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Chapter 633 The Farmer and the Snake
Thinking about it, she had a week's rest this time, so she took Ah Xiang, Sasha, Xiao Shui and the other three to participate in a luxury seven-day tour of Europe. In fact, this was the first time that the three women met each other. At the beginning, everyone seemed a little embarrassed. Ah Xiang and Sasha looked at Suning with anger, wishing they could kill the shameless man in front of them on the spot.

Suning seemed to have built an iron wall and didn't care about the aggressive looks from A Xiang and Sasha. Instead, he took the initiative to push the luggage of the three people into the airport. After a series of security checks and ticket checks, the four of them boarded a flight to Venice, the water city of Italy.

"Suning, Xiaoshui should be in her third year of high school, right?" After the four of them settled into first class, Sasha, seeing Suning's impassive look, could only helplessly ask, "Logically, Xiaoshui shouldn't have time to travel, right?"

"Sister Sasha, although I'm already in my third year of high school, it's okay for me to go out and play for a week." Before Suning could respond to Sasha, Xiaoshui beside her immediately explained to Sasha with a smile.

"Xiao Shui, you actually know me?" Sasha couldn't help but be surprised when he heard that Xiao Shui actually knew him.

"I know you! My cousin told me about you and Sister Xiang, and even showed me a photo of you two. I hope you both will like me in the future."

"Bah! Scumbag." Xiaoshui's words made it impossible for Sasha and Axiang to respond, so they looked at the complacent Suning, and both Sasha and Axiang said with contempt at the same time.

Suning didn't care about the three women's strangeness at all. They all needed to get used to these things anyway. Although the three of them felt a bit embarrassed now, he believed that they would soon become a family under his care.

Today, Xiaoshui is already nineteen years old and has grown into a real young lady. This trip to Europe is not only to relax her recent tense mood, but also to better complete the next plan. These plans are almost related to her further advancement in status, so it is really important for Suning.

In the CEO's office of Yan's Group in Bangkok, Mr. Yan looked out through the glass wall of his office at the bustling streets of Bangkok. He asked his confidant, Thaksin, in a quiet voice, "Thaksin, has Suning boarded the plane?"

"Yes! There are three women with him." Thaksin has been paying attention to Suning's every move, and feels envious and jealous of Suning's elegance.

"Hehe! This kid is indeed a talent. It would be great if he could be used by me." Thinking of Suning's hidden thoughts, Mr. Yan said with a sneer.

"Mr. Yan, Suning is a poisonous snake. A poisonous snake will never be grateful to a farmer." Having followed Mr. Yan for so many years and knowing how suspicious he was, Thaksin immediately followed Mr. Yan's thoughts and said.

“Hehe! Actually, I, a farmer, am also an expert snake catcher. Even if he is the most poisonous slender-scaled taipan, he can never escape from my Five Finger Mountain.” After hearing Thaksin’s metaphor of the farmer and the snake, Mr. Yan looked at his right hand confidently.

"Mr. Yan, do you want me to send someone to Italy to keep an eye on them?" Seeing Mr. Yan so confident, Thaksin immediately made a suggestion to Mr. Yan.

"No need! Just let him relax. After all, his good days won't last long." At this time, Mr. Yan had lost his patience with Suning and was ready to wait until Suning returned from Europe to take action against him.

"Yes! Mr. Yan." Hearing that Mr. Yan had lost his patience, Thaksin immediately felt nervous.

"Also, tomorrow is the anniversary of my wife's death. Please prepare a car for me. I want to go visit her grave."

"Yes! Mr. Yan." Thaksin knew that Mr. Yan would go to the cemetery alone to sweep his wife's grave on this day every year.

Speaking of Mr. Yan’s first wife, Wantaklin, she is also a very legendary figure in Thailand. Because Wantaklin’s family has a certain status in Thailand, after marrying Mr. Yan, a poor boy who just came to Thailand from Taiwan, she has been supporting Mr. Yan to become stronger and bigger in Thailand step by step. Therefore, Mr. Yan’s feelings for his wife Wantaklin are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The next day, Mr. Yan got up very early, washed himself carefully, and then changed into his most fitting clothes, because he wanted to meet his wife in the best possible way. Then he drove the luxury car prepared by Thaksin to the cemetery in the suburbs of Bangkok.

