The Divorced Wife of the Richest Man is Reborn

Chapter 141

The elevator opened, and out came Yan Peiheng, putting on his clothes as he walked.

"Come on, let's go check it out," he said.

Yan Zhao noticed something was off about his father's expression and instinctively felt something was wrong. He asked, "What's happening?"

"The doctors have made a preliminary diagnosis that Gu Xiao has food poisoning," Yan Peiheng paused, then continued, "President Qi said when he went to receive them personally, he was berated by their secretary. They believe... that our military district poisoned Gu Xiao!"

Gu Xiao's group had just arrived from Singapore, and had only been in the capital for a few hours. They hadn't even visited the military district yet. Though there was some unclear relationship between him and Yan Peiheng, while the Investment Promotion Bureau leaders were busy trying to save Gu Xiao, his secretary and private doctor firmly believed that the military district had poisoned him out of dissatisfaction with his actions.

This needed to be looked into.

How could they think the military district would poison Gu Xiao? What were his people thinking?

The children went upstairs first, while the adults got into the car. Chen Meilan suddenly heard a roaring sound overhead, and the trees in the courtyard rustled violently. Looking up, she saw a helicopter flying at low altitude.

The 301 Hospital was only a ten-minute walk from the Grade One Family Quarters, and they arrived in no time.

Yan Zhao followed the helicopter's path. At the helipad, doctors, nurses, and armed police had formed a large circle.

The helicopter landed, and the car stopped too.

The rotor blades created such strong winds that people could barely walk, and the roaring drowned out all other sounds.

Except for the nurses in white, everyone was military personnel, all working silently but efficiently.

Gu Xiao was carried out on a stretcher. The fierce wind made it difficult to keep one's eyes open, but Chen Meilan managed to see the frail, thin Gu Xiao wearing a pink shirt with a large green stain on his chest. His already sparse hair was being blown about wildly by the wind.

From a distance, he seemed to spot Yan Peiheng, and his gaze locked onto him intently.

The doctors were adjusting the stretcher, preparing to wheel him away. In that brief moment, he pulled at Yan Dongxue, who was fixing his clothes, and said something. Just then, the helicopter's rotor blades shuddered a few times and stopped, the stretcher began moving quickly, and the clamor of people's voices emerged from the noise.

"We don't need your treatment. We want to be sent back to Southeast Asia right now," Secretary Wu said loudly. Secretary Wu was actually from Hua Country, though his ancestors had lived in Southeast Asia for generations, and he had even visited Yanguan Village before.

The private doctor said, "Professor Gu has only had one glass of red wine since arriving. This is definitely poisoning."

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"This is retaliation because Professor Gu refused to invest in Hua Country's military district," Secretary Wu added.

The Investment Promotion Bureau leaders were nearly going crazy, repeatedly saying, "We've already reported this to the police, they'll be here soon, okay?"

"We don't need the police. We need the Southeast Asian consulate to intervene. We need to return to Southeast Asia immediately," Secretary Wu insisted.

The Investment Promotion Bureau leaders were getting a massive headache. They'd invited an important investor, but who knew he would be so difficult to deal with, and cause such a huge mess right after arriving?

Just then, Yan Peiheng stepped forward and asked what was going on.

The Investment Promotion Bureau leaders quickly explained, "Commander Yan, this has nothing to do with us. Professor Gu has been staying at the International Hotel since his arrival. The wine he drank was what they brought themselves. After just one glass of wine, he started vomiting and having diarrhea - he was poisoned. Now they think we did it."

Secretary Wu had a large mobile phone, but because it wasn't on the same network, he couldn't make calls. He was discussing with the private doctor: "You stay here and watch him, I'll go outside to find a phone and call the consulate. We need them to send diplomats and journalists. The Hua Country military district poisoning a foreign businessman is a serious incident - it could be an international scandal, showing how the Hua Country military ruthlessly discriminates against and attacks overseas Chinese."

The way he spoke made it sound as if Gu Xiao was important enough to warrant persecution by the Hua Country military.

