The first thousand and thirty-six chapters of a lifetime of hard work
"Fatal conflict?"
Song Sanxi was slightly startled and couldn't help but laugh.
Su Yourong's language is becoming more and more interesting.
"Thank you for your concern. Everything is fine with me and my hair is intact. Remember what happened when Tiantian was kidnapped, right?"
"Remember...you mean? Gu Dong has something to do with this?" Su Yourong was a little surprised, and his tone was almost unsteady.
"Behind the scenes is Risang's evil killer organization Sanba Society, but Gu Dong hired them this time, and they have a lot of people, and they want to kill me. He won't be convinced until I die. But fortunately, I was prepared and killed him.
Tiantian’s kidnapping was completely avenged. The bodies of Gu Dong, the top leader of the Sanba Society, and one of their members fell into the sea more than 700 meters deep in an armored vehicle.”
Song Sanxi tried to speak calmly.
Su Yourong was shocked and a little uncomfortable when he heard this.
The one who feels uncomfortable is Gu Dong. The boy she liked so much back then has degenerated into cooperating with the Risang people?
In the end, Su Yourong sighed softly: "That's all, he brought it upon himself, no one else can blame him. He deliberately tried to harm you, but he harmed others and ultimately harmed himself! Well, in the future, no one will harm you or think about you anymore, right?
?”
Song Sanxi found it difficult to answer this question.
As life gets bigger and bigger and goes higher and higher, who will not be missed?
However, he smiled and said, "I hope so! The world is at peace, life is at peace, and we are all at peace. We can just sing the Taiping Sutra together."
Su Yourong smiled slightly and said in a very soft voice, "You are so funny. The world is at peace, so you should...should..."
After saying that, she paused for a moment before she hardened her heart and said, "It's time to consider personal issues."
"Yes, the boss is not young anymore. In two years' time, I will be thirty. Ms. Yourong, you should also think about it..."
"Hey, you! Why did you pull it on me?"
"Did I pull it?"
"No?"
"hehe……"
"..."
Overall, it was a pleasant morning for Su Yourong.
Even if Gu Dong's death, the good years in her memory have completely become a memory.
This man who never died of the death of Song Sanxi failed to survive his fate.
Thinking about his death, Su Yourong still felt a little uncomfortable. Maybe, she blamed herself.
If it weren't for her, how could it have ended like this?
Love is really deceiving.
She and Gu Dong only held hands when they were in school, and they didn't hold hands very often.
And Gu Dong's life went from being excellent and gentle when he was in school to becoming gloomy, extreme, and unable to recognize reality!
Unscrupulous revenge will not yield good results.
On the contrary, Song Sanxi turned around magnificently and got better and better.
It seems that God is taking care of him?
No!
Su Yourong felt that he was controlling his own life and holding his destiny in his hands.
He was steady and generous, mature and meticulous, foresight and far-sighted, which allowed him to win in the end.
In fact, Su Yourong's heart was already with him.
Winning her heart is more important than anything else.
It’s just that Su Yourong recognized the reality and knew his origin—a sinful family! Alas...
But contacting him made this morning a pleasant one.
As for Song Sanxi, she also felt pretty good this morning.
After ending the call, he looked at the time and smiled lightly.
It's time to welcome Ding Jing.
This woman was the only one other than Team Xizhi who knew his detailed itinerary in East Push.
No matter how well-informed the Sanba Society is, it is impossible for them to know the check-in information of "Huang Shifu" so quickly.
The only thing is that Ding Jing revealed the news.
Song Sanxi smiled lightly, "Fortunately, it may not be a bad thing to plan ahead and think more about it."
Otherwise, your life will depend on it.
Near noon, Ding Jing called.
Song Sanxi looked at the caller number and smiled coldly.
Fortunately, I, Huang Shifu, am not Master Huang, otherwise your life would be full of pornography.
He answered the phone and said, "Reporter Ding, good afternoon."
"Mr. Huang, good afternoon. Sorry, the road here is blocked by heavy snow, so I may not be able to have dinner with you until the evening."
"Okay, it's okay, just pay attention to safety. I'll just wait for you at the Sailing Hotel in the evening."
"Well, okay, Burj Al Arab, see you there."
"See you or see you."
After Song Sanxi hung up the phone, she said calmly: Sail Hotel? Haha, this boat has capsized long ago. Are you still so calm? Do you know any news?
After lunch, Song Sanxi took a nap before setting off for the Ukelan Shipyard.
There is no need for Ding Jing, his Donluosh language is enough for communication.
When he arrived outside the old shipyard, the guards there seemed to remember him and were quite enthusiastic.
However, when Song Sanxi expressed her desire to meet factory director Roland Dulev, she was a little embarrassed and said that it would be difficult to meet him.
Song Sanxi asked in confusion: "What's wrong, friend?"
"The efficiency of the factory is getting worse and worse, there are very few orders, and we have too many employees who need to be taken care of for the elderly. Alas... the factory director has been in a bad mood. He drinks to drown his sorrows in the office every day, and his temper is not getting better.
"
Song Sanxi smiled, "That's great, I'm here to negotiate orders, in units of 100 million US dollars."
"ah?"
The other party was excited and immediately let Song Sanxi in.
Of course, I checked my ID, and Song Sanxi registered: Yanzhou Empire, Ningzhongzhou, Laomen entertainment businessman.
After registration was completed, a security guard personally accompanied Song Sanxi to the factory director's office.
Knocking on the door, a strong smell of alcohol wafted over.
The security guard couldn't help but frown, waved his hand in front of his eyes, smiled helplessly at Song Sanxi, and then pointed.
I saw the old factory director's office that still had a bit of luxury, and Roland Duleff was sitting crookedly on the luxurious worn leather sofa in the living room.
Ignoring him, he still held a bottle of high-strength liquor in his hand.
From that location, you can also see the entire factory outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He was a little distracted and motionless.
The unshaven man, who was originally in his fifties, looked very vicissitudes of life, aging, and his skin was fair and dull.
Song Sanxi clearly knew the past of this factory director.
Roland Dulev was born in the family hospital of this factory, grew up in the family hospital, and studied in the school affiliated with the shipyard until he went to university.
The university is not far from the factory, it is the famous East Push Military Academy.
Moreover, he also majored in ship design.
After graduating from university, he entered the Ukolan Shipyard and worked as an ordinary employee, gradually becoming the director of the factory.
His life was concentrated in the Ukolan Shipyard, almost within a radius of fifteen kilometers.
He witnessed the splendor and glory of the factory and the former Rosh Federation. There were hundreds of escort, destroyer, and submarine warships, and seven aircraft carriers.
Of course, he also witnessed the decline and decline of the factory and the former Rosh Federation. Including the disintegration of the Rosh Federation, the devaluation of the currency Lob, and the independence of Skuyton, disarmament, handing over nuclear weapons, developing science and agriculture, and finally being conquered by the West.
The Rosh Federation oppressed and turned it into an agricultural country.
He has devoted his life's efforts to this shipyard. He loves it here, but he is helpless in the face of its decline.
Including the two rusty unfinished aircraft carriers with trees growing on them, he personally participated in the design. Originally, they were the greatest achievements in science and technology in his life. As a result, they are now like huge garbage, abandoned in the complex.