I did one thing to the extreme

Chapter 257 Zhou Lin Tells the Clue
in front of the building.

Zhou Lin took out his mobile phone, opened the Penguin account, found a person named "Shu" on the Internet, opened the chat history, and said: "That person contacted me through the Internet, and I have never met him."

Wang Liang glanced at the chat record, it was very simple, only two sentences.

"Write a red death on the note and put it behind the building of the Star Manufacturing Company"

"Ok"

That's all for now.

"How did you get in touch before?"

"Half a month ago, I got in touch with my son. He was working in a securities company. The other party found him and said that as long as he could do a few things for them, he would be allowed to join the Mogen Group and be promoted to management within half a year. If things go well, he will be given shares to make him a shareholder of Mogen Group."

"The Mogen Group."

Wang Liang thought for a while, and only heard of the name. It seemed to be a world-renowned investment company. He took out his mobile phone and checked it online. The Mogen Group was established in 1799. Its headquarter is located in Anka City, Free State, and its financial business spreads all over the world. Assets exceed four trillion free coins.

Belongs to a proper financial giant.

No wonder Zhou Lin's son would work for them, join the Mogen Group, and within half a year, let him be promoted to the management team. This is indeed a great temptation for an ordinary office worker.

"Tell me your Penguin account and password"

"The account number is 646 and the password is woshidashazi111"

Wang Liang immediately sent the account number and password to Ying Zheng, asking him to check the chat history to see if he could find out the IP address of the other party, and then find this person based on the IP address.

A few minutes later, Yingzheng sent the result. The other party sent the message from Shantou City, Guangdong Province, the southernmost part of Longguo. After that, he never logged into the Penguin account that sent the message. There is a high probability that this person also Just a pawn in charge of liaison.

"Can you help me contact the management of the Mogen Group through the Internet? Preferably the person in charge"

"Wait a minute"

In the dark bedroom, Thompson was falling asleep. The mobile phone placed on the bedside table suddenly vibrated with a "buzzing." He was a light sleeper and would wake up if there was any movement.

Looking at the phone with the screen lit up and vibrating, I was a little confused.

what's the situation?
Why did it start vibrating all of a sudden?

Picking up the phone, there is a person wearing a black mask on the screen. The eyes exposed on the mask are constantly twinkling with stars, extremely indifferent, and almost no human emotions can be seen.

A cold electronic sound suddenly sounded.

"I am the chairman of Xingchen Technology Company. Someone promised that as long as he does things for him, he will let this person enter the Mogen Group and be promoted to management within half a year. What he does is to threaten, intimidate, and even The person who assassinated Xingchen Technology Company, I seriously suspect that this person is you!"

After hearing these words, Thompson was terrified and very angry at the same time. Who the hell is framing the Mogen Group.

Now who doesn't know that the chairman behind the Star Technology Company is abnormal, he is an incomprehensible life form, some people call him non-human, some call him God's favored person, and some even call him the messenger sent by Satan to the world.

In short, there is a consensus, that is, don't mess with it, it will really kill people.

He doesn't know about others, anyway, he is very afraid of death, even if he is greedy for the cream cake of Xingchen Technology, he dare not reach out, and now someone has reached out in the name of the magic root.

Don't let him find it, otherwise, you will spend the rest of your life in prison.

After these thoughts flashed through his mind, Thompson said subconsciously: "It's not the people of the Mogen Group, but someone is doing bad things in the name of the Mogen Group. Please believe me, I will definitely investigate this matter."

The cold electronic sound sounded again.

"Please also believe me, if it was really done by people from the Mogen Group, I will definitely make your death ugly."

At this point, the picture on the phone screen disappeared instantly, and the bedroom became extremely dark again.

Thompson turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed mechanically, put on his slippers, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and called his assistant when he came back. He wanted to investigate the matter overnight and save his life.

restaurant.

Holding a turkey leg, Ying Zheng gnawed and said, "I have already let the artificial intelligence monitor the communication equipment of everyone in the Morgan Group, and will never let go of any clues. After you and Thompson finished talking, he immediately called the assistant I made a phone call and convened a meeting of management personnel, probably to investigate this matter."

Wang Liang rubbed his temples and said: "It seems that the people hiding behind are not as simple as I imagined, and we have to be more careful in the future!".

