As the saying goes, you won't die if you don't court death. She would occasionally break the traffic rules when she drove, but most of the time, she still followed the rules. However, at this moment, she had drunk a few glasses of wine at the banquet, and she was furious. She stepped on the accelerator crazily and sped on the street without looking at the traffic lights.
The traffic in Beijing was no longer congested on New Year's Eve. There were few cars on the street, which made it convenient for her to speed.
In the end, it was a tragedy. An Audi A8 came towards her. She didn't know if it was in a hurry to go home for the New Year, but it drove very fast and didn't follow the traffic rules either.
Screech!
There was a sudden braking sound, and a deep tire mark was left on the ground. However, it didn't prevent the two cars from colliding head-on.
With a violent crash, the extremely fast Mercedes-Benz RV lost its center of gravity and soared into the air. After a 360-degree rapid rotation in the air, it directly left the main road, smashed the tall billboard on the side of the road, and fell heavily to the ground.
The Audi A8 was in a worse state. It made a 360-degree turn in the air and fell on the road. The whole car was about to fall apart. The front of the car was dented, and the hood was twisted, revealing the "car intestines" that were still steaming. The driver was probably dead.
Mystery was in a Toyota Camry without a license plate, which had been following Su Wanyu since they left the Su Family. Mystery looked at the scene in a daze. Her mouth was so wide open that a duck egg could be stuffed in it. It seemed that she didn't have to do it herself. Heaven had killed the bitch who dared to hate her godmother.
"This is what it means to be forgiven for a sin committed by the heavens, but a sin committed by oneself is the hardest to bear. She dared to disrespect my godmother. Even Heaven can't stand it."
Mystery spat and took out her precious phone slowly. She thought for a while and dialed a number. "Hello, 119? I saw a serious traffic accident here. "
"What? You don't care about traffic accidents? Who will care about it if you don't care? Don't you want to call the police? "
In the next moment, Shroud shouted in exasperation.
"What? You are the fire department? Then I didn't call the wrong number. The two cars are smoking and are about to catch fire. "
"What? You don't care about catching fire? Then why are you guys acting as firefighters? "
"Okay, okay, I got it. Isn't it just calling 120?"
"What? Not 120? Then how many? 110? "
“122？ Isn't it the same as 120? Alright, I got it. You're so long-winded. If you delay the rescue, I'll definitely complain about you. "
…
In a certain fire station in Beijing, an operator who was watching the Spring Festival Gala in the duty room on New Year's Eve hung up the phone angrily. Rubbing his face that was stiff because of the smile service, he angrily scolded, "Where did this bumpkin come from? He can't even distinguish 119 and 122 … Uh, and 110 and 120. He even wants to complain about me. He's really a lunatic, delaying me from watching my purple goddess's show."
He hurriedly picked up the remote control and turned up the volume. Unfortunately, he just happened to see Song Ziyi bowing slightly and leaving the stage. The face of the show host appeared on the screen. He was so angry that he wailed and slumped on the duty chair like a deflated balloon. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Ah! Damn psychopath, how dare you disturb me from watching Purple Dress Goddess' show. It's best if you have the guts to come to the fire station and complain about me. I will definitely beat you up until you look for your teeth all over the floor. "
…
In the Zhao Family's mansion.
Zhao Tiankai, who had gray hair and seemed to have aged dozens of years, stood at the door and looked at his watch from time to time. He stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance with an anxious look.
"Third Uncle, it's still some distance from the detention center to our Zhao Family. It won't be so fast. It's so cold outside and you haven't been feeling well recently. Why don't you go in first? I'll wait for Zifeng here."
A rather handsome, gentle, and elegant young man next to Zhao Tiankai said with concern as he rubbed his almost frozen hands.
"It's okay. I can hold on. Zijun, I'm really sorry to trouble you this time."
Zhao Tiankai looked at Zhao Zijun and thanked him sincerely.
"Third Uncle, we are a family. You don't have to be so polite to me. Unfortunately, my ability is limited and I can only let Zifeng come back for the New Year. The matter of Blue Water Green Mountain Club is too big. No one dares to interfere. I hope Third Uncle can understand."
Zhao Zijun said apologetically.
"I understand, Third Uncle can understand. I'm very satisfied that you can let Zifeng come back for the New Year."
Zhao Tiankai said hurriedly with a flattering expression on his face. He was no longer as high-spirited and arrogant as before.
This short period of time was too torturous for him. When the shooting case in Shengzeyuan gradually subsided, the Zhao Family had tried to get Zhao Zifeng out through secret operations. Unexpectedly, the Blue Water Green Mountain Club had an accident because of a fire, which also caused a great earthquake in the officialdom. Many high-ranking officials and nobles were arrested because of this, and Zhao Zifeng, the person in charge, was involved. From the moment he was about to regain his freedom, he was beaten into the abyss again. It was a question whether he could come out in this life.
The recent situation of the Zhao Family was also very bad, which led to the arrest of a large number of members of the Green Mountain Club. The families of those rich businessmen were a little better, for they couldn't do anything to the Zhao Family even if they resented the Zhao Family. However, the arrested officials were different, for each of them had their own connections and interest networks.
Their fall had affected the nerves of these people. Although they did not dare to openly deal with the Zhao family at this critical juncture, they did not stop secretly causing trouble for the Zhao family. During this period of time, the Zhao family was in a terrible predicament. Even some of the grand families that had reached a strategic alliance with them began to gradually distance themselves from them.
