Chapter 144:

Ding Yu never knew that an hour's drive would be such a long period of time, until some people may have crossed from middle age to middle age, from middle age to old age, and then died silently. He looked at the road ahead for a while, and then looked at the mobile phone placed on the dashboard, lest the rapid ringtone would bring news of his collapse.
Every time, when the ringtone of the mobile phone rings, he will have a feeling of panic, the whole person is clearly afraid of suffocation, but he dare not take it.
"Mr. Ding, we have sent out an apology letter, and everyone in the company has changed it; we have also deleted the negative comments; the hot search was withdrawn; I have edited the apology letter for you, and I will send it to you now. See? "The manager of the public relations department reported the situation diligently.
"How did the outside world react?" Ding Yu opened his tie and asked in a mute voice.
"The outside world said that our group was kidnapped by Mr. Fangallo, which made us blink." The manager of the public relations department selected one of the most classic comments.
"Fart was kidnapped! You responded to the netizens one by one, saying that the relationship between our group and Mr. Fangalo is very friendly, and there will be a lot of cooperation in the future, and there will be no conflicts or conflicts! It's a family like brothers! Who the attack Van Gollo, who will fight against our triumphant group, we will spare no effort to hold this person accountable! Just like that, let those blackspots and sprays him to Laozi To shut up!"
"Okay, okay, I'm going to ask the Marines to help Mr. Fangalo whitewash. That letter of apology ..."
"You read it to me, I tell you how to change it, I am driving now, and it is not convenient for me to look at my cell phone." Ding Yu's heart shrank more and more tightly, almost making him unable to breathe because he knew what was going on now. Not just time, but also triumphant life. The road he is driving today may be the road of hope, or it may be the last road that he can never say goodbye to from his friends.
His forehead was cold and sweaty, but he still listened carefully to the manager's words, pondered and pondered the letter of apology she had written, and then changed it, showing full sincerity. He was born and wealthy, but he wasn't a dude. He can be ruthless and ruthless when counting people, and he can put down his body when asking for help.
Corrected the letter of apology, he let the manager of the public relations department immediately publish it, and after careful caution: "Control public opinion, don't let netizens put our Triumph Group and Fangalo in the hostile two camps, exacerbating us Conflicts and contradictions. If you do n’t want the company ’s stock price to continue to plummet, just apologize to Van Gogh, do you understand? "
"Understood, so it's true that only Fangallo can cure Fan's disease, right?" The manager of the public relations department asked carefully.
Ding Yu was silent for a long time before trembling: "... Yes!" Rather than saying that he was answering, it was better to say that he was making a wish. The little hope left in his heart was magnified many times by his obsession.
"Okay, then I'll go to control public opinion." The manager of the public relations department hung up the phone.
The triumphant group, which originally violently attacked Van Gogh, suddenly turned its spearhead and began to attack Van Gogh ’s black powder and spray guns. This riotous operation saw a fool of netizens, and the police issued a timely case briefing and the reporter ’s disclosure of Van Gogh ’s disease. The heavy photos and the doctor's diagnosis have completely cleared up this confusing case.
[Van Galo ’s prophecy must have come true. The life of Vatican ’s triumph is now hanging on him, and the Triumphant Clan must of course die in death! Aging for several decades within a few hours, this is definitely a disease, not a poison! 】
[So it ’s hard to kill your mouth! 】
[Look up to Brahma! 】
[Vatican · Prophet Great Galo! 】
Netizens seem to have guessed the truth, saying that they have moved to a small bench to wait for the subsequent development. If Van Gogh can really restore the health of a person suffering from mortal disease, then no need to ask, he is definitely a fairy!
Xinghui's stock price quickly ushered in a sudden rise, and Cao Xiaohui has long been accustomed to this kind of ups and downs, ups and downs ... Life is sitting comfortably in the office drinking coffee, and blowing to two assistants Cowhide: "Look at it, you look at it, I said that I don't have to waste that money to withdraw the hot search, and I don't have to ask the Marines to wash the teacher Fan, he can do everything by himself! Yo, President Ding also sent an apology I ’ll take a look, hahaha, this kneeling and licking posture is pretty standard, I ’ll give Mr. Ding a thumbs up! "
When the public opinion was completely reversed, Ding Yu finally reached the Moon Bay Community, and then flew all the way to the No. 1 building and took the elevator to the 18th floor. The door bell rang with cold sweat, and the heart beat faster than the door bell.
