The next morning, Longdu, Chaoyang Prisoner's Court.
On a seven-story rooftop facing the east, Wang Qiaochu was sitting on a chair.
He wore disposable gloves on both hands and ate chicken legs.
One bite of chicken, the teeth are excellent, and the mouth is full of oil.
"Brother, eat slowly, no one will snatch you."
Seeing Wang Qiao, Chu Feng swept the clouds to eat, Wang Qingwu, who was serving chicken soup next to him, whispered:
“This whole ginseng chicken stew is yours.”
"Is the food in this prison yard that bad? It makes you greedy like African refugees."
While complaining to Wang Qiaochu, she put the chicken soup in front of him.
"You don't understand!"
"Although the food in this prison yard is good and even considered exquisite, it is light and unreasonable."
Wang Qiaochu threw a chicken bone on the table and bluntly scolded the prison administration:
"These bastards are not invited by chefs, but nutritionists."
"Each one by one formulates recipes for the physical condition of the prisoner's physical examination."
"I either eat purple potato corn or chicken breasts without fat all day long."
"Eating a few shrimps occasionally is just a little hot, and there is no sauce yet."
"Your brother, I look like I'm big fish and meat every day, but in fact I don't have any oil or water in my stomach."
While speaking, he picked up the chicken soup and started drinking it.
The mellow and hot soup entered his mouth, and he showed a satisfied expression.
This is not only enough oil and water, but also reminds him of his childhood.
When he was young, he often went to his grandfather's small yard to study in the afternoon. He kept him there every time he ate ginseng and stewed chicken.
The slippery chicken legs, the mellow chicken soup, and grandpa's expectant gaze were his best time.
Thinking of Wang Baoguo, Wang Qiaochu calmed down a little, and then looked at his sister gently:
"I heard that your Wang Liquor Industry has been listed overseas?"
He asked, "Is it still going well?"
“It’s going well.”
Wang Qingwu whispered: "It was listed a week ago, with an issue price of 66.8 yuan and a market value of 300 billion yuan."
"Three hundred billion?"
Wang Qiaochu subconsciously stopped when he heard this, and was surprised by his sister's score:
"Moutai's market value is only more than 2 trillion yuan. Are you a small company that has been in more than a year and has a market value of 300 billion yuan?"
"Is this your market too crazy, or is it your sister, please be happy to find me?"
This achievement is far beyond the glory he had when he was in charge of the Wang Group.
Wang Qiaochu originally thought that after his sister took over the Wang group, she would be a small fight and barely even after a year.
With Wang Qingwu's pattern and ability, it is impossible for the Wang Group to have any great development. Being able to hold on to her limit is her limit.
This is also the reason why he has not paid much attention to the development of the Wang Group since he was imprisoned.
He was going to wait for his sister to hit the wall before teaching her.
Moreover, he has always been determined. Grandpa asked his sister to take charge of the Wang group, but he just wanted to criticize his collectivity.
But unexpectedly, the little girl was just a half-dead wine industry, with a market value of 300 billion yuan as soon as it was listed.
Wang Qiaochu had to sigh that the world had changed so much, and at the same time he also smelled the breath of time growing up in his sister.
"The stock price has hit the daily limit for three consecutive days, and it is no difficulty to break the trillion-dollar market value next year."
Wang Qingwu spoke with a hesitation: "It's not until the end of the year, and the profits of Wang's Group have tripled."
"This is the peak year of the Wang Group."
"The fact that Wang's wine industry can be so crazy has nothing to do with me and Wang's family, mainly because of Ye Fan's credit."
"It was his first-line secret recipe that opened Truman's market, and then opened the markets of China and the whole world."
"Wang's Wine Industry can be listed overseas, and Chu Shuai gave Ye Fan a face and settled all the levels."
"You know, anything that makes money will be filled with a bunch of world giants."
"If you don't give them food, blood and meat, they will stop you from going public and even destroy you."
"But once you invest in them, you will be kicked out by them."
"So Ye Fan asked Chu Shuai to help..."
Wang Qingwu gave his brother another bowl of chicken soup, and uncontrollably talked about Ye Fan's goodness.
Just thinking that after Ye Fan fell into the Huangni River and had not found him, Wang Qingwu's eyes became wet and red again.
