C299 You Don't Need a Knife to Kill People

In the living room of the Yellow River Pearl Club, only Huang Weidong was drinking tea alone. When Fan Xuehua walked in, he only smiled politely and nodded.

Fan Xuehua sat on the sofa opposite Huang Weidong and stared at him with bright eyes. He went straight to the point and asked, "Boss Huang called me here so early. Is there something urgent that you want to tell me?"

"Yes, very, very good. " Huang Weidong laughed and said loudly, "Lil Fan is a straightforward person. As for me, I won't beat around the bush. I'll tell you the truth. "

Then, he stared at Fan Xuehua and said his thoughts that he had thought about for many days in a very concise manner. In the end, he said a meaningful sentence unhurriedly. "Little Fan, you know what I mean. As for what to do, it's all up to you. "

Fan Xuehua had expected this kind of situation before he came to see Huang Weidong. However, he did not expect the other party to use such a method to directly say it in front of him, making it difficult for him to make a choice for the time being.

He had given Huang Weidong a very harsh condition. He had agreed to it. If he was unwilling and unwilling, then if he did not agree, then his father would be in prison. Whether he agreed or not, it made it very difficult for him to make up his mind.

"What's wrong, Lil Fan? Is there a problem?" After saying his thoughts, Huang Weidong drank a mouthful of hot tea. His face was overflowing with a proud smile that could not be hidden. He asked coldly, "Compared to the fate of your father, CEO Fan, for the latter half of his life, what's the big deal about the position of Hua Cheng Group's CEO?"

Actually, from the moment he obtained the Gilded Silver Plate, other than having a strong desire to take it for himself, he also had a very malicious thought. This was to use this Gilded Silver Plate to threaten Fan Xuehua and force him to withdraw from the competition.

"Do you know what kind of underhanded methods your father, Director Fan, used to obtain that disk? If you really don't know, then let me tell you. "

Huang Weidong paused for a moment and continued with a smile, "A migrant called Wan Laifu was beaten to death because of this disk. Then, this plate naturally went to your father's hands.

Fan Xuehua stared at him coldly. He wanted to rush forward and slap him a few times before he could vent his anger. However, reason told him that there was no benefit in doing so. On the contrary, he could only bring more harm to himself.

"Boss Huang, in broad daylight, you slandered my father indiscriminately. Aren't you afraid of retribution from the heavens?"

"Let me ask you one more question. What evidence do you have to prove that the death of that migrant worker is directly related to my dad?"

Taking advantage of Huang Weidong's opportunity to drink water, Fan Xuehua asked in a cold voice: "Furthermore, you keep saying to me that you and my father have been old friends for many years. Let me ask you one more time, is this what an old friend like you should do?"

The sudden death of that farmer called Wan Laifu had once caused a huge commotion. He had heard of it before, but he wasn't too sure about the details, so he only knew the general situation.

Besides, this matter had already been resolved a long time ago, and the police had already finished dealing with it. It was said that two of the migrant workers who had attacked had also been sentenced. The person in charge of the construction site, Wang Jianguo, had also been detained for a period of time.

Now, Huang Weidong had brought up the matter again. He wanted to use this matter to threaten Fan Xuehua and obediently withdraw from this intense competition for the position of Hucheng Group's president. In Fan Xuehua's eyes, this was too despicable and shameless.

"Lil Fan, friends are friends. But let me tell you. . . Many a time, no matter how good a friend is, there will always be a day when they fall out with each other. Right now, you might not believe it, but, after living in society for a long time, you will encounter it "

Huang Weidong was not angry at Fan Xuehua's aggressive questioning at all. He still smiled and said, "You are right. Before this, your father and I were indeed good friends. "

Fan Xuehua knew that the other party was speaking the truth. In the past, Huang Weidong was the first vice president of the Daan Chamber of Commerce, and Fan Wenbin was only a nominal vice president who did not care about anything. At that time, their relationship was indeed very good.

Now, it involved their own personal interests. Many friends, especially their business friends, were involved because of this reason. In the end, they turned against each other and never interacted with each other again. There were indeed many such examples in society.

Mou Zhong, the CEO of the South German Group, was known as the father of a private enterprise. Back then, he had a close relationship with his former subordinate, the chairman of Wentong Investment Company, Feng Lun. After spending some time together, he had a close relationship with his former subordinate, the chairman of Wentong Investment Company, Feng Lun. Due to various reasons, they had a bad time.