"Van Gallo, Teacher Vatican, please help!" The door opened, and he bowed a ninety degree bow. There was no half-grievance in his hoarse voice, but full of anxiety and sincerity. To save his friend, he can endure any humiliation. It is useless to have a hard mouth and hard bones.
But it wasn't Fangallo who opened the door, but Song Rui. He observed the two hairpins above Ding Yu's head with great interest, and quickly gave him a psychological analysis. After finishing his beckoning to the balcony, "Ding Yu, a friend of Vatican Triumph, the one who made you fortune-telling at the banquet last time.
"Ah, I'll be here soon." Van Gaal put a few bugs in the fish tank and patted the little yellow man's head. Then he walked to the entrance and changed his shoes. He said very gently and politely, "Please wait . "
There was no ridiculous sarcasm, no high-level difficulties, and no deliberate insults, and the young man walked out of the room so naturally that he was ready to go to the hospital to help Vatican.
Ding Yu came to blame, but also came to beg for help, but also to withstand trampling. However, the picture of the villain he had imagined did not appear at all. The other party even took care of himself without even saying one extra word. Elevator down button.
Looking at the young man's straight back, the breath that accumulated in Ding Yu's chest instantly disappeared. He began to wonder what he was doing? Are you really here to ask? Why does his self-righteous low posture appear so hypocritical in front of the youth? Standing behind the young man, he felt the peaceful power spreading from his heart. Ding Yu's spine slowly lingered down. There was an unattainable sense of insignificance and unprecedented shame.
"Did you suddenly feel the gap between being a man?" Song Rui, who stepped out of the room, whispered in Ding Yu's ear, with obvious taunt flashing in her eyes.
Ding Yu's old face blushed more and more embarrassed. He seemed to have misunderstood Van Goro's personhood from beginning to end. Did he ask the triumphal triumph for the old man's house for money? Is it really to avenge the Vatican, raise your eyebrows, and be ashamed? Why are these aggressive words placed on him so inconsistent?
The elevator door opened, and Ding Yu didn't think about it any longer, but quickly caught up with Van Gogh, and said hardly: "Triumph is very sick now, can you save him?"
Fangallo turned his head and stared at his face carefully, pondering: "I was only five or six tenths, but now, I may be able to reassess it."
The cold sweat on Ding Yu's forehead began to rush out densely: "What does the reassessment mean? Is it higher or lower?"
Fortunately, Van Gogh was not interested in tormenting people and said bluntly: "It's high."
Ding Yu's knee shook slightly, almost kneeling for the young man. I do n’t know why. When I saw this man, his inner anxiety actually slowed down a lot. In the words of a fan, he said that there is a soothing power in Van Gogh, looking into his dark and deep. With a light touch of his mind, you can gain the courage and motivation to start sailing again. I believe he is right!
At the time, Ding Yu sneered while deleting these advices to friends to see a doctor, but now he finally understands that the netizen's feeling is right, believe Van Gogh, he will give you strength!
"Will Triumph be okay?" Ding Yu looked straight into the eyes of the young man.
"It will be fine."
Ding Yu's courageousness made Ding Yu's numb heart redeemed by Vanguard's words. However, at this time, the assistant in the hospital actually called and called with a crying voice: "Zhang Ding, Mr. Fan will not work!"
The elevator door opened, and Ding Yu almost ran out with one end. He staggered all the way up the wall and hurriedly asked: "What does it mean to not work? What happened?"
"President Fan has just stopped beating, and is now being pushed into the operating room by the doctor for emergency treatment. The notice of critical illness has come down, and his wife refuses to sign, and she is crying."
The cry of women and the clamor of the crowd came from the microphone. The sorrowful emotions were mixed in this chaos, hitting Ding Yu's eardrum directly, making him dizzy. He snarled: "Tell the doctor that he can't give up anyway, he must rescue the triumphant back! I pay, I have money!"
After hanging up the phone, he looked at Fangallo with crimson eyes and asked, "Don't you say he will be okay? But he is now in the operating room, and even the notice of illness is down! He, he still saves In the face of the only hope, he tried to restrain his original violent temper, so the stern tone slowly became helpless and humble.
