Then let's have a confrontation

He Yu's phone call did not go through.

Xie Qingcheng simply went to He Yu's company and was stopped at the gate.

"Hello sir, who are you looking for?"

He's family headquarters is more elegant than the headquarters of Zhilong Entertainment, and the security guard at the entrance should be a retired soldier, a meter eight or so tall, standing straight and dressed in a dignified manner.

After Xie Qingcheng informed his intention, the security guard hesitated for a moment, but still politely said, "Wait a moment, I'll contact Mr. He's secretary first."

Xie Qingcheng had never thought that it would be almost impossible for him to meet He Yu as an ordinary university professor, and the "Mr. He" in the guard's mouth sounded very strange, as if he was not the same person as the young man who would sit in front of his house on New Year's Eve and shiver beef noodle.

The secretary quickly responded to the security guard, who was already quite nice and even more respectful after hanging up the phone, immediately arranging a shuttle bus to take Xie Qingcheng to the headquarters building in the park.

The elevator goes all the way up to the top of the towering skyscraper, where He Yu's secretary awaits. Xie Qingcheng knows her, she was originally He Jiwei's secretary, and when He Yu took over, he didn't dismiss her.

"Hello Professor Xie, please follow me."

Xie Qingcheng followed her through the cloisters, the hall, the cloisters again, and then to the parlor. He met a few familiar-looking noblewomen and rich businessmen in the parlor, and thought for a moment that these people were the ones he had met at Xie Xue's wedding, and one, the rich wife who had gossiped about him in the airport convenience store at that time.

These people are concerned about the face of politeness, each person is almost "false with the snake" four words cultivated by the skin of the demon, suddenly saw Xie Qingcheng, they exchanged a look, or smiled and stood up to greet.

"Professor Xie." At the head of the group was actually the wife who had discussed him as a male sex at the airport.

Although she likes to chew the root of the tongue, but knows that Xie Qingcheng is the Wei family's three young grandma's big brother, but also now this He General's man, can be pleasing to please or to please, she also counted on He Yu and their new cooperation can be more than one or two points of profit it.

"Pleased to meet you." The Mrs. smiled warmly.

Xie Qingcheng looked at her indifferently and did not reach out to shake her hand.

The Mrs.'s hand then hung awkwardly in mid-air, and with two final sardonic laughs, it dropped.

When the secretary asked Xie Qingcheng to go to another lounge, the wife whispered, "What's the big deal, slut, do you really think that Mr. He will still want you after he becomes Mr. He?"

But in fact, Xie Qingcheng didn't shake hands with her solely because he didn't like her; he was already tired and didn't want to waste his energy on making a show of himself with someone he didn't like.

He was like that when he was a doctor at HUMC and it never changed.

Now just because He Yu's identity has changed, it's like there's just a little bit more behind the scenes that he can be criticized for.

"Please take a seat, I'll pour you some tea." The secretary calmly arranges a series of matters, "This is Mr. He's private office, he still has some matters on his hands that he hasn't finished, he asks you to wait here for a while, he'll come over in about half an hour."

The tea was handed over, and it was actually not very expensive, but Xie Qingcheng liked it very much, the Tibetan Tea Snow Cold Fragrance.

"This is what Mr. He specially asked me to brew for you. He said he was afraid that you wouldn't be used to drinking other teas." The secretary saw Xie Qingcheng glance at the tea box packaging and respectfully said, "If you need anything, please feel free to call me. I'll leave you alone for now then."

The office is freshly packed, but it does show that He Yu works here a lot.

There are not many books on the bookshelf, you can see a few works related to choreography and directing, and a copy of The Nightingale Collection. The computer on the desk is in a locked screen state, there are some printed materials piled up on the side of the computer table, and beside the mouse there is a coffee cup with a simple design, in which is a half-drinking bitter chai.

Xie Qingcheng sat in his seat, waiting for He Yu to come back from his business, while thinking about what and how he should ask He Yu later.

The office window had a narrow opening for air, and the summer wind slipped in. The scattered pages on the desk were blown down, and a few floated at Xie Qingcheng's feet. Xie Qingcheng picked them up and scanned them - they were some irrelevant scribbles, as well as scattered words and phrases written by hand.

At a glance he saw "Here lies one whose name was written in water", and, with a bad taste in his mouth, was about to return the pages to their original place, when he noticed a very familiar passage in the messy handwriting.

That text turned out to be ......

The moment he read the content, Xie Qingcheng's heartbeat appeared to pause briefly, and he sat rigidly on the spot, momentarily stunned.

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Half an hour later, as soon as He Yu entered the office, his eyes passed through everything and landed on Xie Qingcheng, whose face was very pale because of the light.

"Brother Xie." He Yu said mildly, "My cell phone was set to flight during the meeting, I didn't receive your message, I didn't expect you to come here to look for me, did something happen?"

Xie Qingcheng controlled his emotions and said in a deep voice, "Sit down."

He Yu froze for a moment before dropping his eyelids and smiling slightly.

Xie Qingcheng was a professor, and the kind of highly educated professor with very outstanding abilities, and before that, also an excellent doctor whose number needed to be grabbed in the outpatient clinic.

