C91 (1/2)

”Konnie, the situation is so serious, and those hooligans have so many people, if we don't deal with them properly, it will cause a lot of damage to Dix. I think we should call the police?” Tabolte's eyes were filled with worry.

Thinking about all this, Zuo Zixian quickly thought of a plan and decisively rejected Tabolte's suggestion, ”You can't call the police! Now is the critical period for Dix's survival. If the police were to find out and report about it, the entire Dix might be finished. ”

No matter what, she couldn't let her father's life's work be ruined.

”But, such a life-threatening thing has happened, how can we hide it from you?” Tabolte still didn't feel reassured, especially since Zuo Jun was still lying in the hospital. The entire Dix winery was supported by a single girl, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to face it.

By the time it was nearly twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Yiheng had arrived at the station in Strasbourg and was on his way to Paris. Before leaving, he always felt that there was still some worry for Zuo Zixian, so he took out his phone and prepared to give her a call.

However, before he could make a call, Zhou Heng called.

After Ling Yiheng answered the phone, he heard Zhou Heng's somewhat serious voice, ”Boss, something happened in the Dix wine cellar.”

”What?” Ling Yiheng's sharp black eyes suddenly turned cold, ”What's going on?”

”It's like this, I just got the news, the Dix wine cellar fought over the dispute between the workers and the supervisor, and the last worker was somehow crushed by the crane.” It's like this, I just received the news, the Dix wine cellar fought over the conflict between the workers and the supervisor, and the last worker was somehow crushed by the crane.

Ling Yiheng's eyes darkened. He didn't expect such a thing to happen.

”Help me return the ticket and ticket. I'll let you know.” After saying that, Ling Yiheng hung up the phone.

Zhou Heng smiled bitterly on the other end, unsure of whether the news he had told Ling Yiheng was good or bad.

Zuo Zixian was surrounded at the entrance of the wine cellar, sweating profusely, yet unable to do anything for a moment.

In the office of a winery in Strasbourg, a man sat at his desk, lazily smoking a cigar.

Smoke filled the air, and the people who were surrounded had a pair of blue eyes that were cold and evil.

He was like a dormant wild beast, waiting for an opportunity.