Chapter Seventy-Three: Thank You for Telling Me This
"So you...... I didn't expect ...... Uh-huh......" she muttered, rethinking her words for fear that what she said would upset him.
There seemed to be an invisible hand in the dark, leading her step by step into his world. In the end, all the words were reduced to one sentence: "Thank you for telling me this." ”
The corners of Owen's mouth raised a subtle smile, and his eyes were as dark as black onyx, "Help me keep it a secret." ”
"Ringing ring-" The ringtone of the mobile phone vaguely remembered in my ear.
The two turned their heads in unison to see that Ding Youcai was answering the phone while walking outside the warehouse to smoke a cigarette.
Don't miss the opportunity. Owen instructed Ivy to keep an eye on Ding Youcai, and he took the opportunity to approach Zhang Dacheng and try to persuade him to be interviewed and tell the truth to the public.
Ivy nodded calmly and accepted the task with a very ceremonial expression. She suddenly felt less like a journalist and more like an elusive agent in a movie.
"However, even if Zhang Dacheng is willing to be interviewed, and you don't have a camera, how can you record what he said?" asked Ivy suddenly remembered.
The secret operation of the two at this time is really inconvenient to take that big guy.
"Don't worry, I have my own way. He replied calmly and walked towards Zhang Dacheng without hurrying.
Zhang Dacheng's mood at this time was extremely unstable. He curled up on the ground with his legs in his hands, his features contorted with pain. He pounded the ground with his calloused hands and nervously repeated the phrase: "My son is very smart, especially smart......"
"Hello, I'm a reporter from the TV station, and I would like to ask you a few questions about the buried construction site. Owen crouched down and said. There was only time for a cigarette, and he didn't have time to say much, he had to directly identify himself and his intentions.
Zhang Dacheng raised his head, looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared in front of him, hunched his back nervously, and shrank back. He didn't say a word, just kept shaking his head, his eyes full of wariness.
Owen could tell that he was desperate for outside help.
"What Ding Youcai said isn't true, right?" Owen stared closely into Zhang Dacheng's eyes, his gaze sharp but full of friendliness.
"I can't twist my arms around my thighs, I can't fight him. Zhang Dacheng lowered his head and snorted, his eyes were red, and tears were rolling in his eyes.
His wife and son disappeared like this, Zhang Dacheng was in pain, but when he thought of his daughter...... He knew very well that he was not Ding Youcai's opponent at all.
Owen knew Zhang Dacheng's thoughts very well, put his right hand on his shoulder, looked into his eyes, and said: "Zhang Dacheng, I understand your feelings very well, I only say two points: First, if you tell the truth, the city will pay more attention to the landslide incident, increase the rescue force, and your wife and children still have a chance to live." Second, after Ding Youcai's crime is revealed, he will be controlled by the police as soon as possible, which is the best way to protect your daughter. ”
Zhang Dacheng trembled his lips and looked at Owen in surprise. The handsome young man in front of him not only knew his name, but also could read minds, and could read his own mind.
Could this be a lifesaver from God? He struggled fiercely inwardly, and his eyes wandered away.
"You decide as soon as possible, and the sooner you tell the truth, the better your chances of your family being rescued. Seeing that he was shaken, Owen immediately persuaded him.
Zhang Dacheng gasped heavily, his lips white and bloodless. After hesitating for a moment, he took a deep breath, covered his face and tearfully accused: "I said, I said ......"
Ivy's heart pounded, and she looked back frequently in a hurry, observing the movements on Owen's side. The cigarette in Ding Youcai's hand was about to burn out, but Owen hadn't finished the conversation with Zhang Dacheng.
Ding Youcai spit out the last puff of cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it. He twisted his short, thick neck and turned to return to the warehouse.
What should I do? If Ding Youcai finds out, he will coerce and intimidate Zhang Dacheng. In this way, the plan is all in vain.
Ivy plans to rush out, pretending to be crazy and stupid, stalking or fighting, in short, to find a way to drag Ding Youcai. As soon as she stepped out of one foot, her eyes suddenly swept to a figure, wearing a black over-the-knee raincoat, hurrying towards the warehouse.
Immediately afterwards, Ding Youcai waved his right hand while greeting, nodded and greeted the man.
Ivy quickly retracted her steps and hid in the corner, observing their every move.
The visitor could not see his face clearly, and his eyebrows were hidden under the wide hat of the raincoat, revealing only thin lips. Ding Youcai hunched his waist and respectfully led him to the awning in front of the door.
When this uninvited guest approached, Ai Wei recognized him as the man in the suit who was following District Mayor Zhang, Deng Dashi, the chairman of Galaxy Group.