"I thought you didn't want to open your eyes and look at me."
Seeing Murong Wuxin's eyes sparkling with light, Song Hongyan smiled charmingly.
"Are you trying to say that you don't understand what I want to say?"
"It's okay. You look good today and I'm free too. We can chat slowly."
Song Hongyan took the ring back from the cartilage and watched as a drop of transparent liquid was mixed with the needle water and injected into Murong Wuxin's body.
"These days, although Ye Fan is working hard in West China and I am in charge of Xiangguo, my eyes have not fallen on West China for a day."
"Because I came out early to work hard in the world, and I am more aware of the terrible dark waves in West China."
"A lot of big shots have capsized in the gutter here."
"I can't let anything happen to Mark."
"So I not only arranged for the Fan Baizhan team to protect him secretly, but I also found time to digest Hua Xi's information every day."
"At the same time, I often contact Tang Shi'er to understand Huaxi Murong's strength and your character."
"I have to say, God rewards hard work."
"After staying up seven or eight nights and reading dozens of kilograms of information, I have a great understanding of Huaxi and my uncle."
Song Hongyan looked at the old man whose eyes were getting clearer and brighter and smiled:
"Now I even know how many dogs and birds Hua Ximurong keeps."
For Ye Fan, she always goes all out.
Murong Wuxin's eyelids twitched, and he neither fell asleep nor remained silent.
He smiled hard: "Really? Do you know everything about Hua Xi and me?"
He looked haggard, his voice was hoarse, and it hurt when he touched his wounds when he spoke, but his eyes had a cold glow.
"After decades of development, 80% of the resources in West China have been mined, and the primitive accumulation of the three tycoons has reached a bottleneck."
Song Hongyan got up from the chair, walked to the window and opened some curtains to let in some light from outside:
"You have made a lot of money, especially your uncle, who is the head of the three tycoons. Your wealth is almost as much as that of the two tycoons combined."
"But equally, your hands are stained with the blood of countless people."
"There are no resources to dig out, there are many enemies, and the five major families are eyeing each other. The three tycoons have been thinking about a way out in the past few years."
"Uncle, you are even more worried."
"Because you are still a traitor in the eyes of the Tang Clan and the Murong family."
"Once you, uncle, have finished harvesting the resources in West China, the Tang Clan and the Murong family will pick the fruits without mercy."
"No matter how big your family fortune is, no matter how much wealth you have, it is still a wedding dress for the Tang family and the Murong family."
Song Hongyan did not hide much and directly stated the plan of the five major families to carve up West China.
The Tang clan and the Murong clan swallowed up Murong of West China, while the four Zheng clans stared at Nangong and Ouyang.
Murong Wuxin's breathing quickened slightly, and a trace of anger flashed across his face, as if he was unwilling to be unable to fight.
But he quickly restrained his emotions to avoid causing pain by involving his injuries.
"I know my uncle is unwilling to give in, and I would be unhappy too."
Song Hongyan walked back from the window, glanced at the hose, and then smiled at Murong Wuxin:
"It's just that Huaxi Murong seems to have strong soldiers, horses, guns, money and money, but my uncle and grandfather's lineage is withering, and it is difficult to resist the pressure of everyone."
"In the past few years, you have been very anxious and eager to break the situation. It feels like the execution day of a death sentence is slowly coming."
"Especially when we see Nangong and Ouyang planning to build a back garden in Xiong Country..."
"You are about to lose two powerful allies who can serve as shields, and you will be even more unable to eat or sleep."
"It's just that you can't go to the Bear Country to retire like the other two families."
"Because once you reveal your intention to evacuate West China, your illusion of repenting and accepting your fate in the small ruined temple will be shattered."
"Murong Yanran, who you secretly cultivated for ten years with a pure heart, will also die violently."
Her gaze suddenly became sharp, piercing Murong Wuxin's heart like a silver needle.
This made Murong Wuxin's breath hitch.
There is no doubt that the last few sentences revealed Murong Wuxin's secret.
"Besides, Tang Men and Murong Ben have completely different attitudes towards the two families than you do."
Song Hongyan took in Murong Wuxin's expression in her eyes, then returned to her usual smile and said:
"With the Nangong family unable to transfer most of their wealth, they took their nephews and family members to retreat to Xiong Country to save their lives——"
"The five families may have looked at their decades of hard work and the Arctic Chamber of Commerce, so they stopped killing them all because of their high status."
"Murong Huaxi... let alone fleeing to the Bear Country, even if he fled to the Eagle Country, the Tang Clan would still kill them all."
"When you blocked the sword for Tang Sanguo back then, the Tang Clan and the Murong family were destined not to let you die a good death."
"You know this and you have seen through this..."
"So without proper deployment and the right time, you won't make any misunderstandings on the surface."
"But just because you appear calm on the surface doesn't mean you're really behaving yourself."
"You secretly have a close relationship with the Arctic Chamber of Commerce."
"I spent tens of millions to dig out a little-known secret."
"When you were young, you took your girlfriend to climb Mount Everest and met the Tolaskis at the 'Red Dress'."
"Then there was a moderate snowstorm."
"It's just that the wind and snow are not that strong, but it will still cause harm to you."
"Tolarsky has fluid in his lungs, his wife hit her head, and your little girlfriend sprained her foot."
"You're fine, but you're not strong enough to take three people down the mountain, and you can't take your little girlfriend down the mountain with a sprained foot."
"More than half of the rations are also missing, which is only enough for four people for three days."
"In the next two days, you asked for help from several groups of climbers passing by, but no one was willing to increase your own risk."
"After all, in that kind of place and that kind of environment, it's easy to get hung up on taking care of yourself, and it's even easier to seek death by helping others."
"It's just two days later, when everyone is convinced that the four of you have run out of ammunition and food, and are not freezing to death or starving to death -"
"You support Tolasky and appear at the supply camp at the bottom of the mountain."
"Tolasky owes you a big favor for this!"
While Song Hongyan was speaking, she took out her mobile phone and pulled up a photo that had turned yellow for a long time.
The photo showed two young men sitting in a tent.
Looking at this photo, Murong Wuxin clenched his fists slightly, and then sighed:
"You can also find out what happened in the old almanac. She is indeed Tang Pingfan's daughter."
He indirectly admitted his relationship with Tolasky.
"Thank you, uncle, for the compliment."
Song Hongyan smiled lightly: "Actually, it's not easy to find out how much you have this intersection. I spent tens of millions on it."
"I had some interactions with Tolarsky, but it happened many years ago."
Murong Wuxin was calm and calm: "Do you think he, who is now in a high and powerful position, will still look at me in the eyes?"
"Of course I'll look at you!"
Song Hongyan said softly: "In addition to your saving his life, you also have a dark secret."
"This secret will bind you together for the rest of your life."
She said in a playful tone: "This secret will also make you and Tolasky live and die together."
Murong Wuxin's face changed slightly: "What do you mean?"
"It was Tolasky, madam, and your girlfriend was injured as well, but you and Tolasky were the only ones who went down to the camp at the bottom of the mountain."
Song Hongyan took a step forward and looked at Murong Wuxin: "And the bodies of my wife and your little girlfriend were not seen on the way to the mountain."
"For many years, no one saw their bodies."
"This means that Mrs. Trotsky and your little girlfriend are 90% likely to have fallen off a cliff."
Song Hongyan stopped: "It's just a woman who sprained her foot, and a person who hit her head. I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to fall off the cliff..."
Murong Wuxin's voice deepened: "Don't slander others. What evidence do you have?"
"I have no evidence, but I understand human nature."
Song Hongyan smiled: "Otherwise, how could your food rations last for two days?"
