Just then, Lin Yao suddenly noticed that Luo Jichang's expression had turned to surprise, and his eyes were no longer looking at him, but instead looking past him to the left and behind.
Luo Jimin arrived, accompanied by Lin Hongmei and a group of security guards. Lin Yao remained silent, coldly stepping aside to observe the situation. He had already made up his mind that he would not tolerate the Luo family this time.
"Jimin! Jimin, you're here! That's wonderful!" Luo Jichang was somewhat incoherent, his face beaming with joy. He rushed toward the still-closed sliding gate, his weight pressing down on the stainless steel gate with a loud thud, like an enamel basin dragging on cement—a sound that sent chills down his spine, but nothing could dampen his enthusiasm.
"Jimin." The old man spoke, causing Luo Jimin, who had been wearing a cold expression, to pause and slowly look at the old man.
"Save Huarentang. I know your family has treated you badly, but for the sake of our years of friendship, please be lenient and save Huarentang this time." The old man rarely spoke such a long sentence, which made Lin Yao, who was standing next to him, narrow his eyes and curl his lips. He thought to himself that this old man was really shameless. He only talked about friendship when he was in trouble. Before, even when his own grandson was about to die, he was unwilling to spend money to help him. Moreover, that little bit of money was nothing to them.
All eyes were on Luo Jimin. The scene was silent. The night in the suburbs was very quiet, with only the occasional whistle of passing vehicles in the distance.
Luo Jimin looked up and gazed calmly at Luo Jichang. His expression showed no anger, no connection, and no excitement. After a moment, his calm voice finally rang out, “Those who do many unrighteous deeds will surely perish. The old saying is indeed true.”
These words shocked everyone outside the pharmaceutical factory like a bolt from the blue. Luo Jichang was stunned, his mouth agape in shock. Luo Shijie, lying on the ground, forgot his pain. The old man was dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on Luo Jimin, as if he had suddenly turned into a fossil.
Is this still the same good-natured mistress who always obeyed the Luo family? This attitude, this demeanor, is completely different from her timid and unoriginal image; this is what makes her so charming. It's a pity that this charm has nothing to do with the Luo family anymore; perhaps they realized it too late.
"For over twenty years, I have dreamed that the Luo family would accept me again, and I have put in a lot of effort and hardship." Luo Jimin's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something that happened to someone else. "You like money, you like shares, I don't mind, I let you take them. I have never even asked to see Huarentang's financial statements. As long as we can raise enough money to buy medicine and treat Yao'er every year, I am satisfied. And this amount of money is nothing to Huarentang."
“I don’t know what I did wrong that you’re so determined to drive me to the brink of despair. I don’t care about myself, but you even want to kill Yao’er. That’s going too far.” Tears welled up in Luo Jimin’s eyes, shimmering under the bright lights. “Even so, I’ve never truly hated you. Yao’er has been frail since childhood and could have died at any time. His mother and I have endured so much over the years, hoping only to give him a warm home and let him live a happy life. Hongmei and I have been working hard to achieve this wish. Although his illness has been very serious, our family is happy and warm.”
“I want him to experience the warmth of a large family, and I want the Luo family to accept him.” Luo Jimin’s tears finally fell, and the light flashed and disappeared without a trace. “But you don’t even have this much pity. He will only suffer injustice in the Luo family, so I have rarely brought him back these years. I am also completely disappointed in the Luo family.”
"Second Brother, this is the last time I'll call you Second Brother." Luo Jimin's tone changed, no longer gentle, but stern. "I really didn't expect that you would dare to hire someone to harm me. Am I not your own brother? What have I done to harm your interests that you would treat me like this?"
"This time you've made a grave mistake, one that's beyond redemption. Think of how many families and healthy people across the country have been ruined by your selfish desires. Their lives may have been altered by a single thought of your greed for money, leading to misery or even death. Haven't you earned enough money? Can you afford to spend that much? A person like you deserves to die!"
The abrupt words shattered Luo Jichang's hopes. He suddenly collapsed, sitting upright on the ground, his gaze unfocused, all traces of his former high spirits gone. This time, he was dead; only this thought occupied his mind.
"Jimin, I know that the Luo family has been like this for so many years..." The old man's voice was full of pain, but Luo Jimin interrupted him.
