Chapter 368 Kill Xu Cang!
In the countryside outside Hanjing, the endless fields are already green, like a fluffy green carpet spread across the ground. This is some wheat that was planted earlier.
Nowadays, the huge siphon effect of Hanjing City has attracted a large number of young and middle-aged people in the surrounding areas. There are few young people in the nearby villages, and most of them are elderly people.
Among the sparse old houses, there is an old house with blue bricks and gray tiles. In front of it is a flat small courtyard with a cement floor and surrounded by a fence.
Chickens and dogs were running around the yard. The exposed faucet in the corner was so old that it kept dripping even after being tightened. However, there was a red plastic bucket under the faucet, which was already half filled with water.
In the yard, an old woman wearing a headscarf, who had just washed the rice, was holding her waist with one hand and carrying a small basin towards the inner room.
The old woman could hear the sound of the TV coming from inside the house before she even entered it, and she yelled, "Old Wang, why don't you pick vegetables for me and instead watch TV?"
As the old woman spoke, she stepped over the threshold that was higher than her instep and entered the inner room. She put the basin aside and saw an old scholar with a hunched back and wearing a washed-out plaid shirt staring at the black and white TV on the table in his home.
In the center of the platform is an incense burner filled with incense ash. On the wall behind the burner is a picture of Guanyin. There are two candlesticks on both sides of the incense burner, each with a half-burned red candle.
On the far right of the counter is a black and white TV, which has no sound but only images. But even so, it is still the most valuable item of this family.
"Old Wang, what are you looking at?"
The old woman pulled a small stool and sat down, picking at some vegetables, and looked up at the black and white TV. The screen seemed to be broadcasting news, but the woman was illiterate and could not understand it at all. However, she saw her husband wearing a pair of thick reading glasses, staring at the TV screen as if he was in a trance.
My partner usually likes to study and hardly ever watches TV. I don’t know what happened to him today.
Suddenly, the image of a young man appeared on the TV screen. He had delicate features and was very good-looking.
"Is this a boy or a girl?" The woman muttered, "Why can't I understand?"
After saying this, her husband still didn't agree. The woman was a little annoyed: "Wang Jingming, what do you mean? I've been talking to you for a long time, but you just ignored me, right?"
Wang Jingming slowly turned his head and stared at the woman: "You said the plane has a broken wing, can it still land?"
"Plane?" The woman stopped what she was doing and thought for a moment: "Is it the one that usually flies over our heads? If the wing of that thing is broken, it's like a bird breaking its wing. Can it still fly down?"
Wang Jingming was a little absent-minded: "Yes, a man cannot live without a heart, and a bird cannot live without wings. This is a truth that has been known since ancient times."
The woman didn't quite understand what Wang Jingming meant: "What are you talking about?"
Wang Jingming walked to the TV and turned it off: "Nothing."
The woman didn't think much about it. "Now that you're done with work, you usually don't come back until before the Spring Festival. Why are you back so early this time? Are you coming home to help me plant the wheat?"
According to the conventional planting time for winter wheat, September and October are the most common .
Wang Jingming turned around and smiled at the woman: "Yes, you have been in charge of it alone in previous years. This year I will help you."
"Forget it then." The woman was picking vegetables. "Your hands are precious. Let me do the farm work."
Wang Jingming raised his hand and sighed dejectedly: "Gui Jin? A scholar is useless."
After he finished speaking, Wang Jingming's shoulders drooped. However, the next moment, Wang Jingming's whole body suddenly tensed up, and he covered his mouth and nose with his right hand, followed by a violent coughing, the intensity of which was so high that it seemed that he was going to cough out his heart and lungs.
The woman was horrified: "Why are you coughing again?"
Shocked, the woman put down the vegetables and stood up immediately.
However, Wang Jingming immediately raised his hand to stop him: "Don't come over."
"Old Wang!" The woman asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Wang Jingming's coughing subsided a little. He put down his right hand and waved his left hand: "It's okay, I probably caught a cold. By the way, I have to go to Erhai Lake to do some things."
