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    "What happened to the old building?" Rong Dingkun stared at his son in fear and nervousness, "You ask Zhao Hua'an to come see me! Hurry!"

    "If anything happens in the middle of the night, I can just take care of it. Why bother Uncle Zhao?" Rong Jiashang remained calm, flipping the note with his fingers, "Isn't this Qin Shuigen's father's name earlier? How come he not only owes  He owed our family money and still owed lives? One thousand yuan was a huge sum of money more than 20 years ago. Dad is really generous."

    "Where did this note come from?" Rong Dingkun couldn't hold himself back at first and asked, patting the bed board.

    "What are you worried about?" Rong Jiashang asked, "Are there any dirty secrets hidden in that building?"

    Rong Dingkun's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he roared in a low voice: "No one is allowed to enter that building, you know? Don't touch a single tile in that building! That building is the lifeblood of our Rong family! The building is breaking ground."  That day was when the decline of the Rong family began."

    Rong Jia raised his eyebrows in surprise, sneered meaningfully at the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'm afraid it's too late."

    Rong Dingkun looked at his son in horror: "What did you say it was too late?"

    Rong Jiashang said calmly: "Someone broke into that old building last night, knocked on the wall, and found a body inside. There was also this note on the body. At this time tomorrow, it will probably be published in all newspapers in Shanghai  There is news about a dead body in the 'Ji Mansion' for sale by our Rong family. Dad, you said that old building is the lifeblood of our Rong family. I am young and poorly educated, so I really don't know that dead people should be buried in the lifeline."

    Rong Dingkun's whole body started to tremble as if there was electricity. His arms couldn't support his body and he fell back into the quilt.

    "No" His face was as pale as a dead person, cold sweat suddenly spread all over his face, and his eyes were full of despair, "How could it be? I obviously"

    "I have intercepted the note. But the news of the dead body cannot be hidden. This matter will definitely be reported tomorrow." Rong Jiashang looked down at his father, "Dad, what else do you want to say to me? For example,  Who is Qin Shuigen? What about the life he owes?"

    Rong Dingkun gritted his teeth, his cheeks twitched, and he looked away.

    "I have no idea."

    he knows!

    There is a connection between father and son.  Not only did Rong Jiashang know that his father knew all the truth, he could even guess a rough answer to the mystery.  The answer to this mystery was so shocking that even Shang Rongjia did not dare to face it for a while.

    He knew that the prosperity of the Rong family was built on white bones.  Now these bones can no longer be buried. They have to be unearthed one by one and exposed to the sun.

    "Dad." Rong Jiashang sneered coldly, "If there are any secrets in our family that are inconvenient for people to see, please tell me in advance. Don't wait until the news spreads all over the city, and I'm still in the dark. Come.  Even if I want to clean up your mess, I'm afraid I'll have nowhere to start."

    Rong Dingkun wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, huddled at the foot of the bed, turned his back and ignored his son.

    Rong Jiashang glanced at him resentfully and walked away with heavy steps.

    In the early morning of the next day, the sky was still turbid gray-blue. Bundles of newspapers printed in thick black letters "A corpse was discovered in Chunli, a lucky house turned into a haunted house" were shipped out from the brightly lit newspaper printing factory.  , distributed to various newsboys, and then delivered to every corner of the city.

    Mrs. Rong was awakened by a strange noise from her sleep. She got up and raised the curtains to look out. She saw a group of reporters holding cameras crowded outside the iron gate in the distance.  She was surprised and went out to ask the steward.  The steward handed over the newspaper with an embarrassed look on his face.  Mrs. Rong read the newspaper and became very angry.

    "Hurry up and close the front and back doors. No one is allowed in or out except those who are purchasing these days!"

    The steward hurriedly said: "The young master gave the order last night."

    "Where is the eldest young master?" Mrs. Rong asked.

    The steward said: "The young master went out early in the morning to deal with this matter and didn't come back. He must have rested in the company."

    Mrs. Rong frowned and read the words on the news carefully, sent the steward away thoughtfully, walked into the study, closed the door, and dialed Zhao Huaan.

    Zhao Huaan actually didn't sleep a wink all night. He was sitting on the high-back sofa, lost in thought with a newspaper.  He has a rough face, high eyebrows and deep eyes. When he reaches middle age, he looks very sinister especially when he has a sullen face and doesn't speak.  Seeing that he was in a bad mood, his family members all stayed away and did not dare to provoke him.

    It wasn't until he heard Mrs. Rong's soft voice on the phone that Zhao Huaan's expression softened and he said patiently: "Shujun, don't worry. If you find reporters annoying, take the children to stay in a villa outside the city for a while.  . It¡¯s the end of the year anyway, and this matter will definitely be settled before the Chinese New Year.¡±

    ?It is now the twelfth lunar month, and the Chinese New Year will be celebrated in about ten days. There has been no big news recently, so the mystery of the Rong family has become the first choice for citizens' after-dinner entertainment.  For a time, the storytellers in the teahouse and the commentators on current affairs on the radio were all talking about this complicated and confusing case.

    ¡°¡­I asked a Western doctor to examine the body and found that he had been dead for about twenty years.¡±

    "The Rong family does not admit that there is an IOU, saying that it was framed by the enemy."

    "In the early years, half of the boats at a dock were loaded with smoke and munitions belonging to the Rong family. There were hundreds of men unloading the cargo, and there were countless enemies. Killing people and burying them in the wall is nothing strange.  ?¡±

    "Rong Dingkun has not come forward so far. I heard that he was shot and injured before and is already hemiplegic"

    For three or four days in a row, the Rong family¡¯s stock price dropped by the limit at the opening.  Rong Jiashang allowed Wen Chunli's buyer to renege, so he returned the previously sold house for $7,788.  The Rong family's finances were tight for a while, and as the New Year was approaching, they had to pay bonuses to their employees internally, and pay off debts externally.  While Rong Jiashang was selling land, he also took some money from the opium business to fill the gap. Although he barely managed to survive, there were still a bunch of necessities on the books, which made people frown.

    When it was time for the shareholders¡¯ meeting at the end of the year, Rong Dingkun finally showed up at the company.  He was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was pale and thin, his eyes were sunken and cloudy, and his appearance was very old.  Rong Jiashang, who was pushing the wheelchair, walked vigorously, and his young and handsome face exuded a healthy and vigorous brilliance. His eyes were bright, sharp, unsmiling, and calm and restrained.

    Rong Jiashang pushed Rong Dingkun through the company door and walked all the way into the conference room.  Along the way, the staff stood up one after another, seeing the sharp contrast between the old and the young, and felt relieved.

    At the shareholders¡¯ meeting, several old shareholders really took issue, accusing Rong Dingkun of summoning powerful enemies to the company for his own personal gain, causing the company to go from bad to worse.  Several veterans have spoken out about quitting the board of directors and selling their stocks.  Zhao Huaan put his hands in his sleeves and sat aside without saying a word.

    Rong Dingkun¡¯s energy is not as good as before, but his brain is not completely dim.  After listening to what these shareholders had said, he sneered and said: "After so many years of smooth sailing, these old friends have lost the fighting spirit to fight in the wind and waves. Now there is only a little risk, and everyone is scared.  In this way, you can run away. I, Rong Dingkun, have been the chairman of this company for more than 20 years, and I consider myself the one who takes care of these brothers the most. You only take dividends and never do anything. From time to time, you get some conveniences just because you are a shareholder.  I have seen it all, but I have never cared about you. What I think is that it was not easy for everyone to work together in the beginning, and we all shed blood and sweat."

    His words made two elders lower their heads in embarrassment, and then quietly looked at Zhao Huaan.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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