1682: C1682 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1609

C1682 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1609

Fu Fengyi, on the other hand, could barely make out the meaning behind her words. For someone like her who needed help at a moment's notice, it was fine to ignore it. Furthermore, she was angry about her family's matters, so she did not want to bother with it.

"I'm sorry, but our Ye Family does not cover the sky with one hand. The police will do their best to cooperate with us wherever they need us, so we are unable to help you guys with this."

The other party wanted to say something, but she handed the microphone to the butler, who left her to deal with the rest of the matter.

At the other end of the line, a man with a high-pitched voice hung up the phone. He was thin and skinny, but his figure was very slender. He looked like a bamboo pole swaying in the wind.

The lip line was always down, and there was a mole on the left side of her chin, a long, white hair that moved up and down with the movement of her lips.

"Director, the two cops are here." The secretary knocked on the door.

He got up, touched his shiny head, and sighed as he walked out of the door.

"Hello everyone, please come in. Can I have some coffee?" Seeing the two policemen, he hurriedly welcomed them in.

"You're welcome, my name is Baker, he's Little Wu. We just came to ask about something." Baker looked around the office. It was very simple and unadorned. It really did look like it belonged to a public service religious organization. However, that purple clay pot in the teacup was not cheap, right?

When he felt one of the gazes land on the clay pot, the man became a bit nervous. He was a smart person, so he immediately saw that the young man was nothing to be afraid of. The terrifying one should be the older man.

"Alright, alright. Let's sit down and chat." He led them to their seats and said, "I'm sorry, the chairs are old, but they can be used. Not wasting them is also a basic teaching method."

The secretary brought the coffee. Baker glanced at the woman in a short A skirt and an open top and understood what was going on.

"Little Zhao, get out. There's nothing else here." The man and woman exchanged a glance, but the expression in their eyes was ambiguous.

"It's like this. Your organization has been established for three years, right?" As Baker spoke, the subordinate beside him recorded it down.

The man patted his smooth and clean head, and the long hair on his mole shook, "That's right. That was fast. Our original goal was to be public good, so that more people would feel the love of the world. Everyone who joined would only be charging a bit of entrance fee."

Baker cut him off, "I heard that the chairman really likes to go on vacation this year. After half a year, he went to Europe three times and the secretary has been with him."

The man was speechless. The policeman on the side also stopped writing and looked at him with interest.

The man rubbed his smooth head again, looking embarrassed, "That's right, I sold my father's house, so I went abroad to enjoy myself."

His eyes were darting around, but apart from his guilty embarrassment, there was no sign of him lying.

"Alright." Baker stood up and said, "Sorry for troubling you today. If you need us, we might need your cooperation."

The man immediately replied, "No, no, this is what we should do."

Outside the door, the policeman muttered, "Taking Xiaomi to Europe for a trip cost hundreds of thousands of yuan. I don't think it's that simple for a public service organization."

"He didn't lie. He did sell one of his father's houses." Baker glanced at the cars parked outside the two-story building. They were all Volkswagen brands and the cars were all covered in dust. Only one of them was relatively new.

He walked over to the Buick and ran his fingers over it. There was not a speck of dust.

"Bureau Chief, should we continue watching?" the officer asked.

He retracted his hand. "No need. How are you going to move the snake if you keep an eye on it? How's the investigation going at the hospital?"

"Bureau chief, you're saying that those who died recently saw a patient and left a record in the hospital, right? They're still investigating."

He nodded, took another look at the two-story building, and got into the car. In the room on the second floor where the two of them had been talking, the man stood behind the curtain and watched the car leave before turning around.

"I need to rest. No one can come in and disturb me." He called out to the door, then locked it and drew the curtains.

The room was much dimmer. He walked over to his desk, squatted down, lifted the carpet, and knocked on the wooden floor.

There was a hollow sound on the floor, and he waited a few more minutes before he grabbed a steel ring on the floor and pulled up a square panel.

No one would have thought that there was another world underground. He carefully walked down the stairs. The staircase was not high, and it only had 13 steps. He silently counted. When his foot touched the ground, he swallowed his saliva.

A man wearing black clothes and a mask was sitting in a simple and crude room. This room was the simplest place he had ever seen, similar to a wooden house. Apart from the necessary bed and a shelf of books, there was nothing else.

