real fake

Especially now that the renovation alone cost 100 million yuan, only 50 yuan is left. With the extra 200 million yuan, I will have a lot of money on hand, and I will have confidence in future recruitment and the like.

It's just... thinking of Song Fengyi gives me a headache, and I wish I could get as far away from her as possible.

Moreover, she has plenty of money. According to Tang Yong, Mr. Song gave Song Fengyi 40.00% of the family shares, and let her and Song Ruolan's father jointly manage the family company. With the power in hand, will she be short of money?Would she lose 500% of the company's total investment of only 5.00 million?

The 200 million yuan is like she is helping me indirectly, and I owe her a favor again.I really don't know what she was thinking, she insisted on getting involved.

Shaking my head helplessly, I walked out of the lobby of the villa. Before I could leave the yard, Zhong Lingxiu shouted upstairs again: "By the way, I ordered some furniture for NO.19, come and help me move it."

"Furniture? Since they will send the furniture over, they should help you move it up."

"I don't want them to go up to the second floor."

"..." I could only agree.

Back in the dormitory, I started to write the application form for the establishment of a Chinese medical center. After filling it out, I found Zhong Lingxiu and asked her to write down her own information, and by the way, Song Fengyi's.I found that Song Fengyi's participation in the company not only solved the funding problem, but also had greater benefits.

With her reputation in Shanghai, no, notoriety, with her notoriety, if she is a shareholder in the company, I don't think many guys would dare to come to the TCM clinic to make trouble, right?

Could this be the reason why Song Fengyi took the initiative to buy shares?It's as if it's a town, she's helping me.

Zhong Lingxiu is a famous doctor. Indeed, many people want to flatter her, but flattery is one thing. If it really endangers the interests of others, she is not a local after all, but a foreigner, and others will still choose to deal with her.

If there was someone like Song Fengyi around, others would have to weigh it up if they wanted to make up their minds.

Of course, with Song Fengyi covering her, it is not absolutely safe, and it is impossible to walk sideways in Shanghai.She used to beat those sons and brothers violently, and it was just a beating, and others would not care about it because of Mr. Song's face.But you must not go too far. If you really beat someone to death, or endangered the interests of other people's families, will others still swallow it?

will not!

If Mr. Song falls, the Song family may decline even more.Song Fengyi's notoriety may not last long, because Mr. Song is getting old after all.

It's just that these are still far away from me. Even if Mr. Song falls, it won't have any impact on me at the moment. After all, I don't rely on him to survive.

On the third day after I handed over the application form to Zhong Lingxiu, she said that the application had been submitted, and that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Food and Drug Administration would also need to approve it, and it might take some time.

However, less than a week after the submission, the approval documents came down, which was unbelievably fast.

I went to the store to check the progress of the decoration, and it was only half finished. With this progress, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with it on New Year's Day.I can only settle down and continue to run to the woods to exercise.

On the morning of December 26th, when I was running back to the dormitory, Tang Yong told me the shocking news that Zhang Xingchen died in the ditch behind the Royal Club nightclub.The time of his death was around three o'clock in the morning, and he was not found until it was almost six o'clock when the sky was bright.

This news caught me by surprise.

How did Zhang Xingchen die?Why was the body thrown on Brother Xu's territory?Who did it?

A series of questions came out of my mind, at the same time, Song Fengyi also called me to question me, asking if I did this, even if I quarreled with Zhang Xingchen and the others, it would not be fatal.If it was really me who did it, then she will be wrong about me and won't help me anymore.

Of course I said no, I was boxing in the woods last night, and after the boxing, I went back to the dormitory without going anywhere.

"Really?" Song Fengyi still didn't believe it.

"Sister Yi, do you think Zhang Xingchen is dead now, is it good for me? And he died on the territory of Xu. I just told Xu that well water does not violate river water. I would be stupid enough to offend him again." What's more, even if I wanted to kill Zhang Xingchen, I would definitely not throw the body behind the nightclub surnamed Xu, I would definitely kill and destroy the body." I explained.

"What you said is also reasonable, but you are the most suspicious. I guess the Zhang family will not let you go."

"The police have come." I sighed, because I was standing at the door of the dormitory, and I saw four policemen coming from the stairs, and they should have come to arrest me.

"Go with them, but don't hang up the phone." Song Fengyi reminded.

"Okay!" I replied, and immediately put the phone in my pocket.

"Now we suspect that you are related to a murder case. Come back with us and cooperate with the investigation." A policeman directly took out the handcuffs.

"I'll go with you." I don't want to be handcuffed by those cold handcuffs.

After thinking for a while, the four policemen led me out of the dormitory one after the other.

Chapter Table of Contents Chapter 734 I owe a favor again

Sitting in the interrogation room of the Yangpu District Bureau, the police began to question him.

"Name?"

"Li Changshun!"

"Age, occupation!"

"21, student!"

"Have you ever left a record before?"

"No, I'm a good student." I replied seriously.

In the past, I had killed many people by hand, and I was also sued by many people, but Xu Jie helped me handle several cases, and I did not leave a criminal record.Of course, when I was in Xiamen and Jeonju, everyone on the road knew what I did.But knowing it is one thing, and keeping a record in the public security system is another.

My background is still clean up to now.

"Don't tell me honestly, do you think we can't find out?" The policeman narrowed his eyes.

"You can go and check, if there is no one, it is not." I replied.

"boom!"

The policeman slapped the table, "You killed Mr. Zhang, do you really think you can hide it?"

"I have some grievances with Zhang Xingchen. If we go to investigate, we can know what happened. To be honest, he suffered a disadvantage in my hands, not because I suffered a disadvantage in his hands, so I have no reason to kill him. On the contrary It is he who has more motives to kill me for revenge, I hope you can investigate clearly." I explained.

"Aren't you willing to tell the truth? Then I'm afraid you will suffer a little bit. I believe that as long as you suffer a little bit, you will confess."

"Then you are extorting a confession by torture. I need to contact a lawyer."

"Here, there is no lawyer for you now. If you kill Mr. Zhang, no one will come to rescue you." The policeman sneered and waved his hand. Two policemen next to him came over with handcuffs and handcuffed me anyway. Counterattack, counterattack in the district bureau, it will suffer a big loss.

"First handcuffed, handed over the wallet and communication tools, and temporarily detained." The policeman opposite me stood up, put his hands on the table, bent down, and said condescendingly: "Now I give you 10 minutes to consider whether you want to explain. "

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the interrogation room.

The other two policemen asked me to stand up and face the wall, and they wanted to search me.In fact, they were watching closely all the way, and I didn't have a chance to call the lawyer, but I didn't hang up the phone with Song Fengyi all the way, until I walked into the interrogation room, I quietly hung up the phone.

Now they have seized my wallet and mobile phone and left me alone in the interrogation room.

The policeman who interrogated me walked out of the interrogation room and came to the outside room, which was just a wall away from me, and it was a one-way mirror. Here, Zhang Xingchen's father, Zhang Kaicheng, had been staring coldly.

"Mr. Zhang, this kid really has no criminal record, and he seems to be a veteran of interrogation. He is very cunning. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to explain. Do you want to use some tricks?" the policeman said respectfully.

"I want to speak to him alone."

"Yes!" The policeman nodded.