641: C641 He Was Silent

C641 He Was Silent

Old Man Mo stood in front of the spirit tablet wrapped in golden silk and did not move for a long time.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh and turned around to look at the door Mo Xuanyuan had left. The empty West Pavilion Buddhist Hall was left with only a lonely figure.

"Sigh..."

Old Man Mo shook his head as if he was talking in the air. He sighed and said, "Yuan, the wisdom of a hero is not used to fight, but to protect."

Chu Xinghe was in prison and was awaiting trial. This made the entire Jiangnan area shake. It was as if the whole of China had been shaken that night.

However, what made everyone feel strange was that the people of Chu family had remained silent all this time.

They did not rush to the east city police station to visit. They did not rush around to find a way to bail them out.

They didn't even call for help, nor did they furiously protest.

That's right, they did not do anything.

It was as if they didn't have Chu Xinghe as a monk. It didn't matter if it was the businesses of the Chu family or the Chu family, including those business deals, or even all kinds of connections and competition. Everything went as usual.

On this point, Chu Xinghe seemed to have foreseen it. He had assigned his work to the trustworthy people in advance.

However, even so, Chu Xinghe's imprisonment had affected the Chu family's business.

However, Chu Xinghe had tried his best to minimize the losses he had caused to the Chu family.

Among these losses, seven points of the Chu family's stock market had evaporated overnight.

Seven percent of the share value might not be a big deal to the Chu family, but this seven percent was an unshakeable amount of money in any second-rate company.

All of this was because Chu Xinghe had been imprisoned. It was only the beginning.

It was also because of the unusually quiet Chu family that the complicated identity of Chu Xinghe, Young Master Chu, was still detained in the Jiangxia City East Police Station.

The comrades in the police station were also helpless. They did not know if they should release him immediately or continue to be detained.

Without enough authority to speak, they did not know what to do next.

However, the people with sufficient authority seemed to have discussed it and disappeared.

This made Liu Hao, as the captain of the criminal investigation team, hold a stomach full of anger. He couldn't even find someone to ask for a report.

Thus, he could only go and interrogate the bald little monk, hoping to obtain some critical evidence from his mouth.

Also, he had to think of ways to take good care of Young Master Chu. Mother's private room. Tie Guanyin, who cost a thousand dollars or two, served them well and prepared a few pastries and fresh fruits.

This Young Master Chu didn't seem to be here for an inspection. He seemed to be here for a vacation.

Chu Xinghe's performance was calm. He did not complain or make a racket. He drank his tea and read his little book. His life was wonderful and enviable.

What was even stranger was that, like his family, he didn't make any calls for help.

Even under Li Hao's repeated suggestions, he smiled and remained indifferent.

Furthermore, ever since he had entered the East District Police Station, he had automatically turned off his phone and handed it over to Liu Hao, saying that this was the police station's rule, and that he could not make an exception.

This unconditional cooperation made Liu Hao feel as if a part of his heart was missing. He was always insecure. Even when he was sleeping, he would suddenly wake up from a nightmare.

What did the Chu family mean?

What kind of mentality did Chu Xinghe maintain?

Was he fearless?

Or was he not afraid of the shadows?

In such a strange stalemate, many forces were secretly watching and guessing.

It was like an undercurrent in a sand river that would eventually form a vortex and devour 'living beings'.

The sun was bright and the spring wind was green on the Jiangnan shore. Spring had arrived in Jiangnan, but some people's winter seemed to be not over yet.

The Su Clan's sanatorium in the Su family had been under wind and rain for almost a year. After a series of baptisms, not only were there many authoritative physicians overseeing the sanatorium, but they were also equipped with world-class advanced equipment and a very good environment for recuperation.

In fact, some of the older generation members of the Su family or the retired shareholders of the group chose to stay here and enjoy their retirement.

The former director of the Su Clan's sanatorium was Su Yun's aunt, Su Ruyu. Ever since she left for the US, the position of director of the sanatorium had been vacant.

Su Yun originally wanted to let Hsiao Hee take the position of director, but Hsiao Hee 'tactfully' refused with the excuse of busy work.

For this reason, Hsiao Hee specially called Xue Ren.

Hsiao Hee clearly remembered that time -

On the other end of the conversation, Xue Ren smiled and said, "Young Master Hsiao, I'm already a specially invited professor in the hospital. I am old and can't do anything. As for the director's problem, Young Master Hsiao should hire someone else."

Then... I'll call Fugui right away. I think he is still young and his medical skills are better than yours. He will definitely be able to take on this heavy responsibility. Hsiao Hee said into the phone with a look of disdain.

"Bullsh * t! "That kid's medical skills are better than mine. Go to hell in your next life! Xue Ren directly swore on the other end of the phone.

Then, he paused for a moment and asked in a deep voice, "Young Master Hsiao, Did my boy drink again? Don't believe him, this brat drank too much! He must be bragging! "Truly shameless!"

..." "Hsiao Hee was speechless by Xue Ren's words.

Was this father and son who were related by blood?

The more Hsiao Hee thought about it, the more terrified he became.

Before he could say anything, Xue Ren shouted over the phone, "Don't let that kid be the director. If he becomes the director, his position will be higher than mine. He will definitely lose his mind!"

"It can't be." Hsiao Hee smiled bitterly in doubt.

"How can it not be?! As for! "Of course not! Xue Ren held the phone with anger in his eyes.

The maids of Xuantian Sect in front of him all turned pale with fright. They knelt down one after another with a plop.

Xue Ren waved his hand and signaled the maids and servants to leave. Then he adjusted his mood and said earnestly, "Young Master Hsiao, think about the hobbies that kid usually has. Smoking, drinking, burning his hair? Uh, bungee jumping."

As he spoke, his tone paused for a moment, then he said very seriously," That brat in my family usually does scientific research. If you let him be the dean, aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble in the sanatorium? "

"Yes." Hsiao Hee thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "There seems to be a reason to lose it."

"That's right. Xue Ren slapped his thigh happily. "Go ahead. I still have some things to take care of here, so let's not talk about it."

Xue Ren hung up the phone.

It was like this.

Therefore, Hsiao Hee was also troubled by the lack of candidates. In the end, when he was preparing to discuss it in the future, a person suddenly appeared in his mind.

Su Jie? How could he forget about this kid?2

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