City of Streamer

Then he took out the photo of Rong Dingkun and fixed it in the center of the cork board with a thumbtack.

Yang Xiucheng saw that she had a clue, and said, "Then I won't bother you. If you need help, just call my office."

"That's right." Feng Shizhen asked, "Can you get the passwords for those contacts?"

"It's not difficult," Yang Xiucheng said. "It's enough to eavesdrop on the telegram. It just takes a little effort to unravel it."

"It's up to me to unlock the password." Feng Shizhen smiled, "Get the password first!"

"What else is there that Miss Feng can't do?" Yang Xiucheng smiled and flattered.

After Yang Xiucheng left, Feng Shizhen stood alone in the study, moved his wrists, and began to read the documents that were piled high.

The winter tulle-like sunlight shines through the tall glass windows into the warm study, and also shines on the busy figure inside. Feng Shizhen wore a thin sweater with white teeth, a dark blue dress, and leather slippers, walking back and forth between the desk and the wall lined with cork boards.

Photos were stapled to the board, and notes and reminders were pasted on the side with different-colored pens. The officers, secretaries and hall masters of the Rong family, companies that have business dealings with the Rong family, and families who have favors or hatreds with the Rong family. Meng Xian's intelligence gathering has always been quite reliable and accurate.

Feng Shizhen pulled out thin red lines and connected the photos together. These red threads are intertwined one by one to form a network, and a network of relationships centered on the Rong family is represented figuratively.

Feng Shizhen took a few steps back, looked at the board full of stickers, and showed a satisfied smile. On the Red Line, next to Rong Dingkun's photo, the candidly photographed photo on Rong Jia is very clear. The young man with handsome features, wearing a hat, is looking up, his eyes are distant and handsome.

The sun slowly climbed up into the headspace. The steward got Meng Xian's order and came to invite Feng Shizhen for lunch on time. Feng Shi was eating his meal absent-mindedly, and the attendant led a young and beautiful girl in and said, "This is Miss Li who is here to deliver the telegram."

"The telegram has arrived?" Feng Shizhen dropped his chopsticks and half of his meal in excitement, urging Miss Li to give her the telegram, while walking quickly towards the study.

"Miss Feng," the steward said hurriedly, "Seventh Master ordered you to finish your meal..."

Feng Shizhen was impatient: "Forget it, let the kitchen make a few sandwiches, make a pot of coffee and send it over."

"Miss!" Miss Li chased Feng Shizhen with a briefcase, "Mr. Meng asked me to handle telegrams with you."

Feng Shizhen turned around in surprise and looked her up and down, "How old are you? Where did you study?"

Miss Li's cheeks were flushed and she said shyly, "I'm nineteen this year, and I graduated from Qingxin Girls' High School. I'm Mr. Meng's secretary..."

Feng Shizhen still looked at the girl with sharp eyes.

"...One of..." Miss Li had to add honestly.

"Alright." Since it was sent by Meng Xian, Feng Shizhen always wanted to give some face, "You can use that table. Did you graduate from middle school? How about English?"

"The third place among the graduates." Miss Li was very proud.

"Not bad!" Feng Shizhen threw a thick folder to her, "Translate all the titles first. There is an English-Chinese dictionary in the study, if you don't understand it, just look it up."

Miss Li nodded hurriedly, opened the document and got busy.

Feng Shizhen took out the telegram, arranged it according to the date, and scanned it roughly, his eyes showing the excitement of meeting the challenge.

The revenge plan has been going on for so long, and now it's finally time for her to use her best abilities.

Feng Shizhen moved his wrist, flipped through the telegrams, and began to crack it.

Time flies very fast in the concentrated work, it seems that it is just a moment at the desk, the wind is surging outside the window, the sun is receding, and the sky is gradually gloomy. The wind rustled the treetops, and even sitting in the study with the fireplace burning, you could feel a hint of coolness.

The steward knocked on the door and came in, and saw two ladies occupying a desk each, with stacks of documents stacked on the table and at their feet, and crumpled paper **** were thrown all over the floor.

The steward asked the two of them if they wanted to have dinner, and after asking several times, Miss Li came back to her senses. She looked up at Feng Shizhen, who was still calculating, and said to the steward, "Just give me two bowls of noodle soup, and please make another pot of coffee."

The hot and fragrant pork ribs were brought up, and the hunger in his belly was aroused, and Feng Shizhen recovered from the equation. After she finished eating the noodles, she went back to the room to take a shower, returned to the study with half-wet hair, picked up the pen and resumed counting.

