Chapter 7

"Mr. Zhang, let's see if there are any omissions in what we just talked about. If there are no problems, sign here." Zhao ChuChu sorted out a document from beginning to end and put it in front of Zhang Shan.

Zhang Shan only scanned it roughly and signed his name at the end of the document, "I'm relieved that Miss Zhao works."

Zhao ChuChu just stared at it and didn't react until now.

Zhang Shan is indeed the largest philanthropist in the city, but he can rank first. There are absolutely not a few assets under his name. Generally, the movable and real estate in the hands of such people are divided into several sections and handed over to different companies to take care of them respectively. But now, just because she met Zhang Shan, she handed over all her assets to her alone. No wonder even the manager doesn't care about asking for leave when such a burden falls.

"Miss Zhao?" Zhang Shan looked at the time and said to Zhao Chu, "it's noon soon. Let's have lunch together?"

Zhao ChuChu came back from the sky pie and hesitated for a while before nodding. She stretched out her right hand and showed a professional smile on her face, "happy cooperation."

Zhang Shan's fingers are very warm. He and Zhao ChuChu just loosen them with a gentle grip and make an invitation gesture to Zhao ChuChu. Zhao ChuChu walked a little forward, moved his fingers and gently shook his head. It must have been the weather that day in the warm mourning hall, so Zhang Shan's fingers were so cold······

Lunch is a restaurant introduced by Zhang Shan, simple and clean, and the price is close to the people. The whole dining process was also very pleasant. Mr. Zhang was humorous and talkative. When he was middle-aged, he had broad knowledge and behaved very gentlemanly. He even sent Zhao ChuChu back to the door of the company after lunch.

Zhao ChuChu looked at Zhang Shan's back, rubbed his arms and smiled.

In fact, this person is not bad. His family education is very strict and he is really loving. No wonder he is so loving.

Zhao ChuChu overturned the idea of Zhang Shan when he first met before, and put this person in the position of an ordinary customer.

"Do you know Zhang Shan?"

Zhao ChuChu fastened her seat belt and heard the problem of Lu Xingdao. She said, narrowed her eyes and stared at him, "do you still let someone watch me in the company?"

Now it's the rush hour after work. Lu Xinggui drove the car out of the garage and was blocked and stopped soon. He turned his head sideways and looked at Zhao ChuChu with bad eyes. "I said that in the next period of time, we should go in and out together."

This is indeed what Lu Xingdao said, but Zhao ChuChu didn't expect to report his work to Lu Xingdao. She snorted coldly, "do you want me to tell you what contracts and words I signed with Mr. Zhang today? Oh, maybe there's something I said to Zhang Shan on your desk, which is more detailed than what I told you. "

Lu Xinggui didn't care about Zhao ChuChu's stabbing words. He only looked at Zhao ChuChu and said, "Zhang Shan is not simple."

"Yes, he's not simple. He's my partner. Today, we privately transferred a sealing fee to me in the name of signing the contract." Zhao ChuChu continued to hum. Compared with Zhang Shan's degree of advance and retreat, Lu Xingdao was like a vexatious child. She hissed twice, "ah, no, isn't my contact with Zhang Shan just a chance for you to find evidence?"

Lu Xinggui really shut up and stepped on the accelerator into the driveway.

In the next few days, Zhang Shan did not cross the border, but occasionally called to care about the flow of his assets and asked about his recent financial policies and products.

He started from scratch and founded Shangshan shoes industry. He has survived several twists and turns in the economic circle. He has his own unique understanding of finance. Occasionally, some ideas are good experience for Zhao ChuChu. As soon as they come and go, Zhao ChuChu has more contact with Zhang Shan. Zhang Shan is not stingy and knows everything. He is also a teacher and friend with Zhao ChuChu.

That afternoon, Zhao ChuChu reported the recent capital situation in the cafe under Zhang Shanding, drank a cup of coffee and was ready to leave.

Zhang Shan stopped her and took out a clamped document from the file bag.

"Well, don't worry. Look at this."

Zhao ChuChu was stunned and sat back in his chair. He didn't directly reach out to pick it up. "Is this?"

Zhang Shan was embarrassed. He smiled. "This is Shangshan's main style for the next quarter."

Zhao ChuChu picked his eyebrows and didn't understand Zhang Shan's meaning. These are trade secrets. How can Zhang Shan show them to a layman?

"I've always liked to design high heels. When I created Shangshan, I just hope that one day my mother can wear high heels designed by me." Zhang Shan shook his head, and Zhao ChuChu didn't ask. She checked Zhang Shan's information. It is said that Zhang Shan's mother died two months before Shangshan was founded. She died suddenly. It's a pity.

He ordered the file bag. "These are some of the most satisfactory works I have designed over the years. I'd like to ask Miss Zhao to help me. "

"Mr. Zhang, I'm a layman."

