When she got home, Gong Fenghuang made tea for Zhu Zhiyuan first, and then went to change her clothes.
The weather is getting colder and the sun is shining outside. I can barely wear a sleeveless skirt, but not at home.
Gong Fenghuang changed into a pair of light purple long trousers, casual style, but tightened at the waist, which made her waist and hips appear more curvy.
"Wait a minute." Gong Fenghuang smiled brightly at Zhu Zhiyuan, and he really cooked the food himself.
She was quick with her hands and feet, and she had four dishes and one soup ready in about twenty minutes.
She brought another bottle of red wine and poured wine for both of them.
She raised her glass and said, "Mr. Zhu, I want to thank you first for this glass. To be honest, I was really scared of being pestered by Factory Director Cheng. You helped me solve a big problem this time."
Thinking of Cheng Guanghui's previous confrontation with her, Zhu Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh.
He and Gong Fenghuang touched each other and had a drink.
Gong Fenghuang poured the wine again and raised his glass for the second time: "I drank this glass myself. Please ask Teacher Zhu to help me clarify my doubts."
As she spoke, she drank the whole drink in one gulp, turned the bottom of the cup upside down, and looked at Zhu Zhiyuan with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
Her eyes were charming, charming, and full of femininity.
This is a goblin.
Zhu Zhiyuan smiled slightly, picked up a chopstick, put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly a few times, and said: "You helped me get promoted and even hooked up with myself, but I am still unwilling. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Gong Fenghuang's eyes were full of curiosity: "Is it because I'm not beautiful?"
Zhu Zhiyuan glanced at her and said with a smile, "Wrong, you can guess again."
"Yeah." Gong Fenghuang twisted slightly: "I couldn't guess."
She is older than Zhu Zhiyuan, and she is also Zhu Zhiyuan's leader, but her actions are a bit coquettish.
Zhu Zhiyuan leaned back on the chair, looked at Gong Fenghuang calmly, and said, "Because, not counting today, you can only live for fifty-one days."
"What?" Gong Fenghuang was stunned for a moment.
She looked at Zhu Zhiyuan blankly, and Zhu Zhiyuan also looked at her.
Zhu Zhiyuan's eyes gave her a very strange feeling, just like the starlight at midnight in summer, lonely, deep and mysterious.
Gong Fenghuang also leaned back and smiled: "Fifty-one days, that is to say, I will not live until 2008."
"Yes." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded: "You will commit suicide on New Year's Day."
If someone else said this, Gong Fenghuang would definitely sneer, or even throw a glass of wine at the other person's face.
But when Zhu Zhiyuan said this, she didn't laugh.
"Why?" she asked, looking closely at Zhu Zhiyuan's eyes.
"Because you were arrested by the Discipline Inspection Commission." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "Although you got a little information beforehand and made a lot of preparations, you still couldn't cover it up. And as proud as you were, you didn't want to go to jail or be laughed at, so you chose to commit suicide. .”
"I really don't like going to jail." Gong Fenghuang nodded, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips: "You know the time of my death, then do you know how I committed suicide?"
"You committed suicide with a sanitary napkin."
"Um?"
The smile that was slowly spreading at the corner of his mouth suddenly converged. Gong Fenghuang's eyes narrowed and he stared at Zhu Zhiyuan.
She actually didn't believe what Zhu Zhiyuan said, or in other words, even if she believed it, she still didn't believe it. All the money she received was abroad. Although she did a lot of things in China, she could find excuses for them.
She is confident, and it will not be easy to catch her based on this.
But Zhu Zhiyuan's words shocked her.
Zhu Zhiyuan noticed the change in her expression and smiled lightly.
This is what he wants.
He finally captured Nadya by pretending to be a ghost, but Gong Fenghuang, a woman, was more complicated than Nadya.
Although Nadya came from Yanzi School, her mentality is actually relatively simple. She just helps Prague and the others smuggle and make some money. She doesn't have too many ideas.
It wasn't until Zhu Zhiyuan appeared that her ambition was stimulated.
But Gong Fenghuang is different.
Gong Fenghuang has a good background and good looks. With her hands on work, she has a platform that allows her to move around as she pleases. She does it very beautifully, and is so successful that she is even called the Queen of Finance.