“Dad, this is the last time I will call you Dad. You don’t need to say anything now, it’s too late.” Luo Jimin’s tone was very urgent, as if a volcano that had been holding back for millions of years was about to erupt. “The statement has been written and will be published in the newspaper tomorrow. From now on, I will no longer be a son of the Luo family. I have nothing to do with you anymore. You and Mother, take care of yourselves.”
After saying that, Luo Jimin turned and left. Lin Hongmei glanced at Luo Jichang and the old man on the ground with a look of satisfaction, then held her husband's hand and left without any regrets. The two of them stood close together, looking so harmonious and warm. Lin Yao, who was watching their backs, felt his nose tingle and his eyes welled up with tears, blurring his vision.
Ge Yong secretly made a phone call nearby, and soon two police cars arrived, with several criminal police officers getting out, leaving everyone puzzled.
"Are you Mr. Luo Jichang? Please come with us to cooperate with the investigation." A middle-aged man in a crisp police uniform politely said to Luo Jichang, who was still sitting on the ground, and showed him an arrest warrant with a red seal.
"What are you doing? My father has not broken the law. You can't arrest people without evidence." Luo Shijie, who had struggled to get over, saw the arrest warrant clearly. At this moment, he completely forgot his physical pain and shouted loudly.
"Please cooperate with our work. Since we were able to issue an arrest warrant, we must have the relevant evidence. Please stand up and come with us to the police station." The last sentence was spoken by the police to Luo Jichang.
“Officer, I think you might be mistaken. These rumors are spread by Minhong Pharmaceutical across the street. They have a grudge against our Huarentang Group. These rumors will be clarified soon. Please investigate thoroughly before taking any action.” Luo Jichang, as expected of an old fox, adapted to the situation in an instant and turned his attention to Minhong Pharmaceutical. “I will contact a lawyer tomorrow to sue Minhong Pharmaceutical. They are maliciously slandering and damaging the reputation of Huarentang Group. I request that you arrest them. I am now requesting that you monitor them to prevent the suspects from escaping.”
The middle-aged policeman stared coldly at Luo Jichang, his face full of contempt. "Mr. Luo, there's no need for this trouble. We already have evidence. There have been two cases of sudden kidney failure in Shanghai, one in Beijing, two in Jiangsu, and one in Nanjing. These patients are all consumers of beverages produced by your group. Please come back with me immediately to cooperate with the investigation."
"Ah!" Luo Jichang exclaimed in surprise. His legs, which had just gotten up and stood up, went weak again, and he collapsed to the ground. He was caught by the middle-aged policeman, and another policeman immediately stepped forward, grabbed Luo Jichang's other arm, and dragged him toward the police car.
"Dad, Dad, you've got it wrong! It's Minhong Pharmaceutical that's behind this! Don't arrest my father!" Luo Shijie shouted on the ground, dragging his broken left leg as he lunged toward the police car.
"Yao'er, let your second uncle go, and I'll grant you anything you want." The old man suddenly shouted at Lin Yao, his composure and calmness completely gone.
“Old man, my dad just said that those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. This is Luo Jichang’s own doing, and it has nothing to do with us. It’s not a question of whether I will let him go or not.” Lin Yao’s tone was very calm, as if he were chatting with a family. “The GA Bureau is not my family’s business. Luo Jichang did bad things, so of course he should be taken away for investigation. You should talk to the government about this and see if they agree to forgive the bad guy who killed someone.”
Lin Yao felt relieved. Seeing the key figures who had bullied his family for years being punished made him feel much better. "Big brother, come out with me. Let's have a late-night snack and some beer. The moonlight is especially beautiful tonight."
Ge Yong grunted in agreement, exchanged a glance with Banan beside him, handed over Lin Yao's safety to him, and walked towards the factory parking lot, thinking to himself that there was no moon tonight, so there was no beautiful moonlight; it was just that he was in a good mood.
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Chapter 120 Beating a Dog While It's Drunk
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Qiu Zuiyue remained within the Minhong Pharmaceutical Factory premises, never leaving, even using the factory's broadband network to issue press releases. He witnessed the entire scene in front of the factory gate, made a photographic gesture, and after receiving a response from Ge Yong, he used his infrared digital camera to capture the moment Luo Jichang was arrested.
This is an excellent news story: unscrupulous businessmen who disregard consumers' lives and health for exorbitant profits are punished by law. Qiu Zuiyue even had a title in mind: "The Approval of Evil." Since starting his internship at Xinhua News Agency, he has come to understand the responsibilities of a journalist and, more importantly, that Xinhua, as a news organization, must not only punish evil and promote good but also guide public opinion in a positive direction.
