Chapter 301: Middle-aged Unemployment
Liang Zhengping’s airplane landed in Singapore the next day at eight.
Before he arrived, there was no trace of Liang Chaosu domestically, and Mo Shifu searched repeatedly, but there was no trace in Singapore either.
Liang Zhengping also specifically consulted a doctor.
The surgical expert in Hong Kong who removed the bullet for Liang Chaosu stated with unusual certainty, “A penetrating fatal wound; getting out of bed early will have incalculable consequences.”
Liang Chaosu’s forced flight to Europe this time, plus spitting blood and losing consciousness, his condition remains unknown.
With his whereabouts temporarily uncertain, Liang Zhengping was less wary and instead felt it was a great opportunity.
He entered the Mo family residence at nine o’clock.
Mo Shifu had just finished tidying himself up and came down from the second floor to greet him.
“Zhengping, thanks to you, I could stand up and walk last night. I’m seeing you today.”
Liang Zhengping was indifferent, showing no surprise, nor any resentment on his face for being betrayed and losing the initiative.
Mo Shifu’s heart sank, and he invited him to sit down.
“I know you won’t believe me no matter how I explain.”
Liang Zhengping’s gaze held a sinister mockery; Mo Shifu had avoided meeting him several times before, only offering vague excuses.
His current polite and proactive attitude indicated a shift in the situation, and he had something to ask of him.
Liang Zhengping’s tone was flat, filled with rejection, “Why don’t you just confess directly what you gave him.”
“That unsigned document.”
Liang Zhengping stood up and left.
He had been anxious to return home and hadn’t expected Liang Chaosu to agree so readily; what he exchanged with Mo Shicheng were approval documents from many years ago, where Zhou Dazhi was ordered to sabotage a government project and falsely incriminate an opponent.
The initial amount was small, and his involvement could be inferred from the text, but without signed evidence, only the final deposit for the bank loan required his signature.
He had suspected this when Liang Chaosu threatened him that day. If Liang Chaosu had the signed copy in hand, he would have submitted it directly, leading to his immediate arrest and detention.
There was no need for us to concede to each other; it would be a draw.
Now that the leverage was confirmed, his chances were high.
“Zhengping, please stay.”
Liang Zhengping ignored him.
“Don’t you see your son’s intentions even now?”
Liang Zhengping stopped at the doorway, “What do you mean?”
Mo Shifu raised his hand, and the butler made a phone call.
A timid and weak voice replied, “Mr. Mo, hello, should I speak directly now?”
“Go ahead. Tell this friend of mine what your son said in the airport staff lounge in his own words.”
Liang Zhengping’s gaze swept back sharply, dark and cold.
The butler’s hand trembled, and he turned the volume up to maximum.
Mo Shifu had certainly instructed him beforehand; the young man’s narration was clear and concise.
Liang Zhengping’s expression darkened when he heard about the destruction of the Liang family, followed by “ruined foundations,” “father’s evidence,” and “Liang clan captured in one fell swoop.” The veins on his forehead and neck almost burst through his skin; it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him on a frigid winter day, followed by several iron bars, enraging him to the point of being unsteady.
Mo Shifu instructed a maid to help him back.
“Do you understand now why Lin Xianzi’s attitude wasn’t so strong or forceful after Liang Chaosu went to Europe, and why she even softened towards you?”
Liang Zhengping sat slumped, leaning against the sofa as if half-dead, his aura grim and oppressive.
“You knew about this all along?”
Mo Shifu merely smiled without speaking.
“He’s truly gone mad, that ungrateful son—”
“Actually, I envy you for that. I fear not a son’s ferocity like a tiger or wolf, but rather a lack of talent coupled with greed for ambition, a belly full of schemes and ruthlessness, and then needing an aging father to bail them out.”
“Mo Shicheng at least knows that women are base, inferior to chaff.”
“Vast family fortunes are like dirt, fame and fortune are disregarded. Your son might not be blinded by a woman; his own capabilities are too strong. He was dominant from a young age, and he has overseas assets. Destroying the Liang clan would merely be returning to four years ago.”
