But of course, the purpose of her coming here today cannot be to feel how prosperous it used to be and how bleak it is now.

She heard that after Wen Heguo ran away with the money, it didn't take long for the court to declare it bankrupt.

Many of the company's previous things were either divided by employees or sealed by the courts.

As for this building, it was naturally recovered by the bank to pay off the debt, and it is ready to be auctioned next month.

What Zhou Ling cares about is the documents that were thrown away as garbage, and now the evidence that may be left in them has been almost destroyed.

But Zhou Ling still didn't want to give up the slightest opportunity, so she found the repository of discarded documents at will, and after getting permission, went in to find useful files.

But there was so much paper scattered in it, the unprinted A4 paper and the documents or contracts printed with all kinds of things in a mess, almost piled up on a small hill.

Sifting through useful information is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Zhou Ling sighed, let out a low wail, and then resigned himself to his fate to go in to find the documents.

The Wen Heguo incident set off a small-scale financial storm in the city, and the companies that had financial loopholes due to their investments were unable to pay some of their debts, so that a triangular debt was formed, and the economies of these companies fell into a small-scale economic crisis.

These are really felt by Rong Zheng in the field.

In this information age, people can enjoy news from all over the world without leaving their homes.

Naturally, such a big news spread to other cities so quickly that it was discussed in the streets and alleys wherever people were there.

Some people spoke eloquently about the consequences of the incident. Some remain silent, secretly trying to fill the huge financial gap in the company.

For example, Wen Zhuo, although Rong Zheng and Song Minghao gave him a total of nearly 1.5 million yuan, it was still far from enough to repair this fund.

He uses the money for the company's day-to-day operating capital and the salaries of his employees. As for the rest of the money, he needs to find a way to raise it.

Besides, he hopes that the company can make a profit as soon as possible, so that he can return the money to Rong Zheng and the two of them.

Wen Zhuo's sports cars and residences are basically listed on the Internet and ready to be sold.

He plans to rent the house for a while and then consider buying a new house when the situation has eased up.

And Rong Zheng doesn't know any of this.

At this time, he had just gotten off the high-speed train, but he didn't tell Zhou Ling, but took a taxi back by himself.

Rong Zheng strolled in the park next to the community, although he had a clear conscience when he gave the money to Wen Zhuo, but after all, he did it behind Xiaoling's back, and he always felt inexplicably weak.

Especially when facing Zhou Ling, he didn't even dare to look at her eyes.

The number of times Rong Zheng has lied is too small, and it can be said that his skill level in this area tends to zero.

And he is now worrying about how to make money back, Wen Zhuo's company's profits will definitely not be earned back in a while.

After all, it will take at least a long time for such a big hole.

If he doesn't hurry up and find a way to earn the money back, sooner or later he will be exposed.

On a summer evening, the sky is filled with burning clouds, turning the entire lake with a warm orange glow.

The sparkling surface of the lake in the distance, and the hanging willows are really beautiful.

But what attracted Rong Zheng's attention was the young man sitting and painting in front of him, who was sitting on a stool and a couple in front of him.

And he painted the couple.

Next to him stood a lot of people watching the excitement, or customers who had paid and were ready to paint.

Sketching is faster than watercolor painting, especially this kind of portrait, which is even faster for a person with excellent drawing.

The fastest ten minutes can complete a painting, and a painting is usually about a hundred, good, with many characters, it may take two or three hundred.

Rong Zheng used to look down on this kind of painting, because it was obviously painted in a hurry for profit, this is not called a work, it is completely a commodity.

But now, Rong Zheng, who is shy in his pocket, has no choice.

This is indeed a relatively stable additional income, and it costs less, requiring only pencils and sketch paper.

However, Rong Zheng plans to hang out the landscape paintings he once painted and sell them at a clear price.

After all, it is a minority to be bought at a high price, and no painter can be so prolific, and every painting can meet the expectations of collectors, and it is impossible to mass-produce like a factory, and many beautiful paintings can be painted in one day.

After making up his mind, Rong Zheng hurriedly found a venue to prepare for work, and then came out to help others paint portraits to make money.

In the end, Rong Zheng finally found a place.

That is the park next to the big shopping mall in the city center, where there is a lot of traffic, and it is some distance from home, so Zhou Ling will not be discovered.

When I got home from the park, it was completely dark.

But when Rong Zheng came back, he found that Zhou Ling still hadn't gone home.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Rong Zheng put his luggage away, and then made a call to Zhou Ling.

At that time, Zhou Ling was exhausted in the sea of documents, but he found nothing.

When the mobile phone rang, Zhou Ling was pulled out of the mechanical rummaging through the documents.

She glanced up at the sky outside, and before she knew it was so late.

"Why didn't you come back so late?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Ling was stunned, but then put the mobile phone around his neck, and the movement of rummaging through the documents with both hands did not stop.

"You're back, have you eaten?"

She asked, sifting through useful documents.

"Not yet, are you in the company? I'm going to pick you up?"

Didn't she just go to work on Monday, why was she busy today, and so late.

"Well, no, I'm going home. ”

Zhou Ling had almost rummaged through the pile, but he didn't find anything useful.

She stood up, put down the paper in her hand, patted the dust and hands on her clothes, and said with a smile.

It's already eight o'clock, and she has to go to work tomorrow, so it's really time to go back.

After hanging up Rong Zheng's phone, Zhou Ling was about to go out when his eyes suddenly twitched, and he caught a glimpse of a document in the corner that was trampled on and full of footprints.

Although it is covered with yellow mud and dust, the title is vaguely visible - land development plan.

Zhou Ling's eyes lit up, and he ran over to pick it up in three steps and two steps, and opened it to see, it was indeed about the development plan of that land!

Regardless of how dirty it was, Zhou Ling simply wiped the dust on the surface with a tissue, and then stuffed it into his bag.