mesbooks Chapter 299 You are like my best brother
Chapter 299 You are like my best brother
Song Shijie stared at Song Wenxuan's crying face, and the originally warm and soft place in his heart seemed to be overturned, with all kinds of emotions coming one after another.
Memories of the past flooded into his mind like a tide. They were once like close friends. Although the time they spent together has long gone, at this moment, in this solemn atmosphere, it seems as if it is very close.
Song Shijie couldn't help but walk forward and hugged Song Wenxuan tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to use this hug to dispel the haze and pain lingering between them. He whispered softly,
There was a trace of comfort and relief in her voice: "Uncle Six, it's good that you're still alive. Times have changed, let the past be the past, don't dwell on it anymore."
At this time, Jiang Chengyu's deep and deep voice slowly rang out in the room, like a ringing bell, breaking the silence for a moment:
"Song Boxuan and Song Bowen, as well as their two good-for-nothing sons, were sent to prison by me through the disciplinary inspection department when I took over Zidong International Group. Their crimes ultimately did not escape the punishment of the law."
When Song Wenxuan heard what Jiang Chengyu said, his tearful face was filled with shock and confusion. He slowly raised his head and looked straight at Jiang Chengyu, who was standing beside him, with white hair but still a pretty face.
His lips trembled slightly, and he could hardly believe his ears. His voice was trembling and anxious: "What did you say?"
Seeing this, Rong Shishan silently took a few tissues from the table, gently handed them to Song Wenxuan, and then said calmly:
"They were found by the disciplinary inspection department to have committed several major cases of embezzlement of public funds, and some of them involved human lives. With irrefutable evidence, the judicial authorities quickly sentenced them, and they have long been imprisoned to serve their sentences. This can be considered as evil deeds being punished."
As Song Wenxuan listened to these words, the guilt and self-blame in his heart surged up again like a raging wave. He burst into tears and his body trembled slightly.
"Ajie, I was wrong too." His voice was filled with pain and regret.
"I am the culprit who changed your father's medicine. I cannot escape the responsibility for this fact. I surrender myself, public security comrade, I surrender myself."
As he spoke excitedly, he looked at Qian Zhanyong with earnestness and sincerity. There was a determination in his eyes, as if only surrendering himself could bring a little relief to his tortured soul.
Zhang Zhekun's fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard, like a nimble dancer jumping on the keys. The tapping sounds were crisp and rhythmic. Lines of text quickly appeared on the computer screen as he operated, entering all the details of this past into the computer system one by one.
With the finalization of the last character, the case filing process was officially completed and the relevant information was properly stored in the database for subsequent query and review.
Qian Zhanyong straightened his back slightly, cleared his throat and coughed lightly to attract everyone's attention.
His face was serious and solemn, his eyes were full of professionalism and rigor, and he began to explain the follow-up matters in an orderly manner:
“In this case, I have completed the normal filing procedures in accordance with relevant laws and regulations and the police department’s standard case handling procedures.
During the detailed questioning and recording process, I have recorded the causes and consequences of the case, including the relationships between the people involved, the chronological order of the events, the locations and scenes, and other important details in a complete and accurate manner. These records will serve as an important basis for subsequent case trials and investigations. "
He paused, turned his gaze to Song Shijie, and continued: “Mr. Song, given the current situation, if you want to take Song Wenxuan back to Kuncheng;
In accordance with the relevant regulations on cross-regional case collaboration, I will appoint police officers Luo Jinxi and Zhang Zhekun to accompany Song Wenxuan to Kuncheng and formally hand him over to the Kuncheng Public Security Bureau.
After the Kuncheng police took over, they conducted comprehensive evidence collection work on the case in accordance with legal procedures, including but not limited to re-interrogating relevant witnesses, investigating the crime scene and surrounding environment, and collecting and analyzing various types of evidence.
After completing the evidence collection, the Kuncheng police will integrate all the evidence and information, conduct rigorous verification and judgment, and ultimately make a fair, objective and legal final decision based on the legal provisions. "
Everyone was still immersed in the shock of this tortuous and incredible past, but when they heard Qian Zhanyong's clear, decisive and professional handling of the matter;
They all came to their senses and felt a surge of admiration for his professionalism. They also realized that under Qian Zhanyong's proper arrangement, this case would soon enter the next orderly judicial stage and gradually move towards a final solution and conclusion.
The next morning, the military hospital was shrouded in a light morning mist. A group of people with different expressions hurriedly walked towards the helipad.
With a trace of reluctance and concern on Song Shijie's face, he slowly walked up to Mu Xiaoji, opened his arms, and hugged him tightly, with such strength that it seemed as if he wanted to pour all his fatherly love into this hug.
"Chenxi, Dad is leaving soon. You have to take good care of yourself here, okay? Don't be busy with work all the time. Come home to see grandma when you have time. Since you came here, she has been talking about you all the time and she misses you very much!"
Mu Xiaoji smiled faintly and nodded gently, his eyes showing his obedience and understanding: "I understand, Dad. Have a safe journey, and remember to call me back when you arrive."