The infrared digital camera belonged to Qiu Zuiyue privately. His pursuit of perfection in everything led him to spend a considerable amount of money on equipment. He privately purchased a set of pinhole cameras, pinhole cameras, voice-activated automatic recording devices, and even an invisible laser device that could collect sound from a distance of 100 meters by vibrating glass. Of course, the effect of this set of equipment was not ideal; it belonged to low-end high-tech equipment. He couldn't afford the high-quality ones, which cost tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars, and could only sigh in despair.
To this end, Qiu Zuiyue poured all his savings into the project, spending all the New Year's money he had received over the years and the money he had earned from working. He even stole a case of Wuliangye liquor and a case of Moutai liquor that his father had treasured for over twenty years and sold them. Those well-preserved vintage liquors were already being sold for five to tens of thousands of yuan a bottle on the market. After buying the equipment, he was severely scolded by his scholarly father, but afterwards, his father's casual remark brought tears to his eyes: "Work hard, report more about the people, and be a responsible journalist."
The Chengdu night sky is vast and empty without starlight. The light from the brightly lit city lights tinges the night sky with a dark yellow hue. The air is fresh, and the hustle and bustle of the day has faded away, allowing the city to gradually fall into a state of tranquility.
Qiu Zuiyue's emotions didn't calm down with the night sky; instead, they grew increasingly agitated. Lin Yao's unintentional actions had given him highly confidential information: the mysterious expert team behind Minhong Pharmaceutical, which had been the subject of intense discussion among the Chinese people, was very likely Lin Yao himself!
The enormous secret left Qiu Zuiyue feeling breathless. Was this even possible? The secret organization, which had been argued by the media, the internet, and even senior figures in some medical forums to be comparable to a national-level expert team, was actually just one person, someone even younger than herself!
But if it wasn't this outcome, how could we explain that Lin Yao pondered for a long time in the afternoon before making the decision to resolve the crisis? At the time, everyone in the room thought it was a matter of course, and no one doubted Lin Yao's judgment and conclusion.
As Qiu Zuiyue got closer to the truth, a feeling of reverence arose in his heart. As someone of the same age, he could no longer feel any envy or jealousy; only reverence could truly express his feelings.
Fortunately, I never revealed my age, so I'll just keep calling him Brother Yao from now on, even if he's younger than me. Qiu Zuiyue secretly decided on his future form of address, and at the same time, he also decided on his attitude. He would not reveal anything, not inquire, observe more and speak less, cooperate with Lin Yao and Minhong Pharmaceutical to get things done, and by helping Minhong Pharmaceutical, he would be helping the vast majority of his compatriots. Only then could he live up to his father's words and the expectations placed upon them.
The information he had just received shocked him. The profit-driven head of the Huarentang Group was actually related to everyone at Minhong Pharmaceutical—their closest blood relatives! The stark contrast in their behavior and conduct left him reeling. Judging from their conversation, the head of Huarentang had done many things that wronged Lin Yao's family, even nearly causing the deaths of Lin Yao and Luo Jimin. What bloody secrets lay behind this?
Never mind that, it's all in the past. As long as I maintain an upright and impartial attitude and become a responsible journalist as my father wishes, I will have a clear conscience.
Thinking of this, Qiu Zuiyue felt relieved. He decided to go to the temporary dormitory arranged for him by the pharmaceutical factory, get a good night's sleep, and absolutely not get involved in things he shouldn't be asking about. He had already received enough benefits; he had been promoted to a full-fledged employee of Xinhua News Agency just by meeting Lin Yao, and had even received a major news report.
Lin Yao was her lucky star; Qiu Zuiyue now regarded Lin Yao as the image of a celestial deity in her heart.
Just as Qiu Zuiyue was about to undress and lie down, she was interrupted by a phone call and immediately rushed to the pharmaceutical factory's conference room because there was a new situation.
Lin Yao, who was originally planning to go out for a late-night snack, was also summoned to the conference room by his father, Luo Jimin. When Qiu Zuiyue arrived, everyone had already reached a conclusion. He didn't care about any of that, as long as he obtained valuable news information. The process was not something he should be involved in. He thought this news would be good news for the poisoned patients.