The president is committing suicide

Ding Jiaying saw Shen Cong who was still waiting for her, but she was really tired today.

Of course, I still feel a little guilty. It's not right that the hatred that had always existed in me disappeared.

It was impossible to pretend not to see him. After all, Shen Cong was standing there with his eyes wide open.

Ding Jiaying greeted them hurriedly and ran upstairs.

Shen Cong held the corner of a book and casually invited her to eat something before going upstairs, but was ruthlessly rejected.

"I've already eaten a lot, and I have a lot of things to deal with tomorrow, so I won't eat anymore. You should go to bed early too."

Shen Cong did not follow him, nor did he say anything. He sat on the sofa for a while and then went to the study.

"Mr. Shen, I'm here." Luo Yan's voice was trying hard to suppress fatigue.

When it's late at night and everything is quiet, it's a great time to work.

If my boss doesn't sleep, I won't sleep either, only then can I justify him paying my taxes.

You have to recite this curse to yourself three times silently so that you can start working again after your just relaxed brain.

Shen Cong stood in front of the window with his back to the desk, looking out with a cold look in his eyes.

The ashtray was already full of cigarette butts, and the smoke made him cough uncontrollably.

"Boss Shen, are you feeling unwell?"

Shen Cong ignored the question: "What did you find out?"

Luo Yan came back to his senses instantly, his professionalism making his brain work at full capacity.

"We didn't buy his photos, so he sold them to a few small media outlets. He was just talking big just to make a little money. There was someone behind the scenes fanning the flames for the story to become so popular, but it wasn't his wish. He even called to explain himself."

The red dots on Shen Cong's fingertips were bright and dim, and the heat and the swirling smoke made him unhappy: "What a coward."

It was rare to hear Mr. Shen scold someone so bluntly and vulgarly, Luo Yan didn't dare to say anything.

A small reporter took some scraps of footage and then exaggerated it in a pretentious way, just to make it mysterious and sell it for a good price.

Shen Cong won’t buy it here, and it’s impossible to take any extraordinary photos later, so he can’t sell it at a high price.

The rumors during this period have been spread back and forth based on these two pictures. These groundless rumors should die down soon.

It's been going on for so long, it's definitely not something he can control anymore.

What is the purpose? What is the desire?

Everyone knows that touching Shen Cong will not end well.

"The flow of funds was indeed very covert. The transfers to several media organizations went through several hands, and they were very careful. The other party was obviously well prepared."

Luo Yan also lamented at the courage of these people, and at the same time he became worried. Those who were determined to go against Shen Cong must have some strength.

"That means you haven't found the other person yet. What do you mean by finding out? Huh?" Shen Cong was very unhappy, or at least in a bad mood.

Luo Yan felt a chill on his back: "Although the financial tracking is not very good, the timid photographer also provided another clue. That is, he is not the only one following and photographing you. And..."

"Why are you hesitating?" Shen Cong's patience was limited.

"Several other people have received similar photos. One of them is more secretive in his shooting. The range of people he shoots is relatively small, only two people. In the past month, he has only followed and photographed one person. It's... it's Madam."

The air around Shen Cong suddenly became colder than the moonlight. He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said, "Continue."

"This person is very tight-lipped. Either he was coerced or he was paid well."

"Where is he now?"

"It's under control. Please stay at the hotel. We have taken away his filming equipment and communication devices. We plan to investigate slowly."

"Check slowly?" Shen Cong snorted.

“We speed up the process.”

Shen Cong said softly: "Let him go and let Xiu San take over."

Luo Yan immediately got to work.

Pulling someone out of bed in the middle of the night and throwing him into a remote wilderness with no village or shop nearby was already his greatest mercy.

It should be noted that according to convention, it is thrown into the mudflats of the East China Sea and left to be washed away by the sea water.

All I can say is wish you good luck.

Shen Cong did not sleep all night, and received Xiu San's message when it was dawn.

The name was too familiar, and it made him feel murderous.

Chen Mi, who was sleeping soundly, was unaware of the approaching danger.

I hadn't seen my parents for many years, so I felt a little awkward when we first met.

The mother cried and the atmosphere suddenly became softer.

My father's expression was no longer as resolute and ruthless as it had been before. The white hair at his temples and the wrinkles in his eyes showed that he was helpless.

"After so many years, she is doing well. From time to time, I can see in the news that her husband has made new achievements. And I don't even know where my son is."

The stubborn father hated him for abandoning his parents and career to run away for a woman. He also threatened that he would never recognize this son again and told him not to come back if he had the guts.

But blood ties cannot be severed easily. As time goes by, the feeling of regret is like an ant gnawing at the ruthless dam that you have built.

Chen Mi was not a heartless person. What Yinglang's tough father said at that time was just to make him stay and not leave again.

If he had brothers and sisters, he probably wouldn't be so soft-hearted. After all, he was the only child in the family, so how could there be hatred that would last for thousands of years?

He couldn't hate her anyway.

The next day, he wanted to look for Ding Jiaying, but when he got downstairs he saw a person who looked completely different from the one he knew.

"Why are you here?"

Shen Cong appeared at the perfect time. He saw him just as he parked his car and got out.

"Are you following me?"

Chen Mi quickly calmed down.

Shen Cong looked him up and down: "You don't seem to be in better shape than before, why are you looking for a beating?"

"I have an appointment with Aying, you'd better get out of the way." Chen Mi knew that he was a ruthless person, and his expression didn't show that he would show mercy.

Although it was rush hour, the place was still some distance from the elevator and there were almost no people.

It was difficult for him to call for help.

It would be fine if Ding Jiaying wasn't mentioned, but when he thought about how there had always been a distance between him and her recently, and the distance between them had been fluctuating, Shen Cong couldn't hide the hostility between his brows.

Chen Mi felt as if a huge, dense net was slowly covering his head.

I don’t know when, a few men in black appeared nearby, all with expressionless poker faces.

With such a big scene, I guess the surveillance cameras can’t capture the scene here.

Chen Mi took off his suit jacket, folded it on the hood, and slowly unbuttoned his cuffs and collar.

"Look to the left." Shen Cong's voice and fist came at the same time.

The sound of the fist hitting the bone made Chen Mi's head buzz, and the pain almost made his brain shut down.

"Look to the right."

Chen Mi wanted to raise his hands to protect his head, but the movement seemed to be slowed down in Shen Cong's eyes.

Two punches made Chen Mi lose his mind.

It turned out that he had shown some mercy last time.

Unfortunately, Chen Mi's belated realization could not bring him any benefits.