In an instant, the world spun, and Song Junhan's face was filled with despair.
At the same time, at the research institute, President Su, who had not answered Song Junhan's call, stood before Xiang Xueyuan, sweating, in a posture of offering himself for punishment.
"Old Su, don't be so nervous." Xiang Xueyuan sat behind his desk, a gentle smile on his face. "You've been with me for so many years, how could I doubt your loyalty? Everyone makes mistakes, just relax a little."
Hearing Xiang Xueyuan's words, President Su dared to breathe a sigh of relief, and his face showed an awkward, apologetic smile.
"It's just that things have escalated so much..." Xiang Xueyuan said. "Song Junhan has cost us so much in terms of financial and material resources without proving anything substantial. Such a person no longer needs to be kept in the organization. Arrange for someone to deal with it cleanly."
"Yes." President Su quickly agreed.
"It's getting late, you should go back and rest." Xiang Xueyuan said. "The research institute will open next week, and I have many things to attend to. I won't keep you."
President Su immediately bowed and retreated. As soon as he entered the elevator, President Su's expression turned grim.
This Song Junhan is truly an useless person, a good-for-nothing!
He had originally wanted to help him out of consideration for Su Wan, but later, seeing that he had some talent, even though Su Wan said she no longer liked him, he had never restricted him financially or in terms of power.
Who would have thought that this Song Junhan would be so incompetent, causing such a huge disaster for him as soon as Xiang Xueyuan returned.
Damn it!
If he hadn't immediately rushed over from the capital to offer himself for punishment, he might have been the next one ordered to be eliminated tonight!
Damn thing!
President Su now truly wished he could grind Song Junhan into ashes!
He didn't dare to delay. He still had to monitor matters in the capital, and the Lei family was the top priority.
If this matter was messed up again, he was afraid he would only have a dead end!
Thinking of this, President Su wiped the sweat from his forehead, hurried into his car, took out his phone, and contacted the number saved as "444" in his contacts.
The other party was also efficient and clean, only replying, "Understood," before hanging up.
That night, Song Junhan paced back and forth in his home. He was unwilling to accept defeat like this. He still had life goals, and he wanted to keep climbing.
He constantly called the influential figures in his contacts, but none of them answered.
"Damn, damn!" Song Junhan picked up the cup of water on the table and drank it down, only to find the taste a bit strange.
His eyes darted, a wave of fear washed over him, and he immediately threw himself by the sink in the bathroom, trying to vomit by digging at his throat.
A person suddenly appeared behind Song Junhan, grabbed his collar, and flung him towards the door.
"You! Who are you!" Song Junhan looked at the shadow in front of him with a face full of horror. The more he tried to see the figure clearly, the blurrier his vision became.
Finally, he could only crawl on the ground, stretching out his hand with difficulty to beg for help: "Don't... don't kill me... I... I'll give you money... give me another chance... don't..."
His limbs grew stiffer, his tongue more numb, his vision blurred, and his brain became muddled. The only thing that remained clear was the pain.
From the moment his skin was touched by the first flame, he was in so much pain that he wanted to scream, but he couldn't even make a sound.
Outside the door, there were chaotic footsteps and the clamor of fire alarms.
He wanted to cry for help, to seek a glimmer of hope, but he couldn't do anything.
It hurt, it hurt so much!
Outside the door, people were rescuing, shouting if anyone was still inside.
"No one left, everyone escaped."
[No! It's not like this! I'm still here! Save me! I don't want to die! Save me!]
Being burned alive not only brought pain but also despair.
Song Junhan remained in his fallen posture until he was burned to death, maintaining clear sensations of pain. On his unrecognizable face, despair was etched so clearly.
Song Junhan's death was reported the next morning.
A fire raged overnight, burning more than half of the building. Most residents had managed to escape.
Only Song Junhan was trapped in the inferno.
The autopsy report also came out quickly, confirming that the deceased had ingested an excessive amount of sleeping pills before sleeping, which prevented him from escaping the blaze. Song Junhan's private doctor and assistant provided testimonies confirming that Song Junhan had suffered from severe insomnia and had been taking sleeping pills.
This time, it was due to the incident with "I am the Great City Lord" that his insomnia had worsened, causing him to disregard medical advice and take a large dose of sleeping pills. After falling into a deep sleep, he was unable to hear the fire alarm.
The source of the fire was a resident who had gone on vacation and had not turned off the bedroom power or closed the windows, indirectly leading to an electrical short circuit.
It was eventually ruled as: accidental death.
The matter was resolved so smoothly, so smoothly that onlookers could only sigh: life is unpredictable.
The influential figures and media personnel who had previously blocked Song Junhan now took to the internet to lament Song Junhan as a very capable and responsible young man, while also urging everyone to use electricity reasonably and safely.
And then...
There was nothing more.
Xia Qingtian stared at the report for a long time, stunned.
He's dead?
He died like this, at this time?
"What are you thinking about?" Gu Yaoyang placed a plate of washed fruit in front of Xia Qingtian. "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm fine." Xia Qingtian put the iPad aside. The text on the screen was delicately arranged, with a black and white photo prominently displayed in the upper right corner.
Gu Yaoyang merely glanced at it before locking the iPad and placing it further away. "Nothing to see."
"Do you believe it was an accidental death?" Xia Qingtian asked Gu Yaoyang.
"Whether I believe it or not doesn't matter," Gu Yaoyang said. "The person is already dead, and pursuing it further is meaningless."
"That's true." Xia Qingtian finally responded and lowered her eyes. "I just find it a bit sudden. Last Friday night, there was still an online uproar about Junlin Entertainment. How long has it been? Half an hour ago, Junlin Entertainment announced its dissolution and that it would complete all liquidation within a week."
"The business world is like a battlefield, this isn't particularly unusual." Gu Yaoyang looked at Xia Qingtian and asked, "Tomorrow is the board meeting for the Xia Corporation. How is your preparation?"
"How is it? We'll deal with whatever comes our way." Xia Qingtian smiled. "Judging by the current situation, the chances of winning this battle are quite high."
"Do you need me to be there tomorrow?" Gu Yaoyang asked.
"No need, you've already helped me a lot." Xia Qingtian shook her head. "I can handle the rest myself."
"Alright." Gu Yaoyang smiled faintly. "Has Lei Xirui contacted you recently? How is her situation?"