"Erhai Lake?" The woman was startled: "Where is that?"
"A place in the southwest." Wang Jingming said softly, "It won't be long, we'll be back soon."
The woman nodded as if she understood: "Oh, go ahead and do whatever you want. I'll take care of the housework."
"Yeah." Wang Jingming didn't say anything else and walked into the bedroom.
As soon as he entered the bedroom, Wang Jingming raised his right hand, with some blood stains still on his palm.
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If the air in Paris is filled with romance, then the source of this romance is the Seine River that runs through it.
Countless poets and celebrities in French history have left their great thoughts on the banks of the Seine. After thousands of years, this place has always represented elegance and humanity. On the banks of the Seine, an exquisite and elegant building stands quietly, which is the Cheval Blanc Manor in Paris.
The Cheval Blanc estate in Paris is not big, but it occupies a unique geographical location on the Seine River.
The view from the unique large terrace on the top floor is even better, with a panoramic view of Notre Dame de Paris, the Sacre-Coeur and the Champs-Elysées.
However, such a room with a great view cannot be booked with money alone. At this moment, the owner of the room is standing on the terrace, facing the most prosperous area of Paris, his back is firm and upright.
Suddenly, the door of the room opened and a tall blonde beauty walked in from outside.
She walked to the terrace and stood behind the figure: "Mr. Harryway, Mr. Mo has confirmed the death of No. 1."
The person in the back turned sideways, revealing his sculpture-like profile. It was Nicholas Halliway, CEO of Shengming Fund.
"That's really sad news." Nicholas Halliway put one hand in his pocket and put the other hand on the railing, but there was no special expression on his face.
The blonde was silent for a moment, then continued, "Number One's will has been changed."
Nicholas Halliway raised his eyebrows: "Speak."
"The part about Mr. Mo has not changed, but the remaining 80% has changed from being managed by the foundation to being donated to others."
Nicholas Halliway's right hand, which was holding the railing, exerted force so hard that his fingers turned slightly white. "Who did you give it to?"
"A man named Xu Cang." The blonde beauty whispered, "Later, Mr. Mo will come and temporarily take over the foundation until the inheritance is completed."
Nicholas Halliway finally turned around completely, his face was extremely cold: "When I followed No. 1, Mr. Mo was already here. I naturally have no objection to giving him 20% of the property. But who is this Xu Cang, the illegitimate son of No. 1?"
The blonde shook her head. “Probably not. But I can check if you need me to.”
"No thanks." Nicholas Halliway raised his chin indifferently: "No. 1 asked me to intercept a project from Airbus before, and the ultimate beneficiary is this Xu Cang. Haha, it's really interesting."
Hearing what Nicholas Halliway said, the blonde beauty immediately understood: "I will check it out. This money really shouldn't be handed over to him like this."
"Money?" Nicholas Halliway laughed. "Do you think I do this for money? You will never know how huge the legacy left by Number One is. It is the power to control everything. Compared to the taste of money, the taste of power is so crazy. If he wants, I can immediately make him the richest man in the world, as long as his wish is limited to this."
"Want me to go talk to him?"
"Yes." Nicholas Halliway nodded: "You can go there."
The blonde asked, "What if he has something else in mind besides money?"
"Any other ideas?" Nicholas Halliway lowered his eyelids and said three words lightly: "Kill him!"
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At the boarding gate of Hanjing Airport, Wang Jingming sat on the seat and gasped. But after taking a few breaths, he immediately put on the mask and collapsed on the chair as if he was exhausted. The exposed skin showed a sickly pale color, as if it had lost its blood color.
There was a very large backpack on the seat next to him. Even though the backpack was right next to him, Wang Jingming always kept one hand on the bag, as if there was something extremely precious in it.
Suddenly, the phone in Wang Jingming's pocket rang. He thought about it, took out his phone, looked at the number, hesitated for a moment, and finally answered the call.
As soon as the call was connected, a man shouted at the other end: "Wang Jingming, where did you put the information on nickel-based alloys?"
