Chapter 117 The Sparrow Takes Over the Cuckoo's Nest

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"Why did you come here so early in the morning?" Shen Qingzhou asked, somewhat surprised.

"Oh dear, didn't you ask me to investigate Zhao Xuejun's daughter and son-in-law?"

Old Zhong plopped down next to Shen Qingzhou and placed the file bag he was holding on the table.

"Oh, I didn't know that. I almost forgot about it."

Shen Qingzhou picked up a potsticker and, seeing him staring intently, casually asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"No." Old Zhong is a bachelor, and he never hesitates to take advantage of any free meal he can get.

Before Shen Qingzhou could speak, Jiang Xinyue had already stood up and was about to go to the kitchen to get him a bowl and chopsticks.

Shen Qingzhou originally wanted to call her back, but then thought better of it and decided to let her have breakfast since Lao Zhong had investigated Zhao Changjun's matter for him for free.

Seeing Jiang Xinyue go to the kitchen, Old Zhong immediately leaned close to Shen Qingzhou's ear and whispered excitedly, "You kid, you've finally figured it out? Or do you think it's a good idea?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is my employee," Shen Qingzhou said righteously.

"Then tell me you haven't figured it out yet?"

"Yes," Shen Qingzhou replied honestly.

"It's approved?"

"Don't pry into things you shouldn't be asking about," Shen Qingzhou said earnestly.

"That means it's approved." Old Zhong breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a sense of great satisfaction.

At this moment, Jiang Xinyue came out with a bowl and chopsticks, and Lao Zhong quickly reached out to take them and thanked her.

If she were just Shen Qingzhou's employee, Lao Zhong would only need to maintain the proper politeness, but since she is Shen Qingzhou's woman, it's different; he has to give her enough respect.

"Don't mention it, we'll buy a lot anyway."

As Jiang Xinyue spoke, she reached out and smoothed her hair.

Seeing her extremely feminine movements, Lao Zhong immediately understood that this woman's body had been "opened up" by Shen Qingzhou, and her heart had also been opened up by her.

"Hello, my name is Zhong Wancai, you can just call me Lao Zhong."

"My name is Jiang Xinyue." Jiang Xinyue also gave a brief self-introduction.

"Have breakfast, don't be polite with him. Old Zhong has always been my middleman; he's the one who introduced business to me before. You'll inevitably have to deal with him in the future..."

After having breakfast, Shen Qingzhou calmly opened the file bag that Lao Zhong had brought.

The documents that Lao Zhong brought were very detailed, covering almost everything in Zhao Xuejun's life. No one knew how he got them, but he didn't look at them closely, just flipped through them casually.

As Zhao Xuejun himself said, he started his business with a timber processing plant, and later expanded into the production of furniture and flooring. His business is quite large, with multiple factories under his name.

Zhao Xuejun has a son and a daughter, Zhao Yihang and Zhao Xingyao.

According to Zhao Xuejun's relatives and former factory employees, he always believed in the idea of ​​"raising sons frugally and daughters lavishly," and he was extremely strict with his sons but doted on his daughters.

After graduating, Zhao Yihang joined the family business, starting from rotating through different positions on the production line and gradually becoming familiar with the entire production chain and business processes. He was clearly being groomed by Zhao Xuejun as a core successor.

After graduating, Zhao Xingyao, the daughter, did not join the family company but worked outside the family. She travels in luxury cars every day, a stark contrast to her brother's path in life.

Later, Zhao Xingyao met Ding Zhexuan, who later became Zhao Xuejun's son-in-law.

Ding Zhexuan is quite remarkable. He comes from an ordinary family and, like Zhao Xuejun, grew up in a single-parent household. However, unlike Zhao Xuejun, he did not choose to give up his studies and directly enter the workforce.

Instead, he studied hard and was admitted to a prestigious university. During his time there, he received a full scholarship and numerous honors. In short, his resume is extremely impressive.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Zhao Xuejun valued him highly and liked him very much.

Because Zhao Xuejun saw a reflection of himself in him, a path he had taken that was one he deeply regretted throughout his life.

After meeting Ding Zhexuan, Zhao Xingyao and Ding Zhexuan both joined Zhao Xuejun's company and took on senior management positions.

Ding Zhexuan is indeed exceptionally capable. He not only excels in business development but also handles internal and external coordination flawlessly. Since he joined the company, both its operating scale and revenue have increased significantly.

Zhao Xuejun grew increasingly fond of his son-in-law and took him with him wherever he went.

However, during this period, Zhao Xuejun's son died in a factory accident. This was a huge blow to Zhao Xuejun. He didn't go to the company for almost two years and handed over all the business to his daughter and son-in-law.

From then on, Zhao Xuejun gradually faded into the background, and the two of them took over all the company's operations.

Up to this point, I haven't really seen any major problems.

He is just a normal father, with two normal children and an excellent son-in-law.

However, judging from the rumors and fragmented oral accounts from insiders included in the later pages of the document, there seems to be another side to the story.

Some say that before the incident, Zhao Yihang was very dissatisfied with his sister and brother-in-law and had many complaints about them.

Others have witnessed Zhao Yihang and Zhao Xingyao arguing fiercely on multiple occasions.

Before his death, Zhao Xuejun secretly sent people back to the factory to reinvestigate all the details of his son's accident. He even tried to regain control of the company, but because he had been away from the front line of operations for too long, Ding Zhexuan had already taken full control of the company's core management, so the matter was eventually dropped.

At the end of the document are some snippets of comments from Zhao Xuejun's former employees and friends, all of whom mention that Zhao Xuejun was not as close to his daughter and son-in-law as he appeared to outsiders in his later years, and their words were full of resentment, indicating that there had obviously been conflicts between them long ago.

Not long after, Zhao Xuejun was hospitalized due to illness and eventually passed away.

After his death, both his former employees and old friends forgot about these things, and no one remembered Zhao Xuejun anymore.

Shen Qingzhou turned the last page and slammed the document face down on the table.

"So, Zhao Xuejun's son's death wasn't an accident at all; he was essentially killed to ensure his family's survival?"

"At least that's how I see it. Some things are too coincidental, and this method feels familiar..."

Old Zhong took out a cigarette, tossed one to Shen Qingzhou, and then lit one for himself.

"Familiar? What? Did you do that when you were young?" Shen Qingzhou asked, somewhat surprised.

"No, it's just some friends who have encountered similar situations before, and they are relatively more experienced," Lao Zhong said.

"Oh, you have friends like that who were ultimately eaten alive?" Shen Qingzhou asked, intrigued.

"I have many friends from the Minyue and Lingnan regions. This kind of thing is very common there. That's why people there want to have sons. If you don't have a son, you'll be looked down upon. All the money you've worked so hard for in your life might end up going to outsiders..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou tapped his fingers on the table, pondering whether he should accept the offer.

In the end, I decided to do it anyway.

He makes money off people, and he wants to make money off ghosts too.

After all, it's the same amount of money; neither is inherently more noble than the other.

But before that... Shen Qingzhou looked at Old Zhong, who was sitting opposite her, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

When Lao Zhong met Shen Qingzhou's gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine and his buttocks tighten.

"What...what do you want to do?" He stammered.

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