genius psychologist

Chapter 274 [The Torn Truth]

Organize offline meetups.

When the identity of the traitor is still unknown, it is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous thing.

But everyone also knows that this is indeed a feasible solution.

Although everyone kept saying that they would not go to the appointment according to the time and address of the invitation letter, but people's hearts are unpredictable, and some people will definitely go to the appointment secretly.

If the voting decision is passed, then there is no concern in this regard.

Nor will traitors be led by the nose.

"Give us some time, I need to think about it." Lao Qin was the first to express his opinion.

It is indeed difficult to make an immediate decision on such an important decision. Everyone has different positions and natural selection is also different.

Liang Chaohua took off his glasses silently, put his hands on the table, and said calmly, "I'll give you two hours to think about it, but there is one condition."

"Everyone is not allowed to leave the video screen. If you want to explain important things, you can turn off the sound."

"Can call, can do anything."

"But please don't leave the video screen, I don't want other people to interfere with your judgment."

Hearing these words, many people showed solemn expressions, as if they understood Lao Liang's intentions.

This time the vote was clearly aimed at directly overturning the traitor's arrangement and making the other party's invitation letter a waste of paper.

Everyone in the video surveillance screen can prevent traitors from doing things behind their backs, threatening or conveying instructions in private.

Dong Xu frowned slightly, and asked, "Those who voted can't leave, right?"

"That's right, that's the rule." Liang Chaohua replied calmly.

Dong Xu picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea, then smiled calmly and said, "No problem, I haven't eaten lunch yet, if you don't mind, I'll eat first."

After all, he snapped his fingers and called his subordinates over to arrange meals.

moment.

The Western-style meal of spaghetti steak was delivered.

He also smiled unrestrainedly at everyone in the video, and then ate the pasta, making the sound of eating noodles.

In the end, in order not to affect everyone, the microphone was turned off.

……

At this moment, half of the people sat there and fell into deep thought.

Everyone hung up the microphone decisively and explained some important content to their subordinates.

Every person's movements, the range of their mouths, their eyes, and their expressions are all clearly visible in the video.

In the upper left corner of a computer screen, the content of this video conference is being recorded, and the time has apparently been going on for more than ten minutes, from the beginning to the present.

This computer obviously belonged to Fan Heng, and he sat there with a blank expression, trying to analyze something through the performance of other people.

No one can guess the final number of votes until the final result is out.

At this moment, in the dark meeting room, the door slowly opened.

Fan Heng looked in the direction of the door, and what caught his eyes was the old man in a wheelchair.

"dad?"

"How did you come?"

Fan Heng stood up immediately, then turned the video camera a little, then walked over and pushed the old man's wheelchair to the front of the camera.

Such movements naturally attracted the attention of many people.

After all, they haven't seen their familiar old friends for some days.

Mr. Fan seemed to be nearly sixty years old, with some white hair, sitting in a wheelchair and adjusting the camera's image to himself with his hands.

And Fan Heng stood behind the old man's wheelchair and guarded.

Mr. Fan also had earphones hanging by his ears. Although he never showed up, he was still able to hear the content of every video conference through the earphones.

He doesn't even need to look, just listen to the voice to know who is speaking.

"Let me say a few words!"

"The performance of the old Liang in these years is obvious to all."

He said in a low and powerful voice: "We are a community of interests. I don't deny that after so many years, everyone has become a high-ranking person in their own field."

"But don't forget that a person's ability is limited after all. The reason why we can overcome the difficulties that others cannot overcome."

"It is precisely because of the mutual support of everyone here."

"Today, someone brought up the incident again. Like everyone here, I hate this traitor to the bone."

"Doubt, guess, fight each other."

"The moment these things happened to us, I knew it was over."

Mr. Fan stared at everyone with deep but complicated eyes, and he said slowly, "Man, what is the purpose of living?"

"money?"

"status?"

"Or the so-called power?"

"Lao Liu is right, people will change."

"I'm afraid that today, Lao Liang once again asked everyone to submit their plans, but no one is willing."

"I just want to say one thing. If Boss Chen really harmed everyone, why didn't the person who shot him stand up and correct him for his crimes?"

"I believe that with everyone's strength, we will be able to dig out clues and reveal the truth."

"Then why didn't he do it?"

A cold chill flashed in the eyes of Mr. Fan, and then he lifted the cloth covering his thigh, revealing the shocking wound on his broken leg.

With an inexplicable hoarse voice, he said: "I'll just leave the words here today. We are all old friends for decades. If you have any grievances, you might as well talk them out."

"As long as someone tells me who was behind the scenes back then, and you have enough evidence, my Fan family will be your gunmen, so what's the point!"

One word set off a thousand waves.

The old man of the Zhong family, who was seriously injured by the fire, also echoed without hesitation: "That's right, since the traitor sent us an invitation letter, and the address is from the bureau set up back then."

"It means that the truth of the year has been found out."

"Instead of procrastinating, it's better to show your cards directly!"

Liang Chaohua patted the table in a calm voice and shouted: "Enough is enough, civil strife won't solve the problem, let's vote."

He rubbed his temples, feeling extremely complicated.

"I will give you an account of what happened back then!"

All of a sudden, it was like a stormy sea was breaking out on the calm sea.

Everyone showed shocked expressions and stared at Liang Chaohua. After all, this sentence showed that the other party knew the inside story.

Su Feng choked up, his eyes were dull and unbelievable...

Dong Xu's eyes also widened, obviously he didn't expect the other party to say this.

Lao Qin silently lit a cigarette, and then pressed the option to agree.

Uncle Li, the sixth son, felt a little smack in his heart, as if he had lost his soul. He had always stood on the opponent's side, and went deep into the enemy's line to play the role of a "rebel", trying to find out the real culprit behind the scenes.

It was unanimously determined that it was the traitor who shot and killed Lao Chen.

But at this moment, with a pale face, he found that his position and cognition had been greatly impacted.

He didn't even know which side was right and which side was ulterior motives.

Dengdengdeng-

Everyone pressed the agree option in unison.

Facing the accusations and doubts of the crowd, Liang Chaohua was still extremely frank, he glanced at the crowd, and then said: "If more than half of the votes are cast, those who haven't voted will be regarded as abstaining.

"Then according to the agreement, see you on the 27th!"

After finishing speaking, he exited the video conference with a "beep".

He was lying on the chair with his head on his back, panting heavily.

At this moment, he seemed to be very old and haggard.

He squinted and opened the drawer of his desk, took out all the things, and gently pried open the bottom hidden compartment below.

What came into view was the yellowed file bag.

Looking at the bag, his heart was even heavier, as if he didn't want to touch the deep secret.

He moved very slowly, unwinding the coils on the file bag round and round.

Glancing at the contents inside, it was as painful as a knife piercing his heart. That small stack of old papers was the truth that everyone had been looking for for a long time.

It was the diary in Chen Dong's hand, the important content was torn out.

The whole world fell into an inexplicable tranquility at this moment.

(End of this chapter)