The Zhao Family didn't have a good time. Zhao Zifeng, the main culprit, was locked in the detention center waiting for trial. In addition, Zhao Tiankai had always been arrogant and domineering because of Zhao Zifeng's identity as the heir of the family, so the other branches of the Zhao Family had always been angry with him. Naturally, the Zhao Family vented their resentment on Zhao Tiankai.
Though they didn't do anything to him, the sarcastic remarks behind his back and even the sarcastic remarks in front of him were not uncommon. Zhao Tiankai, who was already suffering because of his love for his son, felt even more exhausted. In just a few months, he seemed to have aged a few decades, and his hair had all turned white.
The saying that the rich and powerful had no family ties was not just a saying. He knew that his second brother, Zhao Tianfang, was in a high position and would never interfere with this extremely sensitive case for the sake of his official career.
It was easy to add flowers to a brocade, but difficult to provide charcoal in snowy weather.
With his high status, he would only give a helping hand when it didn't affect his own interests. It was impossible for him to go against the current and gamble on his own future and destiny.
Therefore, Zhao Tiankai had to turn to his son, Zhao Zijun. Even if he couldn't get Zhao Zifeng out of prison, it would be good to let him come out and celebrate the New Year with his family.
Although he paid a high price of one percent of the family shares for this, for him, it was worth it to let his son come home for the New Year. He was also grateful to Zhao Zijun from the bottom of his heart.
Zhao Zijun gave a hollow laugh, but a touch of complacency flashed in his eyes. Thinking of the shares that were about to be in his hands, his heart was burning.
Using some of his father's connections to let Zhao Zifeng come back for the New Year, he could get one percent of the family shares. This deal was extremely cost-effective for him.
One percent of the family shares sounded not much, but in fact, this one percent was an astronomical figure that ordinary people could only dream of in their lifetime. Every year, the dividends would be tens of millions. What about ten years? What about a hundred years? How much would it be?
It should be known that the family shares could be passed down from generation to generation. As long as one didn't make a mistake and the family shares were taken back, the family shares would always be under his name, passed on from son to grandson, and from grandson to great-grandson.
What was more, there were many people in the Zhao family. In the third generation, except for Zhao Zilong and Zhao Zifeng, who each had 0.5 percent of the shares, no one in the third generation was qualified to own the family shares.
These people only had an annual venture fund of five million yuan and a big red envelope from the elders at the end of the year. The amount of the red envelope was all up to the elders.
This was the annual pocket money of the third generation of the Zhao family. What could this amount of money do? Basically, it would be spent to keep a female star with a high social status.
Although the third generation of the Zhao family seemed to be well-off, in fact, they were very poor. That was why they used the name of the Zhao family to make money.
Therefore, in order to get the one percent of his third uncle's shares, Zhao Zijun hid it from his father and used his connections to help his third uncle this time.
In his opinion, it was not a big deal to go home for the New Year. It was just a small matter, and someone would naturally arrange everything.
As long as there were no accidents, after the New Year, he would send Zhao Zifeng back secretly. He would get the one percent of the shares. Even if his father found out, he would only say a few words at most. Maybe he would even praise him for doing a good job.
After all, his father didn't have a lot of family shares in his hands. He wasn't that rich. Sometimes, his mother liked some luxury goods, but his father was short of money. This caused the old couple to often argue about this.
But after he got the one percent of the family shares, everything was different. His father couldn't bear to buy the luxury goods that his mother liked. As a son, he could spend it generously and buy it.
Thinking about the scene of his mother happily hugging him and praising him for being filial, Zhao Zijun's face revealed a satisfied smile. It wasn't that he was filial, but his mother had always spoiled him. Every time he got into trouble and his father got angry, it was his mother who protected him.
And his father was a bit henpecked. As long as he could make his mother happy, he wouldn't be afraid of his father scolding him if he got into trouble again.
Well, it was tens of millions of yuan a year. His mother couldn't spend it all. The remaining money could totally support a star to play with.
In the past, he was envious of the childes in the circle who supported a C-list star and showed her around. Unfortunately, he was short of money and could only pretend to be dismissive.
But now it was different. He had money. No matter what, he had to have a second-tier, no, at least a first-tier female star to play with. Otherwise, how could he live up to his identity as Childe Jun?
Ring, ring!
Just as Zhao Zijun was happily thinking about which female star he could keep as a mistress to set off his identity, the urgent ringtone of his phone rang, causing him to shiver all over and subconsciously take out his phone.
"Hello!"
Hearing the voice of Zhao Tiankai answering the phone, Zhao Zijun couldn't help laughing. He was too excited. It was not his phone.
When he was about to put the phone back in his pocket, his mobile phone suddenly rang. Looking at the number, Zhao Zijun smiled proudly. It was the director of the detention center, Wang.
It seemed that the director should be arriving soon. Immediately, he answered the phone proudly, "Hello, Director Wang, where are you?"
"Childe Jun, our car had a car accident on the way. I was lucky and only slightly injured, but Childe Zifeng … Childe Zifeng unfortunately died on the spot. Once this matter is exposed, I will be finished. Childe Jun, you must help me …"
Director Wang's cry came from the phone, which made Zhao Zijun feel like being struck by lightning. His face instantly turned pale. With a clatter, the phone fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
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