C1 (1/2)
”Number thirty-six, someone is visiting!”
The man leaning against the gray wall raised his head slightly when he heard this. Then he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, ”Officer, I don't want to receive any visits.”
”His name is Huo Tinton. He said you should want to see him.”
After a long while, the man still didn't say anything. He turned his face to the side in the room that only allowed the sunlight to shine through a small window, making him look really gloomy and dejected.
The guard sighed, shook his head, and turned to leave. Suddenly, he heard someone from behind say, ”Wait.”
When he saw Ye Zhenyun appear on the other side of the glass, Huo Ting Dong narrowed his eyes and threw the cigarette that was burning in his mouth onto the ground. He stomped his shiny black shoes twice before he slowly sat down on the chair and picked up the phone.
After being imprisoned for half a month, the once high-spirited man's hair had turned white.
Ye Zhenyun sneered, ”Of course not compared to young master Huo.”
Huo Ting Dong coldly snorted. His slender fingers loosened his tie as he indifferently opened his mouth …
”Now that things have come to this, what can you do about it?”
”But right now, I can't do anything other than brooding over it.”
”Ye Zhenyun” The man squinted his eyes, ”You should understand that I was only the last straw that pushed the camel to this point.”
A hint of pain flashed across Ye Zhenyun's eyes, he suddenly sighed, his body fell backwards onto the back of the chair.
He also understood that without Huo Tindong, there would also be Liu Tindong, Zhang Tindong, and an enterprise. If it broke down from the roots, anyone could push it to the ground.
The Ye Clan looked like the sun in the sky. In fact, they were like tigers without a shell. They couldn't even protect themselves in such a dangerous situation.
In the early years, when most of the hotels and tourism projects were being developed, the real estate industry was in good shape and could be considered to have made a few profits, but the merchants were always like this, eating a little bit of dessert before starting to lose control.
The initial profit stimulus caused them to invest a lot of money to build the commodity buildings, the refined buildings, as well as all kinds of stalls and playgrounds. As a result, these completed high-rise buildings were beaten back into the winter by the economic crisis and the ”housing bubble” before they could usher in their first spring.
The money had been put in, but it could not be taken back.
The company still had to run, the staff still had to eat, and the directors were busy trying to placate.
All of a sudden, the Ye estate, which used to be a powerful force in Song City, became a ”shell company” that relied on bank loans to survive.
Having no money was not the most frightening thing.
The most terrifying thing was the internal conflict.
The four sons of the Ye family all wanted to beat up the head of the Ye family. As a result, a confrontation between human nature and the Ye family's head appeared.
Actually, sometimes, the closer one was to heaven, the more one could feel the Infernal Realm.
The appearance of bright and beautiful envelop inside decayed and decayed, it must be gradually going to death.
Ye Zhenyun was the final victim of this ”Four Children Stealing the Realm”.
Making counterfeit accounts, dealing in drugs, dealing in gambling within the jurisdiction.
The crimes were enough for him to die once.
In fact, he had already expected such a day to come. However, Ye Zhenyun did not expect that the person who pushed him onto the ”normal path” would be this man who would call him brother every day and talk about cooperation and friendship.
Ye Zhenyun could feel a chill down his spine just thinking about Huo Tindong's gentle and harmless smile.
This man was too terrifying.
A businessman can treat acting as life.
If he didn't succeed, the heavens wouldn't allow it.
He wanted to take a cigarette, but when he touched the hard fabric, he realized that this was no longer the high-quality suit, and he was no longer the leader of the Ye Clan. His hands hung limply, and the man's face had a deep sense of frustration and embarrassment.
”What other wish do you have?”
Ye Zhenyun will be executed in half a year.
The man smiled wryly
”Can I trust you?”
”You can only trust me now.”
That was the truth.
The Ye Family's fallen monkeys were scattered, everyone only cared about their own safety. For a death sentence like Ye Zhenyun, who would dare to come over and talk about trust in him.
Ye Zhenyun shook his head and sighed. Sometimes, he had to admit that Huo Tindong's charisma was too great.
He is a person who makes your front teeth itch and your back feet subconsciously choose to believe in anything they encounter.
Even now, when he knew that this person was notifying the disciplinary committee, notifying the directors, notifying the big banks, and sending his Ye Group to the top and bottom, he still felt that if he could entrust some things to him, it would be the most reassuring thing to do.
Even though this person was only twenty-three years old.
After a moment of silence, Ye Zhenyun slowly said, ”I do have something that I want to ask of you.”
”Oh?” He leaned over, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and leaned back in his chair.
”Tell me about it.”
Ye Zhenyun clenched his teeth
”I'm telling you, not just for you to hear.”
The man smiled but said nothing. The young and handsome face flashed with an experience and profoundness that was out of line with age.
Ye Zhenyun cursed under his breath.