"Where's the back?" she asked again.
"The investigators of the Discipline Inspection Commission found your diary at your home. In your diary, you described in detail the method of death you wanted to choose and the reasons why you wanted to commit suicide."
"Have you read my diary?" Gong Fenghuang blurted out.
Although she was shocked before, she actually had a suspicion that Zhu Zhiyuan had read her diary.
Otherwise, how did he know?
Is it really possible to figure it out?
"Haha." Zhu Zhiyuan smiled.
He did not answer Gong Fenghuang's words and said: "The investigators asked Director Cheng to read your diary, and Director Cheng asked his comrades who were engaged in criminal investigation in other provinces to compare the handwriting, and then I believed it."
"So I just died like that?" Gong Fenghuang's voice contained a hint of sadness.
Zhu Zhiyuan did not answer her words and continued: "One year after your death, Director Cheng had no financial support. The rain gear factory eventually closed down and the workers were disbanded."
Gong Fenghuang nodded. This was a foreseeable ending. In fact, without her, the rain gear factory would have closed down long ago.
"Among the workers, there is a girl named He Xing. Her mother has cerebral palsy and her father is a dwarf. She was born with problems. Her intelligence is only equivalent to that of a six- or seven-year-old child, but she is otherwise fine and even looks pretty."
Zhu Zhiyuan took a sip of wine and said: "The rain gear factory closed down, and she had nowhere to make a living. She was lured to a nightclub by gangsters near her home to sell herself. When Director Cheng found out about it, he ran to the nightclub to rescue He Xing, but he ended up with the nightclub. There was a conflict between people, and a gangster stabbed him in the back, and he died at night one year and twenty-five days after your death."
"Sophisticated."
Gong Fenghuang murmured.
She suddenly picked up her cell phone and dialed Cheng Guanghui's number: "Lao Cheng, is there a girl named He Xing in your factory?"
Cheng Guanghui responded there: "Yes, what are you asking Miss Xing for?"
"Is she mentally challenged?"
"Yeah." Cheng Guanghui sighed over there: "A good girl, she looks pretty good-looking, but she has that kind of brain. Alas, she has the intelligence of a seven or eight-year-old. She also went to elementary school and finished third grade. Even in her grade, she can recognize thousands of words, and she can also do simple addition and subtraction. She is a very motivated girl."
Cheng Guanghui talked nonchalantly, while Gong Fenghuang looked at Zhu Zhiyuan with clear eyes.
It is impossible for Zhu Zhiyuan to see her diary, but what if?
But on Cheng Guanghui's side, Zhu Zhiyuan should have met for the first time today, not to mention that it wasn't Cheng Guanghui, but a disabled worker in Cheng Guanghui's factory. He Xing and Gong Fenghuang didn't know him, so how did he know Zhu Zhiyuan?
Not only did he know her, he even knew that she was intellectually disabled and her parents were also disabled.
This is absolutely impossible.
She is not a woman who is easy to coax, in fact, she is extremely shrewd and has a very strong temper.
Therefore, she made this call in front of Zhu Zhiyuan.
But the more she listened, the more frightened she became.
"Where are her parents?" At this moment, Gong Fenghuang still didn't give up.
"It seems her parents are guilty." Cheng Guanghui sighed: "Her father is a dwarf, and her mother was born with cerebral palsy. There is nothing we can do about it. People with disabilities can only be in such a combined family. She was born with watery eyes, and she thought God had finally opened her eyes. I took a blind eye, but the result was, alas."
Cheng Guanghui sighed and asked: "Mr. Gong, what did you ask Miss Xing to do?"
"Oh, it's okay." Gong Fenghuang hung up the phone.
Everything is exactly as Zhu Zhiyuan said.
Although she was absolutely sure that Zhu Zhiyuan could not have read her diary, there might still be a possibility.
But with He Xing's incident, it's absolutely impossible.
She looked at Zhu Zhiyuan blankly, suddenly stood up, went to the hall, straightened her clothes, then knelt down and bowed respectfully.
Put your hands together and touch your forehead to the back of your hands.
This is called the ceremony of hand worship, which was passed down in the Han and Tang Dynasties and was lost after the Five Dynasties. It is a real ancient ceremony for ladies.
This is the foundation of the country of etiquette.
