Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 61 Who the hell is manipulating all this behind the scenes

Nan Jinghong sat down at the desk.

Zong Yuan stepped forward and projected the small video screen Yuan Ming sent from abroad onto the wall, and Yuan Ming's phantom appeared on it.

"Young Master." Yuan Ming nodded slightly, then got straight to the point and began to report.

"The serial car accident you ordered to investigate, I found a police officer who left the job and learned something about it."

Yuan Ming said loudly, "On the second day after the car accident happened, the driver Fang Wei was arrested by the police, and he was arrested and compensated for the treatment expenses of all those injured in the accident according to the law."

"However, due to the large number of injured people and the huge cost, Fang Wei only paid part of it due to his ability, and then waited for the prosecution."

"But the night before the criminal prosecution, Fang Wei disappeared in the police station, alone, as if he disappeared out of thin air."

"All the records of the case were also erased, as if it had never happened. The people in the police station at that time were ordered not to mention this person, and there seemed to be someone on the injured side to offer compensation and comfort. "

Nan Jinghong frowned slightly, "So this matter, let's just let it go."

"Yes." Yuan Ming nodded. "If the resigned police officer hadn't been found, the subordinates might not have been able to find out about this matter."

Zong Yuan was greatly surprised, "Even you can't find out?"

He was stunned, and his gaze turned to Nan Jinghong naturally.

Today, Yuan Ming's influence has spread all over Asia. In this world, there is nothing he cannot find out, only the length of time.

Of course, there are exceptions.

It was the case of Nan Jinghong's parents' car accident more than ten years ago.

The driver who caused the accident is still unknown.

Now, there is another driver whose whereabouts are unknown.

Coincidentally, it was the young lady's mother incident...

Such a thing, too coincidental, right?
"Oh, interesting."

A cold look appeared on Nan Jinghong's lips, "It seems that even Shu Nianchen planned that person in the dark."

Zong Yuan looked terrified, "Could it be that he really has the ability to predict?" Otherwise, how would he know that Shu Nianchen would be the young lady...

"Yuan Ming, check to see if the driver of the two accidents is the same person." Nan Jinghong said suddenly.

He unconsciously leaned back on the back of the chair, the depths of his misty eyes were full of endless darkness and depth.

"I would like to see who is controlling all this behind the scenes!"

He has risen for many years, but he still can't find out who is behind the manipulation...

Nan Jinghong clenched his fists, the fierceness in his eyes suddenly appeared!

……

another hemisphere

The moonlight gently filled the entire glass greenhouse.

A man in a haute couture suit stood in front of a flowering epiphyllum, waiting patiently.

There was the sound of footsteps, rushing in.

"Owner."

A figure stopped behind the man, extremely respectful.

"Nan Jinghong's investigation has been blocked, and Fang Wei has taken it back."

The man smiled softly, looked at the epiphyllum in front of him with gentle eyes, and waited for the beauty of it to bloom.

"It's faster than I imagined, and even Fang Wei has found it."

"The subordinates will definitely take strict precautions and never let the other side have a chance to investigate!" The person behind vowed.

The man shook his head.

After waiting for ten minutes, the budding epiphyllum finally began to slowly reveal her beauty.

Under the moonlight, the white is so bright and so beautiful!

However, just when it was about to bloom its beauty to the most brilliant moment, the man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the flower.

The fragrance of flowers is elegant, accompanied by his indifferent figure, warm but chilling.

"Games always have ups and downs to be exciting."

He let go, and the scattered petals fell from his hands, dilapidated and haggard...

(End of this chapter)