On the rooftop of a seven-story building facing the east, Wang Qiaochu was sitting on an armchair.
Wearing disposable gloves on his hands, he devoured the chicken legs.
One bite of a piece of chicken, it tastes great and your mouth is full of oil.
"Brother, please eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
Seeing Wang Qiaochu eating in Fengjuanwanyun, Wang Qingwu, who was serving chicken soup next to him, whispered softly: "This whole ginseng stewed chicken is yours."
"Is the food in this prison that bad?
Makes you as hungry as an African refugee."
While complaining to Wang Qiaochu, she put chicken soup in front of him.
"You do not understand!"
"Although the food in this prison is good, even exquisite, it is all too bland."
Wang Qiaochu threw a chicken bone on the table and scolded the prison management without any courtesy: "These bastards hired not chefs at all, but nutritionists."
"Recipes are formulated one by one based on the physical condition of the prisoners during the physical examination."
"I eat either purple sweet potato, corn, or chicken breast without fat all day long."
"I occasionally eat a few shrimps, but they are just boiled and there is no sauce."
"Your brother and I seem to have a lot of money every day, but in fact I really don't have any oil in my stomach."
While talking, he picked up the chicken soup and drank it.
The mellow and hot soup entered his mouth, and he looked satisfied.
This was not only enough oil and water, but also reminded him of his childhood.
When he was young, he often went to his grandfather's yard to study in the afternoon, and his grandfather would always keep him here to eat ginseng stewed chicken.
Slippery chicken legs, mellow chicken soup, and grandpa's expectant eyes were his best moments.
Thinking of Wang Baoguo, Wang Qiaochu's mood calmed down a bit, and then he looked at his sister with gentle eyes: "I heard that your Wang's Liquor Industry has been listed overseas?"
He asked: "Is everything going well?"
"very smooth."
Wang Qingwu whispered: "It went public a week ago, with an issue price of 66.8 yuan and a market value of 300 billion."
"Three hundred billion?"
Wang Qiaochu subconsciously stopped after hearing this. He was very surprised by his sister's result: "Moutai's market value is more than 2 trillion. You, a small company that has been around for more than a year, has a market value of 300 billion?"
"Is this because your market is too crazy, or are you just looking for fun in me, sister?"
This achievement has far exceeded the glory when he was in charge of the Wang Group.
Wang Qiaochu originally thought that after his sister took over the Wang Group, she would just make small fuss and barely break even in a year.
With Wang Qingwu's structure and ability, it is impossible for the Wang Group to achieve any major development. Being able to hold on is her limit.
This is also the reason why he has not paid much attention to the development of Wang Group since he was imprisoned.
He planned to wait until his sister hit a wall before teaching her.
And he has always been adamant that his grandfather let his sister take charge of the Wang Group just to break his temper.
But I didn't expect that the little girl was just a half-dead wine industry, with a market value of 300 billion as soon as it was listed.
Wang Qiaochu had to lament that the world had changed so much. At the same time, he also smelled the scent of his sister's growth over time.
"The stock price has been rising for three consecutive days. It will be no difficulty to exceed the market value of one trillion next year."
Wang Qingwu said hesitantly: "It's not even the end of the year yet, and the Wang Group's profits have already tripled."
"This can be considered the peak year of the Wang Group."
"The fact that Wang's Liquor Industry is so crazy has nothing to do with me and Wang's. It's mainly due to Ye Fan's contribution."
"It was his secret recipe that opened up Truman's market, and then opened up markets in China and around the world."
"Wang's Liquor was able to be listed overseas because Chu Shuai gave Ye Fan face and settled all the hurdles."
"You know, anything that makes money will be divided up by a bunch of world predators."
"If you don't give them blood and meat, they will prevent you from going public or even destroy you."
"But once you invest in them, there is a high probability that you will be kicked out by them."
"So Ye Fan asked Chu Shuai to lend a hand..." Wang Qingwu served another bowl of chicken soup to her brother, and talked about Ye Fan's good deeds uncontrollably.
Just thinking that Ye Fan had not been found after falling into the Huangni River, Wang Qingwu's eyes became moist and red again.
When he heard his sister talking about Ye Fan's kindness and his contribution to the Wang Group, Wang Qiaochu showed no gratitude on his face.
