Title: Reborn in Handong, Starting with an Investment in Gao Yuliang

"very good."

Liang Cheng said in a deep voice.

"Listen carefully now."

"No matter what method you use."

"We must comfort the injured driver and his family."

"Tell them that the company will take full responsibility; we'll cover all medical expenses, lost wages, and nutritional expenses."

"In addition, we will give you another 20,000 yuan as a consolation payment."

"But there's one condition."

Liang Cheng paused, his tone turning icy.

"Reporters will be coming to interview you later."

"Teach them how to speak."

"I'm going to cry! I'm going to be miserable!"

"I want to protest my innocence to the camera!"

"Just say they are laid-off workers who finally found a job to support their families."

"As a result, they got their legs broken and were even accused of taking away their livelihoods!"

"Ask this society if there's still any law!"

"Ask those officials if they even care about the lives of ordinary people!"

Zhao Ming was stunned as he listened on the other end of the phone.

Immediately, a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

high!

That's brilliant!

This places the victim on a moral high ground.

This is exploiting the sympathy of the entire society to put Zhao Ruilong on trial!

In this era.

Laid-off workers are already one of the most sensitive and painful issues in society.

Liang Cheng's move.

It's like throwing a torch into a powder keg!

"Brother Cheng, I understand!"

Zhao Ming said through gritted teeth.

"That driver's older brother is an honest man; he was crying the whole time."

"I'll make him cry his heart out!"

hang up the phone.

Liang Cheng walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

Looking out at the pitch-black night.

His eyes gleamed with a light deeper than the night.

Zhao Lichun.

You want to play power games?

Then I'll play the public opinion game with you!

In this era without the Internet.

Newspapers and television are absolute truths.

Tomorrow morning.

When this report, filled with blood and tears, is placed on the dining tables of countless households.

When those shocking images appeared on the television screen.

I'd like to see.

You, Zhao Lichun, are such a great Buddha.

Can't you sit still?!

......

In the upscale villa district of Jingzhou, the night was as deep as a pool of ink that could not be dissolved.

Zhao Xiaohui, dressed in a silk nightgown, looked at her good-for-nothing younger brother with a furrowed brow.

Where was the slightest bit of the imposing manner that Zhao Ruilong usually exuded as "Young Master Zhao" at this moment?

He slumped onto the sofa, holding his head in his hands, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The ashtray on the coffee table was already overflowing with cigarette butts.

"Sis... this has really blown up."

Zhao Ruilong's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"I just received news that the province has set up a special task force, saying they're going to crack down hard! And it was personally approved by Lu Kangcheng!"

Zhao Xiaohui took a deep breath and suppressed her anger.

"Are you scared now?"

"I've told you to tone it down, but you just ignore me!"

"Go and provoke Liang Cheng? Don't you even know what time it is!"

Zhao Ruilong raised his head, his face showing grievance and panic.

"Sis, I didn't do anything!"

"I'm just so angry, I want to make him feel disgusted."

"Who knew Liang Cheng was so cunning! A few dead rats, and he managed to accuse him of 'poisoning'! And that road bully, he just stopped a car, how did that become sabotage of reform?"

"This is clearly the Liang family using this as an excuse to ruin me!"

Zhao Xiaohui looked at him coldly.

"So you know it's the Liang family who's setting you up?"

"Then why are you handing them leverage over you?"

"Alright, enough nonsense. Spit out everything you've done! If you dare to hide a single word, not even a god can save you!"

Zhao Ruilong, trembling, confessed everything about instructing Fatty Liu to poison the goods and hiring roadblocks to intercept the logistics truck.

Done.

He grabbed Zhao Xiaohui's arm as if it were a lifeline.

"Sis, you have to save me! I really didn't show up; it was Fatty Liu who contacted them!"

"If the investigation team finds out I'm involved, Dad will definitely beat me to death!"

Zhao Xiaohui shook off his hand and paced back and forth in the living room.

After a while.

She abruptly stopped, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.

"Since you haven't personally intervened, there's still a chance for things to turn around."

"remember!"

Zhao Xiaohui stared intently into Zhao Ruilong's eyes.

"This whole thing was Liu the Fatty's idea from beginning to end!"

"He acted on his own initiative to curry favor with you!"

"You knew about it, but you didn't take it seriously, and you certainly didn't instruct anyone!"

"Only in this way can we get you out of this mess!"

Zhao Ruilong nodded repeatedly, as if pounding garlic.

Just then.

Om-!

The mobile phone on the table suddenly started vibrating, emitting a piercing sound in the quiet living room.

Zhao Ruilong was so startled that he almost rolled off the sofa.

He glanced at the screen, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Yes...it's Dad."

Zhao Xiaohui glared at him: "Answer it! Put it on speakerphone!"

Zhao Ruilong pressed the answer button shakily, his voice trembling: "Feed... Dad."

On the other end of the phone.

Zhao Lichun's voice, suppressed with anger, came through, deep and terrifying.

"Where are you?"

These three simple words exude an unquestionable authority.

"I...I'm with my second sister," Zhao Ruilong stammered.

"Get back here right now."

beep...

The call was immediately disconnected.

Zhao Ruilong stared at the dial tone on his phone, and his whole body went limp.

"Sister... I'm afraid to go back, Dad will kill me!"

"Hide? Where can you hide?"

Zhao Xiaohui, exasperated, pulled him up. "Come on! I'll go back with you! You have to get past this!"

......

Half an hour later.

The Zhao family's old residence.

The living room was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Zhao Lichun sat in the armchair, his face ashen.

He held a teacup in his hand, but didn't drink from it, staring coldly at Zhao Ruilong kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Ruilong knelt on the thick carpet, not daring to lift his head, cold sweat dripping down his nose.

Zhao Xiaohui stood to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

"Speak."

Zhao Lichun slowly spoke, "Was it you who caused the commotion tonight?"

Zhao Ruilong trembled, and just as he was about to speak, Zhao Lichun slammed the teacup down at his feet!

Snapped!

Porcelain shards flew everywhere!

The scalding tea splashed all over Zhao Ruilong, but he didn't even dare to dodge.

"You bastard!"

Zhao Lichun suddenly stood up, pointed at Zhao Ruilong's nose, and started cursing.

"Are you complaining that I'm too comfortable in this position?"

"Do they want the Zhao family to die even sooner?"

"Going against the grain at this time! Are you out of your mind?!"

"I told you a thousand times to behave yourself during this period, and you just ignored me?!"

Zhao Ruilong was so frightened that he burst into tears.

"Dad! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

"I'm just so angry at that bastard Liang Cheng..."

"You still dare to mention Liang Cheng?"

Zhao Lichun's chest heaved with anger. "What is Liang Cheng's status now? He's a reform benchmark set up by the Provincial Party Committee!"

"And you? What are you?"

"Poisoning? Roadblock tactics?"

"You'd resort to such despicable tactics? You've utterly disgraced me!"