44 The Ruthless and Cruel Boss Shen
The neon lights of the city reflected the dark night outside the window. The man’s straight figure was also hidden in the darkness, carrying the mystery and coldness of the night.
Weng Tong had met him years ago.
At that time, Shen Shaofeng was hospitalized after a car accident. Shen Hanyu hosted the press conference for his father and achieved unprecedented success.
Weng Tong’s impression of him was that of a relatively competent up-and-comer among the younger generation.
Who would’ve thought that in just a few years, Shen Hanyu had already grown into one of the top figures in Ming City?
The ability behind his success far exceeded anyone’s expectations.
“President Shen.”
In the dead silence, Weng Tong finally mustered his courage and said, “I’ve done everything you asked me to do. President Shen, please show mercy to me and my son…”
Weng Tong had followed Han Shangrong for many years and shouldn’t have betrayed him.
But he had no choice. After all, he had a disappointing son who got drunk in a bar and killed someone.
Initially, this matter had already been settled, but for some reason, Shen Hanyu found out. However, he knew more than just this.
As Han Shangrong’s secretary for many years, many people had bribed him for various matters.
If the money he had collected all these years was made public, he would have to spend a few years in prison.
Weng Tong had no choice but to follow Shen Hanyu’s request and publish the evidence of Han Shangrong’s crimes online one by one. He only wanted to buy peace for himself and his son.
The figure at the windows finally turned slowly.
Weng Tong finally saw the face of the man in front of him.
It had been three years since the death of the Sang family’s eldest daughter.
Shen Hanyu had also completely disappeared from the public eye and never appeared in front of the media again.
This was the first time Weng Tong had seen Shen Hanyu up close after more than three years.
His young and handsome face was extremely cold.
In particular, those eyes were extremely dark and deep, with a hint of darkness.
His gaze landed on Weng Tong. It was a seemingly casual glance, but it carried an indescribable pressure.
Weng Tong instinctively lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze. Cold sweat began to trickle down his forehead again.
“I heard that you were the one who found the killer on the street for Han Shangrong?” The man’s cold voice echoed in the office.
Weng Tong wanted to say no, but in front of Shen Hanyu’s terrifying aura, he felt a fear that he could hide nothing.
“Yes, I helped President Han find one,” Weng Tong admitted, his voice trembling.
Shen Hanyu said coldly, “You’re really good at finding people.”
He didn’t leave any leeway for Sang Qianqian and his life.
Weng Tong had a bad feeling and defended himself in a panic, “President Shen, I had no choice. I could only follow orders…”
Shen Hanyu didn’t speak. He looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes cold.
Beside him, Guo Muyang said slowly, “I’ve already handed over your information to the police. The police are waiting for you outside. If you and your son feel wronged, explain it to the police.”
Weng Tong’s mistake was that he shouldn’t have helped Han Shangrong find that murderer. He could be considered an accomplice in Sang Qianqian’s death, so how could Shen Hanyu let him off? Not taking his life was already a blessing.
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In Kexing Group’s President’s Office.
Han Shangrong sat in his chair dejectedly, not daring to look at the overwhelming news on the internet. However, public opinion was still brewing.
The price of the group’s shares had fallen to its limit for many days. The losses were immeasurable, and the blow was fatal.
Even if these negative effects slowly subsided in the future, it would probably be very difficult for the company to recover its former glory.
Han Shangrong finally understood how Sang Pengcheng felt when he was plagued by negative emotions.
He regretted it. Alas, he had indeed gone overboard with the Sang family back then.
Now that he had met Shen Hanyu, Han Shangrong realized how much he missed Sang Pengcheng, who used to be an upright opponent.
The office door opened and two figures ambled in, one after another.
When he saw who it was, Han Shangrong’s expression changed slightly. He said coldly, “It’s you? What are you doing here?”
“I have a few words to say to President Han, but before I speak…”
Guo Muyang threw a phone on the table. “Shall we watch a video first?”
Han Shangrong’s expression changed slightly as he stared at Shen Hanyu. “Shen Hanyu, what do you mean?”