Chapter 207

With long legs, he started the plan for the desert entertainment hall. On the built stage, he picked up the loudspeaker with one hand and shouted:

"Dear families, I'm Si Zeyu, President of D group. First of all, I'm deeply sorry for the families of the victims of the accident," he said, bowing deeply in front of the families of the victims and all the reporters.

The crowd that was noisy just now became quiet in an instant.

Si Zeyu, a man like a God, made such a move in front of so many people. Everyone was shocked.

Some reporters also rubbed their eyes to make sure that what appeared in front of them was not an illusion.

Everyone was surprised when it was determined that the man was indeed Si Zeyu.

Several of the victims' families still couldn't contain their anger.

"If apologizing can save our family's life, you'll always apologize here!"

"Yes, we don't need to apologize now. We need a statement!"

Then the families of the victims shouted at each other, and their emotions seemed to get excited again.

Several men wanted to break through the shackles of security and break into Si Zeyu's face.

The security guards tried their best to stop, and the journalists from the major media pushed forward, saying they didn't want to miss the opportunity to make headlines.

Si Zeming stared at the TV screen in front of the TV, waiting for a good play.

What do you do this time?

In front of the crowd, an insignificant little boy stood there. It was originally a woman who protected him, but when the unexpected force pushed behind, the woman didn't stand firm and fell down.

The crowd only rushed forward. No one noticed such a small spot. The people behind rushed forward. The child didn't stand firm. His head hit the edge of the table and bled.

The situation changes too fast. The child's body has fallen slowly. If he slips and falls to the ground, the crowd behind him will rush up, and the child will be trampled on.

The woman who had just been knocked down got up from the ground, looked at the child who was about to step on it, collapsed several times and shouted loudly in front of her.

"My child, my child..."

But people seemed to be crazy. They pushed forward with all their strength and couldn't hear the woman's cry at all.

Sooner or later, Si Zeyu quickly turned around, jumped off the stage, blocked the crowd with one arm, and the other picked up the child and rushed back to the stage.

Si Zeyu picked out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and covered the child's broken head.

"Does it hurt?" looking at this child almost as big as Zhuang, Si Zeyu was distressed and asked with concern.

The child seemed a little frightened. His eyes opened wide and kept shaking his head.

At this time, all the people noticed the scene just now and immediately calmed down, staring at the scene on the stage.

Si Zeyu said to the security guard nearby:

"What are you doing? Call an ambulance."

The child's mother rushed to the stage.

"My son, my son."

Si Zeyu asked a security guard to let the woman go.

The woman's tears flowed and she was a little excited.

The loss of her husband made her feel that the sky was going to fall and she was in great pain. She couldn't imagine what would happen to her only son.

If something happens to the child, how can she afford her husband who has just died.

"Mom, it hurts." the little boy was pale in Si Zeyu's arms and stretched out his little hand to the woman.

The woman took over the child with a trembling hand. She felt a heart wrenching feeling that could not be said. In a hurry, she burst into tears. She looked at Si Zeyu, and her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Si Zeyu learned from the staff that the woman was the wife of one of the dead.

Six months ago, they came out from the countryside to work. Unexpectedly, something happened to their husband. Looking at the orphan and widowed mother in front of them, Si Zeyu felt guilty.

"The ambulance will arrive soon. Don't be afraid. The child just scraped his skin and was frightened. He will be fine!" Si Zeyu comforted.

The woman looked at the child's injured forehead and the bloody handkerchief. The terrible picture just now was still fresh in her mind. She still said something to Si Zeyu.

"Thank you!"

"Yes, I'm sorry for you! Believe me, I will give you a satisfactory answer. I'll ask my assistant to accompany you to take your child to the hospital for examination."

Then Si Zeyu continued to say to the families of the dead below the stage:

"I understand your mood at the moment. I also ask you to treat this matter rationally. Please believe me and will give you a satisfactory answer. The dead are dead. I hope the living are safe!"

At this time, those people below were silent. Yes, there were no more people. It's better to believe Si Zeyu once.

One of the older men, after discussing with the family members, stood up and said to Si Zeyu.

"We believe you once, and we must give us a satisfactory statement within two days."

Si Zeyu nodded.

At this time, the ambulance rushed to the scene. Si Zeyu ordered assistant Yue to go to the hospital to deal with the matter. The woman, the child and several accompanying family members got on the ambulance.

