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Chapter 762 Ancestral Secret Recipe, What Misunderstanding

Lu Chen's voice was low-pitched, and the sound quality was slow and deep.

Zhao Yong could hear every word clearly, just listening to it made him break out in a cold sweat.

"You...what do you want to hear? You've been beaten into a trick at this time." Zhao Yong said.

Lu Chen said: "It was you who beat me, you really thought I couldn't find out, you are far away from your hometown in Shigou Village, Fuchun Town, Linxi Province, where your mother Cai Chunfang lived.

Just a month ago, her card had an extra 30 yuan.

Need me to recall for you, the source of this money? "

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Zhao Yong said, "I don't know anyone named Cai Chunfang at all."

Lu Chen was not in a hurry, and his tone was still calm, giving people a sense of planning.

He said: "I didn't expect you to admit it, but, of course, Cai Chunfang is not your biological mother, she is your adoptive mother, because there are few adoption procedures, so in the name of the law, you and Cai Chunfang don't seem to have any relationship. However, you are a filial son. Even if you have no academic relationship or legal constraints, you are grateful for Cai Chunfang's kindness in nurturing you, and you are still very filial to Cai Chunfang who raised you. Although this kind of thing takes a little time, you can do it casually. I found out as soon as I went to Shigou Village to inquire about it."

Shigou Village is more than 1000 kilometers away from the Imperial Capital.

Lu Chen just sent someone to Zhao Yong's hometown to investigate. Zhao Yong had been away from home for many years. At first, Lu Chen didn't expect to be able to investigate anything, but he didn't expect that there would be a big discovery.

"Your adoptive mother is not in good health. I heard that the disease can only be cured in the imperial capital or a first-tier city like Shanghai."

Zhao Yong drives a muck truck on the construction site. In recent years, real estate has been booming, and his income is not bad, but in the face of Cai Chunfang's illness, it is only a drop in the bucket, and it is far from plugging the big hole in medical expenses.

Just when he was short of money, short of money, and devastated, at this time, a big pie fell from the sky.

So he was tempted and wanted to take this shortcut.

It was just a drunk driving. As long as he controlled the speed of the car, the impact of the accident would not be great. He would spend a few years in prison at most, but he could get 30 yuan for his mother's medical expenses.

After thinking about it, he naturally couldn't resist the temptation of 30 yuan.

It's just that he didn't expect that the person he bumped into would be Li Yanxiao.

Not to mention that a rich man like Li Yanxiao probably has persecution paranoia, and when something happens, he will suspect that it is not an accident, but man-made.

Therefore, there is now this matter.

"It's all said and done, don't you have anything to say?" Lu Chen asked Zhao Yong, thinking that he was a dutiful son, and he didn't kill him.

Zhao Yong pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and his whole body was tense.

"It seems that Mr. Zhao's memory is not very good, but it's okay. I have a secret recipe handed down from my ancestors, which specializes in treating amnesia and low memory. Absolutely... the medicine will cure the disease." Lu Chen hooked his index finger and signaled the people under him, " Go, pull out one of his nails, and help him recall the ins and outs of this matter."

This is the so-called ancestral secret recipe? ? ?

Do you have any misunderstanding about the secret recipe handed down from your ancestors?
Zhao Yong was controlled by two Kong Wu's powerful men, and he was firmly pressed on the ground, struggling and motionless.

"Pull." Lu Chen said.

"Ah—" Immediately afterwards, there was a scream like a pig in the house.

The nails were attached to the flesh, and they were forcibly born. The pain was excruciating, and the pain was heart-piercing.

(End of this chapter)