Zhang Shan was very tough and pushed the file bag in front of Zhao ChuChu. "To tell Miss Zhao, the reason why I took out these works is because of your feet. I am a designer of high heels. I often deal with other people's feet and abrasive feet. I seldom see such beautiful feet as Miss Zhao's. I hope Miss Zhao can help me try and choose the most satisfactory pair as the main hit, or let my mother rest in peace. "

The question marks in Zhao ChuChu's forehead are about to fill up. What is this magical brain circuit? What's the matter with your mother again? Is it that Zhang Shanlian's words of filial piety will come out if he doesn't accept the document bag again?

She smiled a little far fetched and opened the file bag. There are a stack of more than 30 pictures, all of which are women's high heels. There are more than 30 pairs of beautiful high heels with different styles. The date is marked on the back of each pair, and the time separation is very uneven. The earliest pair is still before the establishment of Shangshan.

Zhang Shan saw Zhao ChuChu holding the picture and missed it in his eyes. "This is the first pair of high heels I designed for my mother. It's a pity..."

Unfortunately, Zhang Shan didn't go on. Zhao ChuChu thought of his mother's death and quickly changed a picture to see it.

"Mr. Zhang, you are very talented." Zhao ChuChu looks more and more amazing. These shoes are really good-looking. No wonder Zhang Shan has hidden them for so long. She can predict how high Shang Shan will be when this batch of works come out.

"Thank you."

Zhao ChuChu raised his head and praised Zhang Shan. Then he continued to look, but his pupils suddenly narrowed when he saw the next picture. She took a deep breath and almost crumpled the paper with her fingers.

"What's the matter? Is there anything wrong? "

"Ah? No, it's just -- I'm so excited about this design. " Zhao ChuChu put all the documents on the table, and put his trembling hands on the table with the help of the table to stabilize his mood.

She smiled at Zhang Shan and asked, "it's beautiful."

Zhang Shan looked at it and smiled. He was very satisfied with his work. "These are called Sunwood 32 stars. You can look at the next pair. I think it suits you very well. "

For... Me?

Zhao ChuChu shook his eyes and smiled to draw out the last picture.

"This pair is called the king of Chu three."

Before Zhao ChuChu could see it, the mobile phone on the table shook.

She took a look, smiled at Zhang Shan, got up and answered the phone, "yes, um... Is it urgent? Then I'll come now. "

Zhang Shan also heard some. He just put away his design draft and asked Zhao ChuChu, "I'll give it to you?"

Zhao ChuChu hesitated before nodding and asked Zhang Shan to send her back to the company. After Zhang Shan left, Zhao ChuChu hurried out, recruited a taxi and went straight to the police station.

Sitting in the car, Zhao ChuChu's fear came out completely. She shivered fiercely, almost shaking her hands before touching Lu xingnuan's mobile phone. She opened the album, turned it over a few times and suddenly stopped. This is a picture of Lu xingnuan's feet. There is also a small peach heart approved by Lu xingnuan in the picture, a pair of high-heeled shoes called 32 stars, which is called the theme of the next quarter, Is wearing on Lu Xing's warm feet!

Zhao ChuChu took a deep breath and didn't even dare to think about it. Is this a coincidence? Lu xingnuan wears shoes with the name of 32 stars——

If Officer Lin didn't call suddenly, Zhao ChuChu didn't know how to continue to hide in front of Zhang Shan.

Officer Lin had been waiting in the reception room for a while. Zhao ChuChu knocked on the door and took a cup of hot water from officer Lin.

"It's rude of us to call Miss Zhao."

Officer Lin sat down opposite Zhao ChuChu. Zhao ChuChu had been looking at her. Now her brain calmed down, got rid of the fear of speculation, and her reason came back in an instant. She took a sip of water and whispered, "second time."

Yes, the second time. Send her to Zhang Shan for the second time.

Zhao ChuChu put down the water cup, straightened up and asked Officer Lin, "did you doubt Zhang Shan very early?"

"Huh?" Officer Lin was a little surprised, "why does Miss Zhao say that? Yes, what did you find? "

"Yes, Zhang Shangang is just showing me a stack of drawings of high-heeled shoes that he personally designed and will be available next quarter. One of them was called 32 stars by him, and warm once passed through. " Zhao ChuChu turned out the photo to police officer Lin. Police Officer Lin was a little surprised that she had a mobile phone, and was soon attracted by the picture.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure," Zhao ChuChu nodded, pointing out the small details of the high-heeled shoes to Officer Lin, with a floating voice, "and when wennuan was killed, his feet were cut off. How could it be so coincidental? "

Officer Lin didn't interrupt. He just looked at Zhao ChuChu. Zhao ChuChu murmured, "what pair of shoes did you wear when your warm feet were cut off?"

This is what Officer Lin wondered before. Lu xingnuan's salute was found in the hotel, but according to the investigation and evidence collection, all her shoes were in the hotel. But now, this doubt seems to have been solved······

"Zhang Shan, even if he is not a murderer, he must have something to do with it!" Zhao ChuChu slapped him on the table, and his eyes quickly turned red. The previously suppressed heartache for Lu Xing's warmth now suddenly rolled up, stronger than ever before.