I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2567 - 1608: News_2

Fang Weiguo couldn’t help but speak.

"I know you’re all well-intentioned, and I’m very, very grateful to you. Truly. But right now, I can’t think about anything else; I just want him to pay the price for becoming this kind of person."

At the end, Mai Encui unconsciously clenched her hand, conveying a hint of gnashing her teeth.

An emotional reaction, instead, reassures people.

"Click."

The door to the ward suddenly opened, attracting the attention of several people.

The one who came in was not medical staff, but... Fu Zili.

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan."

He was holding a bouquet of flowers, first greeting Mr. and Mrs. Fang, then looking at Zhang Zhongquan on the hospital bed, silently walking over and placing the flowers on the nightstand.

"Something newsworthy just happened in Sha City."

Fu Zili straightened his posture and spoke.

Fang Weiguo showed a hint of confusion.

News?

The hospital is not a place to listen to news.

And right now, no one is in the mood for this.

Fu Zili ignored the atmosphere here and continued in a measured tone:

"Fan Wanli, the chairman of Green Land, jumped off a building and committed suicide."

The silence was broken by a shocking revelation!

Mr. and Mrs. Fang’s faces changed.

Fang Qing’s eyes shifted, seemingly surprised, and then she glanced at someone.

The person quietly looked at the distant relative on the bed with a calm expression.

"What did you just say?"

Mai Encui raised her head.

She didn’t know Fu Zili, but it didn’t matter; she understood what he said.

"Fan Wanli jumped off, at Greenfield Phase II nearby."

Everyone heard it more clearly.

Fang Weiguo couldn’t hide his shock.

Who is Fan Wanli? He is a celebrity entrepreneur in Sha City, an influential business tycoon, a frequent guest of leading figures, often appearing on Sha City TV as a remarkable character.

Such a person, jumped off a building?

"How’s the situation?"

"He jumped from the 33rd floor and died on the spot."

Fang Weiguo was stunned.

"Is Jiang...?"

The coincidence of events made even Pan Hui instinctively connect the dots, her gaze moving to the figure at the foot of the bed.

Fang Weiguo grabbed her arm, "Don’t say such nonsense."

Pan Hui came to her senses and immediately shut her mouth.

"Is it confirmed to be suicide?"

Fang Qing asked a question.

"After the incident, Greenfield’s staff quickly called the police, who rushed to the scene and immediately conducted an investigation. It was initially determined to be a suicide, the accident’s cause attributed to the unqualified engineering quality issue, with the parapet wall unfinished and materials posing severe safety hazards, collapsing when Fan Wanli stepped on it, leading to this accident."

Fu Zili unhurriedly provided a relatively complete explanation of the news.

"Then this is an accident, why did you just say suicide?"

Fu Zili and Fang Qing exchanged a glance, "Hmm, perhaps I misspoke just now."

"So, is it an accident or suicide?"

Fang Weiguo steadied himself, forcefully digesting the news that shook Sha City, akin to an earthquake, and couldn’t resist asking out of curiosity.

Death is inevitable, whether as momentous as Mount Tai or as light as a feather.

Zhang Zhongquan’s stroke and Greenfield’s chairman’s fall are both matters of life and death, but the significance is distinctly different.

"Exactly what happened, it’s been not long since the incident, and the police haven’t made a definite assessment yet, still investigating."

"Hmm!"

Pan Hui nodded, chanted, "Such a big issue should indeed be thoroughly investigated. But an incident occurring in his own project and due to engineering quality, is this considered karmic retribution?"

Indeed, like mother, like daughter.

Pan Hui, as a housewife, doesn’t fall short in her reaction abilities, pushing events coincidental to near absurdity onto the intangible concept of karma.

A certain person just agreed a few days ago to ensure justice for the kneeling mother and son pair, and it materialized so quickly.

If this counts as Buddhist karma, does it imply that person embodies the supreme Tathagata?

"Yes, this is the so-called repeatedly doing wrong, ending in self-destruction."

Fang Weiguo nodded in agreement, perfectly in sync with his spouse, cooperating seamlessly.

