However, Zhao Hongbing also knew that now was not the time for another incident, seeing that they were all dissatisfied with him, he hurriedly said: "What I said is true, my uncle is in the ward now, what he needs is a quiet environment to recuperate, and the doctor said that contact with outsiders should be minimized."

When it's convenient later, I'll take you to see your uncle. ”

It's just that Zhao Hongbing didn't expect that today was already the last time he saw his uncle, and his life also fell into a new passive situation because of his uncle's death.

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was still blue, Zhao Hongbing was woken up by a phone call.

Hearing the hoarse voice on the phone, Zhao Hongbing's heartbeat increased, and he knew that there must be something wrong with his uncle's body.

Although Da Zhuang just asked him to go to the hospital on the phone and didn't say much, the shadow in Zhao Hongbing's heart was getting bigger and bigger. With a nervous mood, Zhao Hongbing came to the Liberation Hospital again.

Da Zhuang had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when he saw Zhao Hongbing coming, he took Zhao Hongbing's hand and walked towards the ward.

"Ah Bing, my uncle is gone, you ...... Condolences change. "Until you make sure no one can hear you," Da Zhuang whispered.

Although he had been mentally prepared for this for a long time, when he confirmed the news from Da Zhuang's mouth, Zhao Hongbing's brain still made a loud noise, and he felt blank.

Kneeling in front of his uncle's hospital bed for a long time, Zhao Hongbing didn't react.

Zhao Hongbing could see that his uncle was walking peacefully, and he even had a satisfied smile on his face. Zhao Hongbing hated a little, hated himself, and was also an uncle, why did the two never have a heart-to-heart in the first life, but the second life was so short.

It was muddy, and Zhao Hongbing didn't know how he spent his time in the ward, because everything was arranged by Da Zhuang and Jia Shidu.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, another phone call pulled Zhao Hongbing back from his state of confusion.

The phone call was undoubtedly bad news, it was the insurance company that called, informing Zhao Hongbing to collect the insurance compensation.

When he heard the words on the phone, Zhao Hongbing couldn't believe it at all.

He turned on the old-fashioned computer, kept checking the news, kept checking the hot spots, and finally, confirmed that what the insurance company said was true.

"No, this, this must not be true, this ......" Zhao Hongbing's mentality collapsed, and there was a fear that enveloped him deeply.

Jia Shidu and Da Zhuang looked at the news content that was being played on the TV, and then thought about the call Zhao Hongbing had just received, and they already knew what was going on.

"Bing, be strong." Jia Shidu looked at Zhao Hongbing silently crying, he hugged Zhao Hongbing into his arms with a heartache, touched his head and said.

"Uncle, you tell me that it's not true, none of this is true." Zhao Hongbing heard Jia Shidu's words, grabbed his shirt and shouted loudly.

At this time, Feng Tiantian and the others were also frightened by the sudden broadcast, and their faces turned pale.

"This morning, there was a crash on China Eastern Airlines flight 586 from the magic capital to the imperial capital, which has caused a ......" The announcer was accompanied by the fragmented picture of the fragmented aircraft nucleus.

Zhao Hongbing looked at the picture on TV, his mind kept repeating this sentence, he couldn't forgive himself for being careless.

If he had always remembered the time period when his parents died in his previous life, and the time period when his uncle died, he would not have been so big-hearted. No, I verified the bad news myself.

Zhao Hongbing couldn't accept everything that happened suddenly, his uncle died, his parents died, and all this happened on the same day.

Zhao Hongbing felt that the strength of his whole body was dissipating little by little, and he looked at his uncle's serene face with blank eyes, and he blamed himself in his heart.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault......," Zhao Hongbing muttered to himself.

"Bing, you sober me up, it's not your fault. Life and death are life and wealth, and the two of them are blessed enough because of you. You don't want this, they don't want you like this! ”

Jia Shidu obviously misunderstood the meaning of Zhao Hongbing's words, seeing Zhao Hongbing's mental disorder, Jia Shidu was anxious, if Zhao Hongbing was allowed to continue like this, it would be very harmful to Zhao Hongbing's spirit.