Chen Meilan was furious just listening to this.

But father and son Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao remained calm.

Since the Investment Promotion Bureau had already reported it to the police, the capital's police arrived immediately. They couldn't let these two run around making accusations - they needed to be controlled.

The wine Gu Xiao drank was what they brought themselves. From getting off the plane, they had only traveled to the hotel, and their most significant interaction with the Investment Promotion Bureau people was just a handshake. If the hospital confirmed intentional poisoning, they would have to start investigating with the people closest to him.

How could it become the military's doing just because they said so?

While chaos reigned at the scene and the capital police were negotiating with Secretary Wu and the private doctor, Yan Peiheng's group entered the hospital building, heading straight for the emergency room.

Yan Dongxue had accompanied Gu Xiao inside. Now that he was in emergency care, she stood in the hallway holding his shoes, tie, and various other items.

"Dongxue?" Yan Peiheng called out.

"Uncle, it's been a long time," Yan Dongxue said. The last time she saw Yan Peiheng was the year she left the country.

It had been almost ten years.

"What did Gu Xiao say earlier?" Yan Peiheng asked.

Earlier, Gu Xiao had stared intently at Yan Peiheng and said something to Yan Dongxue. Yan Peiheng wanted to know what it was.

"Professor Gu said that your temper hasn't changed - he was just joking, but you wanted to kill him," Yan Dongxue replied.

So not only did his secretary and private doctor believe Gu Xiao was poisoned by the Hua Country military, but Gu Xiao himself thought so too?

Chen Meilan expected her father-in-law to explode in anger, to rush into the emergency room and grab Gu Xiao by the collar to demand answers.

But Yan Peiheng didn't. He just gave a soft, cold sneer and said, "He thinks too highly of himself, and he's giving me, Yan, too much credit."

For a first-grade commander who could join the Military Commission after this term, would he really poison someone over a weak, sickly person? Gu Xiao was being naive.

Yan Dongxue stood there holding the pair of shoes and tie, looking up at Yan Peiheng's family.

After a while, looking at Chen Meilan, she lowered her voice and said, "Sister-in-law, actually, I think if someone really did poison him, it was probably the shareholders from Singapore, but I don't have any evidence. It's just my guess."

"This is our territory, our Hua Country. Gu Xiao is still a shareholder of our 271. Who would want him dead? I certainly don't. Speak up," Chen Meilan said.

Yan Dongxue realized she was right and began to explain.

This was Gu Xiao's situation in Southeast Asia: he had a main business, a legally operating company where he was the chairman. Besides him, there were seven or eight other shareholders. At the same time, they were also a political party, and all the company's assets had been notarized long ago to be left to that party.

Gu Xiao wasn't the party leader, but he was someone who could control the party from behind the scenes.

Additionally, he maintained good relations with the ruling party, belonging to the type of party that, while independent, had always firmly supported the ruling party.

The company's shareholders were all local young people whom Gu Xiao had carefully selected when he first went to Southeast Asia - smart, capable young people. Gu Xiao was their teacher and boss, and he had even given them shares. He was like a father figure to them, a godfather-like figure to that group of shareholders.

Of course, they showed great respect for Gu Xiao.

However, in Yan Dongxue's view, this was only superficial. Although they always appeared very devout when meeting Gu Xiao, she had heard several shareholders complain that Gu Xiao, as a Hua Country person, was too pro-Hua Country.

In recent years, Gu Xiao had been consistently investing in Hua Country enterprises and supporting Hua Country factories.

Woman's intuition told her that although these shareholders had always supported Gu Xiao without question, she could see their dissatisfaction in their eyes.

After finishing, Yan Dongxue added, "Of course, this is just my speculation. Secretary Wu and the private doctor are both from our Hua Country and are completely loyal to Professor Gu. When I mentioned this to them earlier, they didn't believe it and insisted it was done by the Hua Country military."