Her courtesy shocked Zhu Zhiyuan. In his previous life, Zhu Zhiyuan was a bit flirtatious. He learned a lot about foreign things and became very good at it. On the contrary, he didn't know much about Chinese things.
But he still knew this kind of courtesy, but he didn't expect that Gong Fenghuang would suddenly give him such a courtesy.
This is a very strong etiquette, ancient and solemn.
It also shows the solemnity of Gong Fenghuang.
It also proved that he really shocked Gong Fenghuang, and Gong Fenghuang believed him.
"Success." Zhu Zhiyuan secretly clenched his fists.
Gong Fenghuang prostrated, paused for three seconds, raised his upper body, knelt on his heels, placed his hands on his abdomen, and looked at Zhu Zhiyuan seriously: "Can I still be saved?"
Zhu Zhiyuan nodded and raised his hand: "Get up."
"Yes." Gong Fenghuang nodded, leaning forward with his hands still on his abdomen and lowering his head.
This is simple etiquette, also called regular etiquette.
Well, this kind of thing is common among Japanese people, because Japanese etiquette was mostly passed down from China, especially the Tang Dynasty, and the envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty were famous.
Gong Fenghuang saluted, stood up, and sat down on the sofa. Seeing that there was no wine in Zhu Zhiyuan's glass, she got up and filled Zhu Zhiyuan's glass with wine, and then looked at Zhu Zhiyuan longingly.
At this moment, she was as hesitant as a little white rabbit, looking at Zhu Zhiyuan with panic, longing, and even a bit of pleading.
But is this the real her?
Maybe that's the case at this moment, but will she do it again later?
meeting.
Zhu Zhiyuan can be sure of this.
"You still have to add fuel to her fire."
Zhu Zhiyuan's thoughts moved slightly and he said: "You are very careful, but there are two loopholes. This is the reason why you were caught and have no solution."
Gong Fenghuang didn't ask, just looked at him.
She has done too much. If she were to look at it herself, there would be a lot of problems. Before she met Zhu Zhiyuan, she thought they should be fine, but looking at it now, there are problems everywhere.
Just like an old thatched house, there is air leakage everywhere.
"The first one is Wuji Company." Zhu Zhiyuan paused slightly and said: "Wuji Company, with an investment of one billion, almost used up one-third of the funds obtained from Jintou's auction of old assets, right?"
"Yes." Gong Fenghuang nodded, hesitated, and said, "There should be no problem with Wuji Company's investment."
"You think it's okay because you believed the words of their factory director. The sweeping robots they produce are of first-class quality, leading the world, and very fashionable. Once they are released, they will definitely be enthusiastically sought after by the international community, right?" "
"It should be like this." Gong Fenghuang said with a bit of doubt in his eyes: "The sweeping robot of Wuji Company has advanced concepts. When using a vacuum cleaner for cleaning, it must be held in hand and cannot be kept away from people. However, the sweeping robot only needs to be started and placed in the room. If you don't care about it, you can clean it by itself. This product has other advantages such as technology and brand."
"Wrong." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "The concept is advanced, but technically it cannot be realized. And because of the pursuit of advanced, imported products with many accessories are expensive, and the whole machine is also expensive. As for the so-called brand, you use one It is of no use for foreign brands to OEM for themselves, but they have to pay high licensing fees. Together, this product is horribly expensive."
Seeing Gong Fenghuang about to speak, Zhu Zhiyuan raised his hand and said: "One more thing, you are unlucky. Wuji Factory has already produced the product and is planning to launch it at this year's Canton Fair. It will be an instant success, right?"
"That's their idea." Gong Fenghuang nodded.
"If it was last year, there might be a little hope." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head: "But it won't work this year. It just happened to be a global economic crisis. If it's cheap, it's okay, but this thing is so expensive, who would want it."
"Ah." Gong Fenghuang's face changed color.
This sweeping robot from Wuji Factory is her proudest investment over the years. She is arrogant, has her own way of doing things, and is too high-profile, which makes her very hated.
But she never cared, because in the past eight years, she had turned Jintou into a financial group with an investment of several billion and several hundred million in cash in her account.
A successful person is not criticized. If she is successful, no one can do anything to her.
In her expectation, Wuji Factory would become an instant success and become a super cash cow with annual sales of billions and profits of tens of billions. With this big golden cow in hand, even if she has a slight problem, who would dare to touch her?
But Zhu Zhiyuan now told her that this was just a dream, which made her really hard to accept.
