Ten minutes later, Tang Ruoxue walked into Zhang's garden.
She left her bodyguard outside the mourning hall, then put on a pair of white shoes and walked in.
The side hall that Zhang had temporarily vacated was in an extremely depressing atmosphere.
The ashes floating in the air, the flickering fireworks, and the freezer placed in the middle made the whole mourning hall look ghostly, cold and terrifying.
What was even colder and more terrifying than the mourning hall was the fierce face hidden in the light and shadow.
In every criss-crossed wrinkle, sadness, irritability and pain flashed, and at a glance it looked like a ghost.
Zhang Haokun, Chairman of Zhang Group.
Zhang Haokun usually looks smiling, no different from Maitreya Buddha, but at this moment, there is no trace of generosity.
In addition to the huge blow caused by his son's death, there was also the phone call he just received from his subordinates.
Zhang's nephews who were sent out to cause trouble actually started a violent conflict and used Molotov cocktails. As a result, they were all arrested by the police.
He angrily scolded a group of guys in his mind that they failed more than they succeeded.
This will not only gain sympathy for Jin Zhilin, but also bring him close attention from the authorities. After all, this kind of thing is too sensitive.
Then he calmed down his emotions and looked at the uninvited guest Tang Ruoxue.
Tang Ruoxue stepped forward, offered incense to Henry Zhang, and then walked to Zhang Haokun:
"Mr. Zhang, people cannot be resurrected after death, so you must show mercy and accept the change."
She also gave a white gift bag to the director.
"Thank you, Mr. Tang, for your concern."
Zhang Haokun obviously knew about Tang Ruoxue, he didn't even raise his eyes and said, "Mr. Tang said he has something to do with me, what is the deal?"
"I want to be able to clear the evidence of Ye Fan."
Tang Ruoxue squatted down, picked up a piece of paper money and put it into the brazier: "The chip is Mr. Zhang's life."
"Asshole!"
Zhang Haokun was furious when he heard this: "Tang Ruoxue, do you know what you are talking about?"
"Ye Fan killed my son, and you came to me to clear his evidence? Are you out of your mind, or are you here to play tricks on me?"
"Besides, I haven't held Datang Yese accountable yet. You have to clear Ye Fan's name first. Do you think I, Zhang Haokun, are weak and can be bullied?"
He glared angrily at the woman in front of him, as if he was ready to tear Tang Ruoxue alive at any moment.
"How can Mr. Zhang be so weak and easy to bully?"
Tang Ruoxue's pretty face showed no emotion at all, and she didn't care at all that Zhang Haokun was angry:
"If Mr. Zhang could bully Zhao Sanchun, Qian Lima, Sun Xiaoyang, Li Jianmin, they would not have grass growing on their graves."
While talking, Tang Ruoxue took out a stack of documents from her handbag, threw them one by one into the brazier and burned them.
There were not only words but also photos on it, which made Zhang Haokun's eyelids twitch.
Others may not know what Tang Ruoxue's name means, but it is a big irritation to Zhang Haokun.
These names are all people who were quietly 'disappeared' by him when he was competing for resources in the early years.
Zhang Haokun's thick chest rose and fell twice, and finally he no longer regarded this woman as a vase.
However, he kept a strong look on his face and sneered:
"You're talking about these people for nothing. After so many years, the grass on the graves has grown two meters long. How can they have half an impact on me?"
"Don't scare me with these things about sesame seeds and rotten millet. Go out and find out if I, Zhang Haokun, have been frightened."
Zhang Haokun threw in a stack of paper money: "But you are also very good, you can dig out such bad things."
Time has passed and time has passed. Tang Ruoxue's pile of information seems useless, but from another perspective, this woman's ability to dig things is frightening.
"I also found it out with the help of my friends."
Tang Ruoxue took out another stack of documents and threw them into the fire one by one:
"I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to still remember them. I don't know who else Mr. Zhang wants to know. I will continue to check and let you feel some of the feelings from back then."
"Wang Xincheng? Ma Dakang? Zhang Xinghai? Ye Qingyang?"
"They all seem to be your former partners. Later, they all either incurred debts or were kicked out by you."
Tang Ruoxue looked at Zhang Haokun and said with a smile: "Alone, they are no match for Mr. Zhang. I wonder if they will surprise Mr. Zhang if they join forces?"
Zhang Haokun's eyelids twitched, and he smiled softly: "Try to see if you can use these to do anything to me."
"By the way, I heard that a person who refused to give you approval later died in a car accident."
Tang Ruoxue continued to speak unhurriedly:
"His two sons had a huge quarrel with you, but unfortunately there was no evidence and the matter was settled."
"I happened to find the driver who caused the accident, and I also happened to contact the whereabouts of his two sons."
"I don't know if Mr. Zhang misses them. I can organize a dinner party for everyone to sit down and have a good chat."
"One more thing, Mr. Zhang seems to like Director Liu's new wife very much. Someone gave me some photos of you coming and going in the middle of the night."
"If Mr. Zhang really likes it, tell me and I will be a matchmaker and let Director Liu make it happen for you."
Tang Ruoxue spoke softly, which seemed to outsiders to be comforting Zhang Haokun, but Zhang Haokun himself had sweaty palms.
He felt like he was being completely stripped naked.
