A thin middle-aged man received the text message, glanced down at it, and was stunned. Then he muttered to himself in disbelief: "Zhuang Qingzhou is dead."
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Hangzhou.
An old man over fifty years old was driving to his office. He took the phone and looked out the window and said, "Xiao Zhuang is dead, did you know?"
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Busan Airport, South Korea.
"What, dead,."
A middle-aged man with two attendants was about to board a plane to return home. He was walking quickly, holding a phone in his hand and frowning and asked.
"Well, he died last night," the other party replied.
"I'll go back to China right away. Let's talk in person."
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Six p.m.
Beijing, Oriental Famous Store, everyone gathers.
In the large and luxurious private box, three people sat down, chatted quietly, and waited quietly.
This is an interest group composed of friends. They have financially supported Zhuang Qingzhou from behind for many years. Everyone has their own main business. When nothing happens, they rarely contact Zhuang Qingzhou.
"Didn't Qingzhou say that he had corresponding social connections in the local area? Why did he suddenly disappear inexplicably?" A thin middle-aged man asked in confusion. His name is Luo Xinlei, he mainly operates business hotels and has been staying in Sanya. , rarely shows up.
"It's hard to talk about this." A middle-aged man named Li Ren'an who came back from South Korea is from Northeast China.
"The account I left last night was 20 million, and I received a death letter today. The money must be gone. This is a scam." Luo Xinlei used a tall bucket cup to brew a small bag of Chinese medicine, while shaking the cup. Said softly.
"Zhuang Qingzhou was introduced by Xiao Ding, let's listen to what he has to say." The old man dragged his chin and replied softly with an expressionless face.
Fifteen minutes later, a middle-aged man of thirty-four or five-year-old came into the private room. He was thin but with a straight waist. Although his face was a little wrinkled, it could be seen that when he was young, he was quite energetic. He was famous. His name is Ding Yuping, Zhuang Qingzhou’s introducer.
"Haha, Mr. Cui, you are here."
After Ding Yuping entered the house, he was the first to say hello to the old man. His attitude was kind and very familiar.
"Yes." Mr. Cui nodded, patted the seat next to him, and Ding Yuping sat down.
A few people exchanged a few words and quickly got to the point.
"What's going on?" Mr. Cui moved and looked at Ding Yuping and asked with a smile.
"I don't know the specific situation yet. He must be dead. A case has been filed over there. He was stabbed in the neck with a knife. He died miserably." Ding Yuping wiped his glasses and replied softly.
"...The money is gone."
Luo Xinlei asked directly.
"Twenty million must be gone." Ding Yuping replied.
"Xin Lei is not talking about the money." Li Ren'an interrupted.
Ding Yuping was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "Ah, you said the Sanquan Town project, that will not be affected. I have a contract with Zhuang Qingzhou. If he loses it, he can still get his things back."
"That's okay, that's okay." Mr. Cui nodded repeatedly.
"What I mean is, whoever goes to H City and takes over the market, Sanquan's investment has basically ended. All that's left is to wait for the returns to increase. Now that they're withdrawn, the previous investment is meaningless. " Ding Yuping said.
"I'm not familiar with Northeast China." Luo Xinlei waved his hand directly.
Mr. Cui was silent and took a sip of tea.
"What do you mean, I'm the only one familiar with the Northeast." Li Ren'an asked with a sideways glance.
"Haha." Ding Yuping grinned, looked at Li Ren'an and said, "Brother Li, no, just go ahead. It doesn't matter where your hometown is."
"I still have something on my hands." Li Ren'an was a little evasive.
"Xiao Li, just go ahead." Mr. Cui said calmly.
Li Renan was silent for five seconds, rubbed his palms and said, "Then let me try."
"Bon voyage, haha."
Ding Yuping smiled and patted Li Ren'an on the shoulder, then shouted outside: "Secretary, bring the information in."
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The second day, H City, Sanquan Tourism Development Company.
Zhang Weimin is already worried. Although he is annoyed by Zhuang Qingzhou, after all, if he has him, he can ignore the funding. For many projects, if he opens his mouth, Zhuang Qingzhou will take the money from behind. Now that people are dead, the funding chain is broken. This made him very uneasy.
Lin Hengfa sat next to Zhang Weimin, drinking boiled water, expressionless and silent.
The four shareholders of the company, Zhuang Qingzhou, are dead, Zhang Weimin and Lin Hengfa have all arrived, but they haven't seen Li Shuishui yet, and I don't know why they didn't come.
"Squeak."
A Land Cruiser parked in front of the company. Li Renan got out of the car, followed by a group of estimators and financial auditers. There were two professional lawyers in the team.
Ten minutes later, they met in the conference room. Zhang Weimin and Lin Hengfa met the team behind Zhuang Qingzhou, namely Li Renan and his team.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Renan. Hello, my friends from Gyeongju."
"Hello, my name is Zhang Weimin."
"Lin Hengfa."
The two stood up and stretched out their hands.
"Haha, don't we still have a shareholder?" Li Ren'an glanced at the seat and asked with a smile.
"He wasn't feeling well and didn't come."
Lin Hengfa said something for Li Shuishui.
"Okay, let's talk first." Li Ren'an didn't ask any more questions. He snapped his fingers and the lawyer sat down and took out a lot of documents.
Zhang Weimin and Lin Hengfa frowned and looked at Li Renan's team, neither saying anything.
"I have an agreement with Gyeongju. Let's show it to everyone." Li Renan said to the lawyer.
"Swipe."
The lawyer took the document and handed it to Zhang Weimin and Lin Hengfa. The two of them listened and scanned the contract with their heads down.
"We have a company called COSCO Investment, and Zhuang Qingzhou is the person in charge of the investment project. He has investment review and operation rights, but the funds he uses belong to COSCO. To put it bluntly, he is a professional manager, receiving salary and project Share dividends and eat, any shares of the company he holds under his name will belong to us, COSCO, Sanquan Tourism Company, which is the largest project under his name. Now that he has passed away, after the Public Security Bureau issues a death certificate and the household registration is cancelled, We, COSCO, want to take back his shares in this company. From now on, I will take over his directorship and say in the company." Li Ren'an spoke to Zhang Weimin and Lin Hengfa in a clear and well-founded manner.
"..." Zhang Weimin frowned and looked at the contract without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.
"I understand." Lin Hengfa nodded.
"Haha, this is not difficult to understand." Li Renan said with a smile.
"Well, it's not difficult to understand. It just so happens that I have something to say today, and everyone on the board of directors is also here." Lin Heng handed out the contract and information.
"Say." Li Ren'an nodded.
"I want to withdraw my shares."
Lin Hengfa didn't hesitate at all and immediately announced that he was quitting. I wouldn't play anymore.
Who is happiest when Zhuang Qingzhou dies?
Of course it was Lin Hengfa. He had long since given up playing. However, due to Zhuang Qingzhou's lustful power, he never expressed his stance bluntly. Now that the man was dead, he was finally free.