Wang Jingming tilted his head, but a weak voice came from the mask: "Don't you care?"
"No matter what, it is school property!" The man's voice was very angry, and it was so loud that it seemed to pierce the eardrums.
"I don't owe you anything! You haven't allocated a penny for this project. You think my research is useless, so I will give it to someone who will cherish it."
Hearing this, a loud shout came from the other end of the phone: "Wang Jingming!"
The good guy who had always been timid did not listen this time, but hung up the phone directly.
Wang Jingming stood up and put the phone into his bag. He stroked the backpack. Inside were his years of hard work. He was going to take these with him to find the next owner.
Suddenly, Wang Jingming seemed to have sensed something. He turned around and saw a young man in casual clothes and a middle-aged man dressed as a pilot passing the boarding gate in advance.
Seeing the young man's profile from afar , Wang Jingming was stunned: "Xu Cang?"
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At the rear of the plane cabin, high-temperature alloy expert Wang Jingming, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and hunched over, put down the small table on the chair in front of him, which was filled with all kinds of data files.
A long time ago, Xu Cang met Wang Jingming once on a Muhua Airlines plane and saved him from certain death in the Busan air crash.
That time, Xu Cang invited him, hoping that he could bring his technology on high-temperature nickel-based alloys to his place. However, Xu Cang's appearance seemed so abrupt that any normal person would not agree.
However, this time Wang Jingming changed his mind.
On a document, Wang Jingming wrote the last note , which was to put a pile of documents together.
He put the pen back into its cap and tucked it into his shirt pocket.
Wang Jingming took off his glasses, unbuckled his seat belt, stood up from his seat and stepped into the middle aisle.
At this moment, there were two passengers walking back and forth in the aisle. It had been two hours since the plane took off. Some elderly people could not sit for so long, and the plane had been very stable before, so they stood up and walked around a little.
In the front cabin workroom, the flight attendant has already pulled out the dining cart and appears to be preparing meals, and meal time will soon be served.
Wang Jingming stood in the aisle, raised his hand to open the luggage rack, and wanted to take out his backpack.
However, Wang Jingming was not tall, and his backpack had slipped into the luggage rack, so he couldn't reach it for a while.
Seeing that Wang Jingming couldn't reach his luggage, the flight attendant in the rear cabin came over and asked, "Sir, do you need any help?"
Seeing someone approaching, Wang Jingming's first reaction was to tighten his mask, then lower his head slightly and ask, "Can you help me get that backpack?"
The flight attendant looked at Wang Jingming with some suspicion in his eyes.
To be honest, Wang Jingming's behavior was indeed a bit suspicious. Not only was she wearing a mask, but she was also able to keep a distance from the flight attendant when she approached.
However, even so, the flight attendant still planned to help him take the backpack first, and then find an opportunity to mention it to the security personnel and ask them to pay special attention to Wang Jingming.
Wang Jingming naturally didn't know that he had been stared at by the flight attendant. However, his eyes were empty and no one knew what he was thinking.
Although the flight attendant was a woman, she was taller than Wang Jingming. She tiptoed a little and was about to reach the bag. Suddenly, the plane suddenly rose, and the people in the cabin felt their whole bodies pressed on the seats, unable to move.
In a panic, the flight attendant retracted his hand that was reaching for the bag, grabbed the edge of the luggage rack with one hand, and grabbed a nearby seat with the other hand to stabilize his body.
"Sir, please..." The flight attendant was just about to remind Wang Jingming.
Suddenly, the plane changed from ascending to descending, the original feeling of overweight disappeared, and it turned into weightlessness in an instant.
Wang Jingming was a little absent-minded just now. He did not react at the first moment when the plane's state changed, and did not immediately look for something nearby to stabilize himself.
After the plane suddenly turned to fall, Wang Jingming's body actually flew into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground about half a meter above the ground.
Wang Jingming had lost his balance due to weightlessness, and his body tilted. When he fell, his back actually hit the armrest of the seat next to him directly, and bright red blood immediately seeped out of the white mask.
