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Chapter seven hundred and thirteenth accident

o,. "I'm not an executioner. Is it wrong to avenge my mother?" Zhao Rong asked back, his emotions getting more and more excited.

"That's right, but your mother's revenge has been avenged. Zhao Sihai is dead, and even his wife and children are dead. What else do you want to do? You have to make a fuss and everyone is dead before you can be happy?" I felt that although Zhao Rong's emotions became more and more excited, her heart began to relax.

In fact, if she could call me, it was probably because Zheng Guo’s death had an impact on her psychology and even shook her idea of ​​revenge.

"Don't think I'm a fool," said Zhao Rong.

"No one can change the facts. Your mother was killed by Zhao Sihai, and your father Zhou Zhiguo has already made the Zhao family pay the price." I said firmly.

"You didn't lie to me?" Zhao Rong asked.

"No." I said.

"Don't believe it." Zhao Rong said, but her tone was no longer very confident. In fact, everyone is the same. Sometimes the real situation is cruel. Once you know the truth, it is difficult to accept it. Deep down, you would rather believe a lie, so that your sadness will be minimized.

Woo woo...

A little leaned over, Zhao Rong's low crying sound came from the other end of the phone, and her spirit and mentality finally collapsed.

"Hey, Zhao Rong, what's wrong with you?" My voice became gentler and I asked her carefully.

"Wuwu... Did I really kill Zheng Guo?" She asked a few seconds later.

"It's not entirely your fault. Zheng Guo was also a beneficiary of the 601 Military Factory back then. He was a small technician back then. Now he can take the position of district party secretary. Only he knows what is the matter." I comforted Zhao Rong.

"But he died because of me, wuwu..." Zhao Rong cried harder and harder. It seemed that Zheng Guo's death really caused some changes in her heart, so she called me.

"Stop crying, it's not your fault." I said.

Woo...

Unfortunately, Zhao Rong couldn't stop crying at all. She kept crying. I quietly held my cell phone and thought quickly in my heart. How to persuade her to return to China after she vented her emotions?

"Woo... Wang Hao, what do you think I will do now?" About a minute later, Zhao Rong suddenly asked me.

When I heard her ask, my heart suddenly fell down. As for what it means that Zhao Rong had already given up on revenge because of Zheng Guo's death, it was normal. After all, she was still a girl in her twenties. Just her phone number, a domestic secretary of the district and member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee inexplicably jumped off the building and committed suicide. How could she not be afraid?

"Where are you now?" I took a deep breath, calmed myself down, and asked Zhao Rong.

"America." she said.

"Is anyone following you?" I asked.

"I went home yesterday and looked around. There were people monitoring me, so I didn't dare to get close." Zhao Rong said: "Also, I have no money on me."

"No money anymore? Isn't your mom very rich?" I said.

"Her money is in the bank, and it takes a very troublesome task to inherit it in my name. I dare not go to a lawyer for handling it, for fear that someone is interested will find out my whereabouts. In the past few days, I have not eaten well and sleep well. I always feel that someone is staring at me. I am about to collapse, wuwu..." Zhao Rong started crying again as she said.

"Okay, stop crying, you hide first. I'll discuss with your dad and help you return home as soon as possible, but your American identity can no longer be used." I reminded Zhao Rong.

"I know." Zhao Rong said.

Then I chatted with Zhao Rong for more than ten minutes, basically comforting her, and constantly brainwashing her, making her believe that Zhao Sihai was the real murderer who killed Ouyang Xue, and that Zhao Sihai was dead, and her mother's revenge was also avenged, so that she would not have any psychological burden.

After talking to Zhao Rong, I took a look at my watch. It was already past nine o'clock in the morning. I fell a little bit and immediately called Zhou Zhiguo's cell phone. The ringtone rang five times, and Zhou Zhiguo's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Wang Hao."

"Vice Governor Zhou, is it convenient for you to speak now?" I asked.

"Wait a minute." Zhou Zhiguo said. After about ten seconds, I vaguely heard the sound of closing the door. I guess he closed the office door: "Wang Hao, is there any news about Yixue?" Zhou Zhiguo asked in a low voice, his tone was quite anxious.

"Well, I just finished talking to her. Zheng Guo's affairs were really related to her. Fortunately, her whereabouts in the United States were not discovered, but there were a large number of strangers near the farm where she lived." I briefly reported Zhao Rong's affairs to Zhou Zhiguo, and finally asked him: "Vice Governor Zhou, Yixue has spent all the money on now, and she dare not inherit Ouyang Xue's inheritance, for fear that others will find her whereabouts. What should you do now?"

"Let her return to China immediately and live as Zhou Yixue." Zhou Zhiguo said.

"Vice Governor Zhou, Yixue went out with her former American identity. She didn't even have a Chinese passport. If she returned to China with the American identity, she might be discovered. In that case, it might be troublesome." I said.
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