Chapter Thirty-Seven Revelation

  Song Shijie shouted at Song Qingguan: "Trust Second Uncle!"

  Qiao Pangzi also took a step forward, pointing at Song Shijie's wrist where the limited edition Jiang Shi Dan watch was: "Second Uncle, this limited edition famous watch started selling two days ago. I heard it sold out in less than two hours. If you came to Hua Hai today, where did you get this watch from? Was it a gift from a friend?"

  Qiao Yuncai's face revealed a sly expression, and he smiled, showing his cleverness.

  "You just said you're busy today and don't even have time to drink water, where did you find the free time to see guests and play around?"

  Fatty!

  Song Shijie stared at Qiao Yunca in shock and felt that this rustic fatty had become unfamiliar and terrifying.

  "Second Uncle!"

  Song Qingguan, even if he didn't know anything, could capture something from Song Shijie's reaction. Moreover, there was still a property abandonment statement in his hand. Either situation may not explain too much, but the two together are crystal clear. Furthermore, Song Shijie lied about his return journey. All the signs indicate that Song Shijie has been bought off.

  "So Song Qing shouted: 'Why?'"

  He couldn't hold back his disappointment and heartache, and in one swift motion, he rushed to Song Shijie's face, grabbed the collar of the man he had once respected as a second uncle, and shouted: "Why did you team up with that woman to harm me? All our relatives can be bought by her, why did you also compromise with her? Didn't you say you would help me even if it cost you your life?"

  "Hey government official, stop being so naive!"

  It turns out that both sides have torn their faces and are irreconcilable. Song Shijie is no longer pretending to be a kind person: "Miss Zhang's power is not something that you few people can contend with, and even I, Song Shijie, cannot play against her. After weighing the pros and cons, I decided to accept her request and stay in the Song Group as a legal consultant, and also persuade you."

  Under the unsurprised gaze of Zhao Heng and Qiao Yuncai, Song Shijie adjusted his collar: "No more nonsense! Money makes the world go round! Miss Zhang told me to leave you a message. If you sign the contract, she'll give you 5 million to live on. But if you're stubbornly foolish, then just wait for your corpse to be lying in the street!"

  Song Qing shouted: "Are you still my second uncle? Get out! Get out!"

  Qiao Yuncai hastily threw out a sentence: "Let's have a fight first!"

  The fat man never gives up on taking advantage of opportunities and it's a pity to let go easily.

  Song Shijie glared at Qiao Yuncai, now he hated him more than anyone else.

  Song Qing shook his head slightly, afraid of dirtying his own hands and also not wanting the two good friends to get entangled in official troubles.

  Song Shijie combed his hair with both hands, sweeping a cold smile over the three people: "How childish!" He didn't say another word, as if Song Qingguan not signing the agreement was purely self-inflicted suffering. Then he picked up his briefcase and walked straight to the door. Qiao Baozi suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Don't think you can run away with a single bill, settle the account!"

  He rolled over and blocked the way out at the door.

  Song Shijie pulled out a stack of money and threw it on the table with gritted teeth:

  "You two are in cahoots against me, just you wait and see..."

  After Song Shijie slammed the door in anger, Qiao Yuncai glanced at the stack of money and for the first time didn't touch it twice. Instead, he followed Zhao Heng to Song Qingguan's side and said: "Officer, don't be angry! You may have lost a respectable uncle, but you also saw through a shameless and despicable one."

  Zhao Heng also comforted in a soft voice: "What Pangzi said is right, there's no need to get angry with this kind of person."

  "Thanks, Brother Heng and Fatso."

  Song Qingguan gritted her teeth to hold back the sorrow and grief in her heart: "If you hadn't seen those contracts, I would have been deceived into signing them by him! That would have made Zhang Ningyan gain an advantage for nothing." Song Qingguan couldn't believe that even her own uncle would stab her in the back, yet two roommates she had just met were willing to stand up for her and warm her heart.

  "Don't worry, I'll be fine!"

  Song Qing's fist clenched: "I want to live a good life! Let them die of anger!"

  In his gritted teeth, Zhao Heng caught a whiff of something cold: this matter was destined to make Song Qingguan grow up!

  Qiao Pangzi saw that Song Qingguan was fine, then turned his head to look at Zhao Heng who had started thinking: "Heng brother, I'm a bit curious, we've been following you every day for these days, eating and sleeping basically together, how did you know that old Wang had met Zhang Ningyan and was in room 703 of the Huahai Hotel?"

