Chapter 218

The van roared and sped away. Tong Huaiyu kicked the wreath and broke it, then desperately stepped on it with his feet one by one.

"Zhou Andong, I want to kill you, I must kill you... ah... Zhou Andong..."

Tong Xiao grabbed Tong Huaiyu, who had fallen into madness: "Big brother, calm down, we will take revenge sooner or later, let him be proud for a few days first."

"Ah... ah..."

Tong Huaiyu let out angry howls one after another, no different from a mental patient with extreme violence.

The driver of the yellow taxi, seeing this situation, was so scared he hurriedly started the car, stepped on the gas pedal, and ran away.

"Hey!" Tong Xiao watched the yellow taxi run away, stomped her feet fiercely, her pretty face livid with anger.

Tong Huaiyu finally calmed down, gritted his teeth and said: "Zhou Andong, your goal has been achieved, you have successfully angered me."

Tong Xiao said coldly: "The bus is here, let's take the bus back."

If it were before, a wreath would definitely not have made Tong Huaiyu so mad. It was mainly because being hit by Zhou Andong time and time again had already put his proud heart on the verge of collapse.

And this wreath, which looked like Zhou Andong disgusting him, was in fact the last straw that broke him. His shell, which looked strong but was actually fragile, shattered with a bang just like that.

At Huwang Town Hospital, Zhou Andong stopped the car and suddenly laughed.

Jian Qiu reached out and pinched his waist hard; "People are already dead, can you not be so gloating?"

"Wronged!" Zhou Andong rubbed his pinched waist, "I'm laughing at Tong Huaiyu. When he sees my gift, he will definitely be excited and howl."

Jian Qiu snorted: "What exactly did you send him?"

Zhou Andong smiled: "A wreath. He's out, isn't he? I have to wish him a smooth journey."

"You are really wicked." Jian Qiu said angrily, pushed the car door, and got out of the car.

Qian Zhen and Liu Qingjun also got out of the car behind.

Zhou Andong asked: "Where is the morgue?"

Qian Zhen said: "I don't know either, let's find someone to ask."

Huwang Town Hospital consisted of two rows of ordinary bungalows, front and back, with a connecting corridor in the middle. The four of them entered the door and ran into a doctor in a white coat.

Qian Zhen asked: "Comrade, hello, may I ask, where is the morgue?"

The doctor looked at the four of them: "You must be from the winery."

Qian Zhen nodded, and the doctor said: "You have to go out, go to the end on the right, there is an iron gate."

"Okay, thank you!" Qian Zhen thanked him, and the four of them walked out again, then walked to the right. At the very end, there was indeed an iron gate.

Zhou Andong reached out and pushed, the iron gate creaked open, and the four of them walked in.

This was a dim passage, with the hospital's gable wall on the left and a high courtyard wall on the right, with two big willow trees on the side. Although it was early summer, after entering this passage, it gave people a cold feeling.

After walking a few steps, they vaguely heard the sound of people talking, and it seemed there were quite a few people.

This passage was about forty meters long, and then there was another iron gate. After pushing it open, it was an independent courtyard, with bungalows leaning against the north, and the windows were all blocked by cement. Opposite was the hospital, separated by a wall.

There were quite a few people standing in the courtyard. Besides the police, Gao Qingkui and Chang Tai were also there, only Qu Hongqi was missing.

In the crowd, a woman in her fifties, looking quite wealthy, was sitting on a small stool crying, accompanied by several women, two of whom were in their thirties and also crying with red and swollen eyes.

Gao Qingkui and Chang Tai looked and saw it was Zhou Andong who had come, and their faces immediately sank.

"What are you here for?" Gao Qingkui asked coldly.

"Look at what you said, old man. Deputy Factory Director Zhang was my guide, my navigation lighthouse, guiding me to find the direction of home when I was lost. Now that such a big thing has happened to him, how can I not come to see him for the last time?"

Saying this, Zhou Andong sighed; "Old factory director, times have changed, let the grievances of the past pass. Look at Deputy Factory Director Zhang, in the prime of his life, yet suddenly passed away, making people sad and regretful.

You are so old now, who knows which will come first, accidents or tomorrow? Maybe the day after tomorrow, or the day after that, so, let go of what should be let go, cherish the days of the present, live every day well, don't always think about being petty about those broken things before."

Gao Qingkui was so angry that if his health hadn't been good, he would have had to follow Zhang Deyou and pass away together.

"Yellow-mouthed child, only knowing how to use your tongue."

"Forget it, you are so old, I won't be as knowledgeable as you. If you get angry, I'll have to take responsibility."

Zhou Andong shook his head and walked away, came to a police officer, took a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the other party: "Comrade, I am the factory director of Jiangzhou Winery, Zhou Andong. I was a colleague of Factory Director Zhang. After knowing about this, I didn't sleep well all night, and ran over early in the morning. I don't know the specific situation yet, can you tell me?"

Now Zhou Andong's name, he wouldn't dare to say in the whole country, but in Jiangzhou, it was definitely a household name.

When the police officer heard it was Jiangzhou Winery Factory Director Zhou Andong, his expression changed immediately. He politely took the cigarette, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit the cigarette for Zhou Andong first.

"The autopsy is being done inside..." The police officer introduced the case to Zhou Andong in detail.

Suddenly, a woman's sharp scolding sound came: "Qian Zhen, you don't need to be hypocritical, get out, get far away. If it weren't for your squeezing and targeting my old Zhang, how could he have lost the position of factory director, how could he have run to Huwang Town, and be killed by that vixen?

And you, Liu Qingjun, my old Zhang was killed by that vixen, are you very proud in your heart? Now you run over to see our family's joke?"

Zhou Andong turned his head to look, feeling a burst of luck in his heart. He knew that this family wouldn't have a good impression of them. If he went over, he would definitely be asking for trouble, and maybe they would fight. He wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

Soon the autopsy was over, and the funeral home's car also arrived. Zhang Deyou was carried onto the funeral car amidst the crying and howling of his wife and daughter.

Zhou Andong asked Qian Zhen: "Are you still going to the funeral home?"

Qian Zhen's mouth twitched: "The family's emotions are not very good now. Wait until the case is closed and the cremation, then go see."

This old man is really stubborn. He was scolded so badly by others, and he still pretends that nothing happened.

Zhou Andong held back his laughter: "Then let's go home."

"Factory Director Zhou!" Liu Qingjun walked quickly to Zhou Andong's side. This guy was also scolded quite a bit, but it seemed he really didn't care much, "Do you have time to go to our electronics factory to see and give us some advice?"

Zhou Andong politely declined: "I have plenty of time, but I don't understand electronics. Even if I go, it's in vain."

Liu Qingjun said very sincerely: "Factory Director Zhou, do you know that when we factory directors gather together, the one we talk about the most is you. Everyone says that you, Factory Director Zhou, have a pair of golden hands. As long as we can invite you to give us some ideas, we can bring the factory back to life."