After saying this, he stood up and wanted to leave his seat.
"Uncle Song, don't leave yet."
Jing Huaizhi raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, and called him calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of leather shoes clicking at the side door.
The banquet hall suddenly became quiet.
A man in a suit and leather tie slowly walked over pushing an old man in a wheelchair.
"Mr. Song."
As the lights came down, Zhang Cheng raised his head and shouted politely.
Song Lang's complexion suddenly returned to normal.
"Everyone must have a deep memory of the collapse of Tianxiang Pavilion."
"And the culprit that caused this is right in front of everyone."
Zhang took over the microphone and told the facts in an orderly manner.
"What the hell are you talking about!"
Song Lang pointed his index finger at the man at the podium, his tone implying a warning.
"You don't want Ladbrokes anymore, do you?"
Zhang Cheng ignored him and continued coldly: "I had not returned to Ladbrokes back then, so I took over this project under the leadership of a group of uncles."
"At that time, I was young and energetic, and even though I was full of righteousness, I still lost to reality."
"The reason why Tianxiang Pavilion collapsed is because Mr. Song embezzled project funds, so the materials we purchased are all materials that are not subject to market testing."
"In layman's terms, it's a fake product."
After finishing speaking, the name of the batch of materials and the report of unqualified testing appeared on the big screen.
Zhuli put her cell phone under her seat, secretly paying attention to Ren Xingyan's progress, but at the same time she was afraid of being discovered by Song Lang's people.
Suddenly, the live broadcast screen went black, followed by the prompt: 'The anchor has downloaded the broadcast'.
She bit her lower lip involuntarily, and her fingertips began to feel cold.
"Xingyan, please don't let anything happen to you!"
With his trembling legs shaking, he raised his head and glanced at Jing Huaizhi on the podium.
He was concentrating on controlling the overall situation at the moment, Zhuli bent his body and slid down from the seat and slipped out.
As soon as she slipped to the door, a pair of dark red high heels stood in front of her.
Lift your head and look at the person in front of you.
"Secretary Jiang, I'm going to use the bathroom."
He rushed out as quickly as possible without stopping.
Song Lang could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and glared at him: "I'm making rumors about your mother!"
“Burning bridges across rivers, right?”
"So what if I say this gentleman is telling the truth."
Cold words sounded from behind, and everyone's mood fluctuated like a roller coaster.
Song Lang turned around and lowered his eyes after seeing who the speaker was.
Mrs. Song stepped forward in a dignified manner, picked up the microphone and sneered a few times: "What this gentleman said is true."
The audience exclaimed. This time the person accusing him was none other than his wife Ming Yun.
"After that incident happened, I felt very sad about it and donated 50 million in my own name."
"However, it was recently discovered that the culprit was my husband."
"I'm sorry everyone!"
Ming Yun bowed deeply with tears in his eyes to express his apology.
Everyone was amazed by Mrs. Song's actions.
What a wise wife!
What a ridiculous husband!
Jing Huaizhi pursed his thin lips meaningfully, and his eyes wandered for a few times but could not find the figure.
He took a few steps back and whispered to Jing Gaoming: "Dad, I'll leave the rest to you."
Jing Gaoming's eyebrows turned cold and he frowned displeased.
"I don't know what else is more important than this."
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"It's over, it's over."
Ren Xingyan fiddled with the device in his hand, but the screen was still black.
Leng Zhirou looked around and said warily: "What's wrong?"
"My device seems to be jammed."
"Will it be discovered?"
Ren Xingyan frowned and felt worried.
Bei Chenge, who was leading the way, paused and was obviously panicked: "What should we do? Can we still go out?"
Leng Zhirou held her shoulders and turned her face.
"If you want to escape, hurry up."
"Yeah!"
Ren Xingyan glanced around, pressing his thin white fingers on his chest to comfort himself.
Bei Chenge was still wearing servant's clothes as before. As long as she wasn't so nervous, she wouldn't be discovered.
The three of them finally arrived at the basement. While Bei Chenge skillfully searched for the entrance to the second floor, Ren Xingyan had already started recording.
Outside private residence
Zhuli hid under the flower bed with her head exposed. After carefully patrolling for ten minutes, she climbed over the fence after making sure no one appeared.
As long as you avoid the butler, there will be no danger.
Song Lang now has no guarantee that he will not be able to come back halfway.
Her white fingertips rested on the window sill outside the first floor. Judging from the open window, this should be a dressing room.
He looked around carefully with his round eyes, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to peek in from the window.
Opening the closet, I found some clothes and changed into them.
He picked up the mop in the corner and walked out unscrupulously.
How was she going to find the location of the basement.
The group of people covered her head when she was kidnapped last time, so she had no memory at all.
What you can see is a tunnel with piles of garbage, and the air is filled with a pungent smell.
Ren Xingyan covered his mouth and nose with his hands and endured it for a long time without retching.
"This is where you usually live?"
Her eyes were red and her voice was choked.
"Well, whether they died of illness or were tortured to death, all are put together."
Leng Zhirou didn't react much after hearing her words, and even kept urging them to stop inking.
Ren Xingyan felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, so he just kept taking the camera to record it.
Bei Chenge leaned down and said something to the girls. Suddenly, joy appeared on the girls' faces.
They helped each other stand up and quickly lined up to wait for their orders.
"We'll split up."
Leng Zhirou put on a mask and took out a map, telling Ren Xingyan where he could hide.
Ren Xingyan nodded.
At the last moment before leaving, Bei Chenge took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it down.
Such a place of hell on earth should be buried forever.
When Zhuli saw a group of people sneaking past her, she guessed that the plan was going very smoothly.
Is it just going too smoothly?
living room
Du Jianzhou leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed.
"Everyone is here?"
Butler Quan was puzzled, with a trace of surprise on his face: I wonder why this young master suddenly called all the servants and bodyguards over?
"Uncle Quan, you said what gift should I give my aunt for her birthday in a few days?"
Butler Quan breathed a sigh of relief and called everyone here just because of this?
"Master Du, it's better for you to make your own decision on this matter."
There was a hint of danger in his lowered eyes.
"Master Du, it seems that the master is back. I'll go take a look."
Du Jianzhou waved his hand casually, frowned and replied, "Why are you so anxious? It's not like he doesn't have legs. Can you still carry him back if you go?"
Butler Quan immediately looked very ugly and rubbed his fisted hands back and forth.
"Fire! Fire!"
