my brother became a scum

When Wu Ming was by my side, he got along very well with assistants and secretaries. I couldn't imagine that a group of them had reached an agreement to change my orders and filter domestic information. report.

The "smooth progress" I called to confirm before was not to make Zhang Chen's sentence commutation go smoothly, but to use the evidence I found from where to prosecute Zhang Chen.

I never thought that I blocked Mr. Bai's forged evidence, but I didn't block the evidence prepared by Wu Ming.

Wu Qingfei sighed heavily, and he said: "The verdict was passed very quickly. Zhang Chen extended his sentence for half a year, and his application for commutation was rejected."

"and after……"

If the punishment is simply increased, Wu Qingfei will not lose his composure to this extent, and if the punishment can be increased, the sentence can be reduced. If it works properly, this is not an irreversible matter.

"Mr. Zhang Chen committed suicide, and his life is not out of danger yet."

I took a breath and laughed for some reason, I said, "Zhang Chen is a scum, a scum can't die easily."

Wu Qingfei's expression was stunned, he couldn't seem to believe what I just said.

I didn't expect that I would say this sentence. Perhaps subconsciously, I think this is the truth. How can a person like Zhang Chen be willing to give up his life.

Maybe this is his trick again, to confirm whether I will still be soft-hearted to him, in exchange for my mercy on him, just like exchanging pain for his mother's attention, exchanging life for my pity with guilt.

I calmly patted Wu Qingfei on the shoulder, turned my head to look at the anxious assistant and secretary, and said, "I only give you one chance to make a mistake, and you won't want to know the consequences of betraying again."

They nodded in embarrassment, and arranged the vehicle efficiently and quickly. The assistant opened the door for me and helped Wu Qingfei get into the car behind him.

I leaned against the seat and closed my eyes, but my eyes were red.

In the bright red blood, Zhang Chen was almost transparent. His eyes were tightly closed, but there was a weird smile on his mouth.

I opened my eyes, and I didn't know when my fingertips had been dunked into my palm.

I really hate Zhang Chen, this man who knows my weakness and can use it to the extreme.

He's made a huge gamble with his life, and I'm not sure I want him to win it.

The door stopped at the main entrance of the hospital. Apart from the police, there were also a large number of reporters. I walked in with a cold face, but there was always a microphone sticking out in front of me.I realized that I couldn't just keep silent and that would cause a lot of volatility in the stock price.

So I grabbed a microphone at random and said, "Ask your favorite question."

"Excuse me... what do you think about Zhang Chen's suicide?"

"I don't have any opinion." After I finished these five words, the frequency of taking photos of the surrounding cameras increased significantly. "In short, he won't die."

I threw the microphone in the direction of the reporter, rushed in under the guard of the security guards, and quickly entered the hospital.

I don't like the hospital, where I sent away my only relative, but I respect the hospital and every medical staff, because of them, the patients have the hope of surviving.

My leather shoes stepped on the marble floor tiles, click, click, click, and I could no longer hear the noise around me, only my own footsteps and the sound of my heart beating.

I stopped in front of the door of the emergency room, and the frosted glass prevented me from seeing clearly what was going on inside. Someone was talking to me, but for dozens of seconds, I couldn't hear any sound at all, and I couldn't make any noise. reaction.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm clearly sure, sure that Zhang Chen will never die - I'm actually scared too.

"...Chen Dong?"

My hearing gradually returned to normal, and I replied: "What did you just say, repeat it again."

"The news from the company... the stock price is fluctuating violently..."

"Notify the board of directors, determine the time to start the video conference, cooperate with the exchange to do a good risk warning, and those people raised should also play some role."

"The news just came from the emergency room that Zhang Chen's condition has temporarily stabilized and he is still undergoing emergency first aid."

"Where did the news come from?"

"Cut off the internal call and contacted the support personnel inside."

"Don't disturb the doctor's first aid, and the paid fees should be paid as soon as possible."

"Do you want to see the injury report..."

"No need." My expression probably wasn't very good, the assistant took a step back with some fear, "I don't want to know how he committed suicide."

Three or 10 minutes later, I opened my notebook in the small meeting room of the hospital and began to deal with the troubles of all parties in an orderly manner. The directors of the company gave some understanding, and they only needed my statement-my working status would not Because of the impact of Zhang Chen's illness, he will always drive the group forward.Or to put it bluntly, most of the company's internal employees only care about whether their personal interests and the company's interests can be guaranteed. As the former leader, Zhang Chen, whether he lives or dies, not many people really care.

