novelraw Chapter 672 - 661: It Was You (Part 3)
Chapter 672 - 661: It Was You (Part 3)
"President Liu, how about I personally take some people to search and see if we can find any trace of Miss Li?" Huang Yong said these words with genuine sincerity, easily leading others to believe he truly cared about the person in question.
Liu Fugui seemed slightly displeased when he heard this and replied coldly, "Search? How? In such a vast place, do you know where they might go? Besides, do you know what time it is now? Is it worth expending so much manpower and resources for one woman? If she was so keen on leaving, she should have been prepared for all consequences. So don’t worry about this matter, focus on the Factory’s security. It’s not peaceful outside, you know this. Don’t get distracted by these trivial matters, understand?"
Of course, Huang Yong would obediently accept Liu Fugui’s scolding, but...:
"President Liu, I understand what you’re saying, but this matter concerns Miss Li, and she’s the young master’s..."
Liu Yunpeng abruptly and irritably interrupted him, "Enough, Huang Yong, didn’t my dad make it clear? This matter is none of your concern, got it? Hmph, isn’t this just what you wanted!"
"Yunpeng!" Liu Fugui sternly stopped his son from further nonsense, "How are you speaking? Do you not understand any manners? Next time, remember these are your elders, don’t speak so rudely. Got it?"
"Yes! Father!" Liu Yunpeng answered crisply, but the sharp look in his eyes still betrayed his resistance.
"President Liu, I’m fine. The young master’s emotions are understandable, you just..."
"Alright, this matter ends here. I don’t want to hear anyone mention it again, now eat."
Liu Yunpeng ate his meal silently with his head down, occasionally forcing a smile to respond to Liu Fugui’s nagging words beside him.
He was feeling extremely frustrated now. Ever since the last conflict with Wang Qiang and the others, when Huang Yong stood by watching the show, he’d been dissatisfied with the latter, bottling up his anger and looking for a chance to deal with him.
Li Huiru’s disappearance undoubtedly provided a perfect opportunity for him. So he patiently lay on the bed, for once, analyzing the whole course of events carefully, formulating a detailed contingency plan to expose the conspiracy tricks he believed Huang Yong was playing.
However, he didn’t expect things to develop to such a stage, with everything he painstakingly uncovered being ruthlessly suppressed by his father without reason.
Indeed, he had no concrete evidence to prove all these were Huang Yong’s behind-the-scenes tricks, but letting Li Huiru go out without informing was an undeniable fact.
Moreover, Liu Yunpeng was convinced that given Huang Yong’s familiarity with serving his father for many years, he could not have failed to see through that the pass was forged.
Yet the simple truths that even Liu Yunpeng could see, his father Liu Fugui pretended to be oblivious to.
Liu Yunpeng couldn’t understand his father’s actions, he really couldn’t see what was so good about Huang Yong that warranted such protection from him.
And now, the wish to curb Huang Yong’s arrogance seemed to have fallen through.
Regarding Li Huiru’s life or death, Liu Yunpeng didn’t care at all, he now only hoped that she would stay safely outside and return to the Factory, so the truth could be uncovered.
If Li Huiru could be violated or assaulted, that would be even better. Liu Yunpeng believed as soon as she suffered such indignities, even if Huang Yong found excuses to claim he wasn’t involved, those people were ultimately his subordinates, no matter what, he wouldn’t be able to escape responsibility.
The meal became rather tasteless towards the end, at least for Liu Yunpeng. To escape Liu Fugui’s endless nagging in his ears, he had to speed up his eating to end this already meaningless dinner as soon as possible.
After dinner, Liu Fugui leisurely lit a cigar before getting up to leave, with Liu Yunpeng obediently accompanying him up to the third-floor office.
The corridor’s dim emergency lights cast flickering shadows on the two figures in the dark, Huang Yong quickly rushed forward to Liu Fugui, loudly asking, "Who’s there ahead?"
"It’s me! He Lei!"
"He Lei?" Huang Yong instantly frowned, glancing back at Liu Fugui, who nodded to signal him to let them pass. Then he said to Liu Yunpeng, "Yunpeng! Daddy has some matters to attend to here, you go back first, remember not to stay up too late, get some rest early."
"Yes, Dad, I’ll go now, you should also rest early!" Liu Yunpeng had been eagerly waiting for the word to leave, and as soon as he heard it, he instantly felt a sense of relief all over.
After bidding farewell to Liu Fugui, Liu Yunpeng headed back to his room, passing by He Lei and Qiao Shan. In the dim light, he recognized He Lei’s distinctive physique but had no impression of Qiao Shan standing beside him.
Wait, Liu Yunpeng suddenly realized something, looking back meaningfully at He Lei and Huang Yong’s figures.
These two seemed quite at odds with each other!
Although he didn’t care much about the company’s internal affairs, he had heard a lot from the servants about these two whom his father relied on, and their mutual disdain was well known, thus Liu Yunpeng came up with a plan to deal with Huang Yong.
That’s right, he intended to find an opportunity to talk with He Lei, to see if he could bring the latter onto his side, to jointly strive to topple this increasingly unruly fellow Huang Yong.
Even if they couldn’t topple him, they should teach him a lesson, letting him know he couldn’t act with impunity within the Factory.
While Liu Yunpeng was lost in his imagination, He Lei and Qiao Shan also entered the chairman’s office with Liu Fugui.
"Click!" A clear sound, and a delicate floor lamp lit up instantly.
In this post-apocalyptic world, being able to enjoy the light brought by a lamp at night wasn’t something everyone could manage.
This seemingly simple task in the past had become an extravagant thing in the apocalyptic world.
Even Liu Fugui was extremely frugal with the use of electricity.
Unless necessary, he generally chose to use resources like candles, which had relatively large reserves.
As for lamps, he only used them occasionally during meetings or night-time reading.
He Lei and Qiao Shan waiting outside his office only had one likely purpose, and Liu Fugui had basically guessed their intention, but as always, he pretended to be unaware and asked, "He Lei, why have you two come so late, is there something you need?"
Huang Yong timely served freshly brewed hot tea on the table, Liu Fugui slowly lifted the teacup lid, stirred the floating tea leaves a bit, sniffed the aroma, leaned back on the sofa, and quietly waited for the two to respond. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to recommend votes or monthly tickets on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)