Rebirth of Atonement

Dong Zhihong, the CEO of Xindu Interactive Media, is a very conceited person.

Feng Zhe has met many people like this in the business field, many of them are really arrogant, and many of them are just bluffing.

Feng Zhe couldn't say which type Dong Zhihong belonged to. On the one hand, he dared to do anything for profit, even breaking the law and committing crimes. On the other hand, what he did was nothing more than To cover up his factual failure.

There is enough courage, but it is not used in the right way.

Feng Zhe also admitted that as a businessman, there are always some small tricks, but what Dong Zhihong did is no longer a small trick.

not to mention--

"Mr. Feng, I didn't prepare well to greet you." Dong Zhihong poured two glasses of red wine and handed one to Feng Zhe.

Feng Zhe took the wine glass, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the garden outside the French window.

After communicating on and off for a week, Feng Zhe finally stepped into Dong Zhihong's house as a slightly acquainted person.

And in this garden, Dong Zhihong's wife is buried.

"Does the wine taste okay?" Dong Zhihong sat down, crossed his legs, and swung the wine glass.He is obviously the financing party, but there is absolutely no sign of inferiority in his expression and behavior, and some are just overly domineering.

There is nothing unnatural in his expression, he is not afraid of others coming to this burial site, he can receive other people here calmly, and even live in this place with peace of mind every day, which is really creepy.

"The wine is very good." Feng Zhe said after taking a sip.

"Mr. Feng, I saw that you didn't bring your secretary or any documents. You don't want to discuss cooperation with me today, do you?" Dong Zhihong said.

"Today I don't intend to discuss business matters." Feng Zhe said.

"Then what is your purpose for coming here today?" Dong Zhihong asked.

"Mr. Dong, to tell you the truth, I appreciate your conduct and style, and I want to learn from you." Feng Zhe said.

"Does the young master of the Feng family need to learn from me?" Dong Zhihong sneered, mockingly.

"You also know that I am not the one who can make decisions in the Feng Clan now." Feng Zhe said.

"Sooner or later, the Feng family will belong to you. Could it be?" Dong Zhihong raised his eyebrows, "The young master of the Feng family can't wait to sit in that position?"

"People are not easily satisfied." Feng Zhe drank the red wine in the glass.

When Feng Zhe woke up, it was so dark that he could hardly see anything.

After his sight gradually adapted, he saw Dong Zhihong sitting on a chair in front of him, condescending.

And he was suspended by thick chains around his arms and ankles, kneeling and sitting on the cold ground.

The chaotic consciousness became clear——

It's that glass of wine.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up," Dong Zhihong nimbly played with a small knife in his hand, "Whenever my patience runs out and I want to stab you awake, I tell myself——"

Dong Zhihong got up from the chair and walked in front of Feng Zhe, Feng Zhe couldn't see his expression clearly, he only saw him using the tip of a knife to pick up Feng Zhe's chin, a burst of burning pain drew bloodstains.

"This must be too boring." Dong Zhihong retracted the knife and licked off the blood on the blade.

"Why do you do such a thing?" Feng Zhe asked, "It's not good for anyone, neither your company nor yourself."

"Why?" Dong Zhihong suddenly strangled Feng Zhe's neck with one hand, and said with a ferocious face, "Then why are you meddling?"

Feng Zhe could only suppress the pain of being strangled.

"Feng Zhe, I heard that you are investigating me recently." Dong Zhihong let go, his face returned to normal, even a little helpless and innocent, "I am a legitimate businessman, what exactly do you want to investigate?"

With his throat freed, Feng Zhe panted heavily, and it took him a long time to calm down.

He raised his head, looked directly at Dong Zhihong, and didn't say a word.

"You really know everything." Dong Zhihong sighed, and began to talk to himself.

"It's a pity, I thought you and I were the same kind of person, I thought we could have something in common..."

"The eldest young master of the Feng family is so ignorant of current affairs, it really gives me a headache."

"If Feng Shiyan knew how pitiful his son is now, how would I explain to him?"

"But he won't know, because no one will find you—"

Dong Zhihong stretched out his hands, as if showing off this cold and shaded place.

"This is the basement of a deserted villa. There is no road monitoring around the mountain, and your mobile phone was thrown into the sea. I even changed a black car to pick you up—"

Dong Zhihong took a step forward, pulled Feng Zhe's forehead hair forcefully, forcing him to raise his head higher, and stared into Feng Zhe's eyes.

"And I know that someone as overconfident as you must have not told anyone else about your latest trip."

The chill eroded from the ground all the way to Feng Zhe's body.

"Dong Zhihong, even without those methods, you could have become an excellent businessman." Feng Zhe said.

"Are you persuading me to turn around now?" Dong Zhihong smiled disdainfully, then restrained his smile and pretended to be pitiful, "Do you know? The look in your eyes reminds me of my wife..."

In the next second, pity turned into a distorted grin.

"That's how she looked before she died."