Chapter 1217: Distress (6)
Mrs. Butterfly has not had a good time lately.
was first put into the police station for investigation, and finally finally couldn't come out, business things did go wrong one after another, and even more so, her subordinates began to have opinions about her.
Even this morning, someone asked her, "Madam, how did the old master die?" ”
What and how did it die?
That old thing has been dead for so many years, what are these people still asking now?
"Don't you know how the old boss died?" Mrs. Butterfly looked at those people coldly, she had been in a high position all these years, and she had been following the old master's left and right, so that she also had a somewhat unangry and self-righteous appearance.
But that's just for some of the people down there who don't have much status.
For those who have followed the big boss for many years, her momentum is really not enough.
"But how did we hear that the big boss was poisoned and died." Someone immediately spoke up.
"What? Poisoning? ”
"Isn't it tuberculosis?"
It was because the big boss was diagnosed with tuberculosis that everyone didn't dare to visit, and because Mrs. Die took care of the big boss during this time, so it was recognized by everyone.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to replace the big boss so easily.
"Poisoned?" Mrs. Die smiled coldly, "Lawyer Wei, this is your person, right?" What purpose? ”
"You're not trying to usurp power, are you?" Sister-in-law Gong said.
Usurpation?
This was really the funniest joke he Wei Zhong had heard in all these years.
If he wanted to usurp power, he had already done it a few years ago when Madame Butterfly had not yet gained a foothold, so why wait until now?
"That's right, it's my people." Wei Zhong sneered and said, "As for what kind of usurpation of power, I'm not interested, I just want to know how the big boss died?" ”
Those things can't see the light, what is he going to do here?
It's been so hard to get whitewashed over the years.
"What do you mean?" Madame Butterfly raised her brows and looked at Wei Zhong.
"Open coffin autopsy." Wei Zhong coldly spit out four words.
Whether it is poisoning or not, the autopsy will know.
"I don't agree." Mrs. Butterfly said angrily, "You don't want to be in charge of Ansheng, do you?" ”
"yes, the autopsy isn't good, right?"
"But if you don't do an autopsy, how can you know how the big boss died?" Someone immediately retorted.
"This ......"
"Moreover, Madame refused so cleanly, could it be that there is really something in this? Or is it a weak heart? ”
"This ......"
Madame Butterfly's face also froze.
Her fingers clenched her palms tightly, and a pain came from her heart, which made her wake up and make her take two steps back.
"Ma'am." Sister-in-law Gong hurriedly stepped forward to support her, "Are you okay?" ”
"I'm fine." Madame Butterfly leaned into her arms and wiped her tears, "Are you trying to force me to death?" Am I weak-hearted? ”
"It's my husband who is in charge, I can't bear to see him still alive and well, I don't agree to open the coffin for an autopsy, you just say I'm weak-hearted?" Mrs. Die cried bitterly, "You don't feel sorry for him, I feel sorry." ”
"Wei Zhong, I don't care who you listen to to have such suspicions, but I tell you, as long as I live, I will not allow you to disturb it."
"I want to open the coffin for an autopsy, unless I'm dead."
She angrily threw down a few words and walked away with Sister-in-law Gong's arm.
Wei Zhong smiled coldly.