  Zhao Heng seemed to have anticipated Qiao Baozi's question and replied with a faint smile: "He met Zhang Ningyan, I was just guessing, as for the 703 room at Huahai Hotel, it was because I saw the house card exposed from the briefcase, so I casually deceived him, didn't expect to really hit it, it's like heaven has eyes."

  Song Qingguan couldn't help but laugh bitterly: "Boss, you're awesome."

  Qiao Pangzi nodded his head, which made sense, but he still felt that it wasn't that simple. However, he didn't pry further into the matter and instead patted Song Qing's shoulder, chuckling: "Don't be angry, Song Shijie will get what's coming to him eventually! Don't be sad either, I'll take you shopping for clothes tomorrow."

  Song Qing glanced at him and said, "I'm not in the mood, I don't want to go."

  Zhao Heng also blurted out a sentence, worried about the safety of the two: "You guys don't have to go around randomly, I'm worried that Zhang Ningyan will make a move and attack the Song Group's network again, it's meaningless, and Song Shijie already knows it was us who did it. If we go and attack the Song system again, I estimate Qing Bang will directly take our lives."

  "So before we come up with a countermeasure against Zhang Ningyan, let's be cautious for now."

  "Especially the young officials!" Zhao Heng took a deep breath:

  "Alright, I'll go alone then, and disguise myself to get past."

  Zhao Heng had no choice but to smile wryly and lead the two away.

  Walking outside, the three of them let out a long sigh into the night sky. Fame and fortune are ultimately fleeting, but Hua Hai is still radiant with colorful lights and treasures everywhere. Every day, it shines brightly in solitude, captivating souls, waiting for the day when the Penguin Building next to it can rise from the ground and alleviate its lonely isolation.

  The construction site surrounding the Penguin Building, the sound of piling has been echoing day after day in this small university town, like the exceptionally strong heartbeat of Hua Hai's vitality. But after listening for a long time, Zhao Heng suddenly felt a desolate and tragic feeling: family love, romantic love, friendship, all destroyed by modern society.

  But he will strive to adhere to his own principles of being a person.

  The next afternoon, Zhao Heng had no classes and ran to the library to flip through books. He also went to see someone he wanted to meet. While browsing on the computer, he saw Jiang Changlong with a dignified and elegant demeanor, smiling faintly: "Thanks for the information last night, it helped me save Song Qingguan from a disaster. I'll invite you out for dinner another day."

  "But if you're free, can you still keep an eye on them for me? I'll buy that vagrant's time from you."

  "Is money thick-skinned?"

  Jiang Changlong leaned against the wall with a copy of "Zizhi Tongjian" in his arms, a smile spreading across his face as he replied: "Aren't we friends? Friends helping each other out don't talk about money, that's too vulgar! These days I've had nothing to do, so I can continue to help you keep an eye on them. As for last night's message, it was just a small favor."

  I went to Hua Hai Hotel to call a girl, and coincidentally saw Zhang Ningyan.

  Jiang Changlong slightly tightened his grip on the book in his arms, but his expression became even more relaxed: "So I just happened to take a photo of you, you don't have to be overly grateful, but if you really want to thank me, I won't refuse. Next time, bring your little wife to Jiang's restaurant for porridge, my father's porridge-making skills are ten times better than mine, that girl will definitely like it."

  "You can tease me, it's okay."

  Zhao Heng's fingers slid across the computer, searching for the three words "Dong Fang Xiong": "I actually thought of you as a friend and wouldn't beat you up, and I also need your help to protect Song Qingguan and Qiao Baozi. But you mocked Du Ziyuan, be careful that the Du family finds out and breaks your legs. You should know better than me how formidable the Du family is."

  "Don't worry, the Du family is not a gangster family, and Du Tianxiong won't be so petty."

  Jiang Changlong pinched out a cigarette and wanted to light it, but finally found that it was extinguished in the library: "Du's family is taking the route of red-top businessmen, they won't play dirty tricks, and isn't it what you said yourself? Is Du Ziyuan your girlfriend? Why are you denying it now? Kid, she's a good girl."

  "You see her helping me wash dishes after dinner that day, you mustn't miss it."

  He said with a kind reminder: "Don't mention these things, you messed up Qingbang's good deeds again last night. Whether it's Zhang Ningyan or Zhang Xiaolin, they are afraid of hating you to the bone. Although Qingbang is afraid of Principal Ye and Dongfang Xiong's reputation and dare not make trouble in school, you should still be more careful in your daily life."

  "Don't worry, I'll be careful!"

  Zhao Heng suddenly remembered something: "Right, what's your impression of Zhang Yulin?"