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"Konnie, the situation is so serious, and those hooligans have so many people, if we don't deal with them properly, it will cause a lot of damage to Dix. I think we should call the police?" Tabolte's eyes were filled with worry.

Thinking about all this, Zuo Zixian quickly thought of a plan and decisively rejected Tabolte's suggestion, "You can't call the police! Now is the critical period for Dix's survival. If the police were to find out and report about it, the entire Dix might be finished. "

No matter what, she couldn't let her father's life's work be ruined.

"But, such a life-threatening thing has happened, how can we hide it from you?" Tabolte still didn't feel reassured, especially since Zuo Jun was still lying in the hospital. The entire Dix winery was supported by a single girl, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to face it.

By the time it was nearly twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Ling Yiheng had arrived at the station in Strasbourg and was on his way to Paris. Before leaving, he always felt that there was still some worry for Zuo Zixian, so he took out his phone and prepared to give her a call.

However, before he could make a call, Zhou Heng called.

After Ling Yiheng answered the phone, he heard Zhou Heng's somewhat serious voice, "Boss, something happened in the Dix wine cellar."

"What?" Ling Yiheng's sharp black eyes suddenly turned cold, "What's going on?"

"It's like this, I just got the news, the Dix wine cellar fought over the dispute between the workers and the supervisor, and the last worker was somehow crushed by the crane." It's like this, I just received the news, the Dix wine cellar fought over the conflict between the workers and the supervisor, and the last worker was somehow crushed by the crane.

Ling Yiheng's eyes darkened. He didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"Help me return the ticket and ticket. I'll let you know." After saying that, Ling Yiheng hung up the phone.

Zhou Heng smiled bitterly on the other end, unsure of whether the news he had told Ling Yiheng was good or bad.

Zuo Zixian was surrounded at the entrance of the wine cellar, sweating profusely, yet unable to do anything for a moment.

In the office of a winery in Strasbourg, a man sat at his desk, lazily smoking a cigar.

Smoke filled the air, and the people who were surrounded had a pair of blue eyes that were cold and evil.

He was like a dormant wild beast, waiting for an opportunity.

After a while, he pinched the cigar out of his hand and picked up the phone.

"Hello, is this the local Strasbourg Eagle? I have a piece of news to give you. It's the once famous Dix winery. Now workers are causing trouble and people have died. " This was a very standard French accent. Obviously, this person was a native. Although he spoke politely, his voice was more or less evil.

Hearing the questioning voice from the other side, the French man was very kind. "You may go ahead and investigate, but I can assure you that what I said was the truth."

"Yes, sir, may I ask..." What's your name? " the man asked him.

"You don't need to know who I am. I'm just giving you guys a clue. Goodbye." With that, he hung up the phone with a cold smile on his face.

When he arrived at the door of the wine cellar at Dix winery, it was already two in the afternoon. Although the summer had already passed, the autumn tiger was still very frightening, its intense light passing through the layers of leaves in the surroundings and landing on Zuo Zixian.

Her thin figure looked lovable under the sunlight, but she maintained a calm expression.

There were a lot of people around her, all of them hooligans. There were roughly fifty to sixty of them, all pointing at her in the local language, asking for an explanation.

After all, from their point of view, Zuo Jun City wasn't here right now, and Zuo Ziqian was the person in charge of the wine cellar.

Zuo Ziqian fiercely suppressed his emotions and did not allow himself to argue with these people. He always tried to persuade them kindly and maintained a calm face, not letting his emotions leak out in the slightest.

However, these people did not seem to listen to what she said to Tabolte. Each and every one of their voices were loud and clear. No matter how dry her words were, it was to no avail.

Beads of sweat dripped down from her forehead. She extended her hand to wipe them away, but she still did not give up and continued to deal with the group of people in front of her.

However, these people's emotions were agitated, and each one of them were minding their own business to express their views, and their voices were getting louder and louder, causing the Left Scholar to feel helpless for a moment.

Ling Yiheng's gaze was fixed on Zuo Ziqian who was in the middle of the encirclement, his eyes were deep and deep.

The afternoon sun shone on Zuo Zixian's body, making the outline of her face clearer and clearer. Her fair and jade-like face coupled with her stubborn face made her look both independent and fragile.

He had never felt such strong desire to protect a woman before, and Zuo Zimeng was the first one. She was also the first person who could make him change his schedule for something other than work.