Si Zeyu ordered the person in charge of the desert to arrange a rest place for the families of the dead.

The reporters also withdrew one after another.

At the gate of the desert, peace has been restored.

At this time, Ye Li called Si Zeyu.

"Zeyu, where are you? You really found something important."

"I'm at the desert project site. Come and talk in detail!"

Soon, Ye Li came here in his Lamborghini sports car.

Ye Li stood in front of Si Zeyu with the call list of the section chief and deputy section chief of the monitoring room and the record of the news he heard at their house.

Looking at Ye Li's haggard face, Si Zeyu patted him on the shoulder.

"Good brother, hard work."

"Yes," said Ye Li, yawning. It seems that he didn't sleep all night last night.

After investigation, there was no problem with the call records of the chief of the monitoring section. They were all work calls and home calls.

In the call records of deputy section chief Yang Chen, an unfamiliar number appears frequently, both outgoing and incoming.

After Ye Li's investigation, this is a no transfer number, which can be said to be a black number. This alone is very suspicious.

Another important message is that Yang Chen's youngest son was found to have leukemia not long ago, while his eldest daughter was sent abroad to study a few days ago.

According to Yang Chen's position and salary in group D, he can barely maintain the medical expenses of a leukemic son, and can never afford an extra child to study abroad.

Yang Chen's son was ill and hospitalized, and his daughter went abroad to study. It happened almost at the same time, which had to be suspicious.

"Ze Yu, there seems to be a big problem." Ye Li's eyes looked at si ze Yu with a trace of doubt.

It's really suspicious!

Si Zeyu called the office director and asked him to call Yang Chen, the deputy section chief.

After a while, the director of the office brought Yang Chen in. Yang Chen was dark, about 40 years old, of medium build. He didn't talk much at ordinary times. He was a down-to-earth and hard-working talent. It's not easy to work in group D, which has a large number of talents.

Si Zeyu looked at the director of the office.

"You go out first."

"Yes!"

As soon as the owner of the office left, Yang Chen looked a little cramped in the dark eyes of Si Zeyu, rubbing his hands with each other, as if to hide the tension at the bottom of his heart.

"Sit down." Si Zeyu's bony fingers pointed to the sofa opposite him.

"Mr. Si, if you have any orders, just say it." when Yang Chen spoke, he had been avoiding Si Zeyu's eyes and was flustered.

Si Zeyu's eyes are as deep as a pond, containing insight into all wisdom.

"Sit down and say," said Si Zeyu again.

Yang Chen swallowed a mouthful of water, then walked slowly to the sofa and sat down.

"How old is it this year?" Si Zeyu asked.

Hearing Si Zeyu's words, Yang Chen immediately raised his head and looked at him. He couldn't believe it. He thought he had heard wrong.

Si Zeyu looked at him firmly. Yang Chen immediately lowered his head and stammered back:

"Forty."

"How many children are there at home?" Si Zeyu asked again.

"Two, two children." Yang Chen felt a little confused.

"I heard your son has leukemia." Si Zeyu no longer asked, but affirmed.

Yang Chen looked at Si Zeyu again. He began to sweat and tremble all over.

Si Zeyu felt that the heat was almost the same, and then he was outspoken.

"The night before the accident, you went to the monitoring room. You damaged the line, resulting in the failure of monitoring after midnight."

When Si Zeyu finished speaking, Yang Chen could not sit steadily. He was so frightened that he immediately slipped down from the sofa and fell to the ground.

Si Zeyu felt that he was frightened by these words, and unexpectedly did such a careless thing.

"No... not me..." Yang Chen kept repeating this sentence and shaking his head.

"If it wasn't you, who else?" Si Zeyu's voice became unusually cold, which raised Yang Chen's heart to his throat.

Si Zeyu also felt that Yang Chen was coerced and used.

"Yes... I don't know, I don't know, I don't know..." Yang Chen's mouth kept repeating this sentence, as if he was possessed by magic.

"Yang Chen, think about your sick son and your daughter studying abroad. Did someone instigate you to do so, and then gave you a lot of money to see a doctor and send your child to study abroad?"

Si Zeyu could see from Yang Chen's flustered expression that he must be an accomplice. He was such a coward that he couldn't commit such a thing.

Moreover, after his investigation, he didn't know the two workers at all, let alone have any hatred, since they died.

Hearing Si Zeyu's words, Yang Chen trembled even more.