"Zili, your news came very timely."

Fang Weiguo’s eyes then shifted to Zhang Zhongquan on the hospital bed.

Whether he can hear or not,

If he can, even just a bit of comfort might be gained.

"Serves him right! Scum like that deserves to die! Fall to death! Smash into a pile of flesh!"

Mai Encui felt no such reservations, her face sickly red; she had been lost and despondent until now, as if injected with a stimulant, found her emotional vent in the ward, angrily shouting and excitedly standing up from her chair.

But what she said wasn’t wrong, either.

The description was fitting.

From such a high height, the body would almost certainly be smashed into flesh, and when cleaning the corpse, chances are they’d need tools.

In a private ward, there’s no worry about disturbing other patients, and concerning Zhang Zhongquan, there’s even less need to fret.

Nobody stopped Mai Encui’s outburst.

"...There were people at the scene during the incident."

After Mai Encui finished cursing, Fu Zili then spoke, clearly indicating the visit gift he brought today wasn’t limited to the bouquet on the nightstand.

"People were present?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Weiguo’s mind jumped, instantly glancing at the silent Jiang Chen, frowning, a flash of worry crossed his eyes.

Indeed.

Worry.

But he was surely overthinking it.

"Yes, there was another person with Fan Wanli on the roof. He is the sole witness to Fan Wanli’s fall, named Zhou Shaohua."

Zhou Shaohua?

Mai Encui froze, then reacted even more dramatically, starting to laugh hysterically.

That property transfer contract bore this name.

She’s been unable to forget it!

"Retribution! This is retribution! Hahaha..."

Laughing and laughing, her tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"Encui, calm down, this is a hospital."

Pan Hui stepped forward to persuade.

Fang Weiguo’s brows relaxed, and he silently sighed in relief.

What nonsense was he fantasizing about.

How could Jiang possibly be such a person?

Though Fang Weiguo’s frown eased, Fang Qing next to him furrowed her brows.

The news was indeed quite intriguing, beyond her expectations.

"So, has this turned into murder again?"

From suicide, to accident, then to homicide...

Things changed way too fast.

As a legal worker, she naturally remained sensitive to the nature of incidents.

"Although there was a second person at the scene, it’s not yet determined to be a criminal case; the scene’s evidence points predominantly toward accident."

"I mean, how could an executive boss possibly run to the rooftop alone? Even if it’s not murder, there’s surely something very fishy about this."

Fang Weiguo, freed from reservations, started speaking freely, "This Zhou guy definitely has issues. Grabbing him for investigation definitely won’t go wrong."

What does it mean to mind your own business? It’s right here.

"Didn’t Zhou Shaohua run? Was he taken away by the police on the scene?"

Fang Qing asked.

"Yes, when the police went upstairs, he was still on the rooftop."

"Then it shows he probably wasn’t significantly involved, otherwise, he’d surely leave before the police arrived." Pan Hui, accompanying Mai Encui, reflected instinctively.

Fu Zili didn’t speak.

"Mom, sometimes perpetrators use precisely this mindset. In common parlance, it’s called ’under the lamp, it’s darkest’; some criminals not only don’t leave the scene, but actively call the police, exploiting human nature’s habits to shed their suspicions."

"That Zhou guy, isn’t he... can he possibly commit murder?"

"Regardless of whether it was him, he was at the scene; he can’t shirk responsibility for this matter."

Fang Weiguo spoke with vigorous strength: "Truly, heaven has opened its eyes, sparing no one."

Upon speaking, something stirred within Fang Weiguo’s heart.

Alright.

Why did things feel increasingly coincidental?

Just.

If it’s not coincidence, what kind of unimaginable means could it be?

— Really, is it humanly possible?

"Yes, heaven has indeed opened its eyes."

Pan Hui nodded.

Mai Encui turned, rushed to the bedside, tightly gripping Zhang Zhongquan’s hand, her face red, eyes equally so.

"Did you hear? Those who’ve harmed you have faced retribution..."

Zhang Zhongquan remained motionless, only the cold tick-tock of the machines sounded, silently, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.