Zhang Guosen has been sitting on the boss's chair behind the desk. He is completely different from the way he nodded and bowed when he last saw Song Li. At this time, he looked completely superior, "What on earth are you talking to me about?"
She sat down on the sofa comfortably and looked at Zhang Guosen with a calm expression, "Let's talk to Mr. Zhang about a business deal."
Zhang Guosen chuckled disdainfully, "Do you want to come here again under the banner of the Huo Group to cheat?"
"No." Shu Xin stretched out her long white onion-like index finger and waved it, "I am discussing business with you privately."
"Ha!" Zhang Guosen sneered unabashedly, "What can you and I have to talk about?"
Shu Xin took out her mobile phone and played with it in her hand, speaking in a rather casual tone, "Let's talk about the Fuyuan project."
The smile on Zhang Guosen's face froze, and then sarcastic words rang out, "Is your brain blocked by the door? The Fuyuan project was completed three months ago, what else is there to talk about?"
Shu Xin didn't say anything. She opened the screen of her phone and scrolled through the photos taken from Zhang Guosen one by one. Well, the photos were quite clear.
Two months ago, Zhang Guosen said that the murder case that occurred in Fuyuan was caused by the contractor who slipped and fell. There were no cameras in the newly built house, so no one knew the truth.
So it was Zhang Guosen who had the final say.
The contract that Shu Xin photographed was the contract signed by Zhang Guosen and the family of the general manager of Baotou.
The general meaning is that he lost money, and then he slipped and fell, and his family agreed not to cause trouble to him in the future.
When Zhang Guosen saw that Shu Xin had been silent, he started playing with the phone in his hand, with a very ugly expression on his face, "I'm very busy and I don't have time to play with you. Please leave!"
"What are you in a hurry for?" As she spoke, Shu Xin edited the photo into a MMS and sent it to Zhang Guosen.
Soon there was a reminder sound from Zhang Guosen's side as a text message came in.
Shu Xin put the phone back in her pocket, raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Guosen, "I sent you something, take a look, and then we'll talk."
Zhang Guosen frowned, glanced at Shu Xin doubtfully, picked up the phone on the table, and clicked on the message. When he saw what Shu Xin sent, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and looked at him with anger. Shu Xin said, "Last time you came to my place disguised as a man just to secretly take photos of this contract, right?"
Shu Xin didn't bother to answer the obvious question, and simply said: "You took the initiative to clarify to the media that the movie theater collapse incident had nothing to do with Liao Yufan, so I deleted all these photos and treated it as if I didn't know anything."
Zhang Guosen looked at Shu Xin with a look that said, "You are seriously ill." "Did you talk in your sleep before you woke up, or did I hear something wrong because of my bad ears?"
Shu Xin knew that Zhang Guosen understood what she said, and ignored his cynicism, and continued: "Have you ever thought about the consequences you will bear if I send these to the media?"
Zhang Guosen's face turned slightly pale, and there was a fleeting trace of nervousness in his eyes, and then he smiled carelessly, "You can just send it, no construction company can have any accidents, not to mention that I have already taken care of it and the family members have signed it. It won't have any impact on me if you spread the word."
There was a sneer in Shu Xin's eyes, and her tone was still casual and calm, as if she hadn't heard Zhang Guosen's words, and continued: "In order to keep Liao Yufan, you tampered with the pillars of the cinema building. Now that the building has collapsed, you should bear all the responsibilities. If You bear all the responsibilities. The worst thing is that the company goes bankrupt, but..."