"The biggest philanthropist in Yue Nan City?" Zhang Zhengyi's expression changed slightly, "Miss Cheng, you mean …"
"Five years ago, after my husband and son had an accident, I received a huge donation. However, I have never thanked the person who donated to me." Cheng Ling said softly, then stood up, "I'm sorry, Reporter Zhang. It's time for me to leave. I hope you won't mention this meeting to anyone."
Cheng Ling quickly walked out of the private room, while Zhang Zhengyi took out a stack of information from her handbag. She picked up her chopsticks and began to check the information as she ate.
The moon set on the lakeside in the summer.
In the evening, Xia Xia walked out of his room and let out a sigh of relief. The acupuncture process went smoothly, Ning Jie had already formed an Aurous Core and was in the middle of the final consolidation, and the entire process was not disturbed at all. It seemed that Han Mingfei either did not know where they were staying, or because he liked Ye Yumei, he did not immediately chase after them.
Xia Chen was sure that Han Mingfei liked Ye Yumei. Otherwise, Han Mingfei would have already captured Ye Yumei yesterday afternoon.
In this kind of situation, if Han Mingfei didn't take the initiative to attack, Xia Chen naturally wouldn't take the initiative to look for Han Mingfei, unless he was confident in killing Han Mingfei. But right now, he obviously didn't have that confidence.
Violence was the best way to solve problems, but it wasn't the only way. When violence couldn't solve problems directly, Xia Chen would also consider using other methods. His goal wasn't to prove to others how powerful he was, he just wanted to get rid of all his enemies.
"If the long-legged girl is willing to use a beauty trap and poison Han Mingfei, then it would be simple." It was a pity that the long-legged girl didn't seem to want to use a beauty trap.
"Do I have to use a beauty trap?" Xia Chen muttered to himself, but then he shook his head. Although that Huang Jingyi looked pretty good, she really wasn't his type. In his opinion, that Huang Jingyi wasn't even as good as the foreign girl who suddenly appeared here today.
Thinking of that foreign girl, Xia Xia got up and walked out of the villa. Not far away by the lake, the brown-haired, blue-eyed, long-legged, slender waist with two Wang Zai steamed buns was on the phone, talking about prophecies that Xia Chen did not understand, but not understanding did not mean that Xia Chen did not know anything. He could hear the anger, helplessness, and fear in this foreign girl's tone, which was completely unlike the emotions that a foreign tourist who came here to play should have.
Today, when this woman first appeared, Xia Xia was only a little surprised, surprised by her beauty and her sudden appearance. Then, he was busy helping Ning Jie with the acupuncture and didn't pay much attention to this woman. But now, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Ning Jie was his wife. She knew that he was in a hurry, so she rushed over as soon as she received the call. But how could this foreign girl called Caroline decide to travel with Ning Jie so quickly? She seemed to be a model. Was she that free?
Perhaps it was because he had used his brain a lot in the past few days, but he had become a little suspicious. He always felt that there was something wrong with this foreign girl. Perhaps this was also the so-called sixth sense.
At this moment, Caroline finally hung up the phone. She turned around and saw Xia Chen standing at the entrance of the villa. There seemed to be a trace of panic on her face, but she quickly returned to normal. She walked towards Xia Chen with a sweet smile on her pretty face. She even said something, then walked past Xia Chen and entered the villa.
"Too good at acting. There's a problem." Xia Zhi muttered to himself, then took out his cell phone and dialed Muha's number. "Wife, help me find someone."
It was night, around eight o'clock. On the road opposite the Patriotic Building in Yue Nan City, there was a black Santana car. Inside the car sat a person.
The Patriotic Building was actually a five-story building. The owner of this building was called Xie Aiguo, and this building was also the headquarters of the Patriotic Charity Foundation.
The richest man in Yue Nan City was an old man called Clove, and the richest man in Yue Nan City was this old man called Xie Aiguo.
Xie Aiguo, who had just turned sixty, was a legendary figure in Yue Nan City. Legend had it that Xie Aiguo had been a soldier when he was young, and after he was discharged from the army, he had been a porter, a security guard, and had done many different jobs. In the past few decades, he had been involved in all walks of life and had earned hundreds of millions of dollars. Then, about ten years ago, he had claimed that he had earned enough money and transferred all of his businesses. Then, he had established this Patriotic Charity Foundation and started to specialize in charity. Someone once said that almost everyone in Yue Nan City had directly or indirectly received help from Xie Aiguo. The amount of money he had donated over the years had already exceeded one billion. In Yue Nan City, Xie Aiguo's reputation as the best person was well deserved.