It was the man's request. He was curious about how someone as harsh as him could spend so much money on other things and buy his father's house for so many millions. In a blink of an eye, the money was transferred to his account.

"Cough." The masked man coughed softly. From his voice, it sounded like he was even younger than Ye Zichen.

"He's gone." The chairman bent over.

The masked man was currently reading a book. Hearing her words, he only replied with a "En" before concentrating on a book that didn't count as the empress dowager's.

The director glanced at it. It was a German book, and he was not only more curious about the man in front of him.

"I've been in and out as usual recently. I'll do what I need to do." There was another man standing beside the man. He had a valiant look, and could easily attract the attention of others.

"Alright." The chairman touched his smooth head and didn't dare to stay any longer. Feeling that the masked man had nothing more to say, he left.

"Pattern has already been retrieved. You promised me that you would move my position to the Middle East. It's too dangerous at home." The slightly younger voice said.

"You don't think it's normal to take human organs in the country. You feel sorry for those people." The masked man suddenly laughed. His laughter was very sharp, "Are the refugees in the Middle East not human?"

The young man was hiding in the darkness, frowning as he added a hint of worry, "It would be hard to end up in the future if we cause too much trouble at home."

As the material was being rubbed, the man with the mask got up and walked to the bookcase. He carefully placed the book back to its original position and sighed. "Yeah."

He turned around, "The patterns don't fit."

"It doesn't fit?" The young voice sounded surprised, "How could that be? I stuck it down from her arm, it's practically a model."

The masked man looked at him, "There are no two identical leaves in this world. No matter how much you copy them, it is still just an imitation. Even if there is a slight difference, it is still impossible."

The young man pursed his lips and clasped his hands at his side. "She's pregnant."

After a moment of silence, the masked man said softly, "Go and bring her here."

"She's pregnant." The young voice read it again slowly, "Is there no way to get the patterns without harming her? Is there no way to make the data more precise? "

His voice rose a few degrees, and he stepped out of the darkness, his face illuminated by the light. "Is there really no other way?"

He didn't want Ding Yiyi to be hurt again. He didn't want to hurt her at all. His hands were trembling. Not long ago, he had covered her mouth with his hands. At such a close distance, he could feel her trembling.

If he could, he really hoped that she wouldn't get involved and be happy as her mistress. He was from a different world from her.

The masked man looked back at him as well. It was unknown how his face looked like under the mask, but his eyes were calm like the ocean. It was a pair of eyes with a story behind it.

Dong Qing was defeated. He knew that it was impossible to change this man's decision. She turned her head away. "Then tell someone else to go."

"You go." There was no room for negotiation in the man's tone, so he walked into the room and closed the door.

"Ah!" Dong Qing growled, his fists desperately smashing against the wall. He could coldly watch as these people captured innocent people one after another. He knew their fates, but there wasn't a single ripple in his heart.

She was the only one who had grabbed her and personally sent her on a journey that wasn't too good. He didn't want to do it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

His body leaned against the cold wall and his eyes were tightly shut. When he opened them again, waves of emotions were concealed within his eyes.

hospital

"The medical instruments brought by Ye Family have all been donated to the hospital for free. We are very grateful for Mr Ye's contribution. Oh right, which newspaper are you from?" The young nurse's face was slightly red. The man in front of her was really tall and handsome.1

Dong Qing knew that he came a step too late. Ye Nianmo was a cautious man, so he should have long since prepared for this. Even if he hadn't figured out his background, it wouldn't be easy for him to see Ding Yiyi again.

He walked out of the hospital gate, wondering where Ding Yiyi would be. No matter how he thought about it, the Ye Family Room was the most likely place.

But, if she went to Ye Family, would she be able to bear the consequences? Dong Qing knew Fu Fengyi. She had been famous since she was young. She definitely knew that the child in Ding Yiyi's womb wasn't Ye Nianmo.

Why would Ding Yiyi go to the ancient town alone to live, and why she had to secretly touch even when she returned to the Dongjiang City?

Would she suffer in there? He got into the car and stepped on the accelerator. This was no longer something he needed to be concerned about. There was only one thing he needed to do!

A car had stopped here for half an hour several hundred meters from the Ye Family. In this half an hour, Dong Qing tried to figure out how many people there were in the Ye Family.

He could not get too close, or else he would be discovered. In an invisible corner, there must be a surveillance system. He could not act rashly.

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