I made a preliminary report to the board of directors on the results of my overseas trip, and disclosed the relevant news through the financial media. All work was steadily pushed forward, and the fluctuating stock price finally showed a slight upward trend, and did not reach the limit. .

After finishing all this work, four hours have passed, and Zhang Chen still has not come out of the emergency room, but according to the news from the doctors and nurses, the situation has basically stabilized, and finishing work is being done, and he will be transferred to the emergency room soon. ICU.

I squeezed the space between my eyebrows, turned my head to look at the group of people standing there, and took a special look at Wu Qingfei, and I said, "Take him to eat something, and you guys also go to eat something, and bring me a box lunch by the way."

No one moved, and I had to repeat: "Go."

I finished most of the box lunch and continued to deal with the work of various parties. In the evening, I held a small press conference in the small conference room of the hospital.

Zhang Chen officially launched the emergency room at 11:23 in the night and was transferred to the ICU. I looked through the window and saw that it was no different from before going abroad. Maybe I had forgotten what he looked like back then.

The police wanted to talk to me as a matter of course. We talked for a while, and I also heard him talk about the motives that may lead to suicide. The direct motive is of course knowing that the sentence will be extended. It is said that he tried to contact me, but failed.

Strangely, I didn't have many emotional fluctuations, perhaps because Zhang Chen was still alive, and I had already lost the bet.

Sometimes I think that Zhang Chen's death is also a relief for me.After a short period of pain, I will live my own life with love for him, although lonely, but at least stable.

But now that Zhang Chen is still alive, I can't be cruel to him, so I can only wait for him to come out and take care of him.

He is cruel enough, both to me and to himself.

I slept soundly in the hospital, and the next day I learned that Zhang Chen woke up in the middle of the night, so I went to see him after breakfast.

Someone should have told him the truth, he looked extremely quiet, with a fair face, and he looked good after committing suicide.

He didn't speak, and neither did I. I have nothing to apologize for, because it wasn't my fault in the first place.Besides, I don't think he's that stupid to see that it's someone else's trick.

He just followed the trend and wanted to force me once.

You see, he looked so weak that he could only say to me, "Chen Heping, I can't live without you."

I took out a cigarette from my jacket pocket, but put it back under the attention of the nurse. I wasn't anxious or sad. To be precise, I was a little numb.

After a while, I said, "The subordinates made their own decisions. I sent a team of lawyers to help you reduce your sentence."

"En." Zhang Chen replied, he believed it.

"I will find a way to make you come out earlier, or if you have any means, you can use it." I don't believe that Zhang Chen didn't have a hole card, he is too shrewd.

"it is good."

"When you come out, you can do whatever you want."

"I want to be with you, okay?"

"Okay." This is also expected, nothing surprising, I answered smoothly, "Do you still want the group?"

"It's all for you." Zhang Chen said these three words, as if he was extremely tired, and took a few rough breaths.

I straightened my cuffs, a little carelessly, and didn't look at Zhang Chen's expression.

I said: "Then take good care of yourself, I still have things to do, and I will come to see you again."

Zhang Chen didn't speak anymore, I walked out of the ward, and took away the staff outside the ward.

Zhang Chen's suicide has brought a lot of media attention, rumors from many sources are frequent, the official media, self-media, and netizens are caught in a carnival and discussion, and even my past experiences with Zhang Chen have been picked up Some, they are discussing whether we love or hate, and who will control the future of the group.

I asked people to arrange it and hired a group of high-level sailors to suppress any negative remarks that might have an impact.

I stayed in the company for more than half a month. After dealing with the crisis at hand and the things I brought back from abroad, I cleaned up a group of people around me with high efficiency. They lost the company's intranet authority, company ID and company access control, either go to foreign non-key markets to develop business, or just pack up and leave.When they heard the news, most people were very stunned. They probably thought I was a good-natured and easy-going person, and they naively believed what I said at the airport, but I am obviously not that big and weak. I think I have learned to There is a word called after autumn to settle accounts.

The new staff quickly filled the vacancy left by them, and my control over the group has taken a step further. I told the new assistant to calculate the real estate under my name, and prepare to tidy up a set. When Zhang Chen comes out, let He lives in it.