Ye Longlin brought the remaining people to the hospital.
He Qiang had wanted to grab his phone all along, but Ye Longlin sat beside him, and he didn't dare to take it out.
"Hemorrhoids?"
A Dragon Pavilion soldier from the back suddenly spoke, making the already somber atmosphere in the car even more oppressive.
He Qiang's face stiffened, and he immediately felt awkward. Before he could speak, the Dragon Pavilion soldier from the back spoke again.
"If you have hemorrhoids, I don't mind performing surgery with my saber."
He Qiang: "......"
Ye Longlin closed his eyes to rest. He Qiang turned his head and could see the five golden stars on Ye Longlin's shoulder, as if he already saw his own fate. He pursed his lips, sighed, and ultimately couldn't say anything.
"Dragon Lord, we've arrived."
Since Yuan Gang had gone to Wang Family Villa to apprehend people and Xuan Niao had gone to the crematorium, only Dragon Pavilion soldiers could accompany him.
Ye Longlin got out of the car and looked at the coffin shop in front of him, squinting his eyes.
"Dragon Lord, Yuan Gang is calling."
The soldier in the back suddenly handed his phone to Ye Longlin.
"Speak."
"Boss, not only are the Wang family members involved in this matter, but Wang Shao just let it slip. I'm interrogating him now and expect to be back at the Zhang family in half an hour."
"Understood."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Longlin walked towards the coffin shop.
"Customer... hiss... Hello, what do you need?"
The owner of the coffin shop quickly walked out from behind the counter when he saw someone enter. Upon seeing the two people in the lead, he gasped and his eyes widened.
He rubbed his eyes hard, confirmed it was real, and immediately lowered his posture.
"I want to order a coffin, made of golden nanmu wood, with dragon carvings around the frame. Any problem?"
Ye Longlin spoke slowly, asking for the most premium wood right off the bat!
The coffin shop owner opened his mouth and said helplessly, "Sir, I don't have such high-grade wood here. How about... you choose a different type of wood?"
Ye Longlin continued, "I will have someone deliver the wood this afternoon at 4 PM, and the coffin should be completed by noon tomorrow."
After speaking, he looked at the Dragon Pavilion soldier beside him: "Settle the price with the owner."
The owner retreated repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum: "Sir, please don't. I can't afford to take on such a life-shortening task!"
"You are a soldier, shedding blood and sweat for the country. If I take your money, even if I die, my father will beat me to death. Furthermore, you can personally come to order a coffin, proving it is for your comrade, so I absolutely cannot accept money! Your money is earned with your life. Although I am just an ordinary person, I have a sense of righteousness. Please don't do this."
The Dragon Pavilion soldier also showed a smile: "Boss, please accept it. You earn money from the afterlife. You don't get many customers in a year. You can't let yourself work for free."
The owner still insisted on shaking his head, and finally made a firm statement: "If you insist on paying, this old man will not open this coffin shop and will not make it for you."
Ye Longlin said helplessly, "There should be some leftover material from the golden nanmu wood. Since that's the case, the boss can keep it."
After speaking, he got into the car and left quickly without giving the owner a chance to react.
The owner opened his mouth and sighed as he watched their departing backs: "It hasn't been peaceful in recent years. The Hall of Valor is said to have received thousands of people already, and that's only in one year. You are fighting on the front lines, how can I take your money?"
...
The South Province TV Tower, a forty-story building standing alone, is also a landmark of South Province.
Currently, on the thirty-second floor in the news department, Yu Guanghua, the head of the news department, looked at the business magnate sitting in front of him with an extremely unsightly expression, his eyes emitting a cold glint.
"Chairman Wang, I'm very sorry, but I cannot agree to this. As a news worker, adhering to the Supreme directives, we must consciously undertake the mission of raising the banner, gathering popular support, nurturing new talent, invigorating culture, and showcasing freshness. The responsibility of a journalist is to disseminate information. Cultural responsibility is the mission bestowed by history and culture. We must be responsible to culture, responsible to history, and even more so responsible to the public. The public has the right to know the truth! Moreover, my people risked their lives in this matter, and they are still in the ICU. If I hadn't arrived in time that night, perhaps even my people wouldn't have survived! Daring to speak out is the responsibility and mission of a journalist!"
Opposite Yu Guanghua sat the chairman of the Wang Group. The Wang Group is arguably the one with the most solid economic foundation among the top ten families in South Province. The Wang Group is quite well-known throughout the country and ranked ninety-ninth on the Forbes list this year, with a personal net worth of over sixty billion.
Chairman Wang chuckled: "Firstly, I was unaware of your people's situation. Who could have known that after she left, she would encounter war criminals? I am very sorry about this matter. I am willing to compensate. One hundred million, what do you think? httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět Now that this matter has blown up, do you think it will do you any good in the future? Even if someone has to die, it will be your subordinate, and what does it have to do with you? Conversely, I have real money here. Think about it carefully."
Yu Guanghua sneered: "Director Wang, I admit that not everyone can remain calm in the face of huge sums of money, but there are always people in this world who are willing to sacrifice their lives for their beliefs, even above life itself. Although I am in this position, I have never forgotten my original intention. If you think you can buy me, then please leave. Regarding the reporting of this matter, I will speed up the process. I will definitely let the sunlight illuminate the darkness and make the perpetrators pay the due price."
Chairman Wang's face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes: "Minister Yu, you should reconsider. Life is only once."
After speaking, Chairman Wang stood up and left, and Yu Guanghua's expression became even more grim. This was a threat, a naked threat!
"Wife, don't worry, I will avenge you. If the Wang Group doesn't fall, I will not rest for a single day!" The female reporter whose hands and feet were chopped off and tongue removed was his wife, and also a senior reporter of the television station. She was also the only senior reporter of the television station!
At this moment, the phone on the table rang.
"Hello, this is Yu Guanghua, who is it?"
"Do you want to know the truth? Do you want to know who is responsible for what happened to your wife? If you do, come to Zhangjia Village now. You will find everything you want to know here."
"You can also find what you are looking for here, but it depends on whether you have the guts, as many big figures are involved."