"You go and investigate the whereabouts of the gardener now. I'll go back to the hospital first."
Ruan Su looked at the calm swimming pool, and then glanced at the other layouts of the Song family, "Remember what I just said, restoring it to its original state is the best. Don't act rashly on your family's layout. This is what the predecessors have laid out for you, the younger generations.
All the great Feng Shui formations were destroyed by this gardener."
"You mean there is a Feng Shui array in my house?" Song Ci's head was dizzy.
Ruan Su nodded. Generally, the ancestors of such a large family in the early years would ask some experts to set up a great Feng Shui array to protect future generations and continue their peace and prosperity.
The same is true for the Song family.
"This feng shui was supposed to bless the Song family's continued good fortune, but it was destroyed. If the feng shui is restored, there shouldn't be a big problem." .??.
Ruan Su's cold voice calmly explained their confusion.
"I see, Miss Ruan, you are truly the benefactor of our Song family." Song Ci said excitedly and gratefully, "In the future, if you are of any use to our Song family, just ask."
"Yes, especially since our Ye and Song families are in-laws."
"Our Song family is lucky to have met Miss Ruan."
Ruan Su's face remained calm, and he did not express joy because of being praised and complimented by others. "It's just a little effort."
She didn't stay too long at Song's house, but went directly to the hospital.
On the way to the hospital, I received a call from Jiang Xinyu, "Boss, are you back? I have something important to tell you."
Ruan Su's thin white fingers holding the phone glowed coldly in the sunlight, "What's wrong?"
"Just half an hour ago, a female corpse was found in the machinery of our Centenarian Medicine factory. And it seems that she didn't die just recently, but she had been dead for at least a month." Jiang Xinyu said irritably, "And although
She was found in our machine, but this is 100% not the first scene. She must have been thrown here."
Ruan Su looked slightly startled, "Has something like this happened in our factory? Did you call the police?"
"Report it, the police have arrived." Jiang Xinyu was really depressed. This was a big problem for Centennial Medicine.
Not only will it affect the company's reputation and reputation, it may also affect its stock price.
Especially those netizens who do all kinds of sexy things regardless of indiscriminate and indiscriminate ways, and constantly repost and comment on the Weibo platform.
Jiang Xinyu felt that things were really like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.
Ping'an Jiangcheng's Weibo posted a blue notice every minute, saying that no suspects were currently identified and the investigation results would be released as soon as possible.
However, the trending search about the 100-year-old medicinal grass that harms human lives was still upvoted.
For a company, such a scandal is simply
Devastating.
I especially remember that a few years ago, there was an electronics factory where employees would always commit suicide by jumping off the building. The impact was particularly huge at that time.
The negative impact is almost like a tsunami, which cannot be stopped at all.
Several hundred-year-old medicines were listed on hot searches on the Internet, and almost all of them revolved around this female corpse.
Netizens held their own opinions and even spontaneously launched a boycott of Centennial Medicine.
Ruan Su had already arrived at the hospital. She got out of the car and read the public opinions on the Internet as she walked.
Public opinion is almost one-sided, and everyone is criticizing Centennial Medicine for killing people.
There were also some mythical rumors, saying that the deceased was Jiang Xinyu's lover, and that Jiang Xinyu loved Ruan Su, so he was very annoyed by this lover's entanglement, and in the end Jiang Xinyu killed this lover.
Another version is that this lover loved Jiang Xinyu deeply, but could not get Jiang Xinyu's response, so he committed suicide in depression.
In short... none of them are good words.
All are very sexy versions of stories.
That is simply a more beautiful fantasy legend than the Internet.
Jiang Xinyu was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone.
The official Weibo of Centenarian Medicine issued a statement directly, telling netizens that Jiang Xinyu did not know the deceased at all and had no relationship with the deceased. He was not a criminal suspect. If he were, the police would have arrested him in minutes.
However, under this statement, no netizens were reading the statement seriously, and all of them were cursing.
"What a rubbish company."
"Were all the charities we did before fake?"
"The police arrest people and arrest all enterprises that harm people."
This is simply an unnecessary disaster.
The so-called rumors stop at the fact that wise people simply look at the current situation as unlikely.
Ruan Su was already about to reach the ward, but he turned on his toes and walked towards the outside of the hospital.
She must now go to the factory of Centennial Medicine.
Her intuition told her that things were not that simple.
After exiting the hospital gate, she hailed a taxi directly. During this period, she had been staying at Kunye's house, but she still felt very friendly when she suddenly returned to China.
Everything is so familiar.
Centennial Pharmaceuticals has factories in several provinces and cities across the country.
It's not just in Beijing, there are several branches.
.
After all, Centenarian Medicine has invested a lot of money in order to ensure the supply of medicines and research.
Nowadays, when my career is booming, an unknown female corpse appears. How evil it seems.
Baisui Pharmaceutical's factory in Beijing is located in the west of the suburbs of Beijing, a certain distance from the urban area.
After driving for about an hour, the taxi finally stopped at the entrance of the factory.
The driver was a little frightened. He looked around and said, "Why are you still here? I heard that someone died here."
Ruan Su paid the fare and got off the bus, "There used to be mass graves here!"
"What, when?" The driver's face suddenly turned pale and his lips were trembling.
"In ancient times." Ruan Su glanced at him with hooked lips, and saw the driver take a deep breath, slam on the accelerator, turn around, and run away in a flash.
This woman is so beautiful, how come her words are so scary?
The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, it is important to save your life.
Taxi drivers like them are generally quite superstitious, especially when they have to drive late at night and wait until midnight...
They all pray a lot and stuff like that.
Ruan Su just saw that he was timid and wanted to tease him.
Now she turned around and looked at the factory door, then walked in.
The old man in his fifties who was guarding the gate saw a young woman approaching and immediately raised his baton, "Hey, who are you? Here..."
He suddenly looked up and saw Ruan Su's familiar and beautiful face, "Ah! Chairman? Are you back?"
"Yes." Ruan Su nodded, "Uncle Wu."
"Oh, hurry up! The factory is in chaos." Uncle Wu shook his head helplessly, "Several waves of reporters came today, and they only stopped for a while at this point."
As the sun set, the reporters had enough trouble and left.
Now the whole factory is silent. After such an accident, the workers have gone back for vacation.
A breeze came, making the leaves rustle.
Ruan Su walked on the road to the factory building, heading towards the factory director's office.
The factory director is very worried now and is complaining to Jiang Xinyu, "Mr. Jiang, tell me what all this is about? Our factory is so formal, but this kind of thing still happens. Someone must be intentionally harming us! They are jealous of our sales!"
"It seems we can't just leave this matter to the police for investigation. We also need to investigate it ourselves. Let's find out who the deceased is first." Jiang Xinyu also had a splitting headache.
Especially those silly netizens who insist on
The dead man was involved with him.
Pull out all kinds of wonderful stories that are comparable to those on the Internet.
To be continued...