Chapter 215

For a long, long time, Zhang Deyou slowly got up, supported himself on the desk, went around to the back, sat in the chair, and then grabbed the phone and called Chang Tai to the office.

"Factory director, what's the matter?" Chang Tai stood properly. He found that Zhang Deyou's face was wrong, so he was even more careful when speaking.

Zhang Deyou supported the table with both elbows, rubbing his face constantly with both hands. Chang Tai felt the oppressive atmosphere, and his heart was in his throat.

"Sigh!" Zhang Deyou sighed, "Chang Tai, you've been with me for so many years. You must tell me the truth about some things, without any adulteration, otherwise..."

Chang Tai shuddered: "Factory director, you ask, I guarantee I will tell you everything I know."

Zhang Deyou hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "What is the relationship between Especially Qu Hongqi and Zheng Qianhua?"

Chang Tai's face changed immediately. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard Zhang Deyou say coldly: "Don't tell me they are cousins."

Chang Tai's heart shook: "I... I'm not very clear either. Anyway, there are rumors in the factory that they used to be a couple."

Zhang Deyou sneered: "Rumors?"

Sweat broke out on Chang Tai's forehead, and he gritted his teeth secretly. Hongqi, don't blame your brother for not being loyal. Looking at the situation, the factory director already knows; it definitely can't be hidden. If I don't say it, others will.

"However... there is no smoke without fire. I think it should be true."

Zhang Deyou's heart suddenly twitched, hurting so much he almost passed out: "Zhang Xingfei is also not my biological son, right?"

Chang Tai didn't speak. He really didn't know this. In Zhang Deyou's current state, whatever he said wouldn't be good, so he simply shut his mouth.

Zhang Deyou aged a lot all of a sudden, as if he had entered his old age in the blink of an eye. He waved his hand powerlessly.

"You go out."

Chang Tai felt like he had been granted an amnesty and turned to leave. Just as he came out and closed the door, he heard the sounds of smashing things inside—ping-pong, bang, clatter, slap... Scared, he shrank his neck and ran away.

Soon, there was no movement inside. Zhang Deyou came out of the office with a calm expression, then drove his newly bought Fukang Shenlong and left at high speed.

Zhang Xingfei returned home and shouted: "Mom, that old thing Zhang Deyou won't give me money. You fire him as factory director, and I'll be the one."

Looking at her son, Zheng Qianhua was very helpless: "That's your father, how are you talking? Can't you let me worry less?"

Zhang Xingfei curled his lips and laughed: "He's only my father if he gives me money. If he doesn't give me money, it's not certain who my father is."

"What did you say?" Zheng Qianhua roared, raised her hand, and slapped Zhang Xingfei across the face, "You dare to say such unfilial words. It seems I really spoiled you."

Zhang Xingfei covered his beaten face, looking unbelievable: "You... you beat me..."

Zheng Qianhua was so angry her face was livid: "Beat you? I regret why I didn't pinch you to death when you were little."

Suddenly, the door opened, and Zhang Deyou walked in. Zheng Qianhua was startled, and then a smile appeared on her face: "Why did you come back at noon? You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll go make it for you."

Zhang Deyou stared fixedly at Zheng Qianhua, a smile appearing on his face, but his smile made Zheng Qianhua somewhat afraid.

"Old Zhang, what... what's wrong with you."

Zhang Deyou laughed, and then began to laugh wildly, scaring Zheng Qianhua into taking two steps back.

"Old... old Zhang, what... what exactly is wrong with you, don't... don't scare me." Zheng Qianhua looked at Zhang Deyou with trepidation.

"Slap!"

Without warning, Zhang Deyou slapped Zheng Qianhua hard across the face.

Zheng Qianhua's head buzzed, her vision instantly lost color, all stars, and then she fell onto the sofa, blood flowing down the corner of her mouth. This slap was much harder than the one she had just given her son.

Zhang Deyou's whole face was distorted with anger, his hideous appearance very terrifying. He pointed at Zhang Xingfei, who was already stunned, and roared: "Tell me, is this bastard Especially Qu Hongqi's?"

Zheng Qianhua wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, let out a howl, and pounced on Zhang Deyou like a madwoman: "Zhang, you dare to beat me, I'll fight you to the death."

Zhang Deyou was caught off guard, his face scratched with blood marks by Zheng Qianhua, and then she didn't stop, biting Zhang Deyou on the shoulder.

Zhang Deyou let out a cry of pain, grabbed Zheng Qianhua's hair, and kicked her in the stomach.

Zheng Qianhua screamed, fell heavily to the ground, covered her stomach with both hands, arched like a cooked shrimp, and let out painful groans.

"Stinking bitch, you made me raise this little bastard for twenty years for nothing." Zhang Deyou's anger could no longer be described in words, and he kicked and punched Zheng Qianhua.

"Fuck your mother, you old thing, you dare to beat my mom, I'll kill you." Zhang Xingfei roared, picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table, and pounced on Zhang Deyou with blood-red eyes.

Hearing Zhang Xingfei's angry roar, Zhang Deyou looked up and turned around. A cold light flashed before his eyes, and then he felt a chill in his throat, and his body stiffened.

"Sss sss sss..."

Zhang Deyou stared at Zhang Xingfei with unbelievable eyes. Immediately after, blood shot out from his throat, like the sound of a car tire being punctured, hissing into his ears.

Zhang Deyou couldn't catch his breath, his chest felt like it was about to explode. He opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to breathe, but blood sprayed out of his mouth in large gulps.

The strength in his body was rapidly draining, the scenery before his eyes slowly turned black and white, finally falling into darkness, and then he fell softly to the ground.

Zhang Xingfei's terrified voice came to his ears again: "Mom, mom, I... I killed him, what should I do? I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

Then, he heard Zheng Qianhua's trembling voice: "Don't, don't panic, wipe the blood clean first, to... tonight throw him into the Jiangzhou River."

Zhang Deyou's last sense of hearing was gradually disappearing. At this time, he heard Zhang Xingfei say: "Mom, is he really my father?"

Zheng Qianhua's voice suddenly became cold: "No!"

Suddenly Zhang Deyou's eyes widened, his body twitched violently, and finally fell into complete silence. It could be said that he died with his eyes wide open.

This twitch scared the mother and son so much that they huddled on the ground, not daring to move, staring fixedly at Zhang Deyou, only climbing up cautiously after a long while.

"Quick, quick, quick!" Zheng Qianhua directed Zhang Xingfei, "Go get water, wipe the floor clean."

Gao Qingkui got up in the morning and heard that Lin Zhimin had been caught, which made his spine feel cold. His biggest backer had been caught; he was scared.

For the whole morning, he was in a state of detachment, until noon when his three souls and seven spirits returned to his body. He felt that the account books had all been burned, so even if Lin Zhimin was caught, there would be no problem.

But he was still worried, feeling that since such a big thing had happened, he still had to communicate with Zhang Deyou and make preparations, so as not to be caught off guard if something went wrong and be finished.