Chapter 50

Jin Zongxin is the son of his uncle Jin Yongchang. Although his father is ambitious, he is a very Buddhist.

He never took part in any internal struggle of the Jin family. He had been studying art in the United States. This time, for the 10th anniversary of Jin Fengmian's death, he was specially called back from the United States by Jin Yongchang.

His stature is not as tall as Jin Zongliang's, and his muscle lines are not as good as Jin Zongliang's, but he has a strong American street art style. Today, he is wearing a black suit and white shirt, with a retro red wave point bow tie in front of his neck, long hair, and combed high above his head.

If his dress is in the United States, it may be nothing, but at home, it seems a little strange.

Jin Zongliang doesn't quite understand why Jin Yongchang wants to call his "non mainstream" son back from the United States. Maybe Jin Yongchang's purpose is just to support him.

Jin Zongliang glanced at Jin Fengxin, who didn't know when he was floating to his side: "is this my high profile

After that, Jin Zongliang rolled his Adam's apple twice, carelessly took out his mobile phone, reclined on his car and played with it.

When Jin Fengxin saw him like this, he said nothing more.

"OK, but I didn't see uncle's face very well just now. You should be careful. Today is a special day." With that, he floated away like a gust of wind.

Looking at the back of Jin Fengxin walking towards the gate of the cemetery, Jin Zongliang's mouth is full of a complicated smile.

Ha ha, I don't know what Jin Yongchang's intention is to turn his son into such a young man of literature and art.

"Zongliang, how are you? Long time no see." A familiar voice came from his ear. Jin Zongliang turned his head. Jin Yongchang was looking at himself with a grim smile. His eyes were very small, but he was very focused. His hair was combed meticulously, but the two deep lines on his face could not cover his age.

"Hello, uncle." Jin Zong cool mouth corner moved, skin smile meat don't smile ground say.

"It seems that Mr. Jin has developed a lot recently. The cars have been changed one by one." Jin Yongchang reached out and gently touched the car beside Jin Zongliang.

"That's not relying on my uncle's help. Over the years, your Yongchang has been developing harmoniously with Jin's family. That's why I have my present. So I also want to thank my uncle." Under Jin Zongliang's brave eyebrows, his dark eyes didn't go up and down. The cold in his bones made Jin Yongchang a little afraid.

"Zongliang, what do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean? Uncle, don't you know? I just want to remind uncle that the case of Yonghui is not worth you. I spend so much resources, but if uncle wants to play, I will play with you to the end. " Jin Zongliang slightly lowered his head and said in Jin Yongchang's ear, with a very cold tone.

"Ha ha ha ha." Jin Yongchang after listening, suddenly sneered, "Zongliang, you are still too young, there are many things you do not understand, but slowly you will understand." Then he turned and walked to the entrance of the cemetery.

"Wait a minute!"

Jin Yongchang turned his face and raised his eyebrows: "what? Anything else? "

"There's one thing I've always been curious about."

"What's the matter?"

"My brother Jin Fengmian is alive and well. Why did he commit suicide?" Jin Zongliang asked word by word.

Every word of this sentence hit Jin Yongchang's heart heavily.

"I don't know." He only answered these four words and left in a hurry.

Jin Zongliang sneered in the distance. To some extent, everyone here is the indirect killer who killed his uncle Qi Tianfeng.

Why did he suddenly lose the person he loved the most and the person who loved him the most? In a moment, his eyes were empty and he was forced to get involved in this kind of family fight.

In the public cemetery three kilometers away from here, there is his uncle buried. However, no one will remember, including Jin Yongguo and Qi Tianfeng, who used to be his trusted subordinates, but now I'm afraid they have long forgotten him.

At the moment, Jin Zongliang is immersed in the death of his uncle. However, not far from here, Yan Xi has fallen into a deep abyss.

"Don't struggle any more. Save your strength. It's useless." With a cigarette in his mouth, Li Yichen leaned back on a chair, one foot on a shabby sofa, and of course, there was beer all over the floor.

"Why on earth are you binding me! I beg you, tell me, do you want money? " Yan Xi's hair was scattered like withered weeds, her lips were pale and dry, her two red eyes were protruding forward, her eyes were sunken, and her cheeks collapsed.

"Why? I've told you many times that you've provoked people who shouldn't have. Now people want you to disappear, so I have to do it. Ha ha ha. " With that, Li Yichen raised his head and laughed lewdly, then threw his cigarette butt on the ground.

What's wrong with you Who on earth For three days, Yan Xi has been thinking about this question, but there is no answer.

"How much did that man give you? I will, too. Will you let me go Yan Xi looks at Li Yichen with begging eyes."You give it to me? Hahaha, I won't believe you any more. Last time you went to sleep with me, how much did Jin Zongliang give you? You only gave me one hundred thousand, hehe, what about the rest? "

"The rest To save my brother... " Yan Xi said with a cry, two eyes full of supplication.

"Ha ha, your unfortunate brother, I don't want to say anything more. In a word, now, you stay here honestly. No one can save you."

With that, Li Yichen stood up wobbly and walked out of the small iron gate beside him.

Only Yan Xi was left alone in such a big place.

Yan Xi raised her head, outside the window, is a gloomy day, like a gray cover, the pressure of people out of breath, maybe God is also pitying himself, the sky was drizzling, Yan Xi's ear heard the voice of the note.

It's cold So hungry Yan Xi's hands and feet are tied tightly by the hemp rope, and she can't move at all. She has to curl up hard to keep some residual temperature on her body.

Yan Xi looked around, in addition to the abandoned rusty machine, nothing, empty, floating in the air like small particles of dust, corner, a piece of black, a sense of fear gradually spread in Yan Xi's heart.

In fact, Yan Xi knew that this place was a factory branch of the former factory of Li Yichen's family. However, it was not well managed and closed down, so it was abandoned all the time.