When Wang Qiaochu heard his sister talk about Ye Fan's goodness and his contribution to the Wang Group, he had no gratitude on his face.
On the contrary, a trace of cruelty flashed deep in his eyes.
Then he changed his subject: "I already know the Huanggutun explosion. Haven't Ye Fan and Uncle Feng found it yet?"
"The bodies of Uncle Feng and Zheng Qiankun and others have been found, and they will be transported back to Longdu for burial today."
Wang Qingwu's eyes became even redder, and she bit her red lips and responded softly:
"Ye Fan, Song Hongyan and Tang Pingfan have no whereabouts yet."
"I have found hundreds of miles of river and no one has been seen."
"I hope Ye Fan is still alive."
"But rescue experts said that after this big explosion, the dike was poured out again, and it was difficult for the gods to survive."
If she hadn't cried for three or four days, she wouldn't have the courage to say that Ye Fan wouldn't survive, and it would be even more impossible to control her emotions.
You know, when he heard that Ye Fan fell into the river, Wang Qingwu flew from a special plane abroad to West China overnight.
If Wang Baoguo had made thirteen calls to her and asked her to help Longdu preside over daily affairs, it would have been estimated that Wang Qing's dance party had been spent in West China.
"The damn person has no whereabouts, and the damn person has died."
Hearing Wang Sanfeng's death, Wang Qiaochu tightened his fists slightly.
He still has some feelings for Wang Sanfeng and has received a lot of protection from him over the years.
Now that he is dead, Wang Qiaochu feels a little sad.
"What's the latest situation in West China?"
Soon, Wang Qiaochu calmed down again and asked casually: "The key point is to find someone?"
"Yes, all parties are still searching, and they will find Ye Fan and Tang Pingfan and the others at any cost."
Wang Qingwu did not hide from his brother: "But the three cornerstones and five major universities have also set up an investigation team."
"Zhao Mingyue serves as the team leader."
"I heard that she caught a lot of people yesterday and killed a lot of people."
"He dug out many shameful channels for poisonous gas, oil, and arms."
She added: "Several important backbones of our Wang family have also been affected!"
Wang Qiaochu's movements were slightly absent: "This Zhao Mingyue is not simple."
"All parties have given her the right to act cheaply, and she can also take action first and report later."
Wang Qingwu exhaled a long breath:
"So Zhao Mingyue acted decisively and no one dared to disobey her."
"Several suspect targets were slightly stubborn and confronted, and she was shot over without any mercy."
"Wang Jianxin, a senior oil veteran who has been retiring for many years, was also broken by her because she was relying on her seniority."
Wang Qingwu informed his brother about the situation of the investigation team over the past two days.
"How dare she be so arrogant?"
Wang Qiaochu's face changed: "That's the respected old minister of the Wang family, and he is also the old man's first secretary."
"There is no way. She is the leader of the investigation team and holds the Shangfang sword. What's even more terrifying is that she is a little crazy if she loses Ye Fan."
Wang Qingwu smiled bitterly: "Grandpa cherishes Wang Jianxin but has no choice but to do anything."
"She also told the suspects who were taken down that there was no suspicion in her investigation team."
"If you want to escape, they can only prove their innocence."
"If you can't prove yourself, that's the attacker's accomplice, kill him or her."
"She is not afraid of the suspect's death, nor is she afraid of the clues being interrupted. Everyone can show their ambitions by death, as long as they can make up their minds to die."
"For her, it's better to die, it means that this person has a bigger problem."
"She can pull his relatives and friends into the deep investigation, and she will definitely dig out deeper and more valuable clues."
"And she believes that some people are not afraid of death, but there will definitely be people who are afraid of death."
"When a person who is afraid of death finds that seeking death cannot be done, but instead, the investigation team will conduct in-depth investigations, the person who is afraid of death will definitely kneel down and confess."
"That's true. I heard that many people were killed by head-on death yesterday, but some people survived."
“The investigation team made great progress as a result.”
Wang Qingwu sighed: "I don't know what the survivors say."
"Woo--"
Before Wang Qingwu could finish his words, Wang Qiaochu's eyes suddenly jumped.
He jumped over his sister's shadow and landed at the gate of the prison yard.
In the field of vision, twelve jeeps drove in slowly, either slowly, but with a murderous aura.
Even though they are far apart, he can see the shadow of Zhao Mingyue...