Zhang Changwen left Shi Wu’s WeChat message and said that he would send it to her immediately as soon as the Lin family’s 100,000 yuan arrived.
In the afternoon, when Shi Wu stuck her butt out and spread rat poison all over the house, a policeman came in and said he wanted to investigate Aunt Wang upstairs.
"Her children said they haven't contacted her in two days. They don't know what the situation is. Does any of you have any clues?"
What can Shigiri say?
That she was accidentally killed by a thief and her body was thrown into a sewer outside the city?
"Sorry, I just moved here two days ago and I'm not familiar with her."
The police asked again, but Zhang Changwen appeared in time: "Comrade, are you talking about an aunt riding a tricycle..."
He brought the topic away at the right time.
After the police left, he walked in carrying a bunch of gift boxes.
"Ms. Shi, why don't you move out? Look, this place is full of rats. It's dirty and messy, and the neighbors are uncivilized. Oh, by the way, the Lin family's 100,000 yuan has been paid into their account."
He handed over a bank card with both hands.
"There are a total of 150,000 in this card, 100,000 belongs to the Lin family, 50,000 belongs to me..."
"your?"
"It's like this. I have an acquaintance who wanted your help after hearing about Lin Jiahui's incident." Zhang Changwen was a little embarrassed: "Same as last time, these 50,000 yuan are hard work. It doesn't matter whether you answer it or not, Miss Shi." Promise, 50,000 yuan will be yours!"
Shigiri's pupils were a little more playful.
The last time he asked me for help, he gave me five hundred yuan as hard work fee.
This time the shot was for 50,000 yuan.
It seems that the people who want to help this time are more important than last time.
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Shiwu followed Zhang Changwen into a special care ward.
"His name is Beichen Hanyuan. He fell from the top floor of the school three months ago..." Zhang Changwen sighed endlessly as he looked at the boy on the hospital bed.
Beichen Hanyuan is the adopted son of the founder of Beichen Group. He was smart since he was a child and skipped grades all the way. At the age of 13, he skipped grades and entered Linzhou's No. 1 key high school. He was the first candidate to be recommended to Qingbei.
But now he has pale skin, tubes inserted into his mouth and nose, and various instruments connected to his body.
"Although he saved his life, he became a vegetative state. His family wants to know whether his fall was suicide or man-made, and what happened during the time when he fell..."
"You should contact the police for these matters. This is the scope of police investigation." Shigiri tore open the candy wrapper of the lollipop, bit the lollipop, and folded the wrapper into a paper crane.
"The police gave the result...suicide."
"He did not commit suicide. People who commit suicide have no desire to live and will not become a vegetable!"
The ward next door.
Beichenke saw this scene in the video, and his heart jumped to 150 with excitement.
Since his son's accident, his health has deteriorated day by day, and he can only live in a nursing home like his son.
He asked his secretary to ask for Shigiri.
The secretary hesitated: "Chairman, do you want to invite the Third Master over first?"
"Why are you looking for him? I'm not dead yet. I'm still the head of the Beichen family. It's not his turn to speak to Beichen Yan!"
The secretary quickly agreed and went to the next ward to invite Zhang Changwen and Shiwu over.
Ignoring the pleasantries, Beichenke went straight to the point: "Miss Shi, are you sure my son did not commit suicide?"
"No, his soul is trapped and has been struggling in the darkness. People who commit suicide have no such desire to survive and cannot struggle."
Soul? Trapped?
Normally, Beichenke would not believe this, but now, he would rather believe it.
"Miss Shi, can you save him? As long as you save him, I will pay you any amount!"
"I don't want money!" Shigiri's answer was unexpected: "I only do transactions."
"Deal? What deal? You said, as long as I, Beichenke, can do it, I will definitely do it!"
"I want Beichen Yan to cancel his engagement with Lin Minuo!"
Beichen Yan is the third son of Beichenke and the third brother of Beichen Hanyuan. The engagement party with Lin Minuo a year ago shocked the entire entertainment industry.
