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The elevator reached the floor with a ding, and the elevator doors opened to both sides. Wen Changrong finished the chat with the nurse, and lightly pulled the hand of Qiao Xing who had been watching the display beside him, "Let's go."

"...Oh!" Qiao Xing withdrew his thoughts, and got off the elevator in the direction guided by the man.

The nurse's eyes fell on the overlapping palms of the two, and she seemed to understand something, with a slightly surprised expression on her face.

The elevator door closed, and the nurse's surprised expression disappeared. Qiao Xing looked away, but Wen Changrong didn't care about the nurse at all, and just walked straight to the nurse's desk: "Hello, where is Nurse Xu?"

"What do you want from her?" The nurse on duty raised her head and looked at the man.

"Private matters." Wen Changrong said the name of the last company where Secretary Xu worked in the information he checked earlier, "I am the person in charge of Company A, and I haven't explained something clearly. Come and ask her."

The nurse on duty looked at the man for a while, probably seeing that Wen Changrong was well-dressed, so she replied, "That ward at the end of the corridor."

"Okay, thank you." Wen Changrong thanked him, and took Qiao Xing there.

Most private hospitals are expensive, so there are one-on-one services for patients and nurses. When the two came to the door, Qiao Xing saw a familiar face through the glass door.

After so many years, Secretary Xu looked much older.

"Hello?" Secretary Xu quickly opened the door and looked at the two of them inexplicably, "What's the matter?"

Secretary Xu kept looking around the two of them, but she didn't express much. Obviously, she no longer recognized Qiao Xing.

"I'm the person in charge of Company A, and I'm unclear about the handover of information, can I borrow a word?" Wen Changrong used the reason just now.

"I've finished handing over the materials..." Secretary Xu was a little puzzled, but still walked out of the ward.

Wen Changrong led Secretary Xu to the side. Secretary Xu leaned against the wall, Qiao Xing stood in front, and Wen Changrong stood in the direction of the ward door.

"This is Qiao Xing." Wen Changrong pointed at Qiao Xing straight to the point without any inkling, "Miss Xu, do you remember who it is?"

When Secretary Xu heard the name, his face changed drastically. He glanced at Qiao Xing in horror, and turned his head to go back to the ward, but Wen Changrong blocked the way.

"You...what are you doing?" Secretary Xu didn't dare to look at Qiao Xing, but only looked at Wen Changrong, "I'm going to call the security guard!"

"We didn't say anything, why are you panicking?" Wen Changrong looked calm.

"I..." Seeing that he couldn't leave, Secretary Xu looked between the two of them again and again, and raised his voice, "Security..."

"Aren't you afraid that we'll tell the people in the hospital about taking indecent photos of you and blackmailing you?" Wen Changrong said.

"..." Secretary Xu suddenly fell silent.

"You tell us the ins and outs of the year, and we can do your business..."

"Are you going to beat me up?" Secretary Xu was talking about you, but Qiao Xing was looking at him, "Then you guys beat me up, or other ways to relieve anger are fine, whatever you want."

"..."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know anything." After saying this, Secretary Xu tightly closed his mouth, looking down at the ground in front of him, as if he didn't want to speak.

Later, Qiao Xing and Wen Changrong tried to say a few more words, but Secretary Xu just bit his lips tightly and remained silent, as if he had made up his mind not to speak.

In this way, Qiao Xing felt that this person was really difficult to deal with, but Wen Changrong didn't ask any more questions, and just pulled Qiao Xing and said to go first.

……

When the two returned to the car, Qiao Xing shook off the complicated thoughts in his mind and asked Wen Changrong, "What should we do next? Secretary Xu doesn't seem to plan to say anything at all."

"It's okay," Wen Changrong replied, "The purpose of coming to see Secretary Xu today was not to ask her to explain the facts, but to see how she reacts to you."

"Reaction to me?"