Yan Peiheng didn't understand business, couldn't even grasp what chairman or shareholder meant, and was still frowning in thought when Yan Zhao asked, "What is Gu Xiao's company's main business? What kind of business do they do?"

Yan Dongxue was just a private caregiver, and she wasn't allowed to be present when Gu Xiao met with the shareholders.

Although she had been with Gu Xiao for many years, she didn't really know what his main business was.

She only knew that he had business dealings with many countries, and it was extremely profitable - every conversation involved tens, hundreds, or thousands of millions of dollars.

"Third Brother, I believe in our uncle's character. He couldn't have poisoned Gu Xiao, but Secretary Wu and the Private Doctor, even Professor himself, think you all did it. What should we do?" Yan Dongxue asked again.

"Stay here and watch over things for now, try not to leave the hospital. Let me investigate the situation first," said Yan Zhao.

In his view, it was almost certain that Gu Xiao had been harmed by his shareholders.

But for any incident, there had to be a reason and motive.

They didn't know when Gu Xiao would wake up, and until he did, they couldn't leave.

The secretary and private doctor were now under police control.

For Yan Zhao, treating this as a case to investigate was the best approach.

It was already 1 AM, and he needed to go home - Yan Peiheng wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

But even after returning home, there would be no rest.

The hundred thousand dollars sat on the study room desk, and Yan Peiheng now needed to hand it over to Chen Meilan.

Of course, he wouldn't just hand it over casually - he had drafted a contract that Chen Meilan needed to sign before receiving the money.

Chen Meilan glanced at the contract and said, "Dad, we only have five children in our family, why did you divide it into eight shares?"

The total of 100,000 dollars was divided into eight portions - seven children would each get 10,000, and the remaining 30,000 would be held by Chen Meilan alone.

Yan Peiheng explained, "Yan Wei is about to have a daughter, so that's one share. You get the largest share, which was your mother's. Yuan Yuan is my granddaughter, she must have a share too. As for Mike and his two brothers' shares, you'll manage their dividends until they come of age - they can't have the money until then."

Yan Wei and his wife, Qi Songlu, handled a lot of money but were rather indifferent to it, believing only in what they earned themselves. However, Yan Wei was quite unhappy about Yan Peiheng giving the small red building to Yuan Yuan, though he felt better after Chen Meilan explained things.

But he would probably be happy to know that the old man had thought of his daughter in the 100,000-dollar share distribution.

Liu Xiuying, however, who had been counting on this money, would probably be furious.

Out of eight shares, her family only got 30%, while Chen Meilan alone got 30%. She had gone from being the major shareholder to a minor one, while Chen Meilan would become the absolute controlling shareholder of the milk powder factory - with her three children, she would own 60% of the shares.

As for the dividends, once the children came of age, they would receive them directly, bypassing Liu Xiuying completely.

All she could do was watch helplessly and fret?

The old man had kept his word - he had effectively cut the eldest son and his wife out of the family.

With the hundred thousand dollars by her bedside that night, Chen Meilan's dreams were filled with the scent of money.

The next morning, Yan Zhao was up earliest, around five o'clock.

Chen Meilan woke up shortly after, disturbed by him, and asked sleepily, "Why are you up so early?"

"Little Wolf snores, and Little Wang keeps tossing and turning. I couldn't sleep with them making all that noise," Yan Zhao said while frying eggs, then suddenly frowned and said, "Two months."

"What two months?" Chen Meilan asked, rubbing her eyes.

Yan Zhao licked his lips and said, "We need to sleep separately for two months."

In the capital, they couldn't sleep together and had to sleep separately. Of course, Chen Meilan thought this was normal, and as an old married couple still under the same roof, sleeping apart for two months wasn't a big deal - many couples slept separately after having children anyway.

However, Yan Zhao liked sleeping with her because she slept quietly, didn't move around, and didn't snore.

Understanding Yan Zhao's frustration with their sons' snoring and kicking, Chen Meilan wanted to comfort him. While it was still dark, she gestured toward the main bathroom and had just softly asked, "Want to take a shower together?" when she heard someone call from behind, "Auntie?"