Liang Zhengping closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
After a long while, he spoke, his voice exceptionally hoarse, “What do you want to do.”
Mo Shifu understood; the cooperation was settled.
“You return to the country and file a case against him.”
“You provoked him, wanting to perish together with me.”
“My legal team has studied Huaxia’s laws. If that document lacks other evidence, it can only be used to file a case, not for arrest. As for the higher-ups domestically, I believe you know their intentions; they can delay the time.”
Liang Zhengping narrowed his eyes, “Delay for how long?”
“At most a month and a half for me to handle my family affairs. During this period, Liang Chaosu must return to the country for trial, detention, prosecution, and sentencing. Each step must be flawless to prevent him from obstructing me.”
Liang Zhengping said, “If he goes in, the ones above will come for me next.”
“You should have heard of the wanted fugitive, the armed kidnapper from Hong Kong who has been on the run for many years. Shicheng has extensive experience in helping people leave the country. Once you send Liang Chaosu in, before they settle accounts with you domestically, Shicheng will help you change your name and live freely abroad.”
Liang Zhengping showed no expression.
“You don’t trust me?” Mo Shifu opened a drawer in the coffee table and handed him a document, “Seven percent of Mo Clan Group’s shares, plus my independent hypermarket brand, and Liang Chaosu’s overseas assets. I’ll send people to investigate them for you.”
Liang Zhengping carefully flipped through it.
Mo Shifu was truly willing to bleed money.
“I also know you once had intentions to enter politics. Although you’d have to change your identity and could never use your real name again, it would be a new beginning. Go to a small country, and perhaps you could even be a state governor or emperor; that might be your destined glory.”
“As for your wife, she is carrying a child. After you return to the country, you can send her out first. If she comes to Singapore, I guarantee not a single hair on her head will be harmed. If you don’t believe me, go anywhere in the world.”
“Nianci can choose where she wants to go.” Liang Zhengping closed the document, pondered for a while, “I need to have this contract reviewed by a specialist before I can agree to it. In the meantime, first investigate Liang Chaosu’s whereabouts.”
Mo Shifu nodded, “Of course. His sudden concealment of his tracks is itself an omen of abnormal activity.”
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Three days later, in the suburbs of Stone Town, France.
When Liang Chaosu regained consciousness, it was dusk. The window to the side of the bed was closed, but the curtains were drawn open.
The sky was filled with orange rosy clouds, illuminating the gently undulating hills outside the window. The lavender fields in June had just begun to flower, their color close to grayish-purple, not yet at their peak.
He turned his head and gazed out in silence.
Xiao Da entered and was startled by his eyes; he hurriedly called for a doctor.
The scene outside instantly became chaotic. Six or seven white coats finished their examination, and Su Chenghuai stood by his bedside.
Liang Chaosu opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and weak, barely sustained, “Is there a change domestically?”
Su Chenghuai stood straight, “No. You were critically ill at the airport that day; the doctor even issued a notice of critical illness consent form. Xiao Da signed until there was no hope. I left my post without authorization and flew in from the country.”
He had previously been responsible for some of Liang Chaosu’s overseas asset projects and had more connections than Xiao Da, who was a personal assistant.
Before departing, he contacted the Mayo Clinic. After landing, he transferred directly to the private medical team he had assembled at the Provence suburban manor Liang Chaosu had purchased two years prior.
“Did my father go to Singapore?”
Su Chenghuai paused; he understood Liang Chaosu’s shrewdness and intelligence, his deep scheming.
After waking up, no matter how the situation changed, human nature remained the same. As long as Liang Zhengping’s personality didn’t change, he wouldn’t escape his calculations.
“The doctor just repeatedly stressed that you must rest more.”
Liang Chaosu looked at him.
He lay down, while Su Chenghuai stood. He was critically ill, pale and frail, while Su Chenghuai was healthy but appeared much weaker.
Su Chenghuai lowered his head; his gaze was calm, yet it weighed down his guilt even further.
Fortunately, Liang Chaosu rarely stared at others for a long time, and his gaze shifted back to the window.
“If I rest, will you all lose your jobs in middle age?”