He Yu previously heard which matchmaker said, doctors and teachers, is often the highest two types of people, seemingly calm and dignified, but hands and feet, speech, naturally easy to reveal a kind of unintentional superiority. He used to think that the word "superior" here was derogatory, and thought that Xie Qingcheng did look like he was tugging at the wheel, as if the whole world had to kneel down and call his old man "Dad".

Now he has long since stopped feeling that, he thinks that it is a kind of calm and noble temperament, fell in Xie Qingcheng eyebrows, very set him off.

Moreover, Xie Qingcheng is justifiable, normal people treat doctors or teachers with respect, so over time, can they not get used to opening their mouths, "Sit down", and closing their mouths, "You say it"? There is no harm in it, it's just a habit.

So these days let the partners look at all the headaches and chills, half a point is not good to pinch the General Manager He really obediently in front of his Dr. Xie sat down.

"I want to talk to you about something." Xie Qingcheng leaned back in his chair, his long, beautiful fingers interlocked, and opened the door.

He Yu's eyes moved slightly, "About what?"

"About RN-13."

"......" He Yu was quiet for a moment, "Why do you suddenly want to talk about this?"

Xie Qingcheng : "I've recently discovered some clues."

"Uh-huh."

"Maybe there will be a connection with your mother."

"......"

"You should have seen a lot of things since you took over He Jiwei's position that you couldn't see before."

"That, indeed." He Yu said, "But if you mean to think that our company dabbles in RN-13, that's not the case at all."

Xie Qingcheng didn't intend to beat around the bush with He Yu as he asked, "Didn't you ever notice anything strange when you were keeping an eye on the international business that originally belonged to your mother's jurisdiction?"

"No." He Yu said, "The group's business has been very disciplined and has not broken the laws of any country. I don't know where you heard anything, but since you came to ask me, then these are my answers."

The voice he spoke to Xie Qingcheng was still very gentle, still very patient, but these were not what Xie Qingcheng wanted.

Because Xie Qingcheng knew he wasn't telling the truth.

On the paper that was blown down by the wind just now, besides those scattered scribbles, there were also some mutilated chemical equations. He Yu didn't come from a science background, he couldn't memorize all those complicated equations, and he just wrote that part of it casually when he was lost in thought, so he probably didn't care about it and didn't think that anyone would be able to read such a mutilated content.

But Xie Qingcheng got it.

That is actually the equation associated with hearing water ......

"Are you telling me the truth?"

He Yu looked at him, "It's true."

"......" Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

This boy is like this, once he hides something in his heart and doesn't intend to talk to you about it, his mouth will be very strict, no matter to whom he can respond with silence and lies. Even if Xie Qingcheng directly questioned him why he would write the equation related to hearing water, he will never answer, even forcing the question is not necessary.

Xie Qingcheng said, "That's good, He Yu. let me tell you, no matter in the past or in the future, if someone says to you that there is a complete cure for mental Ai Bola caused by RN-13, you should not believe it. That is false, and whoever that person is who says that to you is deceiving you."

"You mustn't forget how many people that organization has harmed, and how many times you yourself have barely escaped death from their grasp."

Xie Qingcheng paused, his gaze seeming to pierce into the bottom of He Yu's eyes.

"I ask you to be sure not to go, with the tiger."

He Yu was quiet for a while and said, "Brother Xie, I won't, you have to believe me."

Seeing Xie Qingcheng's frown, he added another sentence--

"I know that it's easy for you to trust He Yu but hard for you to trust Mr. He. But I will always be He Yu in front of you, and I want you to know that this is my true heart."

Xie Qingcheng stared at him, "Then I hope that everything you say today is from your heart."

He Yu's smile stiffened slightly.

The eyes of the man across from him were like glazed mirrors, and he looked into the mirror, readjusting his slightly stiff smile marks to impeccability.

Xie Qingcheng was incredibly disappointed with today's conversation, but in the face of such a dripping He Yu, there was actually no way for anyone to pry out his true heart.

So after a few more words, Xie Qingcheng finally got up and was ready to leave, but before his hand touched the doorknob, he heard He Yu call out to him from behind.

"Xie Qingcheng."

Xie Qingcheng's fingertips were already touching the cold metal handle.

He Yu asked from behind him, "Would you forgive me if - I mean if, if I was terminally ill, and I was just trying to survive, and the only way I could do so was by fighting the tiger as you call it?"

The wall clock ticked on the wall, and the room was so quiet that nothing else could be heard.

He Yu stood up and looked at Xie Qingcheng's still tall but very thin back.

"I will be on the opposite side of you." Xie Qingcheng's voice came out, calm without a trace of frightening lines, yet as if it was suppressing an entire abyss of sadness.

He turned his head slightly sideways, taking one last look at He Yu before pushing the door open.

"So please don't go."

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It's night.

He Yu stood by the window of the villa's study, looking at the large artificial lawn and lake in the distance, the night wind was slightly cool, he raised his hand and folded a paper airplane, and threw it out with the wind. The paper airplane crossed the entire lawn and perched on the endless summer hydrangea bushes downstairs.

