The village chief looked at Zhuangzi with an angry and sad look in his eyes.

Zhuangzi's father is such a good person.

At that time, the government supported the raising of Luhua chickens, and Zhuangzi's father was the only one in the village who was good at raising chickens.

When the chickens grow up and can be sold, the strong son plays tricks and wants to collect the chickens in the village at a low price.

It was Zhuangzi's father who stopped Zhuangzi alive......

The village chief remembers it clearly.

That day, Zhuangzi had obviously been stopped by his father, and he personally promised not to forcibly collect the chickens, but the next morning, the news of Zhuangzi's father suddenly came.

At that time, he still regretted and blamed himself for a long time, always thinking that Zhuangzi's father suddenly disappeared because he was tired of raising chickens in the village recently.

Who would have thought......

The village chief gritted his teeth angrily, raised his hand and slapped on Zhuangzi's body, "That's your father, Zhuangzi, how can you do it, that's your father!" You've put your dad in the wall! ”

Zhuangzi's hands were handcuffed, but he still easily threw the village chief to the side.

"Fart! My dad is not him, my dad is the old president of the Xie family! ”

Zhuangzi glared and roared, and his eyes swollen with pride flowing.

"Xie Kun is his son." Zhuangzi took a sip, "Back then, but Xie Kun gave me money and asked me to kill that old thing, and it was Xie Kun who told me that people can't be buried, they have to be dealt with, hahahahaha, it's his own son who wants to kill him, what does it have to do with me, I'm just bought by someone." ”

One buys homicide.

One kills.

Broadcast off-screen.

Hsieh Group.

Xie Kun was furious, and angrily slapped the pure solid wood desk.

"Idiot!"

Seeing Xie Ran being pooped by crows over there, breaking down and crying, and no one comforted him, Xie Kun couldn't wait to rush to the scene to bear everything for his sister.

Xie Ran cried so pitifully, are these people made of iron!

But now, in front of the camera in the live broadcast room, Zhuangzi actually shook out the events of the year.

Will it do you any good to confess me?

I buy murder, you kill, are you nobler than me!

Xie Kun was going to be angry.

And the damn policeman, he lied, he didn't call the police at all and said that Zhuangzi was blackmailing, the policeman lied, Zhuangzi that idiot actually believed it, and he was going to bite him on the spot.

Is it a dog!

Xie Kun's internal organs were about to explode.

Fortunately, it was not his own private account or the company's account that gave Zhuangzi money, but the secretary's private account......

Xie Kun took a deep breath and looked at the secretary standing at the desk.

"I'll do the matter of your daughter's study abroad, and you will take care of the matter of the strong son." Xie Kun said bluntly.

The secretary lowered his eyes, "But, you ordered me to transfer money to Zhuangzi, three years ago, you ordered me to transfer 500,000 yuan to Zhuangzi, and today you ordered me to transfer 500,000 yuan, I have never seen Zhuangzi, just transferred money, even if I pay for it, can the police believe it?" ”

Xie Kun said angrily: "What don't you believe, Zhuangzi has no substantive evidence to prove that I asked him to do it, whoever gave the money was made to do it." ”

The secretary kept her head down, her eyes always looking at the picture on the desk.

Before, sitting at the desk was the old president.

There is a family photo on the old president's table, which is the old president and his wife, Xie Kun and Xie Zhao.

At that time, Xie Zhao was four or five years old, and he was held by the old president and sat on his lap.

But since the old president was ill and Xie Kun took over the position of the old president, this family photo has changed.

It is a group photo of Xie Kun and Xie Ran's brother and sister.

The secretary looked at the frame behind the group photo and remembered his first day in the Xie Secretarial Office.

That day was the same as today, the sun was shining.

Xie Kun found him privately and told him, I will give you one million, and you have to tell me all the movements of Mr. Xie, otherwise, I will make your daughter unable to study in school.

Xie Kun said that even if he doesn't think about himself, he should think about his children.

He didn't say yes at the time.

But when I went home that day, I saw my daughter crying at home, and she was violently assaulted at school.

The secretary closed his eyes and collected his thoughts.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Xie Kun.

"In the live broadcast, it was said that Zhuangzi is the ...... of the Xie family"

"Fart!" Xie Kun slapped the table angrily, raised his hand and slapped the secretary directly in the face.

There was a snap.

The secretary immediately bowed his head.

Xie Kun roared and roared, "That's the police fucking to trick the strong man into confessing, you have been in the Xie family for so many years, don't you know if I am born to the Xie family?" Get lost! ”

The secretary turned to leave.

Xie Kun did not forget to remind, "When the police find you, remember what you should say, even if you don't think about yourself, think about your children." ”

These words are exactly the same as back then.

The secretary answered and left.

As soon as he left, Xie Kun pulled a tie and grabbed his mobile phone angrily to call the driver.

He's going to get the dye back himself.

As long as he thought of the fact that Dye had suffered so much grievance over there, his heart felt like it was broken.

But before the phone was dialed, the office door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"I don't know ...... knocking on the door," Xie Kun scolded angrily.

When I raised my eyes, I saw that it was Xie Zhao who came in from outside the door.

Xie Kun was stunned, "Why are you here?" ”

This morning, he went to the hospital, wasn't Xie Zhao still unable to move because of a miscarriage and broken ribs?

Xie Zhao's face was pale, sitting in a wheelchair, and behind her, a woman in her twenties and thirties pushed her.

When asked, Xie Zhao smiled and said, "Didn't you ask me to contact someone from Mingyu Group to talk about cooperation with you?" ”

Xie Kun was stunned for a moment.

Just thinking about Xie Ran, I was half angry with this damn live broadcast, but I forgot to get down to business.

Yes, yes, yes, we also want to talk about cooperation with Mingyu Group.

Xie Kun glanced at Xie Zhao with disdain.

Pretending to be arrogant, in the end, you don't have to listen to me obediently, what about being capable, in the end, everything doesn't have to be mine.

"What about the people who talk about cooperation?" Xie Kun asked arrogantly.

Xie Zhao sat in a wheelchair and smiled, "It's already here, it's me, introduce myself, Xie Zhao, who is currently working in the Commerce Department of Mingyu Group." ”

Xie Kun was stunned.

Xie Zhao...... Working for Mingyu Group?

Xie Zhao turned his wheelchair and approached his desk.

"Why did the family photo become a photo of you and Xie Ran? You're wearing a black suit, she's wearing a white gauze dress, I don't know, I thought it was your wedding photo. Glancing at the photo on the desk, Xie Zhao looked at Xie Kun with a smile.

Xie Kun said with a bad face: "This has nothing to do with you." ”

Xie Zhao smiled, "But Mingyu Group has always valued the character of its partners, and now Mr. Xie is also a big celebrity on the Internet, and the whole network is hotly discussing whether Mr. Xie bought murder, whether Mr. Xie is the biological son of the old president of the Xie family or ......"

Xie Kun picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it at Xie Zhao, "Slut, shut up!" What about your upbringing! ”

The ashtray that flew over was easily caught by the woman behind Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at Xie Kun mockingly, "Upbringing? Mr. Xie take a look at this? ”

She pulls out a photo and puts it on her desk.

Xie Kun's face changed in an instant, and he grabbed the photo and tore it to pieces.

(End of chapter)