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Hong Wenjun is also a person who indulges in pleasure in private.

In addition, he was colluding with that kind of group, smoking and selling unspeakable substances, and looking at the room full of books and wealth, Zhu Baishao felt like nausea.

Hong Wenjun had long noticed the graceful light red figure at the door. His heart was burning, but his face was calm. He sat at the tea table and made tea slowly.

Well, he showed off his charm as a mature and successful man. He thought that as a powerful and pretentious uncle, he had a great appeal to some girls nowadays.

Zhu Baishao didn't show it on her face, but she sneered in her heart and pretended to be serious.

She had been the queen for decades, and the female officials who made tea for her were carefully selected. No matter the standardization of their movements or the quality of the tea, they were incomparable to Hong Wenjun.

Hong Wenjun didn't know what she was thinking, but she noticed her gaze and felt a little happy. Then she pushed a cup of steaming tea to the opposite side and gestured for Zhu Baishao to sit down.

He smiled gently and asked softly, "Although your mother entrusted you and your sister to me before she passed away, I am busy with official duties and it is not convenient for me to care for you two sisters all the time. How are you and your sister doing recently?"

Zhu Baishao was speechless, and admired his ability to lie with his eyes open, but he moved his mouth and replied: "I haven't been doing well recently... Do you know why my mother died?"

It seems that Hong Wenjun didn't know that before Zhu's mother passed away, the original person had been taking care of her.

Hong Wenjun paused, then shook his head, a look of regret on his face, and said: "Your mother and I had already broken up at that time, so I wasn't very clear... It was also difficult for you and your sister, losing your elders at such a young age..."

Zhu Baishao looked up at Hong Wenjun who was still pretending, smiled softly, and asked, "I heard that mom was tricked into taking that stuff, and she collapsed during withdrawal and committed suicide."

"Do you know who tricked her into smoking that stuff?"

Hong Wenjun paused while blowing the tea in the cup, feeling somewhat doubtful and confused. Could it be that she knew that he was the one who did it?

Zhu's mother had been with him for so many years, so it was inevitable that she knew some of his confidential information. As for her, he would naturally drag her into the water if possible, or arrange for her to die unexpectedly if he couldn't.

Who knew that after she had smoked that kind of stuff and was dragged into it, she would go and quit!

Fortunately, she collapsed and committed suicide, which saved him from wasting any more effort.

"What do you mean? Do you have evidence? Or do you have a suspect?" Hong Wenjun took a sip of tea and lowered his eyelids to block the dark color that was surging in his eyes.

Zhu Baishao lowered her eyes and chuckled, then said bluntly, "How come I heard that you deceived Mom?"

She deliberately lowered her voice, making it a little hoarse and revealing some indescribable meaning.

Hong Wenjun's originally calm expression faltered slightly. He looked up at the stunning woman in front of him expressionlessly, and the teacup that was already at his lips also paused.

"You know everything? Then what are you here for?"

Hong Wenjun narrowed his eyes slightly and began to look at Zhu Baishao in front of him again, no longer seeing her as just a simple peerless beauty.

Zhu Baishao finally picked up the teacup in front of her. Wow, it’s an antique.

She poured the tea in a horizontal line on the ground and said to Hong Wenjun who was staring at her: "I think..."

……

On the other side, Aunt An drove to Zhu Baizhi School and found her counselor. The counselor asked her monitor and found out that she didn't come to class at all today and could not be contacted.

Now Aunt An was really worried.

Although she didn't like Zhu Baizhi's self-righteous character, she was also Sister Zhu's daughter and Shaoshao's younger sister. She was also a girl she had watched grow up. How could she not watch anything happen to her?

Aunt An called Zhu Baizhi several more times, but still no one answered. When she was about to go to the police station to report the case, she heard a conversation between several students under a big tree on the roadside.

"Fuck! Look!"

"What what what?! What are you looking at?!"

"Hurry up and check out Feiyu Live! Someone is jumping off a building live!"

"What?! Holy shit! Isn't this the director of the Commerce Bureau of Guangcheng?! I met him the last time my dad took me to a banquet!"

……

The students over there were making threats, but Auntie An's body froze when she heard the words "Director of the Commerce Bureau". Wasn't that the scumbag Hong Wenjun? !

He had an appointment with Shaoshao today. What happened?! Could it be that Shaoshao had already passed away?! Why would someone want to jump off a building?!

Aunt An hurriedly took out her cell phone and downloaded a Feiyu live broadcast app. By the time she clicked on it, a few minutes had passed and the live broadcast room had reached hundreds of thousands of views.

Hong Wenjun climbed up the low wall at the edge of the roof of Ditian Building, picked up the mobile phone that he had just placed next to him, and aimed it at the small fulcrum under his feet.

The live camera also captured the endless stream of tiny vehicles on the road below.

Hong Wenjun pointed the camera at himself and said with a smile: "Some people may not know me, let me introduce myself. My name is Hong Wenjun, and I am currently the director of the Guangcheng Commerce Bureau... During my tenure, I received a total of 5 million in bribes..."

"Not only that, I also like to force girls into prostitution. A total of 756 women were molested, including 274 underage girls, and more than 100 people committed suicide while playing with them..."

"I cooperated with the drug lords in the Golden Triangle and sold goods in Guangcheng. The profits were extremely high... The Ditian Building under my feet is my lair. You don't know that the Ditian Building actually has 23 floors, and the negative fifth floor is my lair..."

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As his self-narration became more and more outrageous, more and more people began to pay attention to the live broadcast room, including people from the police station, the provincial party committee, the anti-corruption bureau and other departments. The live broadcast platform wanted to close the live broadcast room as it became more and more popular, but was told by those above that it was not allowed to do so and that he should finish speaking.

At the same time, personnel from all parties were mobilized and headed towards Ditian Building.

As time passed, Hong Wenjun enumerated his crimes in detail and did not forget to implicate some of the people who were in cahoots with him.

His men wanted to come over to stop him, but the small door on the roof was locked by him. They couldn't break it open for a while, and shouting was useless.

15 minutes passed.

Hong Wenjun woke up suddenly. He looked at the phone in his hand, the dense barrage of comments and the missed calls. Thinking back to what he had just done, he became panicked and speechless, not knowing how to speak.

"nausea!"

"Scumbag!"

"Why do not you go to hell!"

There were many comments like this. Hong Wenjun knew that it was the end of him, not only himself, but also the Hong family...

His mind was in a trance, his feet trembled, and his body, which had been surrounded by alcohol and sex for many years, suddenly tilted to one side. He opened his eyes wide, let out an unwilling roar, and then fell from the edge of the roof.

Below, his son had just happily carried the new goods out of the Ditian Building when he heard the sound of breaking wind.