter was so frightened that his crotch was wet.

Rong Jiashang tore out the film with his own hands, threw it on the reporter's face, and drove the person away.

"Is the power grid on the wall pretending to be?" Rong Jia roared at his subordinates. "People like this can climb up. If they were enemies, wouldn't they have killed our family to the point of death?"

The bodyguards didn't scold them. They brought in two German hounds that day, patrolled outside the fence all day, and repaired the power grid.

Rong Jiashang comforted his sisters, returned to the study, and made a phone call.

Half an hour later, Wu Yunchi drove over with his personal soldiers and took the frightened fiancee and aunt-in-law to his hot spring villa to avoid the limelight.

It was later proved that the Rong sisters were hiding at the right time.

The next day, the news of the patrol room leaked out for some unknown reason, and the newspapers all over Shanghai were spreading the IOU on Wen Chunli's mummified body. It was also exposed that Rong Dingkun won the lottery of a thousand oceans. The world does not know who Qin Shuigen is. Besides, it’s okay to borrow money, how can human life be explained?

It is the twelfth lunar month now, and the Chinese New Year will be in ten days. There has been no big news recently, so the Rong Family Mystery Case has become the first choice for the citizens after dinner. For a time, storytellers in teahouses and current affairs commentators on the radio were all talking about this complicated case.

"...A Western doctor was invited to examine the body, and he said that he had been dead for more than 20 years."

"The Rong family does not admit that there is an IOU, saying that it was planted by the enemy family."

"In the early years, half of the boats at a pier were loaded with smoke and arms from the Rong family. There were hundreds of people who unloaded the cargo alone, and there were countless enemies. It's strange to kill someone and bury someone in the wall. ?"

"Rong Dingkun has yet to come forward. I heard that he was injured by a bullet before, and has been paralyzed..."

For three or four days in a row, Rongjia's stock fell by the limit at the opening. Rong Jiashang also allowed Wen Chunli's buyer to go back on it, so the previously sold house was returned. The Rong family's finances were temporarily tight, and the New Year was approaching. Internally, they had to pay bonuses to employees, and externally, they had to repay their arrears. While selling the land, Rong Jia took a sum of money from the opium business to fill the hole. Although he barely made it through, there was still a string of innocents on the book, which made people frown.

When the shareholders meeting at the end of the year was held, Rong Dingkun finally showed up at the company. He was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was pale and thin, his eyes were sunken and cloudy, and his face was very old. On the other hand, Rong Jia, who was pushing a wheelchair, walked vigorously, with a young and handsome face exuding a healthy and vigorous brilliance, his eyes were piercing, sharp, and he was unsmiling, calm and restrained.

Rong Jia pushed Rong Dingkun out of the company door and walked all the way into the conference room. The staff along the way got up one after another, seeing the stark contrast between the old and the young, and their hearts became clear.

At the shareholders' meeting, several old shareholders really got into trouble, accusing Rong Dingkun of summoning a powerful enemy to the company for his own sake, causing the company to go from bad to worse. Several veterans bluntly want to quit the board and sell their stocks. Zhao Huaan folded his hands in his sleeves and sat on the side without saying a word.

Rong Dingkun's energy is not as good as before, but his mind has not yet completely fainted. After listening to these shareholders, he sneered: "After so many years, the old buddies have lost their fighting spirit. Now there is only a little risk, everyone will be scared. In this way, take care of yourself and run away. I, Rong Dingkun, have been the chairman of the board for more than 20 years, and I consider myself to be the one who takes care of a few brothers. You only take dividends and never do anything. I saw all of them, but I never cared about you. I also thought that it was not easy for everyone to work hard together at the beginning, and they all shed blood and sweat. "

His remarks made the two elders bow their heads embarrassedly, and quietly looked at Zhao Hua again. #####

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Zhao Hua Anfang said: "The company has indeed encountered a crisis recently, but it has not yet reached the point of breaking up the partnership. It is understandable for a few old brothers to sell their shares to go home for the elderly, but don't overdo it, it will hurt the brotherhood. Minute."

