12dz Chapter 135 The Fate of the Oriental Group
Chapter 135 The Fate of the Oriental Group
Chapter 135 The Fate of the Oriental Group
"Mr. Zhuo, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." Wu Changming took responsibility for his actions and bowed ninety degrees, almost kneeling down to kowtow.
Zhuo Yang looked at him with a wry smile, "It's okay, your father is fine now anyway."
This guy is a simpleton, single-minded, and once he's made up his mind about something, he'll stick to it and won't change his mind easily. It's no easy feat for him to come and apologize.
Wu Changming refused to get up, maintaining his bowed posture, and turned his head to face Zhuo Yang: "Mr. Zhuo, I am still very dissatisfied with you cultivators. There are not many good ones. You are an exception. You are the only good cultivator I have ever met!"
Zhuo Yang's lips twitched; he didn't really want to talk to him.
Wu Changming continued, "You saved my father, you are my benefactor, I entrust my life to you!" He then bowed again.
"No!" Zhuo Yang dodged to the side, unable to bear the man's gratitude. If he were to recount how he had offered his life as atonement back then, how could he explain it to Old Wu?
However, I'm not angry anymore.
Wu Changming, however, was very insistent. He knelt down on the ground with a thud, uttering a string of curses and oaths. Finally, he said, "Mr. Zhuo, I entrust my life to you. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If you tell me to kill a dog, I will never chase a chicken!"
"You're a soldier, don't give me that crap!" Zhuo Yang said impatiently.
Wu Hongliang straightened up and said with a serious expression, "I retired three years ago and can no longer be considered a soldier. I now work at Longting All-Selling Trade Company as a combat team member. My personal commitment has nothing to do with Longting!"
"Anyway, you're my benefactor. If you ever need anything, just call me. I'll go through fire and water for you without hesitation!"
This guy clasped his hands together, making a resounding gesture, and seemed to be serious.
Zhuo Yang looked at him indifferently, then a thought struck him, and he asked, "You have a mission in Lingzhou, right?"
Wu Changming nodded and said, "That's right, they're escorting a batch of supplies, saying they're going to give them to a cultivator named Zhuo Yang... Sigh, could it be you?"
The guy looked astonished, then scratched his head and grinned foolishly: "It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple! Manager Zhou said you're one of us. Look at my brain, haha..."
"Hehe!" Zhuo Yang laughed helplessly. That person was none other than me. The supplies that this guy was escorting were the ones Zhou Hanxiao had promised to send to me for alchemy.
However, Zhou Hanxiao's comment that I am one of our own is quite intriguing!
At this moment, Dongfang Jiye returned. Wu Changming wasn't stupid; he knew the two had something to say, so he greeted them and went back to find his father.
“Mr. Zhuo, I’ve already spoken with the police, and they’ve thoroughly investigated the driver’s background.” Dongfang Jiye said indignantly, “That guy was driving drunk early this morning, illegally transporting construction waste, and he’s got a mountain of gambling debts behind his back!”
"I'm certain that someone instructed him behind the scenes to deliberately cause an accident and murder Lao Wu!"
With a punch to the palm, Dongfang Jiye looked furious, as if he were about to chop someone up.
Zhuo Yang sneered, "Is the driver already dead?"
Dongfang Jiye paused for a moment, then frowned and said, "Yes, he died in the ambulance. He must have been seriously injured when the accident happened."
He hadn't mentioned this to Zhuo Yang.
"You believe that?" Zhuo Yang snorted.
Dongfang Jiye narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "You mean, someone is trying to silence you?"
Zhuo Yang shook his head: "Not necessarily, but I'm certain that the person behind this is targeting me!"
"You?" Dongfang Jiye's face darkened as he pondered silently.
Just then, his phone rang. After answering, his face turned ashen. "Mr. Zhuo, something's happened to my company. The stock has plummeted. I have to go back to the company immediately to deal with it!"
"I'll go with you!" Zhuo Yang snorted inwardly.
As the two left, a middle-aged nurse in the emergency center kept staring at their retreating figures with a sharp, icy gaze.
She quietly entered an empty hospital room and dialed a number.
"Old Ma, Wu Hongliang is not dead. Zhuo Yang came and saved his life. Now he has gone to the headquarters of Dongfang Group with Dongfang Jiye!"
"understood!"
In a dimly lit room in the Ma family's old house, the tables and chairs were covered in dust, clearly indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.
Yang Xi stood by the window and said with disgust, "I hate places with poor lighting. The Ma family actually still has a century-old house. Are they planning to do tourism business in the future?"
Ma Jian'an was displeased, but he didn't show it in front of Yang Xi because the other party represented the Wang family of Beijing.
“The old house is quiet and no one will break in, making it perfect for setting up plans,” Ma Jian’an said leisurely.
Yang Xi was still dissatisfied. He stood in front of the bed with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for something.
Not long after, Ma Jian'an's phone rang. It was a call from the nurse at the hospital's emergency center.
"Kaka..."
The phone made a cracking sound when it was gripped so tightly, and then it shattered.
Ma Jian'an said bitterly, "Wu Hongliang didn't die, he was saved by Zhuo Yang!"
"Hmph!" Yang Xi turned around and looked at Ma Jian'an with disdain. "Your Ma family's power seems to be much weaker than I imagined. You even had to cause a car accident to kill someone, and you still didn't manage to kill them."
Ma Jian'an said through gritted teeth, his face grim, "How was I supposed to know that Zhuo Yang had suddenly returned to Lingzhou? The intelligence you provided said that Zhuo Yang should still be on the helicopter at this time, otherwise Wu Hongliang would have been dead long ago!"
"Stay calm." Yang Xi smiled mysteriously. "Wu Hongliang is nothing to worry about. It doesn't matter whether we kill him or not."
"Didn't you say you wanted to cut off Zhuo Yang's supporters?" Ma Jian'an suppressed his anger, his fists clenched tightly.
“That’s right, Wu Hongliang is Zhuo Yang’s right-hand man, but he’s just a pawn.” Yang Xi, like any cunning strategist from ancient times, maintained a smug smile throughout. “The truly important person by Zhuo Yang’s side is Dongfang Jiye!”
“Okay, I’ll listen to you. What’s the next step?” Ma Jian’an took a deep breath to calm his expression.
"Next, we'll deal with Dongfang Jiye. I want the entire Dongfang Group to collapse within a single day!" Yang Xi stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist tightly, as if he were crushing something with force.
Ma Jian'an looked incredulous. "Dongfang Jiye is the richest man in Lingzhou. The Dongfang Group, which he founded, has assets worth billions and a wide range of businesses. How could it collapse in a single day?"
Yang Xi sneered and said emphatically, "Has this mere richest man in Lingzhou ever seen real financial tactics?"
After clapping his hands a few times, a voice immediately rang out from outside the door: "Mr. Yang, we have begun selling off the shares of the Oriental Group that we acquired in the past few days, and the stock price has plummeted..."
Yang Xi sneered a few times and said to Ma Jian'an, "Did you hear that? The plan started a long time ago. Today is just a decisive battle that will determine the fate of the Oriental Group!"