"Jim, you haven't left?" Chen Meilan turned around, surprised to see Jim.

She hadn't seen the boy last night and assumed he had left with his mother.

Jim shook his head and held up his finger, saying, "I'm staying for another month!"

It turned out that Liu Xiuying still had to wait for the court's decision before returning to America, and only then could she take Jim with her. For now, Jim would stay at home until the end of summer vacation.

Chen Meilan certainly hoped Jim would leave - three boys, no matter how well-behaved, could be too much for most people to handle when they started arguing.

However, seeing the little one looking dejected, Chen Meilan felt sympathetic and said, "When you're back in America, if you're not happy there, remember to call your grandfather and have him bring you back."

"Of course! And I'll bring my big brother and second brother back with me!" Jim said confidently. "I'm going back to get my brothers."

Chen Meilan was dumbfounded.

She wished she hadn't said anything - one bringing back three, wouldn't that drive her crazy?

After some thought, she said, "Jim, it's better to listen to your mom. If you have any issues, discuss them with her. If you're unhappy about something, tell her your concerns and work things out together. Don't keep talking about coming back - that would hurt your mother's feelings. She loves you, okay?"

"Okay, but when I go back, I'm going to tell my brothers all the good things about Hua Country. I'm sure they'll want to come back too. Auntie, then our whole family can be together!" Jim said innocently and confidently, making a V-sign with his fingers.

Well, that brought tears to her eyes.

Now Chen Meilan could only pray that Liu Xiuying would treat her three sons well.

Otherwise, if Jim brought John, and John brought Mike, the three of them might really sneak back here.

That day, Gu Xiao still hadn't woken up, and the hospital called to confirm it was deliberate food poisoning.

Of course, the police had already opened a case, classifying it as a criminal investigation.

Consequently, the secretary and private doctor would be detained, and even Yan Dongxue had to cooperate with the capital's police investigation.

As for whether Gu Xiao should return to Singapore, that was impossible now. He was in a deep coma, a critically ill patient fighting for his life, and the military hospital's diagnosis was that it would take at least half a month before he would be out of danger.

Of course, while Gu Xiao's life and death had some connection to Chen Meilan, it wasn't a major concern for her.

For her, the most important thing was managing the milk powder factory.

Now that she had the hundred thousand dollars in hand, it was time to sign contracts with the military district, change the legal representative, renovate and outfit the factory, hire workers, and officially start production.

Hu Xiaohua suggested exchanging the dollars on the black market, saying they could get 10 or even 11 yuan per dollar.

He assured her confidently that he knew several loan sharks who desperately needed dollars and were very eager to do business with Chen Meilan.

But after some thought, Chen Meilan decided to exchange at one of the four major banks for safety.

The current official exchange rate between RMB and USD was 1:6, but at banks like Construction Bank and Industrial and Commercial Bank, you could get around 9.3. The banks were desperate for dollars and very willing to exchange. Finally, Chen Meilan reached an agreement with Industrial and Commercial Bank for them to come to her personally to exchange the money, resulting in exactly 928,000 yuan.

In her two lifetimes, this was the first time Chen Meilan had experienced door-to-door service from a bank, with the bank president and director personally bringing the money box to deliver her cash.

Once the cash was exchanged, she could call Chen Degong to bring workers to the capital to begin construction.

Meanwhile, Chen Meilan would need to prepare to purchase imported large-scale dairy production lines.

Without the internet yet, all international business communications were handled through various associations.

To import drying towers and milk powder packaging production lines, she needed to register with the Dairy Association first, who would then contact manufacturers in Holland and Australia to come negotiate with Chen Meilan.

Chen Meilan could only stay in the capital for at most 50 days - she would have to return when the children's vacation ended.

So during this time, she needed to finalize the production line deal, then have Xue Ming take over production, and once the products were fully in production, she would return to the capital to handle sales.

