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At this time, the construction site had yet to completely stop.

The roar of the machines rose and fell, even though there was a soundproofed fence around the site. The noise was still very loud. It sounded very noisy.

A Zuo slowed down his car and drove slowly around the wall.

"Young Master, this place is really not small."

"How small can a land of 5 billion be?"

Ye Xiaochen looked out the window.

He counted dozens of towers rising.

Gu Anhe was running at full speed with all his might.

"5 billion?"

A Zuo was stunned for a moment and then slightly frowned.

"According to the current market price, it shouldn't be so much?"

"Heh …"

Ye Xiaochen smirked and laughed coldly.

There was definitely something fishy about this extremely ordinary piece of land that was auctioning off a sky-high price.

One was willing to fight, the other was willing to take it.

No one could say anything.

The car circled around the exterior wall of the construction site, Ye Xiaochen calculated it carefully.

"At this rate of progress, in two days, the excavation of the foundation will be completed."

"Yes, with so much equipment, it will definitely be completed very quickly."

A Zuo nodded and agreed.

"Gu Anhe's progress is so smooth. It seems like it's time to 'create' some trouble for him. "Heh …"

"What does Young Master plan to do?"

A Zuo also hated Gu Anhe to the bone, and wished he could tear him into a thousand pieces.

"We'll talk about it when we meet Third Young Master."

Ye Xiaochen said coldly.

"Yes."

A Zuo answered and stepped on the throttle. His silver-gray Mercedes-Benz sped towards the Helan Family's mausoleum garden.

On the way, Ye Xiaochen suddenly remembered something.

"When will Mr. Helan come out?"

"Next Saturday."

After A Zuo finished, he asked again.

"Young Master, are you prepared to personally go to Cloud Lake to pick him up?"

"Mr. Helan, come out. Lin Ange will definitely come over."

"Understood."

"..."

In the middle.

the Lin's Corporation's factory.

Gong Nanling sat in front of the temporary office desk. His heart suddenly felt a pain that made him unable to free himself from the pain. His face immediately turned pale.

The pain began to slowly spread in all directions, spreading to his limbs and bones.

He quickly covered his heart and took a sip of the boiled water that had long since cooled down.

Ding Pei knocked on the door and saw him sitting with one hand on the desk, his head lowered. He had a pained look on his face.

"Young Director Gong, what happened to you?"

"My heart hurts …"

Gong Nanling's voice sounded a little weak.

"Just hold it in for a moment, I'll make a phone call right away."

Ding Pei quickly put the documents she held in her arms on the desk and picked up her cell phone to call the emergency room. Just as he was about to connect, Gong Nanling slowly raised his head and his heart was beating faster.

"There's no need to fight, it's already fine."

"Your face doesn't look good, it's better …"

Ding Pei did not hang up the phone. Although her voice was cold, it was also filled with worry.

Central Factory was a place with many things.

The employees inside were all mixed together like fish and dragons.

After Hee Shen came here, he secretly investigated every single employee in the factory, including the executives who came from Yunjing. Just as he was preparing to carry out the reform of the broadaxe, an accident occurred.

The supervisor who had 'reported' the incident to the media had just finished, and another employee in the factory was in trouble. When internal strife broke out, many people suffered heavy injuries.

This is how things are here.

Gong Nanling's identity was extremely honorable.

If anything happened, she wouldn't be able to explain it to Lu Yiyao.

"I'm really fine. You're about to die."

Gong Nanling turned around and sat down. His rebellious eyebrows slightly raised. His tone was much better than before.

"Alright."

Seeing that his expression had returned to normal and looked much better, Ding Pei hung up the phone.

"Young Director Gong, it's about time, do you want to eat first?"

"Eat after you see it."

Gong Nanling took the folder that she put on the desk, opened it, frowned, and started flipping through it carefully.

Inside were the information about all the employees that Hee Shen had organized before the accident as well as a modification plan.

"Alright."

Ding Pei was a person who spoke very little. She didn't say much and just turned around to leave.

After a few minutes, she came in with a cup of red ginseng tea and some snacks.

After Gong Nanling finished reading all the information, he still didn't know how long it would take for him to recover.

She naturally had to do her best to take care of Ding Mo before he left. Even if Ding Mo didn't say anything, she would have done so.

She did not say anything else. After putting it down, she left with light footsteps.

Unknowingly, Gong Nanling had been watching for two hours and his mind was a bit dizzy.

He got up and stretched his sore body.

He hadn't eaten any of the snacks that Ding Pei had sent over, but he had finished his Red Ginseng Tea.

Buzz buzz.

Just as he was about to open his hands, his cellphone on the table rang.

It was an unfamiliar number, but it didn't show where it belonged.

Gong Nanling's rebellious eyebrows creased and he directly hung up.

Who knew that the other party would not give up and would instead call again.

Gong Nanling suddenly felt irritated. He hung up again and directly hit this number.

Beep.

The other party seemed to have already expected that he would do so. Just as he was about to black out the call, he sent a message over.

[At 4 o'clock this afternoon, a serious car accident occurred at the Western River junction of Yunjing, which caused five people to die and two to suffer injuries, including Gu Mengmeng.]

Boom.

Gong Nanling only felt a bolt of lightning explode above his head. The words were like sharp blades that flashed a cold light, piercing into his eyes and slicing open his dark pupils.

Panic.

His vision started to blur, and everything in front of him became hazy. His ears buzzed, but he couldn't hear anything. His heart was in incomparable pain. His body began to sway.

Pata.

The phone fell to the walnut floor.

He held on to the edge of his desk, his nails digging into the wood.

The tip of his finger was ice-cold.

Large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.2

A serial car accident.

Five died and two were injured.

These 'sharp' and 'heart-wrenching' words kept rolling around in his mind.

He had not yet called for confirmation, and he believed the message for no reason at all.

"Mengmeng …"

His lips trembled from the loss of blood as he muttered.

His heart was torn, and blood began to flow. His chest and abdomen were quickly filled. His breathing stopped, and his heart thumped in his throat.

"No, I have to get my Yunjing back …"

After a while, he slowly came back to his senses. Glimmers danced in his eyes as he spoke to himself.

He closed the documents on the table and wiped off the cold sweat on his face. He took a step towards the door. Just as she reached the door, Ding Pei walked in with her cellphone.

"Young Director Gong, Director Lu's phone number."

"Director Lu?"

Gong Nanling was stunned for half a second before reacting.

"My uncle?"

"Yes."

Ding Pei replied lightly.

Gong Nanling's heart tightened. It was as if he was stepping on cotton, making him even more empty. Suppressing the urge, he took a few deep breaths before speaking.

"Little uncle …"

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