Soon, with the help of the black intermediary, Ah Long's ashes were buried in the mausoleum, and a tombstone was quickly erected.

"Doot toot!"

In the dead tomb, the wind is cold.

In the tombstone group, Song Yuanhua stood quietly, looking at Ah Long's tombstone in front of him, with a sinister smile on his face, he directly took out his mobile phone and dialed a call.

"Boss Song, is there something wrong with me?"

On the other end of the phone, there was an extremely arrogant voice.

"Shen Lihan, unfortunately, I have bad news to tell you."

Song Yuanhua said sadly.

"What's the bad news? Is there less bad news for me? ”

On the other end of the phone, there was a very dissatisfied questioning voice.

"Aaron is dead!"

Song Yuanhua smiled darkly, but his tone was extremely sad.

"What?! You repeat!!! ”

On the other end of the phone, there was a voice of extreme shock, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

"Aaron is dead!"

Song Yuanhua repeated.

"Who the would dare touch my brother?"

Shen Lihan instantly burst into anger, and roared angrily, "Ah Long and I are like brothers, whoever dares to touch my brother, I will take his life!" ”

Hearing this, Song Yuanhua laughed silently.

"What the hell is going on, tell me clearly!"

Shen Lihan immediately asked.

"Aaron was beaten to death by a man."

Song Yuanhua said sadly, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

"Where are you now?"

When Shen Lihan heard this, he immediately couldn't hold his breath and immediately asked.

"I'm in the Kaiyuan City Mausoleum, standing in front of Ah Long's tomb."

Song Yuanhua replied immediately.

"Wait, I'll go to you right away."

Shen Lihan said gloomily, and hung up the phone.

"Haha......"

Song Yuanhua put down the phone.

In the dead silence of the mausoleum, there was a loud laugh of madness.

Three hours later.

A man wearing a black fur coat and a sheep felt hat, mixed with meat, and exuding a fierce aura from top to bottom, appeared in the tomb of Kaiyuan City.

The man had a long scratch on his face that ran from his forehead to the bottom of his neck.

It's like splitting your face in half.

The sturdy figure seemed to tremble unbearably with every step he took.

This person is Ah Long's senior brother, Shen Lihan.

"This is Aaron's tomb?"

Walking straight to Song Yuanhua, who was standing in front of Ah Long's tomb, Shen Lihan's eyes were narrowed, and his eyes were glowing with a terrifying coldness.

"Yes."

Song Yuanhua replied with a sad face.

"Is it a corpse or ashes?"

Shen Lihan asked.

"Ashes."

Song Yuanhua replied.

"How did Aaron die?"

Shen Lihan walked to the tombstone, squatted down, kowtowed three times, stroked the tombstone, and asked.

"He was beaten to death by a man named Eucommia."

When he spoke, Song Yuanhua's face was pale, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes, and he said with a panicked face: "Yesterday I took Ah Long to inspect a piece of land I bought, and met a person named Du Zhong, who also took a fancy to that piece of land, but I didn't sell it, so he took the initiative to provoke and almost crippled me. ”

"Ah Long has always treated me as a brother, I was bullied, of course he couldn't look at it, and immediately fought with Du Zhong, and finally ...... was beaten to death by Eucommia, and he didn't even close his eyes when he died. ”

Song Yuanhua's eyes were red, and tears were rolling.

In front of the tombstone.

Shen Lihan's face turned pale.

Lowered his head in great pain, and his eyes, which had been glowing with coldness, were covered with a layer of tears, and with the blink of his eyelids, tears poured down like a torrent.

"The murderer is open source, right?"

Shen Lihan asked.

"Yes."

Song Yuanhua nodded.

"How strong is he, how old is he, what does he look like, where is he?"

Shen Lihan asked several questions in a row, and before the words fell, he wiped away his tears, stood up violently, and shouted angrily: "Sue me all of them!" ”

"I only know that his name is Du Zhong, he is more powerful than Ah Long, he looks like he is in his twenties, he is handsome, his temperament is very outstanding, and he should be on Lotus Mountain now......"

Song Yuanhua cried with a sad face, and answered Shen Lihan's questions sentence by sentence.

"Anything else?"

Shen Lihan asked.

"Nope."

Song Yuanhua shook his head with a painful expression.

"I'll ask you again."

Shen Lihan walked up to Song Yuanhua's side and asked in his ear, "Murderer, why didn't you kill you?" ”

Song Yuanhua raised his head violently, looked straight ahead, and was speechless for a while, unable to say anything.

"You watched Aaron die in front of you."

Shen Lihan gritted his teeth and said with a calm face: "Then you deserve to die." ”

Speaking of which, the right hand, which was only thick with calluses, stretched out violently and slapped directly on Song Yuanhua's heavenly spirit cover.

"Poof!"

Before Song Yuanhua could even react, his mouth couldn't help but open and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes looked at Shen Lihan in horror, revealing a deep look of disbelief and regret.

As soon as his eyes were closed, he collapsed weakly in front of Aaron's grave.

"Du Zhong, dare to kill my brother!"

"You wait for me, I must torture you slowly, so that your life is worse than death!"

"Start with what you like the most, little by little......"

……

After walking back and forth in the medicine factory, the plantation and the Lotus Mountain, Eucommia went home.

By the time I got home, it was nearly dusk.

Gu Muer, who got off work early, prepared a table of delicious dishes before Du Zhong came back.