This made her extremely proud, egotistical, and arrogant.
Not to mention women, she doesn't even look at most men.
But unfortunately, she was in a lot of trouble.
Zhu Zhiyuan originally didn't want to get involved in her affairs because he was really afraid of trouble, but since he wanted to get involved, he had to control her and make her more honest.
Otherwise, he would drag her down, and if one mistake was made, she might be doomed.
But suppressing a woman like Gong Fenghuang is not an easy task.
Why should he?
All other methods are impossible. His only reliance is to use his own knowledge to shock and convince Nadya.
"You took advantage of women's special characteristics and asked for a pack of sanitary napkins. You soaked up the water in the sanitary napkins and covered yourself to death."
Gong Fenghuang stared at Zhu Zhiyuan, but Zhu Zhiyuan noticed that her hands shook.
"You are worried that your hands will subconsciously pull off the sanitary napkin after covering yourself up, so you tie your hands with underwear straps. After lying down, put your feet through your hands. In this way, when your hands reach behind your back, My body is pressed down and I can’t pull it off even if I want to.”
"You then thought that if you were anxious, you might turn over and the sanitary napkin would fall off. So you added a strap to the sanitary napkin to make it look like a mask. Just like that, you covered yourself to death."
"And the way you died was learned from the red spy king, Jin Wuluo."
After hearing the last three words, Gong Fenghuang stood up: "You...you..."
She stared at Zhu Zhiyuan, her whole body trembling, but she didn't know how to continue speaking.
What Zhu Zhiyuan said was the last choice she made for herself.
"But how did he know?" She was shocked: "He read my diary? It's impossible."
She looked at Zhu Zhiyuan, and Zhu Zhiyuan also looked at her,
His eyes were light and cold, distant and deep. He was sitting right in front of him, but it seemed like he was thousands of billions of light years away.
She makes investments and has hundreds of millions of assets in her hands. Naturally, countless people have made plans, including some magicians.
But those magicians could see through her at a glance and couldn't fool her at all.
But the person in front of her made her soul tremble.
Gong Fenghuang felt a chill all over her body. She couldn't help but take a step back, and her knees hit the sofa. Her feet went weak and she sat down on the sofa.
She waited for a while, grabbed the wine glass, drank the wine in one gulp, closed her eyes for a while, and then opened them.
"Can I still be saved?"
She actually had a lot to say, but what she finally said was the thing she least wanted to say, because it was too weak and out of character for her.
Subconsciously, her mind had been shaken.
Zhu Zhiyuan took in her expression completely and knew that he was seventy percent sure.
His expression remained unchanged and he said, "I really didn't want to get involved in your affairs, but I suddenly changed my mind. Do you know why?"
Gong Fenghuang's eyes flashed: "Is it because of Factory Director Cheng?"
She is really powerful, even though her mind is shaken, she still has a sharp mind.
"Yes." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded: "You died in a strange way. When the news came out, others just talked about it, but Director Cheng was different. He led a group of disabled people and directly rushed to the Discipline Inspection Commission. He pushed the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission with one hand. Window, I want the Discipline Inspection Commission to give him an explanation, otherwise, he will die together with the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission."
"Lao Cheng." The look in Gong Fenghuang's eyes did not know whether he was happy or sad: "I have lived a whole life, and in the end, a disabled person stood up for me? But this is indeed something Lao Cheng can do."
"Then what?" she asked, "Is Lao Cheng okay?"
"He is a hero or a disabled person. He also leads hundreds of disabled workers. Who can do anything to him?" Zhu Zhiyuan smiled slightly: "This is not the United States, not a capital-based country. The secretary of the Provincial Party Committee personally came forward to assure him , he must get to the bottom of it before he lets go."
"Then what?" Gong Fenghuang asked.
"Director Cheng took the people back, but he himself, at eight o'clock every morning, dressed in military uniform and military medals, saluted for three minutes at the gate of the provincial party committee before leaving. He would not listen to anyone's advice."
"This man is so old." Gong Fenghuang finally smiled: "He is a bit of a scoundrel."
Shameless is not a good word, but when she said it in her mouth now, it was full of relief.