Miss Li admires her for being so dedicated and does not dare to slack off. She walked over gently, turned on a lamp for Feng Shizhen, then returned to her seat and continued to look up the dictionary translation documents.

It was getting dark outside the window, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. The thin raindrops fell on the window, condensed into water droplets, and made bright marks.

In the brightly lit study room, the ticking of the bell, the crackling of the fire, the flipping of paper, and even the rustling of pencil writing, all intertwined, forming a serenade that brings people a strange feeling. .

It was almost midnight when Miss Li finished translating the document in her hand. She rubbed her sore wrist and stretched. Feng Shizhen was still burying his head in the calculations, writing like flying. Miss Li watched for a while, and she couldn't help but be impressed by Feng Shizhen's concentration, agility and intelligence.

Miss Li's father is an old official from the Meng family. As a well-educated woman in the new era, she is also very important after work, but her work scope is only limited to answering the phone and making reports. Just because her English is good, many of Meng Xian's English documents will be handed over to Miss Li alone, which gives her a sense of pride in being different.

Miss Li knew that Meng Xu'an had a female general, both talented and beautiful, but because Feng Shizhen's identity was very secret, non-confidants could not see her face. When the female employees in the company talk about the female general who doesn't know the name, they are both envious and jealous, and Miss Li is no exception. When I saw Miss Li being dispatched to assist the female general today, I felt very uneasy, for fear that the other party would not be easy to get along with. Unexpectedly meeting people, I found that Feng Shizhen was completely unexpected.

Miss Li thought she would meet an arrogant, tough and bossy woman, but she didn't think that the other party looked more like a nerd, she only knew how to work hard without even a single word of nonsense. She was beautiful, but she was sloppy and dressed like a housewife. Miss Li was afraid that she couldn't handle it before, but now she is relieved.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Feng Shizhen suddenly sat up straight. #####

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Miss Li hurriedly chased away the distracting thoughts in her mind and asked, "Miss Feng, what's wrong?"

Feng Shizhen looked stunned and said, "I... seem to have figured it out."

Miss Li was shocked and hurried over. Feng Shizhen picked up the telegram he just unwrapped and gave it to her, she read: "No. 3, July 18, Tengchong, No. 12 Ping'an Street..."

Miss Li was stunned and looked at Feng Shizhen. After a while, the two cheered in unison and opened their arms to embrace.

Feng Shizhen said: "They used phonetic alphabets. I have roughly translated it, but it may not be accurate. We still need to ask Yang Xiucheng and the others to verify."

"This is quite remarkable!" Miss Li complimented, "Miss Feng, you are amazing! College students are really different!"

Feng Shizhen said politely, looked at the clock, and said in surprise, "It's almost twelve o'clock? I'm sorry for delaying you for so long. Let the driver take you home."

Miss Li reluctantly picked up her coat and hat and asked, "Then I'll come over tomorrow to help you translate these telegrams."

Maybe it was because he drank too much coffee, Feng Shizhen was not only not sleepy now, but was excited because he had made a major breakthrough. She waved her hand and said, "I can't sleep horizontally and vertically, I can finish the translation in one night, don't bother you to run again tomorrow."

"Then... or I'll help you." Miss Li wanted to show more in front of Meng Xu'an. When she heard that Feng Shizhen was going to stay up all night, she was afraid that she would do all the work, and she would be embarrassed in front of Meng Xu'an tomorrow, "My father also Working for Mr. Meng, knowing that I am here as an assistant to Miss Feng, will not mind me staying overnight."

"Then it's going to be hard for you." Feng Shizhen was also happy to have many helpers. She rang the bell for the clerks to bring in some more coffee and late-night snacks.

The clock reached twelve, and when the bell rang, the two girls were eating snacks and raised their coffee cups to touch them.

"For success." Feng Shizhen said.

"For Mr. Meng." Miss Li's cheeks were slightly red.

Feng Shizhen understood and couldn't help but smile, which made Miss Li's face even redder.

Compared with the warm and energetic Meng Mansion, the midnight in the Rong Mansion became more gloomy and depressing. Rong Jia stepped on the punctual bell and walked into the mansion with a smell of tobacco and alcohol. He had just returned from socializing at the club, and if it weren't for him being impatient to accompany him and winning a few games by counting cards in the gambling game, the old foxes would not let him go.

The steward came up to take Rong Jia's coat and hat, and asked, "Do you want to have a late-night snack? The mutton soup is stewed on the kitchen fire. It's very fresh."

