When he walked into the extremely hot factory and saw the aloof Han Jiulin staring at him coldly, Zuo Junyan almost collapsed!
Zuo Junyan was like a dead dog. After he was dragged up, he immediately wanted to kneel down to Han Jiulin and sincerely beg for mercy.
However, when he was about to kneel down, he saw Wan Biao kneeling in front of him.
Seeing Wan Biao's miserable appearance, Zuo Junyan chewed his teeth, took a few steps forward, passed Wan Biao, and then knelt down with a pop.
Zuo Junyan said very simply: "Han Jiulin, please let me live. I will give you whatever you want."
"It's none of your business for now." Han Jiulin said to Zuo Junyan indifferently, then pointed at Wan Biao and said: "Throw Director Wan into the furnace."
"No! I don't want to go in!" Wan Biao screamed like a slaughtering pig, and his whole body collapsed and went crazy.
After receiving the instructions, the two respected guards grabbed one of Wan Biao's arms and lifted him up over the railing.
Ten meters below the outside is the billowing red slurry inside the huge steel furnace!
Just throw it out and draw a parabola, and Wan Biao will fall into the furnace and turn into ashes.
The two respected guards held Wan Biao in their hands, as if they were just waiting for an order before they would escape.
"No, let me down, let me down! I beg you!" Wan Biao cried bitterly, with tears and snot all over his face, and his crotch was wet and smelly.
Han Jiulin stared at the furnace below and said, "You said that Wang Cong accidentally fell in during a dispute.
However, the edge of the furnace is obviously still nearly five meters away from this aerial plank road.
If a person accidentally fell, how could he jump so far and fall into the furnace?"
How could Wan Biao dare to tell lies at this time? He cried with regret: "It's me, the bastard. I followed Bai Xiong's instructions and pushed Wang Cong down.
Han Jiulin, you sir have a lot of money, please spare my life, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!”
"Is this right? If you do something wrong, you should be brave enough to admit it." Han Jiulin nodded, finally clearing up his confusion.
Immediately afterwards, Han Jiulin asked in confusion: "Although Wang Cong is the chief steward of the He family, in terms of status, after all, he is just a servant of the He family.
Even if you harmed my adoptive father, adoptive mother, and brother, why did you do this to Wang Cong?"
Speaking of this, Han Jiulin couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met Wang Cong ten years ago.
Wang Cong is a man with a very vicissitudes of appearance and an extremely aged look.
He is a few years younger than He Xinhong, but in appearance, he is older than He Xinhong.
Han Jiulin still remembers that ten years ago, when he was on the roadside corner, sallow and thin, seriously ill and helpless, He Xinhong, wearing a decent suit, got out of the car on the roadside and walked towards him.
Wang Cong, on the other hand, held an umbrella and followed He Xinhong beside him, shielding He Xinhong from the drizzle in the sky.
Han Jiulin was cynical at the time, like a wounded wild cat. He was wary of the approach of He Xinhong and Wang Cong. Although he was ill and unclear, his eyes were bright and lively.
He Xinhong looked at Han Jiulin with pity and love in his eyes.
The way Wang Cong looked at Han Jiulin seemed to be looking at himself many years ago.
Finally, he followed He Xinhong into the car. In the car, Wang Cong said something to Han Jiulin, which Han Jiulin remembered forever and will never forget it.
Wang Cong said: "My child, there is no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome. There are only those who admit defeat in front of the obstacle."
The next moment, Wan Biao's despairing voice pulled Han Jiulin out of his thoughts of memories.
"Although Wang Cong is a servant, as the confidant of He Xinhong and He Zhuo, and the chief steward of the He family, his role in the He family is, at some times, more important than that of He Zhuo.
Therefore, getting rid of Wang Cong has always been a key part of Bai Xiong's plan to annex the He family.
It just so happened that Wang Cong was very interested in the special steel products from our steel mill, so this matter fell on my head.
After killing Wang Cong, we fabricated false news to make people think that Wang Cong had escaped after seeing the He family in danger.
This will create panic and anxiety among the people of the He family.
When everyone saw that Wang Cong, the most loyal butler of the He family, had fled, they naturally lost the confidence to stick with the He family, which accelerated the disintegration of the He family."
Wan Biao finished speaking slowly and begged for mercy again: "Han Jiulin, I told you everything I know. For this reason, please spare me once.
I am just an executioner, the real murderer is Bai Xiong."
Han Jiulin took a deep breath and smiled at Wan Biao: "Thank you very much for telling the truth."
After saying this, his smile gradually turned cold, he pointed to the furnace below and said slowly: "Throw it in."
The two respected guards received the order without any hesitation at all. With one throw of their hands, Wan Biao was thrown away!
Wan Biao was in the air, his gallbladder and liver were torn apart, his limbs were moving rapidly in mid-air, and he shouted heartbreakingly: "Han Jiulin, I'm going to fuck your mother! You're going to die!"
The next moment, with a bang, Wan Biao fell into the fire. The fire rolled and swallowed Wan Biao quickly.
"ah!!!"
Wan Biao let out the most miserable and last scream in his life.
Han Jiulin watched silently until Wan Biao's figure disappeared completely above the fire.
"It turns out that this is what happens when a person falls into fire." Han Jiulin nodded slightly as if he had some understanding.
He seemed to have seen the horrifying and miserable scene after Wang Cong fell.
Wang Cong was loyal to the He family all his life, and in the end he even gave his life for the He family.
He had no children or heirs in his life, and now he has died without leaving any bones, and he still has to bear the reputation of betraying his faith and betraying the Lord.
Han Jiulin turned his head, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently wiped away the tears still in the corners of his eyes that were about to flow out of control.
"The factory director is dead!"
"The factory director was thrown into the furnace!"
"Dead people!"
At the same time, the workers in the entire factory were completely boiling. They stopped their work in fear and ran away screaming.
Han Jiulin calmed down, turned to look at Zuo Junyan, smiled and asked: "I heard that you have been running out a lot in the past two days?"
"I..." Zuo Junyan's scalp was numb, his thinking was stiff, and he couldn't say a word.
Originally, he organized many speeches to ask for mercy.
But after witnessing Wan Biao's tragic end, he was completely stunned. All the words he had organized before were instantly forgotten.
At this time, even the ability to answer Han Jiulin's questions was gradually lost.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Han Jiulin asked again: "Didn't I tell you? Take the time these two days to arrange your affairs. It's not easy to go back to your hometown. If you want to eat, just eat more. Why?
Are you thinking of escaping?"
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