Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Chapter 200 Spy Organization

"Who?" Mu Qingyuan's face was frosty.

"Signed, signed... the equity transfer agreement..."

Mu Qingyuan frowned. He really didn't understand Grandpa Mu. He didn't acknowledge him but valued him, and made him feel miserable, but in the end he transferred those shares to him.

Very ill!

That’s right, I’m dying, how can my brain be in good shape?

Mu Qingyuan took out a pen and paper and signed quickly under the guidance of his lawyer.

He stood up straight, looked at the old man on the bed, and said, "Can you tell me now?"

“…You…come here…”

Mr. Mu was running out of breath, and his words were almost in a whisper.

Mu Qingyuan bent down and moved closer.

"Look, look at Jian, Jian Zhinian...he is...important..."

Mu Qingyuan was anxious and asked, "Who is it?"

"...Song, Song Liang...is a...quick...run..."

drop--

There was a sharp sound and a straight line on the heart monitor.

As this sharp sound rang out, everyone outside the house rushed in, screams, calls for rescue and cries came one after another, making a mess.

Mu Qingyuan stood up, feeling a little numb and confused.

"Mr. Mu, I want to give you some of the things that the old man collected when he was occasionally sober this year, along with this share transfer agreement."

Mu Qingyuan turned around and looked at the lawyer who had been standing next to him. He was about fifty years old and was probably the old man's confidant.

He reached out and took it, quickly flipping through it amid the noisy and chaotic crying.

There wasn't much, just a few pieces of paper and a few words, not enough to be convincing, but enough to shock Mu Qingyuan.

His fingers were clasped on the thin paper, his lips were tightly pursed, and his whole body was like a hidden sword, exuding a terrifying aura.

Suddenly, he grabbed Jian Zhinian's wrist and strode out.

He stuffed Jian Zhinian into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.

Jian Zhinian saw that his face was not right, so he grabbed his arm and said, "Qingyuan, you are emotionally unstable, I will drive!"

"No, I'm calm. ..."

Without waiting for Jian Zhinian's reaction, Mu Qingyuan quickly started the car and drove out of the Mu family's old house. He slowed down in an area with light traffic.

Jian Zhinian saw that he seemed to have really calmed down, so he asked, "Qingyuan, what did the old man say to you?"

The voice from Mr. Mu's back was too weak and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Mu Qingyuan looked very unhappy and said, "He said it was Song Liangjie, and he wanted to kill both of us!"

Jian Zhinian was shocked and said, "Song Liangjie? No way, is it just because..."

Jian Zhinian couldn't say it.

Song Liangjie had no feelings for him at all. It was impossible that he would fight to the point of death just because of physical desires, right?

Peach Blossom Evil doesn’t develop like this!

He just couldn't understand it.

Mu Qingyuan took a deep breath to regulate his heartbeat. The old man's last words were unclear, and he couldn't figure out the old man's intention of forcing him to come this time.

——Are you optimistic about Jian Zhinian?

Jian Zhinian, he will naturally take care of it. Does he need the old man to remind him?

Moreover, the old man himself said that he wanted to kill Jian Zhinian at first, so why did he suddenly change his attitude...

If you have such good intentions, why didn't you tell him earlier? Why did you have to wait until before you die?

Until I saw those pieces of paper about Song Liangjie and his conspiracy, as well as some investigations on Jian Zhinian and speculations about Song Liangjie...

Mu Qingyuan's mind was working rapidly, something vaguely took shape in his mind, and he immediately dialed Mu Jisheng's number.

Since the last shareholders' meeting, the old man had been hospitalized and seemed to have been receiving treatment in a hospital in City S. How come he suddenly returned to his hometown...

Mu Jisheng seemed to be busy. It took a long time for him to answer the phone, and it was a bit noisy on the line.

"Qingyuan, the old man is really gone, you..."

"Uncle San, I have something to ask you." Mu Qingyuan said in a serious voice.

"what's up?"

Mu Jisheng found a quiet place to talk. Now the most capable person in the Mu family is Mu Qingyuan, so he gave him some face.

"Hasn't the old man been in S City for treatment? Why did he suddenly return to the old house?"

Mu Jisheng sighed sadly and said, "After your car accident, the old man fell into a coma soon. Last week, I discussed with your father about returning to the hospital in his hometown for recuperation. Maybe the old man liked the climate in his hometown more, and he woke up a few days ago..."

"As soon as he woke up, he called a lawyer and drafted a share transfer agreement... Then today his condition suddenly took a turn for the worse and he was almost dying. He held on for his last breath and said he wanted to see you..."

Mu Qingyuan's deep eyes were as sharp as a knife in the cold night: "Who has been taking care of the old man in the hospital in S City? Has anyone come to visit him?"

"We hired a nurse, and no one special came to visit... Ah, there was a young man who came at the end of last year. He said his last name was Song and he was a close friend of the old man.

He came twice later. Strangely enough, every time he came, the old man was sober..."

"Where's the nurse?"

"The nurse was fired after we were discharged from the hospital..."

For a moment, Mu Qingyuan couldn't care less.

"I understand. Thank you, Uncle San."

He hung up the phone, frowned and carefully recalled the old man's last words.

Song Liang...Jian? Song Liangjie?

There is still one last desperate effort to "go".

All the information was gathered together to form a line in Mu Qingyuan's mind, a plot that ordinary people would never think of...

I think that Mr. Mu also realized it vaguely after a short period of clarity, so he tried to get rid of Song Liangjie's surveillance.

Song Liangjie's final target might be Jian Zhinian.

Not because of unattainable desire, but because...

Mu Qingyuan turned his head and took a deep look at Jian Zhinian who was sitting in the passenger seat. He suddenly murmured, "Zhizhi, how far have you come in the field of scientific research..."

"What did you say?"

Jian Zhinian glanced at the rearview mirror. Mu Qingyuan's voice was too low and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Mu Qingyuan didn't say anything, he made another call.

Zhou Rui, who was far away abroad, was still in daylight and answered the call quickly.

The other party said in a brisk tone: "Boss Mu, what else do you want me to do?"

"Zhou Rui, help me check Song Liangjie right now... Yes, the one I asked you to check last year... Focus on checking whether he has joined any spy agencies or organizations..."