Zhang Haokun never thought that Tang Ruoxue had dug himself so deep and so cruelly, and if these things were revealed, he would no longer need to hang out in Longdu.
The muscles on his face trembled, and he suddenly smiled:
"Mr. Tang, you really worked hard today."
He sighed: "Ye Fan has a good ex-wife."
Tang Ruoxue's tone became indifferent: "I'm just pursuing the truth."
Zhang Haokun's smile turned sinister: "You mean, my son was not killed by Ye Fan, but he sought death on his own initiative?"
Tang Ruoxue said simply and neatly: "Yes!"
Zhang Haokun's eyes turned cold, veins protruded from the hand holding the paper money, and he stared at Tang Ruoxue: "You can even pour dirty water on a dead person?"
"I'm not throwing dirty water, it's a fact."
Tang Ruoxue took out another piece of information, placed it in front of Zhang Haokun and said:
"I bought a report for one million. Henry Zhang is HIV-positive and has reached the advanced stage. He doesn't have a few days to live."
"I was surprised at first, how could a drunkard like Henry Zhang use his life to frame Ye Fan."
"After seeing this report, I have the answer."
"He had a grudge with Mark. It's not surprising that his last bit of life was used as a gunman to frame Mark."
"This can also be seen from Mr. Zhang's face. You are miserable, you are in pain, you are entangled, but you lack the hatred for Mark."
"A real white-haired person who sends a black-haired person will only think about bringing the murderer to justice or cutting him into pieces. How can he care about his own fate?"
"The fact that you can stay rational and listen to my story without beating me up with a stick shows that you have expected that your son will die."
Tang Ruoxue said softly: "Mr. Zhang, right?"
Zhang Haokun avoided the seriousness and shouted softly: "If you think Ye Fan was wronged, just take this medical examination report and clear Ye Fan's suspicion!"
Tang Ruoxue was very honest: "This report is not ironclad evidence and cannot be cleared."
Zhang Haokun sneered: "You have no evidence, so who can you blame?"
Tang Ruoxue looked at Zhang Haokun: "But you do!"
Zhang Haokun stood up, stared at Tang Ruoxue and shouted:
"Tang Ruoxue, what do you mean?"
"My son is dead, do I have evidence that he committed suicide?"
He was furious: "What kind of nonsense logic are you talking about?"
"That's right!"
Tang Ruoxue was unmoved:
"Although Henry Zhang is a playboy, he is not a stupid person."
"For a person who seeks pleasure like him, he cherishes life more than many people. Under normal circumstances, he will not die until the last moment."
"The reason why he is willing to use his own life to set up a trap must be because the mastermind behind the scenes promised huge benefits."
"A dead person cannot enjoy this kind of benefit."
Her pretty face was very serious: "He can't enjoy it, so the only beneficiary is you, the father."
"What nonsense? You are just speculating on yourself."
Zhang Haokun looked fierce: "Besides, even if Henry Zhang set up a trap with others, how could he tell my father?"
"Tell me alive and I will definitely stop him. No matter how late it is, I still want him to live a few more days."
He snorted: "After he dies, there is no need for him to tell me. After the benefits are paid, what does it matter if I know? Telling me is just to cause trouble."
"No, he will definitely explain this to you."
Tang Ruoxue faced Zhang Haokun's anger calmly:
"The most important reason for me to explain to you is to prevent those behind the scenes from denying their account."
"If Henry Zhang doesn't explain this matter properly, what if the mastermind behind the scenes is playing tricks on him after he jumps off the building? Wouldn't his death be in vain?"
"And in order for the mastermind behind the scenes to successfully redeem his promise, he will definitely leave behind the other party's clues."
"I think the handle behind the scenes that instigated Henry Zhang to frame Ye Fan must be in Mr. Zhang's hands at this moment..."
These few words were like a thorn piercing Zhang Haokun's heart.
"Hahaha--"
Zhang Haokun suddenly laughed and gave Tang Ruoxue a thumbs up:
"The heads of the thirteen branches of the Tang Sect are indeed no vase. Their imaginations are richer than ordinary people's."
"I'm just telling you, there is no evidence!"
"Mr. Tang, are you disappointed?"
"Those things you just said can at most make me lose my reputation and my wealth, but they can't destroy me."
His voice suddenly sank: "I'll lose five hundred to myself, but I'll kill Ye Fan a thousand, it's worth it."
"This morning, you sent people to demonstrate at the gate of Jin Zhilin. The crowd clashed. The medical center was burned down and several people were injured."
Tang Ruoxue's expression remained unchanged: "Your behavior has touched the official nerves, and you are now being closely watched by them."
Zhang Haokun suddenly raised his head, with an old face, without any kindness, cruel and vicious:
"I asked how the members of the Zhang family could cause such a big trouble. Now it seems that it was Mr. Tang's handiwork, but is this useful?"
"So what if the authorities are watching me?"
He put on a stubborn stance: "From now on, I will abide by the law and will not make trouble. Are you going to bite me?"
"If I tell them again..."
Tang Ruoxue directly defeated Zhang Haokun's last line of defense:
"Thirty years ago, Zhang Facai, the thief of the century who robbed a gold shop in Qincheng, now changed his name to Zhang Haokun..."
