"Do you know what to do?" Lu Qingliu frowned slightly and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Tang Songyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, and of course he couldn't tell you what he was thinking.
But he said: "No, Zhao Wenhan can get out of it even if he gets drunk and causes trouble. The Zhao family should be quite capable."
"I originally planned to sue for civil compensation, but now it seems that it is probably in vain."
Lu Qingliu sighed and said: "This matter is not within my scope of authority, but you don't have to worry, this matter will not be over, I just need to wait for a suitable time..."
Tang Songyuan also understood. Her hidden meaning was that more substantial evidence and bargaining chips were needed to move the Zhao family.
We must follow rules, make appropriate compromises and exchanges, and proceed step by step.
However, as an extraordinary person with extraordinary abilities, Tang, Song and Yuan did not like to take the ordinary path the most.
If the Zhao family has money and power, they can use public power at will.
Sorry, I will take action and teach them how to behave.
He smiled and said: "I know, thank you for your help, please take me back to where I came from. My car is still there."
Returning to Zhangjiang Science and Technology Park, Tang Songyuan got out of the car and expressed his gratitude to Lu Qingliu again.
Lu Qingliu pursed his lips and said, "I know you are angry, but you have to believe me and I will give you a satisfactory answer."
Tang Songyuan smiled slightly and said, "I'm not angry. Haven't I been saying thank you all the time?"
Lu Qingliu put the car into gear angrily and drove away angrily.
Tang Songyuan shook his head helplessly, took out his car keys and prepared to go home.
At this time, another man came over.
He was about twenty-six or seventeen years old, tall and straight, and he was Zhao Wenhan's brother Zhao Wenjiang.
"Sorry to excuse you, is this Mr. Tang from the Tang Dynasty Group?"
Zhao Wenjiang asked politely.
Tang Songyuan looked at him doubtfully, "You are..."
Zhao Wenjiang introduced himself, and seeing Tang Songyuan's face quickly turn cold, he hurriedly explained:
"Mr. Tang, don't get me wrong. Although I am a member of the Zhao family, I have no ill intentions towards Mr. Tang."
"I haven't done anything against Mr. Tang and the Tang Dynasty Group..."
"Then what are you doing?"
Even so, Tang Songyuan still didn't give him a good look. It was really Zhao Wenhan who gave him such a bad impression.
Zhao Wenjiang coughed slightly and said, "I want to ask Mr. Tang for news about a person."
"Wu Qianxun from the Wu family, does Mr. Tang still have an impression?"
Tang Songyuan frowned slightly and said calmly: "I met him once at Poly Auction House, but I haven't seen him since."
A hint of joy appeared on Zhao Wenjiang's face, and he quickly took a step closer to Tang Songyuan and asked eagerly:
"Does Mr. Tang know where she went? Well, did she say where she planned to go?"
Tang Songyuan shook his head and said: "She didn't say it, and I don't know either..."
After saying that, under Zhao Wenjiang's extremely disappointed eyes, Tang Songyuan got into the car and drove all the way back to the villa in Ziyuan, Sheshan.
...
At midnight.
Inside the Zhao family's two-bedroom mansion.
Zhao Wenhan rarely went to bed early.
He has been through too many things recently, including a ship collision and a wake for his grandfather, as well as thinking about how to take revenge on Tang, Song and Yuan.
Already exhausted.
Coupled with the effect of alcohol, he fell into a deep sleep soon after lying on the bed.
In his sleep, Zhao Wenhan imagined how to use various means to humiliate the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties, how to defeat Zhao Wenjiang, and become the de facto heir to the Zhao family...
However, this was the last peaceful sleep in his life.
Late at night, Zhao Wenhan was suddenly awakened by an unbearable pain.
He suddenly sat up from the bed, his face pale and sweating profusely.
He covered his abdomen tightly with both hands, with a painful and ferocious look on his face.
"Ah~ it hurts...it hurts me to death..."
Zhao Wenhan rolled over on the bed holding his stomach, and large beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead.
The pain was like countless small insects biting into his body. More than ten roundworms that were originally located in his intestines got into his gallbladder for some unknown reason.
It was stirring up trouble in his gallbladder, making his liver and gallbladder seem to burst.
Zhao Wenhan wanted to shout, but it was of no use.
Several other roundworms had already passed through his stomach and entered his throat. They were entangled and blocked his trachea, making it difficult for him to make a sound.
Zhao Wenhan's body was stooped, arched like a prawn. He tried his best to breathe and scream, but he could only make a weak sound.
In less than ten seconds, Zhao Wenhan's face quickly turned purple, his eyes bulged, and he was full of fear and despair.
His hands were beating desperately on the bed, and his feet were kicking on the ground, trying to find a glimmer of hope.
But today, most of the Zhao family were keeping vigil for his grandfather. Except for a few servants in the nanny room, only Zhuang Yulan was in the room on the second floor.
"Ouch~! Ouch~!"
Zhao Wenhan made a whining and hoarse voice like a wild dog in his throat.
The pain in the abdomen became more and more severe, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more obvious.
His life force was draining rapidly, and his consciousness began to blur.
At this moment, he saw with a blink of an eye a few more ants on the floor of his house, crookedly forming a Chinese character "Tang".
Tang!
Don what?
Zhao Wenhan was horrified, and the ant quickly changed again, this time into a simple drawing of Tang Songyuan's face, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he was mocking...
Tang, Song and Yuan! ! !
Zhao Wenhan was anxious, angry and hateful, and even couldn't figure out what this had to do with Tang, Song and Yuan.
But there was nothing he could do. The pain in his body, the pain of suffocation, and his gradually blurred consciousness...
In this endless pain, Zhao Wenhan finally felt fear, despair and helplessness.
Finally, Zhao Wenhan's struggle before his death alarmed Zhuang Yulan, and she came over wearing a nightgown.
Seeing Zhao Wenhan's painful and twisted expression, his face suddenly changed, he panicked, and asked helplessly: "Wenhan, Wenhan, what's wrong with you?"
Zhuang Yulan's voice was filled with tears, and she was obviously frightened by this scene.
Zhao Wenhan was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. One hand weakly pointed at his abdomen, and the other hand desperately scratched his throat.
It was as if he was trying to claw at the skin and pull out whatever was blocking his throat.
After a while, Zhuang Yulan thought about calling the emergency number and notifying the rest of the family at the same time.
After a while, several servants also rushed to Zhao Wenhan's room. The mansion was in chaos, with lights brightly lit and people buzzing.
However, Zhao Wenhan's condition became more and more serious, and he was already on his deathbed.
His face turned from pale to purple, and his eyes bulged, as if he was suffering from great pain. There was a hoarse sound in his throat, as if he was calling for something.
Several servants in the Zhao Mansion didn't know what to do when faced with such a situation. They were usually only responsible for cleaning and didn't know how to give first aid.
Zhuang Yulan became even more anxious. She clenched her fists and shouted angrily: "What's going on? Why is this happening?"
However, no one could answer her question.
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Wenhan gradually stopped struggling.
His eyes were wide open, as if he could not rest in death.
The remaining surviving roundworms returned to his intestines as if they had nothing to do with them.
The Zhao family's mansion fell into deathly silence.
Everyone was shocked by the tragedy before them, and they could not accept this fact.
The proud son of the Zhao family, Zhao Wenhan, who used to be wanton and arrogant, died in this way.
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