Busy with all these matters, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

During the past two weeks, Gu Xiao had been drifting in and out of consciousness, never fully regaining awareness. He remained in the intensive care unit throughout this period.

After lengthy police questioning, Yan Dongxue was the first to be cleared of suspicion. She was now at the military hospital, keeping a close watch over Gu Xiao.

As for the Private Doctor and Secretary Wu, although they were ethnically Chinese, they held Singaporean passports and were purely Southeast Asian citizens.

They not only refused to acknowledge that someone from Singapore had poisoned Gu Xiao but also completely refused to cooperate with Hua Country's police investigation. They would only speak with their lawyer, maintaining complete silence with the capital's police. Currently, they were negotiating through their lawyer with the capital's police, wanting not only to return to Singapore themselves but also to take Gu Xiao, who had just barely escaped death, back with them.

This situation made Yan Dongxue extremely anxious.

She firmly believed that Gu Xiao had been harmed by his own shareholders, but she couldn't convince the secretary and private doctor of this. Moreover, before losing consciousness, Gu Xiao himself had firmly believed that the Hua Country military was responsible for harming him.

Now, while he remained unconscious, there was a concern that once he regained consciousness, if he requested to return to Singapore, the Hua Country authorities would have to let him go. And if he went back, what if he ended up losing his life?

That's why she had been constantly urging Yan Zhao to investigate and find some evidence.

Chen Meilan was also puzzled. Murder for profit needed a motive, but Gu Xiao had already left all his assets to the shareholders. Even the 271 shares belonged to those shareholders, and although Gu Xiao was pro-Hua Country, the money he made here still benefited Southeast Asia.

So why would the shareholders want to harm him?

On this particular day, just as Chen Meilan was leaving the Dairy Association, she received a page from Yan Zhao, inviting her to dinner. He said he had finally found someone who had previously worked with Gu Xiao's company and could gather information about the company's situation. He believed he could uncover the shareholders' criminal motives and asked her to come over.

The Dairy Association wasn't far from the Party School. Seeing it was 4:30 PM, Chen Meilan turned her steering wheel and drove straight to the Party School.

This was her first time picking up Yan Zhao from school.

The Party School operated under closed management, with internal dormitories and cafeterias. Since most students were from out of town, except for day students, all daily activities took place within the school, making it closed to the public.

Just at the entrance, Chen Meilan saw two female colleagues carrying shopping bags trying to enter the Party School, signing in at the security office for clearance.

One of them said with a laugh, "Do you think our big monitor Yan will report us for taking leave to go shopping?"

The other replied, "Surely not? Maybe you should sweet-talk him a bit later, beg him?"

"Among all the male classmates, he's the hardest to talk to, with that stern face of his. I don't dare ask him, you do it," said the first one.

Hearing the words "stern face," Chen Meilan knew they must be talking about Yan Zhao.

As these two women were chatting, the dismissal bell rang. Within thirty seconds, Yan Zhao emerged from the building. The two women had just entered the campus when one of them called out, "Monitor Yan, we only went out because we weren't feeling well, you..."

Yan Zhao, knowing Chen Meilan was waiting for him, had been walking quickly but suddenly stopped: "Not feeling well but buying so many things?" It was obvious from their shopping bags that they'd been out shopping.

"We just happened to do some shopping after leaving the hospital..." one of the women said in a coquettish tone.

"I've already marked you absent. Go back and copy the notes three times, or I'll record it as skipping class," Yan Zhao said as he strode out the gate towards Chen Meilan, leaving the two women standing there.

After a while, the women stomped their feet and went upstairs.

These were all students from out of town, and both women were in their thirties. It was normal for them to want to skip class and go shopping. Chen Meilan watched from afar and couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

Having Yan Zhao as their monitor was like having a strict taskmaster who would deprive them of the joy of shopping.

Chen Meilan figured Yan Zhao was planning to treat someone to dinner, and since he usually didn't carry much money, she offered him her wallet: "We're going to eat, right? Here, take this money, you can pay with it."