On the contrary, there was a trace of cruelty in the depths of his eyes.
Then he changed the topic: "I already know about the big explosion in Huanggutun. Haven't Ye Fan and Uncle Feng found them yet?"
"The bodies of Uncle Feng, Zheng Qiankun and others have been found and will be transported back to Longdu for burial today."
Wang Qingwu's eyes turned redder, biting her red lips and responded softly: "Ye Fan, Song Hongyan and Tang Pingfan are still missing."
"I searched for hundreds of miles and still couldn't find anyone on the river."
"I hope Ye Fan is still alive."
"But the rescue experts said that after such a big explosion and the dam collapsed, it would be difficult for even a god to survive."
If she hadn't been crying for three or four days, she wouldn't have had the courage to say that Mark would not survive, let alone control her emotions.
You know, when she heard that Ye Fan had fallen into the river, Wang Qingwu flew to West China on a special plane from overseas overnight.
If Wang Baoguo hadn't called her thirteen times to ask her to return to Longdu to take charge of daily affairs, Wang Qing's dance party would have been spent in West China.
"The people who deserved to die have no whereabouts, but the people who didn't deserve to die are dead."
Upon hearing Wang Sanfeng's violent death, Wang Qiaochu clenched 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 melancholy.
"What's the latest situation in West China?"
Soon, Wang Qiaochu regained control of his emotions and asked casually: "The main point is still looking for someone?"
"Yes, all parties are still searching and trying to find Ye Fan and Tang Pingfan at all costs."
Wang Qingwu did not hide it from his brother: "However, the three cornerstones and the five major families also established an investigation team."
"Zhao Mingyue serves as the team leader."
"I heard that she arrested many people yesterday and killed many people."
"He has dug up many shady channels for poison gas, oil, and arms."
She added: "Several important members of our Wang family have also been affected!"
Wang Qiaochu's movements stagnated slightly: "This Zhao Mingyue is not simple."
"All parties have given her the right to act expediently, and she can also kill things first and then tell them later."
Wang Qingwu exhaled a long breath: "So Zhao Mingyue does things vigorously and resolutely, and no one dares to violate it."
"A few of the suspected targets were a little tough-talking and confrontational, but she shot them down without mercy."
"Wang Jianxin, a senior oil veteran who has been retired for many years and enjoys high-level oil, also had his legs broken by her because he relied on his old age and sold himself out."
Wang Qingwu informed his brother about the investigation team's situation in the past two days.
"How dare she be so arrogant?"
Wang Qiaochu's expression changed: "That is a highly respected veteran of the Wang family, and he is also the old man's first secretary."
"There is nothing we can do. She is the leader of the investigation team and holds Shang Fang's sword. What's even more frightening is that she went crazy losing Ye Fan."
Wang Qingwu smiled bitterly: "Grandpa loves Wang Jianxin but there is nothing he can do about it."
"She also told the arrested suspects that she had no doubts in the investigation team's case."
"The only way to escape is for them to prove their innocence."
"If you cannot prove yourself, then you are an accomplice of the attacker and you will be killed without mercy."
"She is not afraid of the suspect's death, nor is she afraid of the clues being interrupted. Everyone can die to express their will, as long as they can make up their mind to die violently."
"For her, it would be better to die, which means this person has a bigger problem."
"She can grab his relatives and friends to investigate in depth, and she will definitely be able to dig out deeper and more valuable clues."
"And she believes that there are people who are not afraid of death, but there will also be people who are afraid of death."
"When people who are afraid of death find out that seeking death will not end the matter, but will instead allow the investigation team to conduct an in-depth investigation, the people who are afraid of death will definitely kneel down and confess."
"This is also true. I heard that many people died in a head-on collision yesterday, but some people still survived."
"As a result, the investigation team's investigation has made tremendous progress."
Wang Qingwu sighed: "I don't know what the survivors will say."
"Woo-" Before Wang Qingwu could finish her words, Wang Qiaochu's eyes suddenly jumped.
He jumped over his sister's shadow and landed on the far gate of the prison yard.
In the field of vision, twelve jeeps drove in slowly, unhurriedly, but with a murderous aura.
Even though they were far apart, he could still see Zhao Mingyue's shadow...