"No need." Rong Jiashang drank a belly of wine. Although he wasn't very drunk, he lost his appetite. "Is everything okay at home? How's the fourth young master going?"

"My wife is making arrangements." The steward said, "I have already sent someone back to the ancestral tomb to check the feng shui, and the coffins have been selected, and they will be delivered tomorrow. Aunt Sun is also better than the previous two days, and she is still carrying three The young lady and the fourth young lady were walking in the yard. The master also found a piece of jade and said that the fourth young master would take it into the soil and give birth to a good baby in the next life."

This is the second son of Rong Dingkun who died, and he died after the Rong family received Feng Shizhen's IOU, which is really hard to think of. When Rong Dingkun heard the news of his youngest son's death, he fainted on the spot. As a result, he was diagnosed with a mild stroke, his left arm was paralyzed, and it was inconvenient to hold it.

"The first..." Rong Dingkun murmured at the time.

Even though Rong Jiashang didn't believe that the IOU was cursed, he was a little confused by his father's performance.

And probably because of guilt. After Rong Dingkun woke up, he immediately felt much better for his children. He opened his own small treasury, took out 40,000 yuan, added 10,000 yuan of dowry money to each of his four daughters, and took another 20,000 yuan to his third son as tuition fees for studying in the future. Rong Dingkun still trusted the eldest son's character, and put all the money in the hands of the eldest son and let him take charge first. It's a bit of a sign of getting ready to split up before dying.

"By the way," the steward said again, "the wife has returned to her parents' house, and she will come back early tomorrow."

"Going back again?" Rong Jia stopped, looked at the clock, and suddenly said, "I heard that Uncle Zhao has a private room at the Licha Hotel, and there are all-night poker games every weekend. I was just about to play a few games. Go meet him."

He chuckled softly, turned and walked towards the door again. The steward didn't know what to do, he hurriedly followed, and draped his coat over his shoulders.

"The people from the Moon Group come with me!" Rong Jiashang ordered coldly and got into the car.

The luxurious suite of the Richa Hotel, the sound of water in the bathroom.

Zhao Huaan was wearing a bathrobe, exposing his strong chest, leaning lazily on the bedside and smoking a cigarette. "San Lang Saves Mother" was playing on the radio, and he was very intoxicated, and beat the beat to the rhythm.

The door banged. Zhao Huaan thought it was a late night snack, but he was too lazy to get up and called out, "Come in."

Rong Jia, who was handsome and handsome in his coat, opened the door with a smile but not a smile, and said respectfully, "Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Huaan was the one who came from the hail of bullets. One second he was so frightened that he almost rolled off the bed, but the next second he calmed down, gathered up his robes, got up and said with a smile, "Why is Jiashang here?"

Rong Jia said with a smile: "I heard that Uncle Zhao set up a poker game, so I wanted to come over and play a few hands. I didn't want to disturb your good deeds."

Zhao Huaan originally arranged for two of his men to watch the door outside, but now there is no trace of them, apparently they have been controlled by the people on Rong Jia. The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Zhao Huaan subconsciously glanced at the gun holster hanging on the hanger by the door, and smirked: "Unfortunately, the game is a little early today. You wait for me to change clothes, and my father and son go downstairs to the bar for two drinks. Cup?"

"You don't need to be so troublesome." Rong Jiashang stood still and blocked the door, and smiled leisurely, "Since we can't play a card, we can chat casually."

Zhao Huaan's face was stiff, and he forced a smile: "Don't you want to ask your father again? I still say that, you have to ask him himself for many things."

"He's basically said everything about my father." Rong Jiashang still maintained the standard smile of a waiter, "Uncle Zhao is really a good brother that my father takes care of, and even his preferences are so similar— —"

Zhao Huaan suddenly changed color. In the blink of an eye, two female thugs jumped out from behind Rong Jia and rushed into the bathroom where the sound of water was heard.

With a panicked scream, the disheveled and disheveled Mrs. Rong was dragged out.

Zhao Huaan was caught off guard and reacted a beat slower. When he came back to his senses, the overall situation had been settled, and he had to stand beside him with an embarrassed look on his face.

Rong Jiashang asked the female subordinate to take a blanket and put it on Mrs. Rong, and said to Zhao Huaan with a smile: "After my father fell ill, I was busy with the company, and the family was thanked by Uncle Zhao for taking care of him. It seems that Uncle Zhao is especially concerned about his wife. I just said that my wife is looking good recently, and she looks a few years younger."

