The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

At Manzhe Miracle Headquarters, He Chongtian was sitting on a swivel chair in the living room, flipping through the documents Qi Yan had sent him to make decisions.

Ye Rong opened the door and came in, followed by the assistant serving coffee.

"Mr. He, good morning." Ye Rong sat two seats away from He Chongtian.

He Chongtian hummed, without raising his face. He didn't see the fierce look from yesterday, only calm indifference.

The sight of the crane rising into the sky and threatening Ye Rong last night was still vivid in my mind.

Ye Rong was not actually angry. It was normal for such a handsome, rich and powerful man to have a temper.

Ye Rong pushed the information in his hand in front of He Chongtian, "This is part of the records I found."

He Chongtian took it and opened the folder. The yellowed paper inside recorded a painting exhibition forty years ago.

It was funded by Manzhe Miracle and includes the works of many Manzhe painters at that time.

Among them are three paintings from the same series of paintings by Yuan Gong, "Covered Rainforest Night".

All paintings are recorded with photos, but the pixels are very low.

The exhibition was held in 1990, and Yuan Gongxian was diagnosed with cancer in 1993.

These three paintings are all realistic oil paintings of tropical scenery near Manzhe Township.

He Chongtian flipped through the information page by page, and a line of small words came into view.

After the exhibition, the "Covered Rainforest Night" series was auctioned by Pang Wenkui, chairman of Qinglong Group, for a high price of 100,000 yuan.

Pang Wenkui and Yuan Gongxian had intersections.

One hundred thousand yuan in the 1990s was not a small amount, and those three paintings were not worth that price.

Is Pang Wenkui interested in making friends?

"Mr. He, I'm still looking for more information, it should be more than this." Ye Rong said.

"Have you found Yuan Gongxian's photo?"

Ye Rong: "I haven't found it yet. I haven't found any specific information about this person either."

Yuan Gongxian's examination record at the hospital showed his residential address as the dormitory and factory building at the former site of Manzha Miracle.

At that time, Manzhe Miracle was not called Manzhe Miracle, but Manzhe Painting Township.

"Is there an old man who has worked for a long time in your company and knows him?" He Chongtian asked.

Ye Rong shook his head, "I asked this early this morning that all the old people who were at the same time as Yuan Gongxian have retired."

"You can't contact me now that you've retired?" He Chongtian asked.

Ye Rong stopped talking, "There has been a big change in our company. I came later, and Yuan Gongxian came before. There are very few people left from that group, and none of them can be contacted."

He Chongtian looked at Ye Rong with careful eyes, making sure that what she said was true or false.

Ye Rong smiled knowingly, "Mr. He, since I want to be your friend, I will naturally try my best to make things beautiful and won't hide anything."

She leaned back a little, "Also, Mr. He, you are a talented person, young and promising. I have admired your name for a long time and have deep respect for you. Please forgive me for any overstep."

She was referring to what happened last night.

He Chongtian didn't take it seriously. He didn't care what Ye Rong thought.

"I am an outsider and cannot interfere with your affairs with Miss Shen. Yesterday, I acted out of urgency because I was worried about you. I will be careful in the future."

"What does Chen Xiangyin want from you?" He Chongtian asked.

"Find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Our previous accountant, Li Hongyang, has retired."

"What does Chenxiang Yin want to do with him?"

"It was said that his temperament changed drastically and he died unexpectedly."

He Chongtian pondered for a moment, thinking of the milk tea guy, "Who was that employee at the restaurant yesterday?"

Ye Rong informed, "The accountant who came here is the apprentice brought out by the previous accountant Li Hongyang."

He Chongtian turned the cup in his hand, "If she asks you anything again, please cooperate."

Ye Rong nodded, "I understand. Because there was doubt about her identity before, I was afraid of bringing bad rumors to the company, so I had reservations. Knowing that she is your friend, I will naturally cooperate."

At this time, the assistant knocked on the door and came in, "Mr. Ye, the intern re-examination is in the last round. Do you want to go over and take a look?"