The hydrangeas were in stately bloom, and he watched them for a while longer, then sat down, took a pen, and sat down at his desk to write something.

The content wasn't too long, yet he deliberated over it for a long time, and when the bright moon moved from the side of the sky to hang in the sky, he finally put down his pen, and, after some thought, clipped the piece of paper to the book of Rare Diseases of the World on his desk, which had already clipped a lot of letterheads to it, and this was the last page.

"Duh-duh-duh." He had just finished this when the door to the study was fastened.

He Yu: "Enter."

Behind the doorway, Lv Zhishu's face was covered in a fake smile despite her weakness. She looked a lot like the set menu model in the window of a fast-food chain, instantly recognizable as fake, with some dust on her oily fat.

"He Yu, busy? Mom made you a cup of hot cocoa ......"

"Leave it." He Yu said, "Then go and rest."

Lv Zhishu was apprehensive.

After He Jiwei left, she originally wanted to let the power inherited by He Yu to be hollowed out, who knew that He Yu is young, but the means is much more vicious than his father back then. She was very weak for a while, and when she regained her strength, she could no longer control He Yu at all, and instead he took the lead, and even cut off the control of the overseas business which was originally under her full responsibility.

When she found out about it, she tossed and turned on her deathbed, afraid that He Yu would find out about the evils that had been hidden in the business.

On the night after the seventh day of He Jiwei's life, He Yu, in an unprecedented move, came to see her alone -- her secret had not been hidden, and He Yu had discovered that her external sources of goods contained the kind of hearing water drug used by Huang Zhilong ... ...

Lv Zhishu It was almost as if his liver broke as he flung the page of evidence in front of her.

She was so close to being done.

Thanks to the cunningness of the businessman, she has been doing business for so many years, and in this close call, she has almost drained the essence of every cell in her body to force out a reasonable explanation. She tearfully said that she just wanted someone to develop a special drug to completely eradicate RN-13, so she had underground deals with those foreign companies in Duan Wen. She said she was not only doing it for He Yu, but also for herself. She is fed up with her growing fat obsession, ugly ...... psychological collapse ...... face.

She said, "I just want to live well, like your dad did when he first met me.

She asked again, "He Yu, don't you want to live a good life?

All your life, you don't want to be a normal person again? You're only twenty years old ......RN-13's therapeutic drug has been available for many years, Xie Qingcheng and Anthony have both given it to you, but that drug is gradually failing for you, it's only a control but not a cure ......As long as there are With enough samples, a truly curable drug could be developed - you could live to be ninety and a hundred ...... How many life possibilities could you experience in those extra decades of life? How many things can be redeemed?

Lv Zhishu could feel that something in her words had indeed touched the floodgates within him.

She clutched his arm tightly and tearfully said, "Huang Zhilong and I are not the same, we did not do anything to kill and set fire to, abducting and selling students - just want to be unsupervised scientific research, just want to find the medicine that can save their own... ...I ...... I simply also just want my family, all of them, to live well."

"Are you really going to turn me in? He Yu?"

"I know I didn't take care of you all these years, but I've always wanted to make up for it too ...... So many years have passed, you've grown up, you can't re-accept my care for you, I know all this care has come too late... ...But I've never given up on curing you ...... Even if I commit a crime, I don't care."

"What about you? Do you really want to ...... do this to your mother while your father's body is still cold?"

"Do you really want to destroy mom, yourself, and the entire He family ......"

With the words of that time still ringing in his ears, He Yu sent Lv Zhishu away and returned to the desk himself, looking at the hot cocoa on the table, the shallow amiability of his face sweeping away. He lifted his hand expressionlessly and tossed the hot drink straight into the trash, the cocoa spilling out and the sweet, cloying scent that washed over his nose making him sick - he knew she was trying to curry favor with him.

In fact, she didn't have to do any more of that deliberately; he didn't hand over the evidence to the police, even--

Even he'd go along with her on something a little more open-minded.

With that thought, he ghostly pressed his hand to his heart.

If he had only done this thing, he should have been able to put her, and even Duan Wen, at ease enough, so why should she be so good to him as if she were a bird of prey?

He Yu sank his face and didn't think any further, instead he opened his cell phone and looked at his next schedule.

The He family's last shipment of contraband needs to leave the sea next week, and Lv Zhishu has assured her that this will be the last time she walks away with the last of what's left in her hands.

He booked a flight to Canton.

It's just one more inning.

He Yu, with his dark eyes.

Victory or defeat was at stake, this operation was critical and he had to get on board and keep an eye on it himself.

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Inside the Huzhou Public Security Building.

Director Hu, who had traveled from Hangzhou, flipped through all the materials in his hand, especially the notepad Zheng Jingfeng had found, which Jiang Liping had left behind before he died, then he took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and looked around at everyone in the office.

"Alright, you've all been clear about this mission, it's an S-classified mission, and we'll be joining forces with the Guang City Public Security Bureau next week to officially take on the criminals."

The pale cold light of the conference room shone on him as he said forcefully, "The code name of this mission is confirmed - Breaking Dreams. Make sure to catch all the suspects related to He's family group!"