Mrs. Rong was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, covering her face with a blanket and crying, unable to lift her head at all. Zhao Huaan's face was red and white, and he said with a smirk: "Jiashang, it's my fault. Shujun and I were confused for a while and made a mistake. Besides, if this matter is to come out, it will also lose the face of the Rong family."

"Indeed, Dad is the person who wants face the most." Rong Jia said solemnly, "Dad is not in good health. He is even more sad when his fourth brother is gone. If he finds out about his wife again, I'm afraid he will be very angry. For the sake of the Rong family, this matter must be covered up. So—"

Rong Jia drew his gun and pointed it at Mrs. Rong's head: "Then only make my wife feel wronged."

Mrs. Rong screamed and shrank back, but was pressed to the ground by the female thug.

"Don't mess around!" Zhao Huaan hurriedly shouted, quickly grabbing the gun.

Zhao Huaan was born in all corners of the world, and he is very skilled. However, Rong Jiashang has also received professional training, and is better than young, strong, agile and vigorous. He avoided Zhao Huaan's hand as soon as he turned his wrist, and pushed him again on Zhao Huaan's chest. A strong force knocked Zhao Huaan back several steps.

Rong Jia had a lot of hands to do, but he didn't hurt Zhao Huaan. Zhao Huaan also saw that Rong Jiashang didn't really want to kill Mrs. Rong, so he put his hand away and said bitterly with a smile: "Jiashang, I know you are angry. But Mrs. is your stepmother. If you want to kill her, How do you plan to explain to Fanglin and the Huang family? Now is not the past, it is the age of law. You used lynching, and you really want to get a lawsuit."

Rong Jiashang looked at the crying stepmother, put away the gun with a smile, and said, "Uncle Zhao will really scare people. How could I kill my stepmother? It was clearly the wife who went out to play cards at night and met the kidnappers on the way back. The Rong family redeemed the people. It's too late, and my wife was torn apart."

Mrs. Rong nearly fainted, and scolded her hoarse voice: "Lord Rong Jia, you utterly conscientious bastard, you really are your father's kind! You killed my Jia Xin, imprisoned your father, and even murdered your stepmother. .You are a beast, you will be punished..."

The female thug rolled up the towel and gagged Mrs. Rong's mouth.

Zhao Huaan has seen that Rong Jiashang's intention is not to drink, and smiled bitterly: "Jiashang, Shujun has not been easy for her these years, you can just let her go. What do you want, you may as well tell me directly. ."

When Rong Jia heard the words, Mrs. Chao Rong smiled and said, "My wife has a good eye for choosing a man."

Mrs. Rong was ashamed and angry, her face was so red that she couldn't lift her eyelids.

The female hand backed out and closed the door. Mrs. Rong hid back in the bathroom.

Rong Jiashang and Zhao Huaan sat on the sofa and looked at each other calmly. Zhao Huaan stared at the young, handsome and confident face of the man opposite, his eyes becoming more and more dark and gloomy.

Rong Jia went straight to the point and said, "Uncle Zhao, he has already told me about my father's past. His name is Qin Shuigen, and he killed Rong Dingkun in order to covet a winning lottery ticket for his brother Rong Dingkun."

A startled gasp came from the bathroom. Zhao Huaan lit a cigarette, sighed softly, and said, "It's good to know. For so many years, your father has been hiding it from you, and I think he feels uncomfortable."

"The girl from the Rong family is not dead." Rong Jia laughed, "She is back."

Zhao Huaan's hand shook violently, and Fang slowly laughed for a moment.

"I see. Who is she? Let me guess... your governess, Miss Feng, isn't she?"

Rong Jiashang lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and said, "Are you the guy who drives the car? Shizhen has a little impression of you. You lied to her mother to see my father, and then joined my father to kill their mother and son."

Mrs. Rong pushed open the bathroom door in astonishment, and leaned against the door softly, as if her legs were cramped.

"It's really her." Zhao Huaan was stunned, "your father once told me that the first time he saw her, he was in a cold sweat. He had never been afraid of any woman, but he was taken aback by this Miss Feng. "

"Like it?" Rong Jia asked.

Zhao Huaan recalled, shook his head and said, "It's too dark, your father hacked the woman to death as soon as they met, I haven't had time to see what she looks like."

His expression was too calm, as if killing people was as simple as cutting vegetables and melons. Mrs. Rong covered her mouth and let out a low sigh, shaking her body.

Zhao Huaan looked at Mrs. Rong with pity, and continued: "Maybe it's an intuition. Anyone who licks blood will have such an intuition. The enemy has murderous aura, and you can feel it. You can feel it. The wind is blowing, but it feels like a cold hair."

