Chen Weidong couldn't help but frowned. Think about it, the person who can make Miss Zhu show such an expression at a glance is probably not a simple existence. Needless to say, both parties must be very familiar with each other.
Looking at her appearance and figure, well, she is indeed top-notch. She is neither too old nor too young, but she is definitely a little older than the two sisters anyway.
And she can come in and out of here freely - this is very important! It can be seen from this that the people in the Zhu family are very relieved about her, otherwise they would never let her in here.
So here comes the question, a beautiful woman who makes Lao Zhu very relieved, but also makes Miss Zhu very unpleasant to look at... Well, the answer seems to be ready.
Chen Weidong didn't know what to call this woman. After all, Miss Zhu said that this woman was not married to his father. She currently held an important position in the group and was one of the backbones of the group. On the surface, she was innocent.
, don’t shout randomly.
But, privately, who doesn’t know about her relationship with Lao Zhu?
The reason why Miss Zhu hates her so much is probably because of her "stepmother"...
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Uncle Fu rushed to smooth things over: "Hey, the two ladies are back. Come on, come in and take a rest."
Zhu Yunxin snorted coldly and walked past the woman without even saying hello.
Zhu Xueming was not as rude as her sister. When she passed by, she nodded politely to the other party and said with a sweet smile: "Hello, Aunt Cheng, why are you free to come here today?"
The woman also showed a charming smile: "Oh. Recently, the group has entered Jianglin. Your father is very busy and has some health problems. So he can't make it for the time being, so I will come to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony on his behalf."
"That's it. Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Cheng." Xiaoxue smiled, said nothing, and followed her sister inside.
Chen Weidong knew Xiaoxue's character very well. Generally speaking, any normal person standing in front of her would not be so impatient and leave before she finished speaking.
The reason why I talked to that woman was entirely because of the polite habits developed through a good education. In fact, I felt very disgusted with her in my heart.
Just as he was thinking about it, he looked him up and down. He smiled and said, "This must be Mr. Chen, right? I heard Mr. Zhu mention you a long time ago. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."
Everyone took the initiative to say hello, but Chen Weidong couldn't pretend not to notice, so he could only reach out and shake Mr. Cheng's hand. He felt that the other person's little hand was soft and boneless, fragrant and smooth, and felt very good.
Uncle Fu came over and began to ask the two ladies how their life was at school. Did they encounter any trouble?
Chen Weidong understood the old man's worries very well, so he patiently chatted with Uncle Fu.
He was very eloquent, and once he said a few short jokes, he immediately made Fu Bo burst into laughter.
The three of them entered the room. Mr. Cheng said hello and went into the room. Chen Weidong had clairvoyant eyes and saw the woman sitting in front of the computer and sending emails after entering the room. She was probably dealing with official business.
"Mr. Chen, you seem to know our Mr. Cheng?" Uncle Fu's eyes were very sharp, and it didn't take long for him to notice something strange in Chen Weidong's eyes.
"Oh. Is her surname Cheng?" Chen Weidong nodded, thoughtfully.
After hearing what he said, Uncle Fu was a little confused about the situation. Could it be that he had guessed wrong again?
Fortunately, Chen Weidong immediately explained, saying that when he lived with the two ladies before, he had heard them mention some things at home, and in his impression, there seemed to be such a "dead vixen".
Of course, this statement is completely the tone of the eldest lady. He, Chen Weidong, just uses it unchanged and does not represent any of his own feelings*.
"Hahaha..." After hearing this, Uncle Fu couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Chen, you are really interesting. Just say it, it's not a big deal."
"Oh...that's it." Chen Weidong understood instantly: Uncle Fu was also on the side of the eldest lady and had no interest in this so-called Mr. Cheng.
"By the way, Uncle Fu, I have a few questions that I would like to ask, and I hope you can give me some advice."
"Ahem, what's that? Just ask Mr. Chen, I know everything."
"What position does Mr. Cheng hold within the group?"
"Oh, she, she is the deputy general manager of the group and one of the directors of the board of directors. She is quite influential in the group. In recent years, Mr. Zhu has been in poor health. Many decisions are made and executed by her, so
The actual status may be higher than the position."
"Well." Chen Weidong nodded, and couldn't help but recall that scene a long, long time ago...
At that time, a group of killers plotted to assassinate the Zhu sisters. Together with Ding Le and Fang Shaokun, he killed almost all of the gang of killers.
Afterwards, the three of them were sitting in the car smoking cigarettes. While waiting for the police, Ding Le seemed to have received a phone call, and the person was none other than "Mr. Cheng."