"Afterwards, we will file a lawsuit with that Ms. Li who blackmailed you, and your aunt." Wen Changrong looked at him and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the compensation for the car accident that year was paid by my aunt to pay employees' wages." In the name of... all of them have been released, right?"

"..." Qiao Xing was silent for a while, then replied, "Yes."

"Your company is not big, and the salary of employees cannot reach 100 million. This... I think you know."

"Yeah." Of course Qiao Xing knew.

But so what if he knew, he was still young when his parents got into a car accident, so it could be said that he was a blank piece of paper. The court ruled that the compensation should be given priority to solve the company's debt problem. Of course, he had to follow suit. , How to collude with high-level officials to produce fake evidence... etc. At that time, he was powerless to stop, let alone distinguish.

The man's eyes fell on his face, seeing that the corners of Qiao Xing's eyes drooped slightly, he seemed a little sad.

Wen Changrong pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something comforting, but in the end he didn't say it, he just said: "It's okay, just take advantage of this incident and get back the original together."

"……Um."

"In the future...you try to tell me what you have to do, and don't keep it a secret like this incident."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't speak.

Wen Changrong looked at Qiao Xing, then returned to the previous topic and said, "Secretary Xu's behavior just now is obviously ashamed of you. When the time comes to file a lawsuit, her attitude will be very helpful to win or lose the lawsuit."

"Ah."

"Let's go to the East Road now," Wen Changrong told the driver, and then asked Qiao Xing, "Is there a bridge over there?"

"Yeah." After Qiao Xing answered, he asked, "Why are you going there? The bridge on the East Road is full of homeless people..."

"Secretary Xu's ex-husband is over there."

"?"

"Yesterday, the woman said that Secretary Xu and Ms. Li were not on the same page. I looked at it today. Secretary Xu is so guilty. She is indeed not the same as that Ms. Li. She should not be the kind of person who was born with evil intentions."

"But she did..."

"Of course, this kind of honest person will make mistakes, if the situation is extreme." Wen Changrong clicked on the text message on his mobile phone and handed it to Qiao Xing. "So I asked someone to check the financial situation of her and her family yesterday."

Qiao Xing looked down at the phone screen, and saw the information of a bald man written in the text message: Zhang San, Secretary Xu's ex-husband, credit blacklist, three times in the detention center because of gambling, a well-known local old man.

"... Her husband is a gambler?"

"En." Wen Changrong clicked on the second text message, "I asked someone to check it out. If Secretary Xu took the photo in July, it just so happened that in July of that year, her husband's creditors came to the door. I also reported to the police three times, and I must have been forced."

"..." Qiao Xing flipped through the text message, and it was true.In this way, Secretary Xu cooperated with Ms. Li out of desperation to blackmail her.

"But they're all divorced, why are you looking for this ex-husband?" Qiao Xing asked.

"Ask him to make a call for us."

……

Wen Changrong was in a mess emotionally, but he acted swiftly and resolutely when doing this kind of serious business.

Qiao Xing originally thought that he would have to waste a lot of time looking for Zhang San, but when he arrived at the location, he saw that Zhang San was already surrounded by four men at the corner of the arch bridge. Wen Changrong's car stopped, and four men who looked like thugs had already walked up.

"Boss Wen?"

"Ah."

In this way, the four men moved out of the way, Wen Changrong got out of the car, and Zhang San couldn't wait to come over.

"I told them about my wife yesterday, but I don't know." Zhang San said, "You said that if you ask me to make a call for you, you will pay me 50 yuan. Is it true?"

"Yeah." Wen Changrong nodded, "One more thing, give me all your wife's old mobile phones at home."

"Yes." Zhang San stretched out his palm with two missing fingers, "Who are you calling?"

Wen Changrong gave Ms. Li her phone number.

Wen Changrong was outside the car, but Qiao Xing was sitting in the car, and the driver deliberately locked the doors and rolled up the windows, looking like he was guarding against something.

Qiao Xing saw through the glass that in addition to Zhang San, there were several groups of people squatting on the bridge, each group had about five people, and these people were all looking at Wen Changrong's side as if nothing, and they were all wearing loose clothes. trousers, with a short dagger visible at the waist.