Holding a bunch of his wife's favorite flowers, Mr. Yan walked step by step to his wife's tombstone. Panting, Mr. Yan suddenly felt that he was really old. Then he placed the flowers in front of his wife's tombstone with a wry smile, and looked at the photo of his wife Wanta Klin on the tombstone affectionately.

"Wantacleen, I'm here to see you."

At this moment, Mr. Yan suddenly felt as if there was some movement behind him. When he turned around in surprise to check the situation, someone put a knife to his neck from behind. He measured the situation of both sides with the corner of his eyes and realized that the attacker should be just a small man.

Mr. Yan felt the sharp pain in his neck. His brain cleared up and immediately started working at high speed. He could only ask the attacker uncertainly, "You are Song Cha?"

"Hehe! Mr. Yan is indeed worthy of being Mr. Yan. He can still be so clear-headed even when being controlled by others." Upon hearing that Mr. Yan had guessed his identity, the attacker said with a contemptuous and mocking tone.

"Song Cha, do you know what you are doing?" After confirming the true identity of the attacker, Mr. Yan once again regained the demeanor of a big boss.

"Hmph! Mr. Yan, I've risked my life for you for so many years, but I never thought you would treat me like this." Song Cha hated the pressure from a big shot like Mr. Yan, and immediately started complaining with gritted teeth.

"Song Cha, it's your fault for colluding with the Annan Gang. Weren't you the one who betrayed me first?" In fact, Mr. Yan also felt very aggrieved at this time. It seemed that he had always been the one being betrayed.

"Bullshit! Who in the Yan Group hasn't had contact with other gangs? Do you think your confidant Thaksin has never done such a thing?" For an employee, loyalty doesn't matter, so employees and bosses always have irreconcilable conflicts.

"What?" Mr. Yan was immediately shocked after hearing Song Cha's statement. Then, realizing that now was not the right time to provoke the other party, he tried to remain calm and said, "Song Cha, it was Su Ning who came to me with the recorder of your conversation with the Annan Gang. You should seek revenge on that Su Ning."

"Hmph! Mr. Yan, do you know who sent me the message asking me to escape?" Song Cha was not concerned about what Mr. Yan said. Instead, he asked Mr. Yan with a sneer on his face.

"Ah? Who is it?" In fact, Mr. Yan has always been curious about this question.

"Haha, it's your confidant Thaksin." Looking at the clueless Mr. Yan, Song Cha couldn't help but laugh. "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible." Hearing that his confidant Thaksin had also betrayed him, Mr. Yan immediately became furious, forgetting that he couldn't anger Song Cha.

"Haha, Mr. Yan, I was actually as shocked as you at that time. Later I realized that it was because you were too ruthless. People like us saw no hope at all." Looking at the furious and confused Mr. Yan in front of him, Song Cha laughed so hard that tears came out.

"Song Cha, I've been so good to you, aren't you satisfied?" Mr. Yan was completely confused by the betrayal of his subordinates one after another.

"Good? You let us do all the dirty work, but in the end we don't even have any shares to rely on. Can you still call this good for us?" Hearing Mr. Yan's self-satisfied tone, Song Cha questioned Mr. Yan again in anger.

"Hmph! You've already received high salaries, yet you still dream of getting shares in the group. Don't you even look at which company in Thailand would give shares to its employees?" Upon hearing that Song Cha actually wanted to get his hands on the group's shares to become the owner, Mr. Yan said to Song Cha with a look of disdain on his face.

"High salary? The high salary you Mr. Yan gives is not even enough to pay for my child's medical treatment. What kind of high salary is this?" When Song Cha mentioned the so-called high salary of Mr. Yan, he was so angry that his whole body began to tremble.

At the beginning, Song Cha was really doing well in Yan's Group. He was very satisfied with both his family and career, and even bought his favorite Hummer H3. However, things happened unexpectedly. His son got a serious lung disease. Not only did he spend all of Song Cha's savings, but he was also notified by the hospital that he was sentenced to death. That's why he took the risk and colluded with the Annan Gang.