Chen Weidong never asked Ding Le who was talking to him on the phone, but recalling the voice at that time, it seemed very similar to the Mr. Cheng he met today, and it was almost certain that it was him.
Mr. Cheng was the one who hired Ding Le to spy on the two ladies, and by the way, he also spied on him, Chen Weidong.
This book is not unusual. After all, Mr. Cheng is the person close to Lao Zhu. There is nothing wrong with leaving the family affairs to her.
But Chen Weidong clearly remembers one thing: when Ding Le called Mr. Cheng, her attitude was very calm, as if she said: "You did a good job. The follow-up work will be handed over to the local police. You don't have to."
Don't worry more."
Next, Ding Le frowned and said: "Mr. Cheng, I think this incident was a planned murder, and there is no guarantee that there will not be a second wave, a third wave, or a fourth wave. If the second wave continues,
If these young ladies stay in Luo'an, I don't think I have enough ability to protect them. As for this pervert, you can go find whoever you want, I can't do it."
Mr. Cheng replied: "Mr. Ding, I think you misunderstood. I have no other intention. I just want you to take a break. Someone else will temporarily replace you at work. As for this time, you have done a great job."
Okay, in terms of salary, I will give you a fifty percent increase."
When he heard that the money had been increased, Ding Le couldn't express his anger even though he was angry. After all, the salary in his industry was very unstable. He would not let go of a big deal like this, so it was nothing to be angry. He just had to endure it.
It’s over, there’s no need to struggle with money.
After chatting for a few more words, both parties hung up the call politely.
Thinking of this, Chen Weidong couldn't help but frowned...
He has a very good memory and recalled all the conversations between the two of them almost word for word.
But the more this happened, the more puzzled he became.
What does this "Mr. Cheng" mean? Listening to her talk, I always have a strange feeling...
Logically speaking, she is from the Donghua Group and is close to Lao Zhu. She suddenly heard that the two little princesses were in danger, so she should have some emotional fluctuations, right?
But she is too calm...yes, just too calm!
This kind of way of doing things is rare. It can be said that even if the mountain collapses, it will not change. It sounds simple to say it, but how many people can actually do it?
If this woman is not extremely talented and always extremely rational in doing things, then there is almost only one possibility left: she already knew about this!!
Regarding this conjecture, Chen Weidong thought of it at the time, but at that time he was not prepared to meddle in this matter, so he did not continue to study it in depth.
However, his status is different now. Since he is receiving Lao Zhu's salary, he still feels a bit sorry for Lao Zhu if he doesn't do anything.
Mr. Cheng... Hehe, let's put a label on her. When you have time, you must check her background.
Just as he was lighting up a cigarette, countless thoughts had already passed through someone's mind, and he had even thought about inviting Ding Le out for a meal or tea tomorrow to have a good chat about this matter.
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"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen?" Uncle Fu frowned when he saw Chen Weidong's expression was different.
"Well, here you are, what's going on?"
"Why...why do you suddenly ask Mr. Zhu? Is there any special reason?"
"A little bit." Chen Weidong touched his chin and gave a vague answer.
Out of caution, he did not state it directly. After all, all the above thoughts were his conjectures and could not be used as evidence.
Even if Mr. Cheng's attitude is a little too calm, it is not illegal. You can't just judge her as having a conspiracy because of this, right? That would be too arbitrary and too emotional.
This matter still needs to be investigated slowly, and it must be done in a secretive manner so as not to alert others.
Uncle Fu is an old man. When he saw Chen Weidong's expression, he understood immediately. He didn't ask any more questions and just smiled and said: "It's okay, Mr. Chen, just go ahead and do it. If you need any help, just let me know."
That’s fine.”
Chen Weidong smiled slightly: "Well, I'd like to thank Uncle Fu."
As she spoke, Zhu Yunxin's complaints were already heard: "Why are there shrimp balls and snow lake jade lotus roots again? Can you cook some edible dishes? I finally came back and you can't comfort me. I'm sorry.
stomach?"
Fu Bo immediately had a dark look on his face. The chefs he invited were all locals from Luo'an. Jiang Lin cooked the dishes very well. Unfortunately, Miss Zhu didn't seem to buy it and often complained.
No, it's here again today, it's really a headache...
When Chen Weidong heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
Miss Zhu has always been naughty, and of course he is very aware of it. Besides, this is not the first time he has dealt with this situation. When we lived together before, Miss Zhu was very picky about food. She would not eat this or buy this.
He didn’t eat that either, so in the end it was up to him, Chef Chen, to take action himself to solve the problem.
It seemed that today was no exception. Chen Weidong immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen. (To be continued)