My boss betrayed me

Chapter 163: The police launched a strong offensive and the criminals secretly returned the stolen m

As Mr. Fang spoke, he frowned slightly, his face full of worry.

Xia Muchu nodded slightly.

Then he asked, "Do you still remember Fang Baiyun? The one from Shengjing?"

Xia Muchu frowned slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, and his expression looked a little serious.

"Remember, remember."

Mr. Fang answered quickly, with a flash of memory in his eyes, as if he had instantly opened an ancient and mysterious "Memory Book".

The corners of Mr. Fang's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, and the wrinkles on his face also smoothed out.

Xia Muchu said: "Fang Baiyun couldn't come because of something, so he asked me to bring you something. Please don't be offended, and please forgive him.

If he had the chance, he would definitely come to see you in person.

We can’t let you think he’s dishonest, that would be bad.”

Xia Muchu's eyes were sincere, with a hint of apology on his face. He lowered his head slightly, appearing a little embarrassed.

Hearing the names "Xia Muchu" and "Nangong Yue", the two young men at the table suddenly became alert and their eyes lit up.

Immediately stand up and go forward to say hello.

After some introduction, I found out that these two are both famous poets in Shengjing. One's pen name is "Gufeng" and the other's pen name is "Hechuan".

Hey, this Gu Feng, I have seen Liuli in Longgu Dui, and they went hunting together in the grass pile.

Wow, this fate is amazing, just like being randomly matched with super reliable teammates in a game, it's really a pleasant surprise.

Gu Feng and He Chuan both had excited expressions on their faces, their eyes sparkling, and they looked at Xia Muchu and Nangong Yue with anticipation.

Mr. Fang quickly arranged for the taxi driver to rest in the east wing, and asked his daughter to prepare lunch, while he stayed to talk to the guests.

He gave Xia Muchu a detailed account of how he went to Wunan Oilfield to handle Li Yichen's funeral, telling how he received the telegram, how he was warmly received by the newspaper and carefully questioned by the Public Security Bureau, and how he brought his son's ashes back and finally scattered them in the Xiaoqing River.

The old man choked up as he spoke, but Xia Muchu seemed to have heard nothing. Only one sentence was deeply engraved in his mind. He kept repeating the old man's words over and over again in his consciousness - "The police made me watch the video. It was so tragic. The face and body were covered in blood. The ground was covered in blood. The forensic doctor said that he was shot in the head while sitting on a chair. The man fell down, and the chair fell down too..."

Xia Muchu seemed to have witnessed the extremely tragic scene with his own eyes. He felt a sudden surge of grief in his heart, as if he had been hit hard by a huge hammer. It hurt so much.

Xia Muchu frowned, his face became very solemn, and his eyes were full of pain and sadness.

At this time, Nangong Yue asked: "What happened next? Was the liar caught?"

Nangong Yue's face was full of curiosity, her eyes were full of anticipation, and she tilted her head slightly, appearing very anxious.

Mr. Fang waved his hands helplessly and said, "We didn't catch the person, but we got the money back, six million.

According to this calculation, he lost two million yuan himself. What a big deal.

I didn’t believe it at first, but later my girl read it to me in the newspaper and I finally believed it.

Wow, this plot twist is so dramatic, just like a dramatic twist in a TV series, totally unexpected. "

Mr. Fang shook his head slightly, an expression of surprise appeared on his face, his eyes were wide open, and he looked incredulous.

"Is the newspaper still there?"

Nangong Yue asked again.

"here."

Mr. Fang stood up and said, "I'll get it for you."

The news was published on the third page of the newspaper. After reading it, Nangong Yue handed the newspaper to Xia Muchu.

The eye-catching title of the article is: "The police launched a powerful offensive and the criminals secretly returned the stolen money."

The article wrote: The criminals in the Yunyang Company case panicked under the threat of the powerful police offensive and voluntarily returned all the stolen money of 6 million Longteng coins in a secret manner.

The criminal called Anhe Evening News and told them that the stolen money was stored in a bank in Shengjing City, and reported the account number, password and key storage location.

After verification by relevant departments, the facts are confirmed and all the stolen money will be returned to the victims soon.

According to investigation, the secret call was made from Panama, and the sound and the way of communication were processed by technology. It can be inferred that the Yunyang Company case may have a foreign mafia background...

When the poet Gu Feng saw Xia Muchu had finished reading the newspaper, he pointed at the newspaper on the table and said, "This is really an incredible farce. After losing two million, they still can't rest in peace. If they had known this earlier, why did they do it in the first place? It's really hard to understand.

It's like a confusing 'brain-burning drama' that makes people feel confused and confused. "

Gu Feng frowned, a confused expression on his face, and touched his chin with one hand, as if thinking about something.

Old Man Fang looked at Xia Muchu and said, "Yi Chen left a suicide note with only three sentences written on it.

The first sentence is: I’m sorry to my parents and relatives.

The second sentence is: I can’t pay the debt, so I use the patent to pay it off.

The third sentence is: The manuscript has been handed over to Nangong Yue for processing. "

Mr. Fang's eyes were filled with sadness, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his face looked very lonely.

Xia Muchu said seriously: "Uncle, Yi Chen doesn't owe me any money. On the contrary, the added value of the patent will be returned to you. That is Yi Chen's money, but selling the patent requires a process.

Before his death, Yi Chen commissioned Nangong Yue to publish four poetry collections for him and write a biography for him. That was Yi Chen's trust in Nangong Yue, so the publishing costs were borne by Nangong Yue.

Of course, if his poetry collection makes any profit, we will definitely give it to you in full.

We can't let Yichen down for his trust, we have to do a good job."

Xia Muchu's eyes were determined, his face showed a serious expression, his back was straight, and he looked very serious.

Nangong Yue continued, “In addition, we need to seek the opinions of some of Yi Chen’s friends about publishing the book, and we need to take their feelings into consideration.

We have to do this properly and not be careless at all."

Nangong Yue nodded slightly, her eyes full of concern and her expression very gentle.

Gu Feng said: "Our friends have already discussed it and agreed to pay for Yi Chen to publish a collection of poems. This is not just a matter of money, but a way for everyone to express their feelings.

We have always wanted to get in touch with Miss Xia, and it would be great if we could meet here today to discuss this matter directly.

Wow, this is such a great match, it’s like winning the lottery.”

Gu Feng had an excited smile on his face, his eyes full of anticipation, and he spoke with his hands and feet gesticulating.

Nangong Yue said: "Let's not talk about the funding issue. If you can provide some contact addresses, accept interviews, and help me write Yi Chen's biography, I will be very grateful.

We can’t just talk about it, we have to act quickly and get this done.”

Nangong Yue's eyes were earnest, with an expectant expression on her face, and her hands were clasped tightly together.

Gu Feng immediately took out his business card and handed it to Nangong Yue.

He Chuan also quickly handed over his business card and said, "As long as it's Yi Chen's business, I can help in any way I can.

You can call or come in person, they are all Yi Chen’s friends anyway.

We are all Yi Chen's 'strong support group', so we must be super supportive."

Gu Feng and He Chuan both had firm expressions on their faces, their eyes full of determination.

Mr. Fang said gratefully: "You are all good people. Yi Chen has lived a meaningful life to have friends like you.

This is so touching, like a blazing fire in winter, warming people’s hearts.”

Mr. Fang's eyes were slightly red, his face showed an expression of emotion, and he nodded slightly continuously.