Huang Shan nodded, his tone becoming urgent, "Last year, he personally announced in the media that he would fund our village to build a school. For the future development of our village's children, we willingly gave up our undivided land for them to build. But what did they do? After laying the foundation, they abandoned it completely. Now, the school is not built, the children cannot use it, and we villagers cannot farm our land."
As he spoke with emotion, Huang Shan covered his face and began to cry.
As the saying goes, men do not shed tears easily. He was truly desperate, having to travel through mountains and across rivers to reach the city center to find them.
Jiang Ziyu pulled a stool and placed it behind him, then handed him some tissues.
Huang Shan sniffled, trying to hold back his tears.
"Mr. Di, everything I've said is the truth. If you don't believe me, I have newspapers from back then. You can also send people to the village to investigate," Huang Shan said. He wiped his face haphazardly with the tissues and then began rummaging through his pockets for the newspapers he had brought from home.
His pockets were turned inside out, but the newspapers Huang Shan mentioned could not be found.
"That's not right, I definitely brought them," Huang Shan said, taking off his jacket and searching through it and his clothes again, but to no avail.
The clothes were only so big, and the pockets were few. If they couldn't be found inside and out, it meant they were lost.
Seeing Di Mingjue looking at him without a word, Huang Shan assumed he thought he was a liar.
Turning, he anxiously grabbed Jiang Ziyu's hand, "Madam, can you please help me? Your company is so large, you must be able to find news from back then."
The wheelchair turned, and Di Mingjue stepped forward, pulling Huang Shan's hand away. He looked up and instructed Shen Lin, "Go and check with the project team."
"Understood," Shen Lin nodded and exited the office.
Jiang Ziyu didn't stand idly by. She sat at Di Mingjue's desk and used the computer to search for relevant news from last year.
Di Jue Group was one of the top enterprises in Di Du, and any significant event would cause a stir online. With a simple keyword search, related news immediately appeared on the internet.
Jiang Ziyu saw a photo on the screen. She glanced at Huang Shan. The person in the photo looked so similar to him.
"Is this you?" Jiang Ziyu rotated the computer screen, displaying the photo to Huang Shan.
The photo was a bit blurry, and Huang Shan leaned closer, "Yes, it's me."
He pointed excitedly at the person in the photo.
At this moment, Shen Lin, who had gone to investigate the project, returned with documents.
"How did it go?" Di Mingjue inquired.
Shen Lin, with a troubled expression, placed the files on the desk. He picked up the top one, turned to the last page, and handed it to Di Mingjue, "Mr. Di, please look."
The black and white text was very clear: the project had been completed by the end of last year.
This completely contradicted what Huang Shan had said.
"Are you sure the school only had a foundation built?" Di Mingjue's deep eyes fixed on Huang Shan's seemingly honest face.
Being asked again, Huang Shan raised a finger towards the ceiling, "If I'm lying to you, I hope I get hit by a car the moment I leave today!"
A liar would hardly dare to stake their life on it.
"I believe you!" Jiang Ziyu walked from the computer to Di Mingjue's side. Looking at the project closing report, she closed it with her hand, "Don't you know what kind of person Di Dongsheng is?"
Cruel and cunning, he could scheme against anyone. Not just a rural farmer, but even he, the head of the Di family, had been framed by him.
She patted the cover of the file, "If you still have doubts, why not go and see the site for yourself?"
For them, it would only take a few hours. Once they were there, it would be obvious who was lying.
Di Mingjue was swayed by Jiang Ziyu's words. He ordered Shen Lin to prepare, and without waiting a moment, they would head to Huang Shan's village immediately.