DF Chapter 87
by VolareSheng Jia and Meng Yeran agreed to meet at the Qiyuan racetrack. Meng Yeran hadn’t left this place for the past few days and was temporarily unable to leave, so Sheng Jia had to come in person to see her.
The road twisted and turned, and Sheng Jia didn’t call a driver, driving uphill herself. She drove with stops and starts and finally reached the racetrack after half an hour.
Sheng Jia got her driver’s license in her freshman year. Since then, Song Ningqiu and Fu Minglang had given her many cars of different types and for different uses. However, this time Sheng Jia casually drove a Mercedes-Benz, which was more than capable of climbing this kind of mountain road.
There weren’t many people at the racetrack during the day, which made it even more obvious for Sheng Jia to see several police officers walking out of the building from a distance. Meng Yeran was behind them, sending them off to their cars.
Coincidentally, Sheng Jia got out of her car, and Liu Qing from the police team spotted her at a glance. “Hey? Sheng Jia?”
Hearing this, Sheng Jia stopped and walked over to shake hands with Liu Qing.
“Long time no see, Captain Liu,” Sheng Jia greeted. “Are you here to handle a case?”
Meng Yeran, standing behind Liu Qing, nodded solemnly to her as a hint.
Liu Qing was indeed here to handle a case, so she just greeted Sheng Jia, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time, and left. Back then, after Sheng Jia was taken back by the Song family, it was Liu Qing who handled Wang Jian’s case.
Both Sheng Jia and Song Ji’an were children she admired very much, but the things that happened between them still made her sigh for a long time.
After seeing off Liu Qing and her team, Meng Yeran lazily returned to her lounge and threw herself onto the soft sofa. She rubbed her forehead with a headache and groaned, “So annoying, so annoying. I want to put up a sign at the racetrack from now on that men and male creatures are not allowed in.”
“What’s wrong?” Sheng Jia tossed the film project book jointly invested by the Song and Meng families this year onto her desk and said in a low voice, “The bidding for the second installment of the movie your family mentioned last time has all ended. My mom has already agreed to lend you some of the special effects and heavy industrial models for free.”
Hearing this, Meng Yeran bounced up from the sofa and held the project book. “Thank you for speaking up for me.”
This project was given to Meng Yeran by the Old Madam Meng to practice with. It was a script that was basically guaranteed to be a hit as long as there were no mistakes. However, Meng Yeran felt that this wasn’t enough. She had to do this even better. If she just maintained the normal level, her old lady would most likely be unhappy, because a project like this could be done well even if a pig were in Meng Yeran’s position.
Therefore, Meng Yeran specifically invited Dong Zhen to join as an editor. In recent years, Dong Zhen had retreated behind the scenes and had become one of the major capitals behind the entertainment circle from an ordinary young celebrity writer. Several directors she had invested in had made very good achievements, making her own worth dozens of times higher.
Not to mention the price she paid to invite Dong Zhen, but Dong Zhen made some more brilliant modifications to the script. This part of the modification required allocating more funds for special effects and heavy industrial models. Meng Yeran’s funds weren’t exactly tight, but wasn’t there a ready-made Sheng Jia who could help her?
In recent years, the new armored vehicles developed by Song’s Heavy Industry were almost catching up with the mechas in science fiction movies, not to mention other mechanical equipment. Just putting them there would make a scene without the need for special effects.
However, Sheng Jia was a stingy person, and no one could get any benefits from her hands. Meng Yeran agreed to Sheng Jia’s investment of 30% into the movie to become the second shareholder of the movie studio before she agreed to this matter.
However, Meng Yeran believed that the future profits would definitely be more than this concession, and Sheng Jia’s investment did relieve some of her predicament of not being able to turn over cash. Now, holding this contract, the slight frown on her brow relaxed a little, and she mentioned the matter of Liu Qing and the others coming over just now.