Such loose trousers have long been outdated in this era, and Qiao Xing instantly thought of the favorite trick of those gangsters in junior high school - hiding control knives in loose trousers.

Qiao Xing knew exactly what the dirty people in this place looked like, so he immediately thought of something, and hurriedly called the driver: "Open the door, those people outside..."

"It's okay." The driver seemed to have expected it, and pointed to the other end of the bridge, "Mr. Wen's people are over there."

Qiao Xing looked over as he said, and saw several men in casual clothes standing at the other end of the bridge. These men were obviously much stronger than the group squatting at the end of the bridge, and one side of their clothes was raised high, revealing their waists butt.

"Regular bodyguards carry guns. This is a deterrent." The driver said, "Our people also bring other equipment. They really can't get any cheap. If it doesn't work, we can still shoot."

"..." It turned out that Wen Changrong had already thought of it.

Qiao Xing heaved a sigh of relief, and his eyes fell on the tall man's back—do you think this man is strange, as long as it has anything to do with feelings, he is a bunch of muddleheaded, but in this kind of matter, he is extremely thoughtful.

Qiao Xing was waiting in the car, and Zhang San had already understood what Wen Changrong meant. The man plugged the screen recording device into his mobile phone, pressed the record button, and Zhang San dialed the phone.

The purpose of Wen Changrong's phone call was very simple, to defraud that Miss Li. Just in case, the man gave Zhang San a piece of paper with his 'lines' written on it.

"Hello," the phone was connected, and Zhang San acted without a teacher, "Mr. Li, right?"

"You are?" Zhang San's voice sounded distasteful, and Ms. Li was obviously very jealous.

"Xiao Xu's ex-husband, you know," Zhang San said, "someone came to me for the shitty things you did with my wife..."

"..." Ms. Li didn't speak, but hearing the rapid breathing, she was obviously nervous.

"I won't talk about how much money you extorted in this matter. The boss also spent a lot of money this time, looking for evidence of that incident everywhere," Zhang San said, "Do you know the evidence? My wife's things I can take whatever I want."

"..."

"If you want me to hide this matter for you..." Zhang San said, "Give me 30."

"..."

"Don't talk? All right, then don't blame me for the big boss ruining you..." As he spoke, Zhang San took the phone away, as if he was about to hang up.

"Your wife...?!" Miss Li finally spoke out.

"I'll just ask you a word, will you give it?"

"...I haven't got the money yet, how can I give it to you?!"

"Ha ha……"

"Help me find a way," Ms. Li said, "I tried to post the photos several times, but I couldn't post them. You know a lot of people. Help me find out what's going on!"

"Let me tell you, that kid surnamed Qiao is now a star, and the thief has money. If you help me, you can get as much money as you want!"

After recording this sentence, Wen Changrong nodded to indicate that it was okay, and Zhang San immediately said perfunctorily: "Okay." With a sound, he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Changrong took the mobile phone and the instrument into the car, the driver opened the notebook to copy the data, and the man handed over the check that had already been drawn.

"It's half. Give me the other half, and I'll send you the money."

"Okay." Zhang San took the check and handed it over to the "brother thug" next to him, and said, "I'll get you the phone now."

"Ah."

Wen Changrong got off, turned around and got on the car.

The black Bentley was locked and drove away from the spot. The two gangs at the bridgehead and in the bridge gradually dispersed. Zhang San poked at the thug brother with an unconvinced look: "Why do you want to cooperate with him? I heard that woman It means that the person surnamed Joe blackmailed should be more than that."

"If extortion is really that easy, why has Li been extorting for so many years?" The thug cast a contemptuous glance at Zhang San, "Besides, you still don't know how the photo was taken? You said it yourself, it's the Li I went forward and took a snapshot. Even if this kind of photo is exposed, there are too many details to dig out. How many people believe it is a question.”