Ye Rong glanced at He Chongtian: "Is that Dao Wei also your friend?"

He Chongtian thought for a while, and Chen Xiangyin agreed to help the ghost old lady take care of Dao Wei until he settled down in Manzhe.

"Ah."

……

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Agarwood woke up from sleep.

Xuan Guo practices under the palm trees in the small courtyard.

"Xuan Guo." Chen Xiangyin opened the refrigerator in the open kitchen and took out a bottle of ice-cold sparkling water.

"I also want to go to the barbecue stall I went to last night. You wait for me here."

Xuan Guo slowly opened his eyes, "I'm not going?"

"It's hot outside." Chen Xiangyin pushed her fluffy hair back, "It's not a big deal, there's no need to go."

The apartment was quiet, Chen Xiang asked: "He Chongtian went out?"

Xuan Guo closed his eyes and practiced, his thoughts were not in the present moment. He roughly recalled He Chongtian's early morning practice and couldn't move his hands away. He answered Ye Rong's speaker phone and went out.

"Going to find the girl from yesterday."

Chen Xiang's eyes dimmed, "Oh."

……

Opposite the company's open-air parking lot, the barbecue stall business has begun to boom.

It was still bright, so Chen Xiangyin ordered a piece of fried rice and ate it slowly with the fan blowing on.

There is a primary school nearby, and it is the peak period after school.

Some adults picked up their children to have barbecue here, and there were also elementary school students passing by home, making it very noisy, screaming and fighting.

The boss put food on the table at the back and chatted: "My child will go to elementary school next year. According to the district, he is also at Jiangpan Elementary School. How are the teachers at this school?"

The guest drank an ice soda and patted the head of a primary school student next to him. "Good schools are now focusing on quality education. Jiangpan Primary School is sponsored by a company as big as Manzha Miracle. Its equipment and teachers are comparable to those in first-tier cities."

"Hahaha, that's right. We will cover all the miracles and not play low-end games. We can rest assured if we have Miracle Investment sponsors."

The next two people expressed some emotion, and the locals were full of praise for Manzhe Miracle Company.

Chen Xiangyin ate a little absent-mindedly, and the words of the ugly ghost last night rang faintly in his ears, saying that the scandal that covered the miracle had not been exposed yet.

What kind of scandal is it? Chen Xiangyin was a little worried, worried that the miracle of Manzha, which brought good things to the public, would fall from the altar.

That means that everything that everyone is proud of and even relies on for survival will undergo earth-shaking changes.

Just as I was thinking this, a beautiful sports car stopped on the side of the road, which was incompatible with the noisy urban environment around it.

Many people were attracted to look at it.

The owner of the barbecue restaurant was the first to speak out, "This is Mr. Xiaoye's car, right?"

Sure enough, the next second, the driver's window rolled down, and the beauty inside took off her sunglasses and smiled brightly at Agarwood.

"Ms. Shen, is it convenient for us to chat?"

Agarwood put down the orange-flavored glass bottle of soda, paid the bill, and got in the car.

The air-conditioning in the car was sufficient, Ye Rong was dressed appropriately and exquisitely, with long straight black hair and meticulous make-up on her face.

"So late after get off work?" Chen Xiang said politely.

It's already seven o'clock. Logically speaking, Manzha Miracle doesn't allow overtime work.

Ye Rong smiled helplessly and casually: "Yes, in our company, the general manager is the busiest at work and the last to get off work." In fact, it was to help He Daotian look through the information.

She breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the cigarette case on the storage basket, "Do you mind?"

"Give me one."

Two women were smoking cigarettes, and the window was open a small crack.

The car was very quiet, and there was an unknown undercurrent surging. Chen Xiangyin was looked at by Ye Rong sideways from time to time.

She was a little impatient, "What do you want to talk about?"

Ye Rong suddenly turned half of her face and whispered: "Miss Shen, Lao Li...has AIDS."