In Yue Nan City, everyone said that Xie Aiguo was a good person, a good person. In this day and age, such a good person was really rare. Many people would occasionally do good deeds, but it was really difficult to persevere in doing good deeds for ten years. There was a saying that it was not difficult to be a good person, but difficult to be a good person for a lifetime.
Before today, Zhang Zhengyi had also thought that Xie Aiguo was a good person. It wasn't until noon when Cheng Ling said those words that he realized that things might not be as simple as they seemed.
This afternoon, Zhang Zhengyi once again combed through the information he had investigated before. Then, he found something that he had overlooked before.
Six years ago, Xie Aiguo donated to a certain school, and Cheng Ling was a teacher at that school. During the donation process, Cheng Ling and Xie Aiguo had direct contact.
Five years ago, Cheng Ling's husband and son died in a car accident. Then, Xie Aiguo donated a million to Cheng Ling.
Four years ago, Cheng Ling entered the Patriotic Charity Foundation and became an employee of the foundation. It was said that she was grateful for the help the Patriotic Charity Foundation had given her, but there was an undeniable fact that since then, Cheng Ling had become an employee of Xie Aiguo's side.
Cheng Ling had told Zhang Zhengyi at noon that he had never thanked the person who donated to her. Perhaps that was because, in reality, it was not a single donation.
Zhang Zhengyi had also investigated a few donations. A few enterprises in Yue Nan City had donated a lot of money to the Patriotic Charity Foundation, and after careful inspection, the bosses of these enterprises had some connections with some of the things he had investigated before. These people had some sort of business dealings with the Hundred Flowers Tower that he had been investigating.
With his many years of professional sensitivity, Zhang Zhengyi had a conjecture that seemed inconceivable to others, but to him now, it was a reasonable conjecture. If Xie Aiguo was the real mastermind behind the Hundred Flowers Tower, if the donations received by Xie Aiguo's charity foundation were not actually donations, but the business income of the Hundred Flowers Tower, and if what Xie Aiguo gave Cheng Ling back then was not a donation, but the price at which Cheng Ling sold something, then all of this made sense!
However, this was still a guess. After all, he did not have any evidence, and Cheng Ling did not say it clearly, so he did not tell Xia Chen his name yet. He wanted to investigate it himself, and when the evidence was more sufficient, he would be able to tell Xia Chen, because he was afraid that he would make a mistake, and if he made a mistake and killed a true philanthropist, then he would not be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.
At this moment, a car stopped at the entrance of the Patriotic Building, causing Zhang Zhengyi to temporarily come back to his senses. When he saw the familiar figure walking out of the car, he couldn't help but frown. That person was Cheng Ling.
"What is Cheng Ling doing here at this time?" Zhang Zheng was a little confused. Looking at the lights on the fifth floor of the Patriotic Building that were still on, he secretly guessed, could it be that Xie Aiguo asked Cheng Ling to come?
Fifth floor of the Patriotic Building, the president's office.
Cheng Ling walked in and looked at the old man sitting on the boss's chair. She cursed the old bastard in her heart, but her face was filled with a sweet and charming smile. Her voice was also very sweet: "President, why are you looking for me so late at night?"
"In these five years, you've served me well. That's why I've given you more freedom." Although Xie Aiguo was already sixty years old, he seemed to be in good spirits and did not show any signs of aging. "Unfortunately, you forgot one thing."
Cheng Ling's expression changed slightly, but she immediately returned to normal. She still had a sweet smile on her face. "President, did you hear some gossip?"
"Cheng Ling, do you think I don't know about your little tricks?" Xie Aiguo shook his head, "I know about you drinking coffee with Tian Bo Feng, and I also know about you eating with that reporter today. I know everything you have done, and you still don't understand. You are just a canary, and you are always in a cage. I have given you some freedom, but I have only made a bigger cage for you."
Cheng Ling's face immediately turned pale. She finally realized that she might have underestimated this old bastard.
"Little Four, come out." Xie Aiguo calmly shouted again. Then, a tall man in black appeared in the office.
"What do you want to do?" Cheng Ling finally stopped laughing. She looked at Xie Aiguo angrily.
"Little Four, get rid of her." Xie Aiguo waved his hand and said lightly.
Cheng Ling suddenly laughed maniacally, "Hahahaha …" Old bastard, do you really think Fourth Brother will listen to you? Fourth Brother, kill this old bastard! "
The man in black suddenly moved, but he did not pounce towards Xie Aiguo as Cheng Ling had thought. Instead, he took a step in front of Cheng Ling and grabbed her neck.
"Ugh …" Fourth Brother, you … "Cheng Ling looked at the man in black in disbelief. She could not understand how things had completely gotten out of her control.
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