Later, when Feng Lun became rich, he took the initiative to look for his former boss a few times. However, Mou Zhong did not give him face and firmly refused to meet him. Feng Lun was so angry that he said, "Don't meet him if you're alive. "

"Lil Fan, I had no choice but to do this. " Seeing Fan Xuehua's frown and his unhappy face, Huang Weidong secretly smiled and said, "As long as you quit the competition and support Zhou Boyi as the president of Hucheng Group, then everything will be fine. "

"Didn't you ask for evidence from me just now?" A mocking sneer appeared on Huang Weidong's face. He glanced at Fan Xuehua and said coldly, "I have the evidence. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you out. "

"Just say it. Someone has already provided me with the materials to prove that the two migrant workers who beat Wan Laifu to death were instigated by your father to beat them up. "

Before looking for Fan Xuehua to talk about this matter in person, Huang Chengzong had already found out the ins and outs of the matter from the mouth of the young thief Zhang Fujia, as well as the garbage collector called Old Gen.

When Huang Weidong found out about this situation, he secretly discussed it with his son and decided to make a big fuss about this matter. He would use the fate of the latter half of Fan Wenbin's life as bait and coerce Fan Xuehua to withdraw from the competition according to their wishes.

At this moment, facing Huang Weidong's cold gaze and his vigorous words, Fan Xuehua could not help but feel very empty in his heart. He was like a primary school student who had done something wrong, very weak and helpless.

Later, when he understood the truth of the matter, he was very regretful and angry. He cursed Huang Weidong for being cunning and sinister. At the same time, he hated his own incompetence at this time.

According to Ning Peng's words, it was precisely Huang Weidong who grasped Fan Xuehua's fragile mentality and was worried that something would happen to his father, Fan Wenbin, and coupled with his lack of social experience, that he dared to make such a ruthless move.

"Boss Huang, you don't need a knife to kill people, and you don't need to see blood. What a brilliant move. " Seeing Huang Weidong's unrelenting expression, Fan Xuehua pretended to be very calm and said, "You are going to kill my father. "

Fan Xuehua was shocked by what Huang Weidong had just said, but he didn't quite believe it. However, looking at the sneer on the fat face of the other party, Fan Xuehua had no choice but to believe it.

If it was really as Huang Weidong had said, his father would have hurt Wan Laifu in order to get the unearthed cultural relic. He secretly ordered the two migrant workers to hurt Wan Laifu.

Later, when his injuries gradually worsened, and he did not take any medical measures, it resulted in Wan Laifu's final death. Then, Fan Wenbin should indeed be punished by the law.

In Fan Xuehua's impression, his father was not such a fierce person. Although he also loved money, he was not so cruel. For the sake of a cultural relic, he dared to secretly order people to kill Wan Laifu.

However, on second thought, everything in the world was in the midst of changing at any moment, including everyone. It was not like this in the past, but it could not be guaranteed that it would never be like this.

It had to be known that in this world, everything was always related to movement and general. Motion was mainly based on the contradictions of "splitting things into two" within objects to form the motion law of debate. And contradictions were the debate of unification between the object and the object.

When he thought about it, Fan Xuehua also felt that his father might have been greedy for a moment, and that was why he had done such a thing without caring about the consequences. However, no matter what, he could not just watch his sick father be thrown into jail because he wanted to be the president of Huacheng Group.

Foide had once said that life was like a game of chess. A single mistake and he would lose everything. This was a sad thing. Moreover, one couldn't regret it in life and couldn't do it again.

Thus, under Huang Weidong's cold and proud gaze, Fan Xuehua's fragile mental defense collapsed bit by bit.

He could clearly hear a loud boom from the depths of his heart. It was the sound of his mental breakdown.

"Alright, since Boss Huang said so, I can't do anything about it. " Fan Xuehua's expression was gloomy. He said in a very low voice, "I'm willing to withdraw from this competition and let Zhou Boyi be the president of Hucheng Group. "

After saying this, he did not dare to meet Huang Weidong's gaze. He painfully lowered his head, which had always been very arrogant, and then a few drops of painful tears flowed down.

Seeing this scene, a trace of guilt suddenly flashed in Huang Weidong's heart. However, very quickly, a trace of satisfaction surged up. For the benefit of the Huang Family, this was the only thing he could do.

"Lil Fan, this matter is over just like that. " Huang Weidong took another sip of hot tea and said indifferently, "Don't worry. I will destroy the evidence that is against your father. "

After Fan Xuehua left, Huang Weidong came to the window with a teacup. Looking at the gloomy sky and the hazy mountains in the distance, he could not help but feel no joy of victory. Instead, it was heavy, like a huge Yellow River cobblestone. It was very heavy.