Lin Nianhe and Zhou Laosi chatted all the way through the neon streets and arrived at Shen's house.
"Nishi Abel."
Before Mr. Shen and the others could express their concern, Lin Nianhe gave the serious answer.
Old Shen was startled: "Who?"
"The daughter of the Abel family," Shen Yu still remembered her and knew her well. "Less than half a year after their family returned to Paris, they married her to the owner of a freight company as a second marriage. She came to Xiangjiang probably for The matter about my husband’s company… As for Ah He, maybe it’s really a coincidence.”
Mr. Shen has lived to this age, what else can't he understand?
He looked directly at Lin Nianhe: "Is it because of Lan's business?"
Although Shen Yu didn't say it clearly, it's not difficult to guess.
"Well," Lin Nianhe took a sip of the hot milk Uncle Mao brought her and nodded, "but I think she came here not for the existing business, but for the dock business."
Because Nishi also wanted to allocate a piece of land at the dock, she hoped that the internal fighting between the Yang family would not stop. If the Yang family and the Shen family were to fight, it would be even more interesting to see.
"Very reasonable." Mr. Shen thought for a moment, nodded, and then asked Lin Nianhe, "What is your opinion?"
"I didn't care before, and it won't matter in the future, but now," Lin Nianhe held the milk glass in both hands and said the harshest words in the most harmless and crisp tone, "the dock must all be named Shen."
Hearing what she said, Mr. Shen and Shen Yu fell silent.
Lin Nianhe took a sip of milk and looked at them: "I have issued a military order. It is imperative that we do it."
Mr. Shen looked at the determination in her eyes and nodded slowly: "I understand what you mean...but what do you plan to do?"
Before Lin Nianhe could say anything, Shen Hongzun next to him interrupted: "Hit her?"
Lin Nianhe glanced at him, then turned to Mr. Shen and said: "Our biggest bargaining chip now is people. We need to protect the dock workers well, and then..."
Shen Hongzun: "Each one hit her once?"
Lin Nianhe rolled his eyes at him and continued: "Then based on the huge number of workers, let the leaders understand that only if the Shen family can stand firm, the workers will not lose their jobs. In this way..."
Shen Hongzun had an epiphany and slapped his thigh suddenly: "The leader will give her a slap!"
"Uncle Mao, please drag him out, thank you."
Uncle Mao immediately stepped forward and dragged Shen Hongzun out while not forgetting to cover his mouth.
The world is quiet.
Lin Nianhe drank the rest of the milk, took a deep breath and said, "Then the leader will give her a slap... ah no, and then no matter what the purpose is, he will curb her development."
Mr. Shen carefully studied Lin Nianhe's words, then turned to look at Shen Yu: "What do you think?"
Shen Yu raised the corners of her mouth lightly and said, "Actually, I don't think it needs to be so complicated. Business matters are settled in the shopping mall."
What Shen Yu said may not be his true thoughts, but just another solution.
Mr. Shen looked at the two of them and knew that they had left the final decision to him.
Without hesitation, he said, "Do as Ah He said."
He has always been decisive, and now that he has stood with Lin Nianhe, there is no need to hesitate anymore.
"Okay." Shen Yu nodded, stood up and said, "It's getting late, I'll take you back to your room to rest."
"Um."
Mr. Shen is indeed tired. He has not been able to live in peace for the past two days. Now he can breathe a sigh of relief.
Lin Nianhe stood up and watched Mr. Shen leave. After waiting for a while, Shen Yu came back.
It was just the two of them in the living room, both of them more relaxed.
Shen Yu leaned on the sofa and asked, "Do you want to go back to the hotel?"
"I won't come back for the time being," Lin Nianhe said. "Nishi will never think that I can come back again. I'll hide away for a few days to give her a surprise."
"The room prepared for you will always be reserved," Shen Yu said. "It doesn't matter if you stay at home, we can feel more at ease."
If Lin Nianhe was at Shen's house that day, people from the police station would most likely not be able to take her away.
Lin Nianhe smiled and nodded: "Then I'll excuse you."
"Little things." Shen Yu asked with a smile, "What are you going to do as the first step?"
Lin Nianhe covered his heart: "I deeply regret Yang Jiawen's death. We are all good and kind people, so we must tell the Yang family the truth."
"Well, then..."
"Then let the Yang family beat her up!"
On the stairs, a head poked out, with a wise little light shining behind gold-rimmed glasses.
"Uncle Mao, please stay far away this time."
…
The next day, Shen Yu went to Yang Jiawen's funeral in person.
As soon as he arrived, the already depressing atmosphere became even more sullen.
"You still dare to come?"
Yang Laosan squinted his eyes and his face was extremely gloomy.
Shen Yu ignored the blazing eyes around him, put three sticks of incense on Yang Jiawen, took out the photo from his pocket and placed it on the incense table, looked at his portrait and said:
"I haven't found the murderer, but the direction is here."
Yang Laosan originally wanted to beat Shen Yu up before sending him to the police station, but when he heard this, he lowered his raised hand.
Rushing forward, Yang Laosan picked up the photo, frowned and looked at it for a long time, with a strange look in his eyes: "Who is he?"
"This is the person who bribed people to arrest Lin Nianhe. I checked, and he is the assistant of the Abel family in Paris. You can check again yourself."
Shen Yu withdrew her gaze, turned her head to look at Yang Laosan, and said indifferently, "The matter between the Shen family and the Yang family is an old feud. When the Shen family was defeated, my family was willing to admit defeat. Lin Nianhe came to Xiangjiang to discuss the headwear business with me. The Lin family has no intention of intervening in the ownership of the dock."
"Wen Tsai's matter has nothing to do with us. If you haven't done it, you haven't done it. Don't use it as a weapon for others. For the sake of your pain of losing your son, let's forget about it this time."
Shen Yu dusted off the paper dust on his clothes, turned around and left.
Yang Laosan, on the other hand, was holding the photo in his hand, staring at the person in the photo with his gloomy eyes, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his heart.
There were people around who kept asking him with their eyes whether he wanted to detain Shen Yu, but he waved them down.
Shen Yu was about to step out when Yang Laosan's voice suddenly came from behind: "Shen Yu."
Shen Yu stopped and did not turn around.
"Don't mention anything else in advance, thank you for this."
Shen Yu raised her hand and waved, crossing the threshold.
He came alone and left gracefully.
I breathed a sigh of relief after getting in the car.
"Let A Zun handle this kind of thing from now on." Shen Yu casually loosened his tie, "The third room is about to eat people."
Shen Hongzun turned around: "Uncle, will I die if I go in?"
"Young people must be responsible."
"..."
In the funeral shed, Yang Laosan stared at the photo and remained silent for a long time.
Beside them, Mr. Yang and Mr. Yang were also staring at the photo, frowning.
The two of them had already discussed how to divide Lao San's power while he was targeting the Shen family. But in the end, the two of them had to settle their feud?
How can that work!
Boss Yang looked around and made eye contact with someone in the crowd.
The other party nodded calmly, moved slowly to Yang Laosan, and whispered: "Third Master, can you believe what Shen Yu says? What if he framed him..."
Yang Laosan had kept his head down just now and didn't notice the frowns on other people's faces.
When he heard this, his hand paused slightly, his expression extremely complicated.
True and false.
He's going crazy. (End of chapter)