Rong Shishan put his arm around Jiang Chengyu's shoulders and walked towards the helicopter with firm steps.
Jiang Chengyu's figure was tall and agile, and his steps carried the heroism and confidence unique to a soldier.
Mu Xiaoji looked at their backs, his eyes full of reluctance, and couldn't help but shouting: "Little Monster, take care of yourself and come back soon."
Luo Jinxi came over with a smile, patted Mu Xiaoji on the shoulder, and said in a teasing tone:
"Boss Mu, haven't you heard of the saying 'A general is not subject to orders from his sovereign'? Now, I have plenty of opportunities to invite the little monster to have candlelight dinner every day. Hehe, Boss Mu, please don't be jealous!"
After saying that, she deliberately swaggered towards the helicopter, looking very playful.
Cao Guohua and Luo Shaoqing looked at Luo Jinxi's appearance and couldn't help but point at her and laugh: "This damn girl only knows how to play tricks on people. She has no manners at all."
Mu Xiaoji just smiled slightly, his eyes full of trust: "I believe in my little monster."
Jiang Chengyu seemed to feel Mu Xiaoji's gaze. He turned around with a sunny smile on his face. At the same time, he waved and pointed at his mobile phone, indicating that he would video contact him every day and told him not to worry.
Then, he boarded the plane with a sturdy figure. He turned around and showed a meaningful smile, soothing Mu Xiaoji's uneasy heart.
Qian Zhanyong solemnly instructed Zhang Zhekun: "This time you must fully cooperate with Luo Jinxi and make sure to hand Song Wenxuan over to the Kuncheng Public Security Bureau safely. There must not be any mistakes. Go early and come back early."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhekun immediately stood up straight, saluted in a standard manner, and said in a loud and firm voice: "Yes, Captain Qian! I will live up to my mission and guarantee to complete the task." After that, he strode onto the plane.
Everyone stood on the tarmac. As the propeller began to slowly turn, from slow to fast, a strong airflow hit their faces, ruffling their hair and clothes.
The helicopter slowly rose up, and the huge roar echoed in the air, as if playing a sad song of parting, which made everyone's heart surge with an indescribable complex emotion.
There is reluctance to leave relatives and friends, there is anticipation for an unknown journey, and there is also a slight sadness after separation.
Looking up, the blue sky is endless. Under the reflection of the gorgeous morning glow, the white clouds seem to be dyed with a faint red glow, dyeing the entire sky brilliantly.
This beautiful and spectacular scene formed a sharp contrast with the solemn expressions of the people on the tarmac, making people sigh at the passage of time and the impermanence of fate.
Time slipped quietly through fingers like fine sand, the sound of the helicopter's propellers gradually weakened, and it slowly landed on the company's wide and flat apron.
At this time, the setting sun was slanting, and the golden light was sprinkled on the tarmac, reflecting the two luxury cars that had been waiting there for a long time. The car bodies reflected dazzling light under the sunlight.
The hatch opened and several people filed out. Song Shijie had a calm face and an innate affinity. He walked steadily to Song Wenxuan's side, stretched out his hand without hesitation, and held Song Wenxuan's slightly trembling hand tightly, as if he wanted to use this simple action to convey endless strength and peace of mind to him.
His voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze blowing past your ears: "Sixth Uncle, let's go home, okay?"
Song Wenxuan raised his head, the confusion and fear in his eyes were gradually replaced by a strong sense of belonging. He nodded vigorously, with a long-lost expectation on his face:
"Okay, Ajie, I haven't eaten grilled fish with you for a long time. I really miss the old days."
Song Shijie raised the corners of his mouth, sketching a warm smile: "Don't worry, Uncle Six, I'll ask Auntie to bake it for us as soon as we get home, and I guarantee it will taste the same as you remember."
Song Wenxuan's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was choked with sobs and gratitude: "Thank you, Ajie. Over the years, in this family, you have been the best to me."
Song Shijie gently patted the back of Song Wenxuan's hand, his eyes sincere and honest: "Sixth Uncle, you are being too polite when you say that.
You forgot that we are of similar age, have played together since childhood, and have similar personalities.
Although you are my sixth uncle in terms of seniority, in my heart, you are like my best brother."
Their eyes met, and they saw the deep friendship and trust in each other's eyes, and couldn't help but smile at each other.
Afterwards, they walked side by side towards the luxury car. Song Shijie considerately opened the door for Song Wenxuan. After Song Wenxuan sat down, he went around to the other side and got in the car.
The two luxury cars started slowly, and the tires rubbed slightly against the ground, making a low sound, like a steady heartbeat. The vehicles drove out of the helipad smoothly and sped towards the direction of the Goldsmith Bay Villa.
Outside the car window, the city scenery passed by quickly like a slide show. Song Shijie and Song Wenxuan sat in the car, immersed in the anticipation of the warm time that was about to come. The car was filled with a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, as if all the haze of the past had been thrown behind, leaving only beautiful expectations for future life.