Mrs. Rong had fallen on a low stool, panting heavily against her chest. Rong Jiashang was quite filial and poured her a cup of tea.

Zhao Huaan took a deep breath and frowned irritably. He also participated in the Rong family annihilation case. Feng Shizhen has already found Qin Shuigen, so he must be next.

"Uncle is also afraid?" Rong Jiashang sneered, "My father has always been afraid, right? So my father couldn't buy Wen Chunli for a while, so he didn't hesitate to set fire to it. Because he was afraid that Wen Chunli would be bought by others. The body of Zhenrong Dingkun in the building will be found sooner or later."

Zhao Huaan nodded: "I actually don't approve of your father setting fire. I think it will be self-defeating. Rong Dingkun was killed by your father himself, I just help him hide the body. He is the first person your father killed, you Dad has been shy in his heart, and he has a heart disease."

Rong Jiashang snorted coldly, "Then my father continued to kill the rest of Rong's family because of his illness? Are you trying to say that it's not easy for my father to be conscientious?"

Mrs. Rong was so frightened that she almost fainted. If the husband kills and pretends to be someone else, it doesn't count, but he also kills the other person's entire family. When she thought that she had been in the same bed with such a beast for nearly twenty years, and she even carried him to steal a man, Mrs. Rong was so scared that she was sweating coldly.

"Shujun, you already know it now." Zhao Huaan said to Mrs. Rong, "Compared to the matter of the Rong family, the eldest brother's affair with Miss Meng's family and deceived Jin Qilin is not worth mentioning. But Jiashang, you must know that if your father hadn't been so ruthless, the Rong family would have collapsed long ago. Now you can be a dignified young master, not a clerk in a business firm or an apprentice in a shop. Your father's "shameless" gift!"

Rong Jiashang asked softly, "No one wants to wear a robe covered in blood, no matter how gorgeous it is."

"So what?" Zhao Huaan said, "He's your biological father, and that's something you can't change even if you cut your flesh and bleed your blood. You were born with your father's sins on your back. So, instead of rushing to liquidate him, you might as well think about it. Figure out how to clean up this mess."

Rong Jiashang clenched his fist tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hands jumped up and down.

"My father's guilt is mine. What about Uncle Zhao's guilt? Uncle Zhao, I don't know that those uncles know that the goods that our family 'damaged' in transit in the past few years were actually resold by you privately. ?"

Mrs. Rong was shocked, and looked at Zhao Huaan stupidly again.

Zhao Huaan shook the flesh of his cheeks and said, "Jiashang, did you listen to someone and misunderstood?"

Rong Jiashang took a deep breath, let go of his hand, and smoothed the wrinkles on the corner of his clothes.

"Since I can confront you with your export, I will naturally have no evidence. After I joined the company, I found that the loss rate of the You Line and the Five Line in the South is a little abnormal. Dad really trusts you and thinks it is caused by the unstable situation. You think I'm checking Feng Shizhen's life, but I've been checking you for a long time. Uncle Zhao, the account books and witnesses are already in my hands. What do you think dad and uncles will say when they see it?"

Zhao Huaan's eyes and brows were twitching, and he said, "Jia Shang, do you think I'm the only one doing this?"

"Of course not." Rong Jiashang said with a smile, "Uncle Zhao, you have been fighting for power and profits with Guo Wushu and Tang Erbo all these years. It's been hard work."

"What are they?" Zhao Huaan sneered, "Jiashang, you are young, you can't hold back these old people. I have a suggestion for you."

"Uncle, please speak." Rong Jiashang was very respectful.

"Transfer this business to me." Zhao Huaan said.

Even Mrs. Rong stared at Zhao Hua'an in astonishment, and said, "What did you say? Are you going to greedy for such a big business of the Rong family?"

Zhao Huaan said: "Jia Shang can't hold back. Now everyone seems to be at peace on the face, but in private, he can't hold back. Instead of waiting for those old people to come forward and betray, maybe there will be bloodshed. , why don't you leave it to me and let me take care of it. The Zhao family and the Rong family are partners, I do things, you only need to take the dividends every year. "

"Bah!" Mrs. Rong spat, "It's obviously our Rong family's business, and I want to give it to you for nothing. You want to be beautiful. Zhao Huaan, I'm really blind. You and Rong Dingkun are the same raccoon dog, they are nothing! "

Zhao Huaan had feelings for Mrs. Rong, and was scolded to the point of being bloody, but he patiently persuaded: "Shujun, I'm doing this for your own good. Look at those old brothers who are polite to you, but all of them are blood debts. People who are haunted. If they are really ruthless, they can destroy your Rong family."