“You don’t even know, the day before yesterday, just the day before yesterday, several rich second generations from Jingjiang came to my sister’s place and insisted on showing off their power here without listening to people. Both of them were not good people, and I guess they had old grudges before. After they got on the road, they actually squeezed each other’s track in the ring channel.”
There were no guardrails on both sides of the ring track, but a lawn with a slope angle of nearly fifty degrees. In this case, squeezing the other party’s track was basically equivalent to forcing the other party to death.
The staff and racers on the scene were chasing after them in their cars, but they couldn’t catch up with their death wish. In the end, one of them was maliciously hit by the other party and rolled down from the lawn, almost destroying the car and killing the person.
After the police came, Meng Yeran’s sister immediately went to the police station to let Meng Yeran take charge of the overall situation.
The reason for building the racetrack was to avoid not finding the source of responsibility for this kind of thing, so there were cameras all over the mountains and fields. The entire process of the two sides’ fighting was filmed. Although the racetrack must also bear some responsibility, it was obvious that the party that was safe and sound had to bear most of the responsibility for the accident.
The two families were barely considered to have some face in Jingjiang. One family’s son was in critical condition, with 60% burns and two broken legs, and the other family’s son might face imprisonment. They were arguing endlessly, and Meng Yeran’s sister had to run to the police station every day to cooperate with the investigation, which was really a bit of a headache.
Liu Qing and her team came here today to do another investigation to facilitate the final determination of responsibility.
However, Meng Yeran was still exhausted by the troublesome things during this period. She had firmly and resentfully decided not to recruit male employees or receive male guests in the future. There was no way, their predecessors had narrowed the road, leaving Meng Yeran with too bad of an impression.
The racetrack was originally filled with speed and passion, and it was easy to get emotional. She needed to choose more emotionally stable guests to avoid two such things happening at every turn in the future, which they couldn’t handle.
Meng Yeran could imagine that if this matter was passed on to the ears of the Old Madam Meng, they would be scolded miserably.
In recent years, Meng Yeran’s pressure had been increasing, and the Old Madam Meng’s demands on her had been constantly increasing, making her feel like she was about to explode with a little spark.
But now the matter was almost resolved. Which racetrack hadn’t had an accident?
Meng Yeran put the contract into her bag, and her mood visibly improved a lot.
She took a glass of juice from the refrigerator and handed it to Sheng Jia. “Want some?”
Sheng Jia refused her juice. In recent years, she rarely drank beverages and wasn’t used to sweetness.
Meng Yeran didn’t force it. She just drank the juice in her cup and poured herself a glass of wine, then asked, “How many more days are you staying in Jingjiang?”
“Ten days or so,” Sheng Jia replied.
“Ten days or so?” Meng Yeran became curious. “What’s the matter with your return this time?”
Sheng Jia said, “Wang Jian committed suicide in the mental hospital.”
Meng Yeran was surprised. “When did that happen?”
Sheng Jia smiled. “Just a few days ago.”
This was indeed something worth celebrating.
Five years ago, when Wang Jian was supposed to be released from prison, he was exposed for buying and selling children and maliciously swapping other people’s babies. In addition, Meng Huaiying testified in court, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment for several crimes combined.
Subsequently, he wanted to apply for parole on the grounds of both mental and physical illnesses. Neither Song Ningqiu nor Sheng Jia stopped his application and even pushed it, accelerating his approval.
Finally, he was transferred to a mental hospital for treatment.
The high walls of the prison could protect him from being punished within the scope of the law. Once he left the high walls and entered the prison they had carefully prepared, that was the beginning of the nightmare.
For the past five years, he had been electrocuted every week. Most of the time, he was tied to the bed because the doctor determined that he was overly excited and could not leave the only three-square-meter ward. Most of the people around him were even more insane patients.
In fact, in the second year, he was already struggling to endure the mental torture and wanted to choose to commit suicide by swallowing sleeping pills, but he was discovered in time and saved. Until this year, it was already his fifth suicide.