"No need, we're just meeting to talk, not eating," Yan Zhao said, pushing the wallet back.

He seemed particularly excited today and added, "Let's get a hotel room tonight. Where's the best hotel in the capital? Let's get a room there, I want to treat you to something special."

They'd been in the capital for almost half a month, and although they occasionally managed to steal moments together, they couldn't sleep in the same bed.

For Yan Zhao, not being able to sleep with Chen Meilan at night made him restless.

So for the past few days, he'd been talking about wanting to get a room, to spend a night out.

But Chen Meilan thought he was being too ambitious. Any guesthouse near here would do, yet he wanted to stay at the capital's best hotel.

"The International Hotel would be about 800 yuan per night, but I don't have that kind of money," Chen Meilan said deliberately.

If Yan Zhao had his own money and wanted to stay at the International Hotel, Chen Meilan would be happy to enjoy such luxury, but if she had to pay, she'd rather not.

"I'll pay for it. After we finish talking, let's go to the International Hotel," Yan Zhao said.

Suddenly wanting to stay at the International Hotel made Chen Meilan suspicious. She wondered if this man had either taken bribes or done something illegal for payment; otherwise, how could he afford a five-star hotel?

Just then, someone called out, "Meilan?"

Chen Meilan turned around to see her sister-in-law Liu Xiuying and a middle-aged man arriving in a BMW.

It turned out that the person Yan Zhao had found was through Liu Xiuying's connections.

This was quite normal, as Liu Xiuying had been to Singapore and visited Gu Xiao's company, so she knew some people who knew Gu Xiao.

Currently, Liu Xiuying's situation was this: Yan Peiheng had already settled the matter of equity shares.

Her three children would only get 30%, which would be held in trust by Chen Meilan.

She was angry about this of course, but there was nothing she could do. After all, Yan Peiheng was the kind of person who could live separated from his wife for twenty years – who could win against someone like that?

The fortunate part was that the court had promised to hear the case next month, which would only result in terminating the father-son relationship and deportation, not imprisonment for Yan Jun. Back in America, Yan Jun would have a job and could get a green card. After calming down and thinking it through, Liu Xiuying found this outcome acceptable, which was why she had been so eager to help when Yan Zhao approached her, actively seeking out and contacting people connected to Gu Xiao.

And she had actually found someone.

This person was Hu Baiye, who had been doing business in Singapore for the past couple of years and had recently returned to the country.

Today, Liu Xiuying had arranged a meeting with Hu Baiye, intending to have him talk properly with Yan Zhao.

Since Chen Meilan had helped Liu Xiuying tremendously and was now the trustee of her three sons' shares, Liu Xiuying felt obliged to curry favor with her. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, she jumped out: "Come on, Meilan, experience the BMW. You haven't ridden in one before, right?"

The man called Hu Baiye also got out of the car and very eagerly opened the back door, saying, "Miss Chen, Director Yan, please get in. Let's have dinner together tonight, my treat. Whatever you'd like to eat, just name it."

"I just have a few questions to ask, we'll talk right here," Yan Zhao said, pointing to the ground.

As a businessman, Hu Baiye saw government officials like Yan Zhao, who was attending Party School, as potential assets. If he could win him over with bribes, it could mean smooth sailing for his business, so he naturally wanted to treat Yan Zhao to dinner.

But Yan Zhao only wanted information, not dinner with him. He got straight to the point: "What kind of business did Gu Xiao's company actually do?"

Mr. Hu Baiye quickly replied, "On the surface, it was called medical equipment, but privately, they dealt with various international waste disposal, cooperating with several major economic powers to help process different types of waste. It was an extremely profitable business."

Although he often dealt with government officials, Yan Zhao's demeanor was quite different from others.

He was tall with dark skin, and under his short-sleeved shirt, his muscular arms were clearly visible. His sharp, cold eyes stared at Hu Baiye, making him feel uncomfortable. He meant to take out cigarettes but pulled out his mobile phone instead, and when he finally managed to get the cigarettes out to offer to Yan Zhao, the next question was already coming: "What kind of cooperation did you discuss with them at the time?"