"Besides, Boss Wen brought back the Qiao family's child on purpose this time, and I'm afraid that's not the only thing they've investigated. Most likely, they don't like the fact that some of us have been sucking the child's blood, so come back and beat him up. The thug brother slapped Zhang San on the back of the head, "Go, steal the phone."

……

About an hour later, Zhang San brought over some old mobile phones. Because of their age, these mobile phones could not be turned on, so they had to be brought back to city A for repair.

The matter was almost finished, and Qiao Xing didn't bother to ask how to arrange the following things - anyway, Wen Changrong would always deal with it.

"Stay in County A for a few more days or go back?" Wen Changrong asked.

"..." Qiao Xing hesitated for a moment, his eyes fell on the narrow old road outside the window, "Go back."

"Well, let's go to Qianxun Pagoda to have a look at the end, shall we?"

"You still know Qianxun Pagoda?" Qiao Xing was surprised, "I remember that I didn't take you there before..."

"My mother used to be from County A." Wen Changrong said.

"……what?"

"But she has been away for many years, and I have never lived in County A." Wen Changrong said, "I came here seven years ago, and it was the first time I went back to my mother's hometown."

"Oh……"

"Although I know that your relatives treat you badly...but I don't know to this extent." Wen Changrong looked at him and said again, "You should have told me earlier."

……

After packing up their luggage, a group of people prepared to go to Qianxun Pagoda.

Before departure, Qiao Xing woke up a bit late, so he hurriedly washed up in the bathroom. Wen Changrong was waiting for him at the door. The fat assistant took this opportunity to touch the man's ear and whispered.

"Mr. Wen, did you use your strength in the wrong place?"

"what?"

"Look, Mr. Qiao doesn't seem to care about his father's affairs along the way. It's you who are running..."

Qiao Xing's walking steps stopped temporarily.

"I don't quite understand what you mean?" Wen Changrong said.

"Aren't you doing all these things to catch up with Mr. Qiao, but if Mr. Qiao doesn't care, then isn't it a white job?"

"...I didn't mean that."

"Uh???"

"I can't say why I did this, but I did it because I wanted to." Wen Changrong rubbed his forehead, "These are not important, so don't go into it..."

"Did you stay up late last night again, your body... well, let me tell you, when it comes to chasing a wife, you need to have a plan and a strategy..."

The fat assistant babbled, and Qiao Xing stood at the door of the bathroom and gently wiped his face.

The fat assistant said he didn't care about his father, which of course he didn't.

The reason why he seemed so careless was just because of a kind of inertia - he knew that Wen Changrong was serious, so he believed that Wen Changrong would help him solve it.

We have known each other for seven years, and Wen Changrong has dealt with many similar problems for him in terms of career and interpersonal relationships. He believes that Wen Changrong can do a good job, so he feels that there is no need to worry about it, so as not to waste energy.

"Qiao Xing," Wen Changrong called him, "Are you still okay?"

"……coming!"

******

The two went to the Qianxun Pagoda together, bought two sachets that were safe for all ages, and then the car detoured to the next county, took a long detour and flew back to City A.

Back then, Qiao Xing's family had a car accident on the way out of the city in County A, so Qiao Xing was very afraid of the road out of County A.

Qiao Xing didn't mention this back then, and Wen Changrong drove him back and was frightened by his stress reaction. Of course, he won't make the same mistake this time.

Arriving in City A, Wen's driver picked them up at the airport.

Of course, Qiao Xing would not go back to Wen's house, but got off the bus at the bus stop near the studio.

"Turn the corner and find a place to stop at the intersection over there." Wen Changrong said.

The driver didn't know, so he just stopped at the intersection over there as instructed. Wen Changrong got out of the car and stood in an inconspicuous position watching Qiao Xing over there.

I saw that instead of going to the studio, I went forward to take a taxi.

The taxi Qiao Xing made turned around and headed west.

"Where are you going, Mr. Qiao?" The fat assistant yawned and followed.

"...Wen Chang, let's go home."