[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 108

Seeing that it was not difficult for Li Rong and Cen Wei to communicate, He Dayong was temporarily relieved.

"Go to my office."

He turned around and walked out first, the leather soles stepping on the dry floor, making a sound like duct tape ripping.

Li Rong did not hesitate at all, and followed directly.

Yu Fuyan couldn't help but raised his arm, but stopped halfway without embarrassment, he whispered, "Team... Captain? Brother Li?"

Cen Wei glanced at him and warned: "In Wait for us outside, don't report to Team Leader Han for now."

Yu Fuyan immediately closed his lips and nodded stiffly.

He doesn't know what to do now except obey orders.

In fact, he felt that this matter was quite a big deal, and he should report it to Team Leader Han immediately, and then start a review of Meijiang Pharmaceutical.

But the evidence was discovered by Li Rong. If Li Rong really wanted to exchange something with He Dayong, he...he didn't stand in the way.

Geng An patted him on the shoulder and whispered: "Don't think too much, trust the captain and Li Rong."

Yu Fuyan smiled: "How could I not trust them."

Li Rong followed He Dayong back to the top floor. office.

Apart from him and Cen Wei this time, not even He Dayong's secretary could come in.

Coming to this place again, everyone's mood is completely different.

He Dayong lost his high-spirited and confident momentum, and obviously filled a lot of worries between his brows.

The air-conditioning wind in the room finally dried the sweat on his neck and temples. He patted his neck uncomfortably. He glanced down at the tea on the desk. He was about to pick it up and take a sip, but he remembered that this tea was praised by Li Rong just now, and suddenly can't drink anymore.

He Dayong had no choice but to take out a tissue irritably, wipe the sweat on his neck, then heaved a sigh of relief, turned his face, and said lukewarmly, "I really underestimate the two of you, I didn't expect you to come prepared. ."

Cen Wei said lightly, "If Mr. He abides by the law and is impeccable, we will come in vain."

Li Rong has been cradling his arms, slightly raised his neck, and looked at the ink painting behind He Dayong.

He didn't want to get involved in the talk of the matter, and it would be more appropriate for Cen Wei to talk about routine sawing.

He Dayong slowly shook his head: "Captain Cen, you grew up in the third district, and you should know that no company is completely clean, just like people can never draw a perfect circle, and you can't find a perfect conscience. You know all about it, so why ask me on the terms of a saint?"

Cen Wei sneered: "As long as there is no investigation, I will acquiesce to my conscience. The medical industry is a business where people's lives depend on the sky, but it's too embarrassing to say that you have no conscience, and you don't deserve it."

Li Rong didn't blink his eyes, and carefully studied the brush strokes on the painting. His fingers tapped his elbows rhythmically, as if he was not in He Dayong's office, but visiting a museum.

He Dayong seemed to be irritated by Cen Wei's words. His fat-filled neck quickly turned red, his cheeks tensed and bulged, he pointed his fingers hard at the ground, and emphasized in a deep voice: "The Qingrui I do is a good medicine. It is a medicine that can cure diseases! It is a medicine that has saved countless people! Even if I exploited loopholes to smuggle generic drugs, I also saved countless people! But if I hadnt survived the fine, there would be no Meijiang Pharmaceuticals, nor would Meijiang Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. The people I help, the people I save, can my conscience save me!" He Dayong took a deep breath after finishing this long series of words. Hands propped up on the tan solid wood desk.