The green camphor tree has a deep view

After sipping tea, Lao Ge picked up his phone, handed it to Song Jingshen, and asked, "Are you really interested in this girl?"

Song Jingshen hummed softly, took the phone and swiped the screen, looking at the face like a little white flower, he felt that he missed her even more - he had wanted to bring her along tonight, and wanted to give her a gift in a few days, as her birthday is next month.

"You just said she looked familiar. Have you seen her?" He collected his thoughts, turned off the black screen of his cell phone and put it back on the table.

"That was many years ago!" Old Ge recalled the past and asked, "Is her last name Wen?"

Seeing Song Jingshen's expression startled, Lao Ge knew that he was right. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, shook his head, and said slowly: "Are you going to play with her, or do you really want to marry her?"

Before Song Jingshen could speak, he was interrupted by Lao Ge's next words.

"You can have some fun, but forget about marrying her." Old Ge said as he took off his reading glasses, looking a little tired.

"Why?" Song Jingshen's face was gloomy, "She has a man in Beicheng?"

Originally, he was only attracted to Wen Qing because of her beauty, but after several interactions, especially the afternoon after the funeral, she stayed at the cost of leaving him, but he let her go.

From then on he knew that he wanted more than just physical intimacy with her, but had more and longer-term intentions.

After hearing what Lao Ge said, Song Jingshen felt a little panicked - could it be that Wen Qing already has someone in her heart?

"That's not the case." Old Ge smiled at him, "She has had admirers since she was young, but she is always focused on studying and has good grades, so she probably doesn't like the boys in North City."

"Then why can't I marry her?" Hearing him say this, Song Jingshen felt relieved. Realizing his previous gaffe, he smiled faintly.

"Her father's name was Wen Liang. He was an employee of our fourth factory. He died in a fire."

Old Ge sighed and said, "The dead are the greatest. In order to protect his reputation, the factory said that he died in the line of duty while rescuing supplies, and also compensated him with a lot of pension. I was the deputy director of the fourth factory in charge of personnel at that time. I handled all these things personally, so naturally I met his daughter, the girl on your phone."

Song Jingshen said nothing, but stared at Lao Ge, waiting for him to continue.

"But the actual situation was not as bright and upright as the outside world saw. Her father died in the factory director's office from suffocation. When we found his body, he was holding a miniature camera in his hand, with scattered documents beside him."

"What?" Song Jingshen was shocked and asked, "He is a commercial spy?"

"At that time, the Fourth Factory was about to undergo restructuring, and many manufacturers from the south came to negotiate with the factory director in order to acquire shares in the Fourth Factory. They proposed a variety of conditions, many of which were benefits for the factory director. The document captured by Wen Liang's camera was the confidential document on the details of the negotiation that was in the drawer of the factory director's desk at the time." At this point, Lao Ge glanced at Song Jingshen and asked, "Are you sure you want to continue listening?"

"You say." Song Jingshen stopped all movements, stared at him intently, and listened.

Old Ge paused, put down his teacup, and looked at him seriously: "Among those manufacturers back then, the most powerful one was none other than your father, Song Weiming. Besides him, there was another one, Gu Zhenbang. Judging from the documents taken by Wen Liang, he should be working for one of these two people."

Song Weiming looked gloomy: "What does this have to do with Wen Qing?"

Old Ge did not answer this question, but continued to talk about Wen Liang's story: "Considering that this matter involves too many people and it is a critical time for the restructuring negotiations, we did not make the camera matter public. We just handled the funeral of Wen Liang as if he died in the line of duty."

He paused, took a sip of tea, looked at Song Jingshen opposite him, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that soon after Wen Liang's death, Song Weiming withdrew from the negotiations for equity investment. Gu Zhenbang quickly gained the upper hand and became a veteran shareholder of Factory 4. Later, rumors gradually spread in the factory that Wen Liang was killed by Song Weiming. In order to keep things quiet, Song Weiming took the initiative to withdraw from the competition."

"At first, the factory didn't take these rumors seriously. Later, when Song Weiming left Beicheng, he took Wen Liang's sister-in-law Zhou Wen with him. The factory director suddenly realized and suspected that Wen Liang had been in contact with Song Weiming." Old Ge shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, it was too late. The evidence had been lost, and no one in Wen Liang's family investigated, so the case was kept secret."

The box fell into deathly silence. The food on the table was getting cold, but no one was in the mood to eat.

"Does Wen Qing know about these things?" After a long time, Song Jingshen found his voice and asked.

"People in the factory have always treated her like a child." Old Ge sighed and rubbed his eyes. "It has been less than two years since Wen Liang died, and his wife followed him. Her family is old and young, and no one is gossiping about them anymore. So, she probably doesn't know. However, she is sensitive and smart, so she should have realized something, and she is particularly strong-willed when it comes to money."

Old Ge raised his eyes, his cloudy eyes full of memories of the past: "After she was admitted to F University, the factory awarded her a scholarship. She took out the money, wrapped it in an envelope, and returned it to the factory director's office intact."

"It's something she can do." Song Jingshen smiled, "She's not greedy for money."

"She told the factory director that if her father were still alive, he wouldn't want her to accept the money. She's an adult now and can support herself. She shouldn't cause any more trouble for the factory. But her way of supporting herself is really a bit..."

"What's wrong?" Song Jingshen asked.

"In the summer after the college entrance examination, she took a lot of tutoring jobs and taught almost every day. She had good scores in the college entrance examination and was pretty, so many boys from wealthy families competed to pay high tuition fees to have tutoring with her. These boys came to her house like a revolving lantern, and after a long time, a lot of gossip spread."

"What's been spread?" Song Jingshen asked, "That she's promiscuous?"

"It's not that bad." Old Ge laughed and said awkwardly, "Most people just said she was pretending to be noble and immoral. Many people also said that she applied to F University with such good grades because she wanted to go to Jiangcheng to find her mistress aunt and continue to be a mistress for rich men."

"Nonsense." Song Jingshen held the teacup, his fingertips pale, "Can those people just not stand her doing well?"

"She looked like Zhou Wen since she was a child, so Zhou Wen's affairs will inevitably affect her. However, her bad reputation in North City is not a big deal. What's more important is that her father's death may involve Song Weiming." Ge Zhaomin leaned back in the high-backed chair, as if he was a little tired. "If the truth is revealed, this girl may hate the Song family and then be bad for you. As a friend and an ally in interest, I don't want to see you marry such a troublesome woman."