"The Qin family." Rong Jia, who has been silent for a while, corrected, "Let's be precise, it's the Qin family. The entire family of the Rong family has been destroyed, and only Yu Shizhen is the only one."

Zhao Huaan's eyes flashed suddenly.

Rong Jiashang said: "I can understand Uncle Zhao's thoughts. Since he is not in his position, he will not enjoy the benefits. In fact, you probably already knew that I am deeply disgusted by the Rong family's secret industry, and I want to wash my hands. White or eliminated. If Uncle Zhao wants it, we can talk about transferring shares. I don’t want to make money from this, I just want a smooth transition.”

Zhao Huaan originally thought that Rong Jiashang came to arrest the adulterer today. He wanted to arrest him and force him to make some compromises, but he never expected that he would easily agree to transfer the underworld industry. This is so good, it's a perfect trap. Zhao Hua knew that it was wrong, but he couldn't stand the temptation and wanted to jump in.

"What are you doing, Jiashang?" Mrs. Rong said angrily, "Why are you so useless, so you give away your own property?"

"Madam, you are the most promising." Rong Jia replied indifferently, "The son died yesterday, and you can come out and steal the man tonight."

Mrs. Rong seemed to be slapped in the face by seventeen or eighteen slaps in one breath. She couldn't raise her head in shame, and finally closed her mouth completely. She only had one daughter, Fang Lin, and she could not inherit the family property, and her dowry was almost ready. If Rong Jiashang is willing to lose his family, then let him go.

Zhao Huaan stared at Rong Jiashang several times from beginning to end. Although this young man said that he was smart and cunning, the righteousness in his eyebrows could not be concealed. Maybe he really wants to let go. First, I don't like to run that kind of business, and secondly, I know that I really can't hold back, and I don't want to spend that energy. He is the elder who is closest to the Rong family, so he can take more care of him if he gives it to himself.

All kinds of thoughts in Zhao Huaan's mind twirled quickly, and asked, "How to transfer?"

"It's the same as what Uncle Zhao said." Rong Jia said, "The Rong family released the shares, quit the board of directors of those companies, and supported you to be elected as a new director. After all, my father also worked hard, and the Rong family wanted to Keep 20% of the shares."

"Ten." Zhao Huaan bargained.

"Fifteen." Rong Jia countered, "If it doesn't work, forget it, I will sell it to another family, and I will only make more money."

Zhao Huaan gritted his teeth: "Fifteen is fifteen! When will the formalities be done?"

"Let our lawyers meet tomorrow." Rong Jia said.

"Okay!" Zhao Huaan closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, "Jia Shang, you have courage, tiger fathers have no dogs."

However, Rong Jiashang refused to hold the hands that had touched his stepmother, and stood up and buttoned his suit without smiling.

"It's getting late, Uncle Zhao should rest early. I'll take my wife away."

Mrs. Rong's face was ashen, her head was drooping, and she was half-supported and half-dragged out by two female hands. Zhao Huaan saw that she didn't look back at him until she went out, knowing that the relationship between the two was over, and couldn't help but sigh with regret. #####

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It was late at night when we returned to the Rong Mansion. Everything was quiet, and the night lamp lit in the Rong Mansion radiated a faint light in the thick night, and the more it looked, the more it looked like a ghost fire.

"Change a light bulb with a higher wattage tomorrow!" Rong Jia said angrily to the steward who came out.

The steward looked at the irritable young master and the gray-faced mistress, and felt that something was wrong, so he pushed the waiter down with a sense of humor.

Mrs. Rong looked like a drowned ghost who had just been fished out of the water. Her face was pale and blue, her cold sweat was gurgling, and she slumped in the corner of the sofa, unable to lift her head like lead.

Rong Jia poured a glass of whiskey and handed it over. Mrs. Rong shook her hand to take it, raised her head and drank it, and then let out a long breath.

"What are you going to do with me?" Mrs. Rong asked in a hoarse voice. "Are you going to seal up a wall for me too?"

Rong Jiashang looked at his stepmother calmly and said, "Uncle Zhao is right. My father is not a good husband, and it has been difficult for my wife these years."

Mrs. Rong was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him, her eyes twinkling.

"My wife is an elder, and I was not qualified to deal with you." Rong Jiashang continued, "It's just that Fang Lin has not been married yet. If there is any news about the wife, how will you ask her to find her husband's family in the future?"