"You don't need to scare yourself. Isn't it just a piece of broken paper? What's the use? I'm not afraid of him dropping a bomb." At this point, Zhang Dong suddenly turned his head to look at Ying Zheng. His eyes were as bright as two lamps. Hundred watt light bulb.

Ying Zheng was horrified by him, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Dong, "I thought of a once-and-for-all, very brilliant idea."

"What idea?" Wang Liang asked.

"move place!"

"What's the use of moving? It's not like they can't find it." Ying Zheng said, and gave Zhang Dong a look of "Are you stupid?"

Zhang Dong also gave Ying Zheng a look of "Are you stupid?", pointed to the sky, and said, "We can move the company directly to the moon, and people live on the moon. Let's see how they will let it go." Note!".

"Louis' sister, it's interesting!" Ying Zheng put down the bones in his hand that would make him cry when the dog gnawed at him, and said with a smile, "The miniature starship is almost finished. When it is finished, the next Go to the moon to establish a base for a while, then move your home and company there, and then establish a transportation line between the moon and Blue Star. At that time, Star Manufacturing and Star Technology will become the first interstellar company in the history of Blue Star, and I, the chief technology officer of those two companies, it's pretty much the same."

He was talking happily, but was interrupted by Zhang Dong's urgent voice.

"When will the miniature starship be built? The flowers I've been waiting for are almost withering!"

"After the Spring Festival"

"Have to wait so long?"

"It's fast enough. Do you think that manufacturing starships is like making holographic game consoles? Just get a few production lines and you can manufacture them immediately. There are many technical problems involved in this."

Zhang Dong didn't say anything, he put his turkey leg into Yingzheng's bowl, and stared at him with expectant eyes.

Ying Zheng picked up the turkey leg, ate it and said, "For the sake of the turkey leg, I can work overtime to try to build the starship before the Spring Festival. At that time, we will go directly to the moon to celebrate the Spring Festival, and then we will start a live broadcast to show the starship." Those who can't come to the moon are all crying!".

"Brother Zheng, come on!"

After dinner, Ying Zheng went to work overtime in order to achieve his small goal of celebrating the Spring Festival on the moon. Zhang Dong also had a lot of unfinished business, so he went back to his room to continue working.

Only Wang Liang was more leisurely, cooking Shiquan Dabu soup, humming a little tune, and playing chess on his mobile phone.

The "leader" who had been taught by him several times before kept sending him letters of challenge. After he refused, when he played chess with Bie, he watched the whole battle, sticking to him like a dog's skin plaster, and he couldn't shake it off.

In the end, seeing how hard it was for him to follow, he played "The Tune of the Donkey" for him on his mobile phone. This is the Divine Comedy composed by Wang Liang after 30 years of painstaking research based on the braying of the donkey.

Listening to it, being on the scene, it is like drinking sweet spring, refreshing.

in the living room.

Chang Jianjun was stunned when he heard the rhythmic braying of "Son, son...ah.", his mouth was slightly opened in an O-shape, and his small eyes were full of doubts.

what is the problem?

Who raises a donkey, braying rhythmically!

Just thinking about it, a middle-aged woman came out of the bedroom, walked to the living room, frowned and said, "What's the matter, why don't you let people sleep?".

"It's not me who made the noise, what's the use of getting angry at me?"

Just as he was talking, the braying of the donkey became more rhythmic, "My son, my son", just like listening to a DJ.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the mobile phone in Chang Jianjun's hand, and said coldly, "It's the voice coming from your mobile phone."

"No, I'm not sick, how can I let the donkey bray?" Chang Jianjun was halfway through speaking, when the middle-aged woman snatched the mobile phone, and when the chess APP was turned off, the donkey braying stopped abruptly.

"Huh!" The middle-aged woman snorted coldly, took the mobile phone, and walked to the bedroom. Chang Jianjun sat on the sofa alone and kept chanting, "I obviously didn't let the donkey bray, how could there be a donkey on the phone?" The sound is really weird."

The next morning, Wang Liang was boiling coptis water when the smart butler Xiaoxing suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Report, there are three people downstairs who want to visit you. After verification, they are the director of the Jinchaji Central Hospital, Ji Pingan, Huang Zhi, the director of the oncology department of the Jinchaji Central Hospital, and the attending physician of the Jinchaji Central Hospital's oncology department. , Su Min".