This time he chose to jump off the building, jumping from the fifteenth floor of the mental hospital, but he didn’t immediately get rid of it. His hands and feet were shattered, and his chest cavity was broken. The responsible doctors and nurses rescued him all day, but he still took his last breath in the ICU three days later.
Then came the notification of the family. Sheng Jia intercepted the notifications to Sheng Huaiying and Song Ji’an, and also intercepted the team from the Wang family who came to report the funeral to Sheng Huaiying.
In fact, Sheng Huaiying was living very well now, with money and leisure. Although she could completely buy a better house, she still chose to live in their old house and went to work in the factory every day. She played cards with the Xiyanghong old lady downstairs when she had nothing to do and went out for shopping. The days were extremely easy.
Whether she knew about Wang Jian’s death or not didn’t matter at all. Sheng Jia would rather wait until Wang Jian’s funeral was over before telling Sheng Huaiying in one breath, letting her listen to it as an insignificant anecdote and let it go, so as not to get angry now that she knew that the Wang family still wanted to stick to her.
However, Sheng Jia was a little curious about whether Song Ji’an would know about this matter under her information blockade.
Sheng Jia had been looking for Song Ji’an’s whereabouts in Jingjiang for almost five days, but it was still like looking for a needle in a haystack, without any news.
But Sheng Jia could be sure that she was in Jingjiang.
Song Ji’an wouldn’t be too far away from Sheng Huaiying. According to her character, she would probably be by Sheng Huaiying’s side, at least she would be able to go home and see her often. This was also consistent with the occasional words mentioned in the conversations between Sheng Huaiying and Sheng Jia.
Sheng Jia wasn’t lost in her thoughts for too long before she was interrupted by a phone ring.
Meng Yeran, who had returned to the sofa, glanced at her screen and couldn’t help covering her face when she saw the number on it.
“Why is there another phone call? Is it necessary to call every day for such a thing?”
That being said, she still had to answer it.
But Meng Yeran’s expression visibly became serious from the initial nonchalance.
By the time the phone call ended, there were already two deep wrinkles between her brows. Even Sheng Jia couldn’t pretend not to see it and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Meng Yeran sighed. “The person is gone.”
“The one with the burns in the intensive care unit just died. His parents are starting to make trouble. I have to go over there. My sister can’t hold them down.”
Saying that, she picked up her clothes and was about to walk out.
Seeing this, Sheng Jia stopped her and reminded, “You just drank.”
Meng Yeran was a little annoyed, then picked up the car key that Sheng Jia had placed on the table and handed it over. “Anyway, you still have to go down the mountain, just drop me off on the way. It’ll take at least half an hour for my driver to get here.”
Sheng Jia didn’t refuse. After the two got into the car, they quickly drove to the hospital. Sheng Jia didn’t plan to go up. After dropping off Meng Yeran, she prepared to leave.
When Meng Yeran’s back disappeared, a horn sounded behind her. The entrance road of the city hospital was a bit crowded. Obviously, she was blocking the route of the car behind her. Sheng Jia drove the car forward a few meters and saw the slogans on the car behind her through the rearview mirror.
On the left was:
–Professional team, neat appearance, strict norms, safe and efficient, we care, the deceased can rest assured.
On the right was:
–Pre-planning, thoughtful arrangements, respect for life, deep remembrance, people-oriented, love-oriented.
And on the front of the car, there were clearly written a few words–Jingjiang City Wangfen Funeral Home.
The black car, which was also painted with crayon drawings, quickly brushed past Sheng Jia.
The funeral car drove all the way to the hospital’s morgue. The woman sitting in the driver’s seat looked back at the car that had just left and said enviously, “I wonder when I’ll be able to drive a Mercedes-Benz. The appearance is too beautiful.”
After saying that, she turned her head to look at the person in the passenger seat who was sleeping soundly, and a trace of helplessness flashed across her face. But seeing that she was getting closer and closer to her destination, she still took the small blanket covering her face off ahead of time and complained, “Song Ji’an, how many all-nighters did you work again to be so tired? Do you really think you’re made of iron?”