"Impossible! What disease does your son have? How could it cost so much money?" Mr. Yan could not accept what Song Cha said.

"Hmph! Mr. Yan, I hate the tone of people like you who are so arrogant that I really want to bite you to death one bite at a time." Hearing Mr. Yan's nonchalant tone, Song Cha felt so angry that his teeth were itching.

"Songcha, don't get excited! You have followed me for so many years, you should know that I also came from a poor background. When I first came to Thailand from Taiwan, I was also penniless." Seeing that there was no way to convince Songcha, Mr. Yan could only play the emotional card.

"Mr. Yan, but you have changed." Hearing Mr. Yan's words, Song Cha roared hysterically.

"No! I don't! Don't you need money for your son's medical treatment? I will give you money, a lot of money, as much as you want." Feeling the anger from Song Cha, Mr. Yan was really confused. He had no way of understanding the mentality of people like Song Cha.

"Idiot! Do you think you can buy your life back with money? To be honest, someone has already saved my son."

"Ah? That's perfect! I'll give you $10 million, and you still have to raise the child, right?"

"Bah! Mr. Yan, aren't you curious about who can bring my son back to life when the doctor pronounced him dead?" Song Cha was very disdainful of the 10 million yuan offered by Mr. Yan to buy his son's life, and said to Mr. Yan sarcastically again.

"Ah? Who is it?" Mr. Yan was not interested in this and just wanted to comfort Song Cha as much as possible.

"Suning."

"What? Song Cha, what did you say?" Mr. Yan was confused when he heard the name Song Cha said.

"Mr. Yan, I said it was Suning who saved my son." Song Cha repeated it to Mr. Yan.

"Song Cha, what's going on?" Just after Mr. Yan felt confused and shocked, he immediately realized that he was seriously lacking in information.

"Tsk! It seems that you know nothing about Suning's abilities! Suning's greatest skill is medical skills, the kind of magical medical skills that can bring the dead back to life." Song Cha was disdainful of Mr. Yan's ignorance, and his face was full of admiration when he talked about Suning.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible." Mr. Yan felt bad at this moment.

"Hehe! I had heard there was a prescription for treating lung disease in Chinatown, so I took my son to Chinatown with the mentality of giving it a try. Then Songkan, a barefoot doctor in Chinatown, contacted Suning for me. When I saw Suning, I was completely stunned. In the end, my son recovered his health under Suning's treatment."

"Song Cha, Suning is the most poisonous taipan. You can't be fooled by him. I even suspect that Suning embezzled 300 kilograms of gold from the Yan Group." Mr. Yan also heard Song Cha's admiration for Suning, and immediately said to Song Cha excitedly.

"Hmph! Mr. Yan, this is the end of working for you. I work so hard but still end up being suspected by you." Hearing Mr. Yan's suspicion of Suning, Song Cha said again with disdain on his face.

"Song Cha, I'm telling the truth. With Suning's amazing skills and abilities, how could he not be able to recover the stolen gold? It must have been secretly embezzled by Suning." Seeing Song Cha's face full of disdain, Mr. Yan couldn't help but get excited.

"Humph! What does this have to do with me?"

"Song Cha, did Suning ask you to kill me?" Mr. Yan realized something belatedly at this time, and asked Song Cha in disbelief.

"Hehe, Mr. Yan, you'd better go down and ask the King of Hell!" Song Cha certainly knew that Mr. Yan had been delaying time, but when Mr. Yan came to sweep the graves every year, he never let anyone follow him, so Song Cha was not worried about anyone coming. Then Song Cha sneered and slashed with the knife.

At this time, Mr. Yan, who was lying in a pool of blood, tried desperately to cover his throat, trying to stop the bleeding wound on his neck, but the increasing amount of bright red blood showed that it was in vain. Soon, Mr. Yan died with his eyes wide open in horror.

Seeing that Mr. Yan had completely stopped breathing, Song Cha turned around and left without noticing that the photo of Mr. Yan's wife on the tombstone suddenly smiled.
(End of this chapter)