A hologram appeared in front of Wang Liang, and at the same time, a hologram also appeared in front of Ji Pingan and the others.

This is the effect shown by Yingzheng installing many holographic devices in the building for safety.

Looking at the holographic image that suddenly appeared in front of them, Ji Pingan and the three were stunned for a moment. This was too advanced, as if they had stepped into a sci-fi movie.

"What do you want from me?"

The clear voice came from the door, which was also the effect of the listening and sounding device installed by Ying Zheng.

Su Min, the attending physician, hurriedly told about Zhou Lin's check-up at the hospital yesterday, and pleaded again: "I hope the Eastern Hierarch can tell me whether cancer can be cured or not!".

"Come in and chat, Zhuzi, and bring them to the workshop"

"Ok"

Led by a square-headed robot, they took the elevator to the second floor, walked through the silver-gray lobby and corridors full of technology, and walked into a room.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

A young man with black and white hair and starry eyes is sitting by the stove, using chopsticks to play with the sweet potatoes on the iron net.

The rest of the room was filled with bags of medicinal materials, and some gleaming cold weapons, standing in the corner, and on the workbench by the wall, there was a row of gourd babies made of mud.

"You're welcome, just find a place to sit"

After all the doctors sat down, Wang Liang asked with a smile, "Which one is Dean Ji Pingan?".

"I am" said a bald middle-aged man, straightened his back, like a primary school student whose name was called by the teacher.

"Don't be nervous, I don't eat people!"

As soon as these words came out, Su Min and Huang Zhi who were sitting next to each other had smiles on their faces. They didn't expect that the usually majestic dean would be nervous.

Ji Pingan smiled shyly, expressing that he was not nervous at all.

"The medicine I'm currently brewing can't completely cure the cancer. Doctor Su also said just now that Zhou Lin's disease is only under control, and the cancer cells are still there." When hearing this, the hearts of Ji Pingan and the others were beating fast. It came out, the Eastern leader was talking about the present, not the future.

"However, it will definitely be cured in the future. Dean Ji can explain the current situation to those cancer patients and see if they are willing to be treated."

Would you like to?

Does this need to be said?
That must be 1 willing!

If the cancer patients in Jincha Central Hospital are cured by then, it will be a great thing for both the patients and the hospital. Ji Pingan said excitedly: "The patients will definitely be willing. I am here, on behalf of the patients. Eastern Hierarch, I would like to express my sincere thanks!".

"you are welcome"

After a few more polite words, Ji Pingan and the three left the Xingchen Manufacturing Company building.

In the car.

Huang Zhi looked at the receding buildings on both sides of the road, and heaved a heavy sigh. He really wanted to know the medicine made by the Eastern leader, what ingredients were put in it, and what the ratio was.

In the end, he didn't dare to ask.

He is not going to imitate the medicine and sell it to cancer patients to make a lot of money, but he just wants to know what kind of medicine is so miraculous?
After returning to the hospital, Ji Pingan did not rashly explain the good situation to the patient. He immediately wrote the situation into a written report and submitted it to the above. The leader called him quickly and told him that the situation was too special. Research meeting is required.

While waiting anxiously, near noon, the leader's call finally came.

"After research, this drug can be distributed to patients as a clinical trial drug. Remember, it must be distributed in accordance with the relevant procedures, and it must not be distributed indiscriminately."

"Ok!"

Ji Pingan hung up the phone and immediately called a meeting of the oncology department.

In the afternoon, I walked into the ward of the youngest cancer patient, asked a few words about his condition, and asked with a smile, "Do you know the Oriental leader?".

"Know"

It was the patient who was talking. She was only 25 years old this year, but unfortunately she got cancer. The doctor said that with proper treatment, she should have three to five years to live.

"Yesterday, a cancer patient came to the hospital for examination. His condition was under control, and his body function recovered almost to that of a normal person." When the patient and the patient's family heard this, their eyes stared like copper bells, and they felt their hearts tremble. Jump out soon.

"The reason why this patient's condition can be controlled and his body will get better is because he has taken the traditional Chinese medicine prepared by the Eastern leader."

As soon as this sentence came out, the faces of the patient and the patient's family members flushed instantly with excitement.

(End of this chapter)