Rong Dingkun's energy was not good at first, but after he said something, he became a little out of energy. Rong Jiashang stood up at this time, smiled respectfully and said: "You are all Jiashang's elders. I have been managing the company for more than a month, and I can't do without the guidance and assistance of my uncles. Jiashang is very grateful. Since this company has a surname Rong, our father and son naturally have to take more care and be kind to the veterans and heroes. Now the heroes ask for it on their own, and my father and I can't force it. My father also thinks that it's easy to get together and break up with the brothers. We are a good father and son, and we will give priority to buying stocks. Rest assured, we will never treat you badly."

Among the shareholders who want to withdraw their shares, some are following the trend, and some are really wanting to withdraw their shares. Now that the Rong family was willing to take over, everyone finally stopped. After four or five days of tossing around, the Rong family received most of the shares that had been withdrawn.

This matter just came to an end, when Wen Chunli's case of hiding the corpse suddenly made a new progress: it was confirmed that the mummified corpse was recently dug up from a cemetery in the western suburbs and was deliberately placed in the knocked-out wall. Needless to say, the paper is brand new and written by later generations.

After the news was published in the newspapers, it set off a wave of small and medium waves. Although it seems that the Rong family is framed, but it is still very unlucky to find a dead body on their own site. Rong Jia had to invite a Taoist priest to do things in Wenchunli, and demolished the building. He didn't dare to build anything on the original site, but only built a small garden.

After a lot of filing like this, although Wen Chunli's villa still could not be sold, many people still liked the new-style apartment by the roadside, and they began to sell it intermittently.

"Is this so fooled?" Xiao Baoli flipped through the newspaper and sneered, "The Rong family hasn't explained why they didn't demolish the old building before."

"It's easy to find reasons for not demolishing it." Yang Xiucheng said, "Just find any reason for Feng Shui to explain it. This matter has greatly damaged the vitality of the Rong family."

"But they didn't confess their guilt!" Xiao Baoli said angrily, "I want everyone in the world to know that Rong Dingkun murdered and seized property, and Rong Dingkun must admit it himself. The Rong family lost money, but the money didn't go in. The real pocket."

Yang Xiucheng said with a gentle smile, "Miss Feng has a plan, and she doesn't plan to knock down the Rong family with a single blow."

"You have also changed quickly." Xiao Baoli squinted at him, "Mrs. Rong is also your cousin. If the Rong family falls, she will not have a good life."

Yang Xiucheng said, "My aunt's dowry is rich, and she doesn't rely on the Rong family to eat and drink. Without the Rong family, I think she can live more freely. Rong Dingkun is not a good husband."

Xiao Baoli pouted, "Whatever you say makes sense. What kind of oil did you eat to grow up?"

Yang Xiucheng laughed, not arguing with the big star and the new owner's beauties.

The two of them are standing in front of the Mahavira Hall at the moment, with cigarettes lingering in the copper tripods on both sides, and the incense is flickering. The monk's deep chant echoed over the ancient temple. Above the head, the cloud broke into a corner, revealing the blue sky. Amidst the desolation of the west wind, the sky and the earth are filled with a solemn and solemn air.

Feng Shizhen was wearing a white filial piety dress with white flowers on his hair, kneeling on the futon, eyes closed and his hands clasped together, chanting words along with the monk's chanting.

She cremated her father's remains, put them together with her biological mother's ashes, and asked a monk to perform a seven-day ritual. Parents are now finally reunited in the underworld. I hope they will clear their misunderstandings, die soon, be happy and peaceful in the next life, and be able to be husband and wife, and grow old.

Today is the last day of the ceremony. After the end, Feng Shizhen talked with the abbot for a while, then bowed his thanks, and walked out.

Outside the hall, Xiao Baoli and Yang Xiucheng looked over.

Feng Shizhen took Xiao Baoli's hand and said, "Li'er, thank you for taking the time to accompany me these days. Mr. Yang, please come and pick us up in person."

"It's not very safe outside, Qiye and I are not worried that you two ladies are going." Yang Xiucheng said, "Can Miss Feng leave today?"

"Let's go." Feng Shizhen finally looked back at the majestic hall with nostalgia flashing in his eyes. When he turned around, his eyes had regained clarity, and his eyes turned cold and snow-like, with a sharp murderous aura.

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After Laba, it is New Year's Eve. Seals and holidays are everywhere, people have worked hard for a whole year, and now they are finally going home to reunite with their relatives.

Feng Shizhen has returned to Shanghai by finding his biological father. Buried biological parents