The room suddenly became very quiet.
Beichenke's expression became much more solemn.
He lowered his eyes and concealed the emotion in his eyes: "Miss Shi, the marriage between Beichen Yan and Lin Minuo is a promise I made to my old friend..."
"I agree!"
A low, hoarse voice came from outside the door, and the man pushed open the door and entered.
He was wearing a black silk shirt, with three buttons loosened at the collar, and a star pendant necklace was exposed at the corner. The whole person showed a delicate sense of relaxation.
It was summer, but he wore a pair of black leather gloves and walked to the bed quietly and coldly.
"As long as I can save Han Yuan, I agree to the deal to terminate the engagement!"
"Beichen Yan, this marriage was decided by me. You have no right to cancel it just by saying it is cancelled!"
"You also said that this is your arranged marriage. Dad, you know that I have no feelings for that woman. Why did I agree to get engaged in the first place? You know better than me!"
Beichen Yan's arms were supporting the railing at the head of the bed, and he was leaning in front of his father.
"Now people outside are saying that I harmed the fourth child and that I want to monopolize the Beichen family's property. Therefore, as long as he wakes up, I am happy to make this deal."
Shi Wu stood in the corner, peeled off a lollipop, and ate it when he found Zhang Changwen looking at him.
"one comes?"
Zhang Changwen shook his head.
He was not in the mood to eat right now.
Beichen Yan is a well-known rebellious son of the Beichen family, and he has always been at odds with his old father.
If Beichenyan's mother hadn't passed away the year before last and Beichenke took this opportunity to put pressure, Beichenyan wouldn't have agreed to get engaged to Lin Minuo!
"Time is also fate. Why are you so nervous about their family affairs? Does it look good?" Shigiri folded the lollipop paper into a paper crane again.
Show off to Zhang Changwen.
Zhang Changwen smiled reluctantly and gave a thumbs up.
Beichenke thought for a long time and suddenly lowered his head: "Miss Shi, stay here and you all go out."
When Bei Chenyan left, he gave Shi Wu a meaningful look: "Miss Shi, I wish us success."
After they left, Beichenke's expression became even more solemn: "My old friend and I had a promise, so we agreed to the marriage between the third child and Lin Minuo."
"I don't force others to do anything, you can hire another expert!"
"No, no, no, Miss Shi, I mean, at the risk of my reputation as a treacherous person... please help me find Han Yuan!"
"Deal! Now let's talk about the tail contract that comes with the deal!!"
"..."
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Beichen Yan asked his assistant to buy two cups of coffee, and sat in the lobby of the nursing home with Zhang Changwen to wait.
"Lawyer Zhang, when did you start dealing with these goddesses?"
"Mr. Beichen, I understand what you mean, but please believe me, Miss Shi is definitely not an ordinary master. She was the one who found Lin Jiahui's corpse case a few days ago."
Beichen Yan lowered his eyelids: "I heard that the will lawyer chosen by the old man this time is not you!"
"No, no, no, this has nothing to do with my career," Zhang Changwen instantly felt embarrassed: "I'm not doing these things because I didn't get the old man's contract. The fact is, it was the old man who took the initiative to ask me out and wanted me to contact Miss Shi. of……"
Looking at Bei Chen Yan's eyes, it seemed that he was a despicable villain who secretly acted to steal business from his peers.
Shiwu came over with a lollipop in his mouth, and Zhang Changwen quickly stood up: "How's it going? What did the old man say?"
Shiwu put the sugar paper paper crane into Beichen Yan's hand: "Take it, maybe it can save your brother's life at the critical moment!"
"Hmm!" Bei Chenyan twitched his fingers in disgust.
The assistant quickly came over and took the paper crane away, and wiped his gloves with a disinfectant paper towel.
Zhang Changwen covered his face with his hands in embarrassment: "Third Master has mysophobia and doesn't like to touch others! Even indirect contact is not allowed!"