"Stop taking Fanglin and blackmail me!" Mrs. Rong sneered, "Even if our mother and daughter are hugged and thrown into the Huangpu River, they won't kneel in front of you to ask for a living!"

Rong Jiashang shook his head gently and said, "Fang Lin is my own sister, I will naturally take good care of her. This is my obligation. Since my wife's heart is no longer in the Rong family, I will not stop you if you want to leave. I have already arranged your dowry list, and you can take all those properties with you. Tomorrow I will ask a lawyer to come over to draw up a divorce agreement..."

"I'm not going to get a divorce!" Mrs. Rong said excitedly, "there is a divorced mother, how can Fang Lin get married? I can leave, but I don't want to stay in this ghost place anymore. I won't take the dowry, I will leave it to Fang. Lin. Let a lawyer come over tomorrow to write the agreement, you can't take it for yourself."

Rong Dingkun probably won't live for a few more years like this. Mrs. Rong did a quick calculation and felt that divorce was absolutely impossible. Widows also sound better than divorced women.

"Then it's settled." Rong Jia said, "I also ask my wife to work hard for the last time and move out after Fanghua's wedding."

Mrs. Rong is indispensable.

Rong Jia nodded in greeting, got up and walked upstairs.

"You are very different from your father." Mrs. Rong said suddenly.

Rong Jiashang looked back. Mrs. Rong looked at him with a wry smile and said, "I know you always hate me for letting your father send you to Chongqing to endure hardship. But let me shamelessly say, if it wasn't so, if you grew up in Rong, your father would suffer from it. You are just another person now... No, just another Qin Shuigen."

"Maybe." Rong Jiashang said calmly, "However, I don't hate my wife anymore. Let's do our own thing for both of us."

Rong Jia went back to the room last time, stood in front of the dressing mirror, took off his jacket and unfastened his tie. The lamp was dim, and his face was sallow and exhausted.

He habitually looked out the window. It was a constant darkness outside, and the opposite window showed only a faint outline in the dim light of the garden lamp. In fact, since Rong Dingkun moved to the West Hall, Mrs. Rong also asked the servant to clean up a suite on the second floor and let Rong Jia move in. Rong Jiashang declined. He was used to this small suite, and he couldn't bear to see the opposite window at a glance.

Even knowing that the window will not light up again.

Rong Jiashang threw off his leather shoes at will, and collapsed on the bed tiredly.

The rain stopped, but the wind still rustled the trees in the courtyard. Rong Jia listened and gradually fell asleep.

When the wind stopped, the sky gradually turned brighter. After the rain and the clouds cleared, the early spring sunlight shone through the thin clouds, shone on Rong Jia's handsome and tired face, and through the tall glass windows of Meng's house, shone on Feng Shizhen's long hair with a shawl.

Feng Shizhen finished translating the last telegram, felt the temperature on his shoulders, got up and turned around, dazzled by the sunlight.

She looked at the wall clock in surprise, only to realize that it was seven o'clock in the morning. The weather is excellent today, the blue sky is like washing, the spring is bright, the rain has washed away the dust accumulated on the leaves in winter, and restored the original dark green, waiting to be covered by tender new green in the near future.

Miss Li was wrapped in a blanket and fell asleep on the sofa. Feng Shizhen walked over lightly, turned off the floor lamp, and picked up a folder that had fallen on the carpet. Miss Li slept with her cheeks puffed up and her lips pouted, looking innocent and innocent.

Just standing up, the study door was silently pushed open, and Meng Xian walked in. His suit was crumpled, his tie hung around his neck, and his shirt collar was open, revealing a small patch of firm skin.

Feng Shizhen made a silent gesture and pointed to Miss Li on the sofa.

Meng Xian raised his eyebrows and looked around the study room, which was cluttered with various materials. His eyes finally fell on Feng Shizhen's blue eyes.

"You haven't slept all night?" he asked softly, with an unpleasant smell of tobacco and alcohol in his breath.

Feng Shizhen frowned and took a half step back, and sneered: "Seventh Master, did you fight all night? How many did you win?"

Meng Xu'an took out a gambling coin from his pocket and threw it to Feng Shizhen, and said with a chuckle, "Take it and buy some powder. Look at your face..."

When Feng Shizhen saw it, it turned out to be a 100 yuan card, and he couldn't help laughing and laughing.

"It's morning?" Miss Li rubbed her eyes and sat up. Seeing Meng Xian, she hurriedly stood up, grabbing her unkempt hair, "When did Mr. Meng come? Why didn't Miss Feng wake me up..."