Hu Baiye hurriedly explained, "When I went to seek cooperation with Gu Xiao, I wanted to help him process some international waste materials. Since our country is close to Southeast Asia, logistics would be cheaper, but he refused and drove me away. He sends all the international waste to certain African countries, refusing to let our countrymen handle it."

Finally, he found his cigarette, but now the lighter had disappeared somewhere.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhao was already waving his hand, saying, "I understand. We'll meet again when there's a chance."

With that, he turned and left, holding Chen Meilan's hand.

His sudden departure left not only Hu Baiye standing there dumbfounded as he searched for his lighter, but Liu Xiuying was also completely stunned.

This was because Jim had been very reluctant to return to America, preferring to stay in the military district, thoroughly enjoying himself and refusing to see Liu Xiuying. Liu Xiuying was afraid that Chen Meilan would want to keep Jim here, and she was particularly worried. She had hoped to have a meal together today to improve relations with Chen Meilan, so she could persuade Jim to leave with her.

But Yan Zhao, that living King of Hell, showed no understanding of social graces, barely speaking three sentences before leaving?

They could have at least had a meal together. Why was he just like Yan Peiheng, completely lacking in human warmth?

After watching them walk away, Hu Baiye turned to Liu Xiuying: "Why is your third brother so difficult to talk to? And why did he leave without asking me anything?"

"How should I know? In Xiping City, they call him the living King of Hell," Liu Xiuying said angrily.

She truly couldn't understand how the world could produce such an peculiar father-son pair as Yan Peiheng and Yan Zhao.

They were completely unreasonable and impossible to deal with, yet somehow no one could do anything about them.

While Liu Xiuying and Hu Baiye were puzzled, Chen Meilan was equally confused. Yan Zhao had barely exchanged two sentences with Hu Baiye, yet somehow he seemed to have immediately understood something?

When they reached the parking lot and got into the car, Chen Meilan had to ask.

Of course, since Chen Meilan asked, Yan Zhao would certainly answer.

He first asked Chen Meilan, "That Hu Baiye, did he want to buy international waste materials from Gu Xiao, but Gu Xiao refused?"

"Yes, and he even gave Hu Baiye a harsh scolding," Chen Meilan replied.

"Currently, the world faces major problems with electronic, medical, and various chemical wastes. No country wants these wastes on their own soil because they pollute the land and harm people's health. They want to sell it off, and third-world countries become the dumping grounds for these wastes. Gu Xiao makes excellent profits in this business, and currently, he's processing these wastes in the poorest African countries. However, his shareholders, probably for logistics convenience, want to secretly process the waste in our country's territory."

Yan Zhao paused before continuing, "But this is still Gu Xiao's homeland, and he definitely wouldn't agree to that. That's why his shareholders want to eliminate him quickly, so they can sell waste to Hua Country."

With social development, chemical, electronic, and medical waste had indeed become a global problem.

In her previous life, Chen Meilan had seen news reports about how certain African countries, after years of processing waste for developed nations, had not only suffered severe land pollution but also had 30% of their population suffering from various diseases due to toxic waste.

This explanation made perfect sense.

Gu Xiao was still a citizen of Hua Country, and no matter how much he might hate this country, he wouldn't want to process toxic waste on his homeland's soil. That was the real reason why the Southeast Asian shareholders wanted to eliminate him.

Those people weren't citizens of Hua Country, and to save on transportation costs, they preferred to process toxic waste in Hua Country.

Currently, with imperfect legislation, people like Hu Baiye in the country were happy to handle toxic waste.

After all, there was money to be made.

And now the biggest obstacle was Gu Xiao, a patriotic citizen of Hua Country!

Poor old Mr. Gu hadn't even woken up yet. When he does wake up and learns this news, who knows whether he should cry or laugh.

One has to wonder, would he still cry and beg to return to Southeast Asia?