After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

Two cars were speeding on the winding mountain road.

Wen Jin held the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the mountain road ahead, and what flashed through his mind were the words Shen Xunzhou said when they had dinner nearby last time.

"They're all dead."

"Everyone who hurt you is dead"

"I am Shen Xunzhou. I have always been like this and have never changed."

"Shen Xunzhou killed all those who indirectly killed you."

boom----

When Li Hui was distracted, Wen Jin's car caught up with him from behind and hit him on the butt.

The extremely fast speed and strong impact force caused the two cars to exchange positions while skidding.

"Can this still happen?"

"Isn't this a violation?"

Zhou Shan sat next to Shen Xunzhou, propped up his head and looked at the screen, pulled his lips and smiled faintly: "Did they talk about the rules?"

"Don't you all know the rules of the racetrack?"

"Do you understand?" Zhou Shan glanced back at the people and said, "If you understand, tell me about it."

Tell me?

Although the man was not convinced, he did not dare to offend the big Buddha next to Zhou Shan.

After more than two months of planning, the West City Development Zone has started construction. From the moment the construction team struck the first blow, the project has been the focus of everyone's attention.

Shen Xunzhou made his mark in the Nanyang Shopping Mall.

The media described it as a rising star with a promising future.

Everyone in Nanyang knows the Shen family’s location in Nanyang.

And Shen Xunzhou is like a prince.

So what if the woman he favors breaks the rules?

Do you dare to say a word?

Just give money!

Two cars arrived at the racetrack one after the other. Li Hui threw away his helmet, opened the car door and got out, then grabbed Wen Jin who had just gotten out of the car.

"Are you crazy? Are you going to die?"

Wen Jin glanced at the wrist that fell on his arm and asked calmly: "Did I win?"

"Winning is enough," she handed the helmet to Li Hui, "Remember what you said, find someone to come to my company tomorrow to pick up the things."

"You're not going up?"

"I'm not going up." Shen Xunzhou came and she didn't want to see him.

"Someone from higher up has started a gambling game, why don't you go and collect the money?" Li Hui reminded in a kind voice.

Wen Jin paused and glanced sideways at Li Hui. The lights at the racetrack were as bright as day. The bright lights fell on Wen Jin, making her shadow long and thin.

It seems like it will disappear with a breeze.

"I am short of money, but I won't take money from just anyone."

"So," Li Hui whistled, "Is it an honor for me to be targeted by you?"

"That's what it means."

...........

"Where is Sister Jin?"

As soon as Li Hui came up, Shi Jinghong pulled him aside and asked in a low voice.

"gone."

"It's over! Xun Zhou is here."

Li Hui:......... "No wonder you want to leave!"

"That girl has grown up recently, and she is as smart as a thousand-year-old demon."

Shi Jinghong patted his head and thought, it’s all over.

He borrowed Wen Jin's reputation and finally managed to get Shen Xunzhou to support him, but in the end he left.

Li Hui saw through Shi Jinghong's heart at a glance, and he sighed, taking off his clothes while saying sarcastically: "Someone once said that it is a good thing for people to have desires, but putting your desires on others is the beginning of disaster."

"I'm leaving first," Li Hui patted Shi Jinghong on the shoulder.

"where to?"

"Go sell the car and give the money to your sister Jin."

"Sister Jin, you keep calling me sister. You are the most ruthless when it comes to fooling people."

Shi Jinghong:...........

In Wen Jin's words, none of the people around Shen Xunzhou are good people.

He forgets his principles when he sees profit and is only interested in profit.

In mid-July, Wen Jin almost lived in the company. She was familiar with the equipment in the factory workshop and had purchased several large equipment, intending to transform the company's equipment business and focus on medical consumables.

Fang Ping came in with a tablet and handed it to her: "It's been half a month since President Li took away the last batch of consumables. If you need anything, I should contact you soon."

"Yeah," Wen Jin looked at the time and it was almost time.

"What about the other hospitals?"

"The sales staff have gone out to do business, and the other party has long-term partners, so it is unlikely that they will be replaced temporarily."

Wen Jin picked up the cooled iced Americano on the table and took a sip. It made her feel bitter. "Now that the money is in place, anything is possible. Let them work hard."

"Spread the word that the company's profits are not good and that we are going to lay off employees, starting with the sales department."

Fang Ping was startled: "Really?"

"That's up to them," Wen Jin curled his lips coldly.

She is not Wen Qiyun. She is a group of old people who are just waiting to die in the company under the name of backbones, and have become parasites one by one.

Fang Ping hesitated for a moment, "But the company has already laid off employees once before."

"The ones who were fired were all insignificant people, right?"

Fang Ping lowered his head and sighed: "Your father is too kind."

"You also said that it was my father who was kind, not me."

"Has Xiao Jin been chosen?" Fang Ping asked tentatively.

Wen Jin shook his head: "No, just a warning."

He understood, nodded, said he was busy and left.

"Who do you want to deal with?" Lin Xiao closed the door and came in to ask as Fang Ping left.

"You'll know then."

"This Fang Ping's reputation in the company is on par with your father's. Most of the policies your father put in place were persuaded by him. The company's employees trust him even more than you and your father. Isn't that strange?"

Wen Jin fiddled with the pen in his hand, his tone cold: "Trust! It's better to break it."

She leaned over to turn on the computer, and was just about to pull out a chair and sit down when the cell phone on the desk rang.

The words "Li Hui" were jumping on it.

"Who?"

"Li Hui."

"I'll go out first," Lin Xiao was very sensible.

"Mr. Li," Wen Jin answered the phone and politely addressed him as Mr. Li.

Over there, Li Hui sat on the sofa in Shen Xunzhou's office with his legs crossed, slumped like a toad basking in the sun: "Wen Jin, what should I call you now? President Wen? Or Little President Wen?"

"Boss Li can shout whatever he wants."

Li Hui glanced at Shen Xunzhou who was sitting in the first seat on the side: "Boss Wen is quite humble."

"I have to ask for help. I have no choice. How are the things that Mr. Li brought back last time being used?"

Consumables?

To be honest, it’s not bad. If Wen Qiyun had developed the medical supplies business from the beginning, it might have become bigger and stronger long ago.

What a pity, so many years have passed.

"If you don't use it properly, President Wen won't be able to answer my call."

"Meet up and talk in detail?"

"As long as Mr. Li doesn't kill me, I'll be there for you any time."

Li Hui's mind flashed back to the time when he hit her with his car, and he suddenly laughed: "I hit Wen Jin, never President Wen."