As if he hadn't heard Jia Shidu's words, Zhao Hongbing was still muttering, his face covered with dark clouds.

With a "snap", Jia Shidu slapped Zhao Hongbing in the face with a heavy slap, "You are still not a man, it is not your fault in the first place." Now that you're so decadent, what about after that?

You're not alive anymore? What about other relatives around you, what about your friends? ”

Jia Shidu's slap woke Zhao Hongbing up completely, and when he heard Jia Shidu's words, Zhao Hongbing also knew what he was doing just now.

It's just that the grief in his heart could be so simple and gone, he could only say "ah......", he threw himself on Jia Shidu's shoulder and cried.

Jia Shidu also knew that Zhao Hongbing needed to vent at this time, so he let him lie on his shoulder and cry, he didn't speak again, but sighed from time to time.

"Thank you, uncle." After a long time, Zhao Hongbing stopped crying, raised his head and said to Jia Shidu.

"Enough crying?" Jia Shidu saw that Zhao Hongbing's face was calm, and he asked out loud.

Zhao Hongbing heard a trace of embarrassment on his face, he was a big man, he was still crying like a child just now, and he was crying in front of a person like Jia Shidu, it was embarrassing to think about it.

"Ah Bing, this is what my uncle asked me to give to you, you can take a look." Seeing that Zhao Hongbing had returned to normal, Da Zhuang took out a file bag from his arms and handed it to Zhao Hongbing.

Zhao Hongbing heard that it was something left by his uncle, he excitedly took the file bag in Da Zhuang's hand, found that it was a stack of papers, and couldn't wait to open it and look at it.

"Bing, when you open this letter, I should not be in this world.

I owe too much to your parents and to you, but I didn't expect that in this short year, you would still be willing to recognize me.

When you were very young, and I was just a soldier in that little part of my hometown, we barely crossed paths......

Thank you for giving me a home away from home in the last year of my life. But I'd rather not recognize you......"

Zhao Jianguo's letter was written in tens of thousands of words, which can be said to be the legacy left by Zhao Jianguo to Zhao Hongbing. After reading the letter left by his uncle, Zhao Hongbing breathed a deep sigh, he took out a lighter from his pocket and burned the letter to ashes.

After reading his uncle's letter, Zhao Hongbing knew that he had now fallen into an unprecedented crisis. And the root of the crisis lies in his achievements in the mall and his identity.

If you are a pure businessman, then you are not in danger at all.

The problem is that he is Zhao Jianguo's grandson and nephew, although he has only known each other for a year, he is surnamed Zhao after all, which naturally makes people attribute themselves to the military and political group of Zhao Jiawei.

It's just that Zhao Jianguo has passed away, that is, the dragons are leaderless, can this military and political faction still be as majestic as ever?

According to the letter, Zhao Hongbing asked Jia Shidu not to announce the news of his uncle's death for the time being, so that the military and political faction had some time to prepare and buffer, and at the same time leave a little time for Zhao Hongbing.

When they returned to the courtyard, Feng Tiantian and the others looked at Zhao Hongbing with red and swollen eyes, and they wanted to speak again.

"Tiantian, Tongtong, Lingzhi, let's go back to Hong Kong. Wei Wei, are you going? Zhao Hongbing smiled faintly and said to them.

They agreed at the same time, nodding heavily.

For Zhao Hongbing to be able to come out of the bad news of his parents' death so quickly, they felt a little more distressed about Zhao Hongbing.

At this time, they didn't know that Zhao Jianguo had also passed away a few hours earlier, and the death of Zhao Hongbing's parents made them forget that Zhao Hongbing was called to the hospital at three o'clock in the morning.

Back at home, holding his parents' urn, Zhao Hongbing felt extremely bitter.