After sending Wang Changping away, his daughter was sent back to her grandmother's home in the countryside. I would send medicine there every month.
The police had been looking for Wang Changping all along, as well as the embezzled money that had flowed overseas.
I knew they would never find him, because this whole thing was a setup by Mr. Huang from start to finish.
That half - year was the toughest half - year of my life.
Mr. Huang made perfect use of the rules.
Although the Xincheng Construction Site project was established by Xincheng Group and Changping Construction Engineering together.
But since Xincheng Real Estate is a limited liability company, Xincheng Group subscribed for one million yuan in capital at the beginning. That is to say, Xincheng Group only bears debt liability of one million yuan.
One million yuan is a drop in the bucket compared to 300 million yuan.
Xincheng Group got out of this incident perfectly.
And the buildings built on that construction site later became uncompleted buildings.
The owners couldn't get their houses, but they still had to repay the bank loans every month.
I knew everything, but I didn't dare to say a word.
I knew I was wrong, but there was no turning back for me.
I watched those owners break up their families and even lose their humanity because of this incident.
...
Half a year passed again.
While driving, Mr. Huang casually mentioned something.
"Zhang He seems to be getting out of prison soon."
I nodded.
"Yes."
"Kill him."
"Huh?"
I looked at Mr. Huang in confusion.
"Why?"
I didn't understand. The plan was clearly over, and Xincheng Group had already recovered. Why did we still need to kill someone?
Mr. Huang had long lost the embarrassment he had two years ago. He crossed his legs, looked out of the window, and said casually:
"Zhang He is too smart. None of us know what he is thinking. Keeping him around will cause endless trouble. We might as well kill him. Anyway, he has no family left, and no one will look for him when he dies."
...
Yes, I still did it.
On August 20, 2016.
That day, Zhang He was released from prison. He walked out of the prison gate, all the way to the roadside, and hailed a taxi.
After getting in the car, he said he was going to the funeral parlor.
I guessed he was going to collect Zhang Ping's urn.
At that time, I looked up, wiped the rearview mirror, and replied, "Okay."