"I see that you slept soundly, so I didn't have the heart to disturb you." Feng Shizhen said to Meng Xian again, "Your secretary is very capable. You helped me translate a lot of telegrams."

Miss Li blushed. In fact, she couldn't help dozing off until after three o'clock last night, and she didn't know when she was helped to sleep on the sofa. Feng Shizhen did most of the work by herself, but she generously gave her credit. She was very embarrassed.

"You have all worked hard." Meng Xu'an said softly, "Let the driver take Miss Li home."

Miss Li looked at Meng Xu'an several times with affection, and reluctantly followed the footman. Meng Xian was puzzled, and his attention was all drawn to the translated telegrams, so he picked them up and read them carefully.

"The Rong family has several batches of goods to leave at the beginning of the year." Feng Shizhen said, "Those hall masters are really confident. Looking at these transportation trends, I feel that they transport more private goods than public goods. I thought that when Qin Shuigen was in charge, the management It's very good, and now it seems that he is afraid that he will not be able to take advantage of these brothers who have made a big impact on the Lord. The split of the Rong family has long been a foregone conclusion."

"What do you think Rong Jia will do?" Meng Xian walked to the board again and looked at the clear relationship diagram.

"He?" A gentle smile appeared on Feng Shizhen's mouth, "He will probably leave it alone."

"Will he not care?" Meng Xu'an looked back in surprise.

"Of course it will." Feng Shizhen said firmly, "In the eyes of others, it is incredible, isn't it? Even if it is an unethical business, it is a huge sum of money. How can you say no? Look down on this industry. If he wants money, he will make it with his own hands."

"It's a lover's eyes." Meng Xu'an sneered, "Why don't we make a bet? I bet he will give it a shot."

"What are you betting on?" Feng Shizhen asked with a smile, playing with the ends of his hair.

Meng Xu'an stared at her elegant and graceful smiling face in the morning light, and couldn't help but softened her voice and said, "You win, you are allowed to make a request to me."

"What if you win?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Meng Xuan didn't know what interesting things came to his mind, his eyes became deeper and deeper, he raised his eyebrows and said, "You are going to give me something."

"What?" Feng Shizhen was curious.

"I'll tell you when the time comes." Meng Xian picked up half of the cold coffee Feng Shizhen drank on the desk, took a sip without hesitation, and smiled like an old fox.

After three or four days in a row, the market was calm. The generals stopped fighting, the government did not issue a new decree, and even the stars did not have any new scandals. Feng Shizhen stayed in Meng's house doing nothing, so he had to rearrange the books in the study.

Fortunately, on the fifth day, Xiao Baoli, who went out to film a movie, came back and went directly to the Meng Mansion, and dragged Feng Shizhen, who was holding a book and dressed like an old girl in a monastery, from the big windowsill and stuffed it into his own small room. In the car, go away.

Xiao Baoli dragged Feng Shizhen, from Xinxin Company to Xianshi Department Store, and then from Dahua Department Store to Yongan Department Store. Feng Shizhen's legs cramped when she walked, and Xiao Baoli, who was wearing the new high-heeled leather shoes, was still in good spirits and walked like flying. The two bodyguards were carrying large and small bags and boxes in both hands. They walked on the road and were more eye-catching than the moving neon lights.

"Don't complain!" Xiao Baoli taught Feng Shizhen, "You should have some decent clothes. You are hanging out with the seventh master. If people know that the seventh master's woman is dressed like you, he will be considered a stingy."

"I'm not the woman of the seventh master." Feng Shizhen tried on clothes with a look of ashes on his face.

"It's almost there!" Xiao Baoli looked at it, "The style is good, but the skirt is an inch longer."

The clerk immediately said, "We can modify it!"

"It's still long?" Feng Shizhen pulled his skirt, "It's even shorter than the knee, what does it look like?"

"Haven't you read the fashion magazine I gave you?" Xiao Baoli said angrily, "Women in Paris and New York wear such short clothes now."

"This is Shanghai..." Feng Shizhen muttered, and was pushed into the dressing room by Xiao Baoli again, and came out with a dancing skirt.

It was an emerald green silk dress with a large V neckline that exposed a large area of ​​skin on the chest and back. Feng Shizhen's skin is snow-white, and wearing this color makes her skin more moist like jade, slender and slender.

"There's always something wrong." Xiao Baoli frowned and circled around Feng Shizhen, "There's a spot on your body that still needs to be repaired... ah! Hair!"

Feng Shizhen touched the curled bun blankly.

"What age is this, and you still comb this old aunt's hair!" Xiao Baoli said angrily, "Let's go, have dinner first.