"You are wishful thinking!"
"Okay! I promise you!"
Zhou Wensheng and Dong Jianli spoke almost at the same time, but their meanings were completely different.
The previous sentence was said by Zhou Wensheng.
Song Qiao's eyes wandered back and forth between Dong Jianli and Zhou Wensheng, as if he was judging whose words of the two had more weight.
Dong Jianli glanced at Zhou Wensheng, frowned slightly, and said to Song Qiao: "If you really explain everything clearly, it is not impossible to let you go back."
Zhou Wensheng didn't know what kind of medicine Dong Jianli was selling in the gourd, but Dong Jianli was his old leader and he had absolute trust in him.
"It seems that your officer is older than Captain Zhou!" Song Qi'ao couldn't help but laugh.
"If you want to know anything, just ask." Looking at Dong Jianli's increasingly gloomy face, Song Qiao restrained his smile.
Zhou Wen Sheng bit his back teeth, tried his best to suppress his disgust for Song Qiao, and asked coldly: "On Han Weiwei's wedding day, why did you go to her lounge?"
"Captain Zhou's question really hit the nail on the head." Song Qiao couldn't help but admire Zhou Wensheng for asking such a pointed question while quickly calming down.
"But Captain Zhou's question was not rigorous." Song Qiao raised his eyebrows and said, "Song Qiao walked in, and I only appeared later."
"Why did Song Qiao go to Han Weiwei's lounge?"
"Captain Zhou must have heard a saying, which is to take people's money to eliminate disasters." Song Qi'ao paused and continued, "Song Qiao is going to go, of course Yan Shaojun asked him to go."
"Secretly filming Han Weiwei?" Zhou Wensheng almost blurted out.
"It's not too stupid." Song Qiao confirmed Zhou Wensheng's guess.
But Zhou Wensheng was not happy at all. Instead, his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.
"Let's get to the point!" Zhou Wensheng's finger joints looked pale because he clenched his fist too hard.
"Didn't you already know that Yan Shaojun asked Song Qiao to follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei?" Song Qiao looked at Zhou Wensheng like a fool.
"Aren't we already married? Why are we still filming?" Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but frowned.
He had indeed known about Song Qiao's secret photography for a long time, but he never expected that Song Qiao was still taking secret photos on the wedding day.
"So what if we get married? The result Yan Shaojun wanted was never to get married, but to want Han Weiwei to die!"
Song Qiao's words shocked Zhou Wensheng.
He had made such an inference before, but when Song Qiao said this inference, Zhou Wensheng was still a little shocked.
"If Han Weiwei is dead, what good will it do to him?"
"Are you really not aware or are you pretending not to know?" Song Qiao seemed to laugh angrily at Zhou Wensheng's question.
He didn't expect Zhou Wensheng to ask such a low-level and stupid question.
"Isn't half of the Han Group enough to seduce Yan Shaojun?"
"But if he can grow old with Han Weiwei, wouldn't the entire Han family belong to him? Is he so impatient?"
"Haha," Song Qiao sneered, "Of course he can't wait. Because his company, their Yan family, has long been nothing but empty shelves. The original investment has been gradually eliminated with the development of the times, and Yan Shaojun's investment The vision is really bad, almost everything you invest in is what you lose. If there is no more capital from the Han family, the Yan family will just wait to be acquired by the Han family or declare bankruptcy."
Following Song Qiyao's words, Zhou Wensheng's eyes gradually became serious.
He knew that the Yan Group suffered serious losses after Yan Shaojun took over, but he did not expect that it had become so serious.
It seems that his people still didn't check Yan's financial accounts thoroughly enough.
Thinking of this, Zhou Wensheng lit a match, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said: "Then why did he have to kill Han Weiwei? He is already the son-in-law of the Han family. As long as he opens his mouth, there is no way that the Han family will not kill Han Weiwei." Help him?"
"You underestimated Yan Shaojun's self-esteem and Han Weiwei's skill." Song Qiao looked at Zhou Wensheng indifferently, his eyes unclear, "Yan Shaojun's self-esteem makes it impossible for him to say this. He has been praised and praised since he was a child. Peng, I have never seen him bow to anyone, how could he bow to Han Weiwei?"
"Besides," Song Qi'ao paused, then continued, "Han Weiwei is not as weak as she looks. After all, she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Han Weiwei's education is even several times higher than that of Yan Shaojun. Rank. Han Zichuan trained Han Weiwei according to the standards of a successor. Therefore, even if they are married, the Han family’s assets only belong to Han Weiwei."
Song Qiao's words once again made Zhou Wensheng fall into silence.
If what Song Qiao said is true, then it means that the combination of Yan Shaojun and Han Weiwei will not get what he wants at all!
"Unless Han Weiwei voluntarily donates her assets to Yan Shaojun."
When Zhou Wensheng was silent, Song Qiao slowly spoke again.
"How could Han Weiwei take the initiative voluntarily? If Han Zichuan trained Han Weiwei as his successor, then Han Weiwei's first choice must be her own family interests, not Yan Shaojun."
Zhou Wensheng analyzed calmly.
"That's right," Song Qiao nodded approvingly, "That's why he wanted to kill Han Weiwei."
"But if he kills Han Weiwei, can he get the property in Han Weiwei's name? Isn't he afraid that Han Zichuan will take back the property?" Zhou Wensheng asked.
"That's why Zheng Yu appeared."
Song Qiao's words were like a bolt of lightning, which stunned Zhou Wensheng for three seconds before he recovered.
"You mean that Yan Shaojun originally wanted to kill Han Weiwei without anyone noticing, and then asked Zheng Yu to assume Han Weiwei's identity and marry him, and then transfer the Han family's assets to Yan Shaojun's name one by one. Exit?" Zhou Wensheng seemed to understand the ins and outs of the whole incident.
The moment Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, he suddenly remembered an unexpected and unreasonable key point.
"If that's the case, then why did Zheng Yu die too? And it was on the same day as Han Weiwei!"
"Because..." Song Qi'ao looked at Zhou Wensheng, and said slowly with a proud smile on his lips, "I told her that only if she commits suicide at the same time as Han Weiwei can her soul pass through the formation. The exchange with Han Weiwei, otherwise Han Zichuan would be able to tell that she is a fake just by looking at her!"
Song Qiyao's voice was almost calm, but Zhou Wensheng's heart felt as if he had experienced a magnitude 9 earthquake!
It turns out that Zheng Yu’s death was caused by Song Qiyao!
It was at this moment that Zhou Wensheng once again had the idea of killing Song Qiao!