"I've been very busy lately, and the performance of the pharmaceutical company is good, right?"

While eating, Gu Muer asked.

"Not bad, but ......"

Du Zhong hesitated slightly.

In the end, whether or not to sell the buyout right of the Holy Yin Pill is to sue Gu Mu'er.

"But what?"

Gu Muer asked as she ate.

"I sold the patent rights of the Holy Yin Pill."

Du Zhong opened his mouth directly.

After all, when he opened the pharmaceutical factory, Gu Muer also gave him one million, so there is no need to hide this from Gu Muer.

"Huh?"

As soon as she heard this, Gu Mu'er was shocked and asked, "The Holy Yin Pill sells so well, why do you want to sell it to others?" ”

"Our pharmaceutical factory is too small, and the future development is still very long, and on the future sales of Shengyin Pills, we will still face malicious competition from many manufacturers, and I will really be a busy person at that time."

Du Zhong smiled softly and added, "How dare I ignore you for the sake of money? ”

Hearing this, Gu Mu'er's little face was slightly red and she smiled sweetly.

"What's more, selling the Holy Yin Pill doesn't mean that I won't continue to start a business."

Du Zhong smiled and added, "Just empty-handed, how can I support my wife and my future children?" ”

A touch of shyness appeared on Gu Mu'er's face.

The color of joy is beyond words.

In the midst of a warm conversation, dinner ended quickly.

Pack up a qiē.

Du Zhong sat in the living room and watched TV with Gu Mu'er.

"What do you want to see?"

Hugging Gu Mu'er, who was leaning on his shoulder, Du Zhong asked softly.

"At this point, it seems that there is nothing to see except to watch the news."

Gu Muer pouted.

"That's right."

Du Zhong shook his head and chuckled.

"Newscasting."

"Jitai City, Qilu Province, was shocked to see a brick brother, and the city management was on duty, causing a tragedy."

Suddenly, a news trailer appeared on TV.

"It's chengguan again."

Gu Mu'er sat up straight, pursed her lips, and said dissatisfiedly: "This time, it won't be another beating, right?" ”

"If you look at it, you'll know."

Du Zhong sighed softly.

In recent years, there has been a lot of uproar in the law enforcement and beating incidents of chengguan, and almost every day in the news, there is a mention of the word chengguan.

In this regard, Du Zhong could only sigh lightly.

There was nothing he could do.

"Today's broadcast."

"Early this morning, on the central square of Jitai City, Qilu Province, a middle-aged man who hit his head against a brick appeared, claiming that ten yuan hit a brick, what was the reason for him to commit such a self-harming act?"

"Next, let's go and see together."

After the anchor made a summary, the news screen jumped out.

On the screen, a migrant worker in his 40s, carrying a cart carrying mortar on the construction site, is standing in the square.

In front of the trolley, a piece of cardboard hangs.

A line of words was written in red pen on the cardboard: In order to save children with brain tumors, ask well-wishers for donations, and for every ten donations, perform a brick smashing head.

Next to the cardboard, there is a cardboard box.

There was some change in the box.

The middle-aged man stood right behind the box, with a few smashed bricks scattered at his feet.

The camera turned to the middle-aged man's body, and saw that there were clear bump marks on his forehead, and the skin on his face was bruised.

Around the middle-aged man, several chengguan gathered around the trolley.

"If you want to raise donations, you can go to other places, this is the central square, the landmark of our Jitai City, how can you do such a thing here?"

"Let's go, don't make a fuss here, okay?"

Several chengguan walked up, directly dragged the middle-aged man's hand, and pulled the middle-aged man to the side.

"I beg you, let me stay for a day, and I will stay for a day."

The middle-aged man reluctantly wanted to break free from the chengguan and begged.

"You don't understand, do you?"

A chengguan stepped forward and asked with an unhappy face.

"I beg you, I beg you......"

The middle-aged man looked bitter and was about to fall to his knees.

"Push the cart away."

With a wave of his hand, no matter how the middle-aged man struggled, he directly asked someone to push away the cart and cardboard box full of bricks.

"The child has a brain tumor, and the father smashes his head to ask for donations, what is the truth?"

The anchor opened his mouth to say a word, and the TV screen jumped to the face of the middle-aged man.

"Why would you use such an extreme method?"

A reporter stood in front of the middle-aged man and asked.

"I can't help it, there's no way."

The middle-aged man cried and mourned, tanned by the sun, and looked extremely resolute, with a string of tears on his face, and said: "My son has been diagnosed with a brain tumor, and I have no other way than this!" ”

"What do you do?"

The journalist asked.

"I'm just a coolie moving bricks on a construction site."

The middle-aged man said while wiping away tears.

The expression on his face is sad.

"How old is your child?"

The reporter also frowned, the tone of the question changed, and his face showed pity.

"I'm only five years old, I'm a coolie, and I finally married a daughter-in-law in my thirties, and now this kind of thing is happening again, if I don't do this, I can't live!"

The more the middle-aged man spoke, the more excited he became, and the tears that had just been wiped away poured out again.

"This man is so pathetic."

Looking at the news, Gu Muer said pityingly: "That child is even more pitiful, he only got a brain tumor at the age of five, and his family is not rich. ”

Hearing this, Du Zhong sighed and nodded.

"Jitai?"

Suddenly, Du Zhong's heart moved.

"I'm going to Jitai tomorrow to sign a contract with Tianchen Pharmaceutical Group."