"Is he still saved?" He repeated, struggling.
"Save, you now call Van Gogh's lawyer and let Kong Jing make a call there, saying that the will is too late to be notarized. If Van Gogh is dead now, his estate will still be allocated according to the order of the legal heir . This phone call will allow the Vatican to triumph for a while. "Vangelo commanded slowly as he walked out.
When Fan Kaixuan fell ill, Kong Jing also accused Fangalo of poisoning on the Internet, and said that he and Fan Luoshan jointly harmed his son. Fangaloshang did not make any comments to clarify. Fanluoshan jumped out and said that Kong Jing forced the eldest son to sign a will. In order to get this huge legacy, she was the most reasonable person to poison Van Gogh. The couple tore on the Internet particularly hard, exposing their greedy faces.
So people all over the world know that Van Gogh's death will leave tens of billions of legacy, and Kong Jing is the last winner.
Prior to this, Ding Yu had never doubted Kong Jing. After all, she was really grieved and unacceptable after her friend fell ill. She was confused and helpless in her eyes. Now that my friends are all on the operating table, surrounded by a group of doctors for emergency treatment, I call Kong Jing to let her know that the will will not be effective. Can she save her friend through a closed door? What can the doctor do?
Suspects lingered in Ding Yu's mind, but he didn't ask anything, but called the lawyer quickly. This lawyer is also the chief lawyer of Triumph Group. He has to rely on Ding Yu to eat, and will naturally spare no effort to cooperate with him.
"I will call Madam Fan now."
"Notify me when the call is over." Ding Yu ran a few steps and opened the door of the co-pilot for Fangallo.
Fangallo refused him with a wave of his hand, and then opened the door of the rear seat, let Dr. Song go first, and then went up after he finished. He doesn't like sitting with strangers.
Song Rui pressed his fist to his lips and leaned his head out of the window. The eyes under the lens let out a pleasant stream of light.
Ding Yu didn't notice the small details at all, and hurriedly lit the engine after getting on the bus. As soon as he drove the car on the road, the lawyer called and said things were done.
"What is Kong Jing's reaction?" Ding Yu's tone was very bad.
"She was very anxious. She repeatedly asked me if there was a remedy. I said that unless President Fan came to life, and then invited a notary to his ward to do an on-site notarization and video recording, the will would have legal effect. Here, she hung up the phone without saying a word. "
"Triumph is still in the emergency room, and even the notice of illness is down, she still has the mind to consult with you about this. It seems that I used to think of her too well. Okay, you did a good job of this. I will double your agency fee later. "Ding Yu gnawed his teeth after hanging up the phone and asked:" Mr. Fan, did Kong Jing harm Triumph? "
"It can't be considered a murder, she just withdrew what originally belonged to her." The youth's empty voice echoed in this forced carriage, as if it had come from another dimension, there was a kind of almost nothing. Realistic.
"What?" Ding Yu couldn't understand what he was talking about, but it didn't matter. The important thing was that the assistant called again, with the same crying cries, but full of emotions of tears of joy: "General Ding, General Fan broke away. Dangerous! "
"Really?" Ding Yu couldn't believe his ears. Fangallo said that as long as the lawyer finished the phone call, his friend would be able to support for a while, and then his prediction was fulfilled! He is not a magical liar at all, he is a psychic! Every sentence he said in front of the public is true, even the mysterious and mysterious ability he showed in the show is true! Pitiful people like them can clearly see him, but are completely unwilling to believe that he really exists.
What a sad and ridiculous thing is that a unique person has no room for survival in a world that should originally contain many species!
Ding Yu gave Van Goro a complicated look, and confirmed again to the assistant: "Is Triumph really saved?"
"Save it back! The process is really thrilling! The doctor said that the breath and heartbeat of President Vatican have stopped, and the brain waves have disappeared. They are all ready to declare his death, but just now, the breath and heartbeat of President Vatican It was restored at the same time, which is a miracle! "
However, Ding Yu knew that this was not a miracle, but a trajectory of fate that Fangalor had long foreseen. He really knew how to save the triumph, and he could escape from the ghost gate with just a few words.
Ding Yu strongly suppressed the full of ecstasy and excitement and calmly asked: "What was Jing Jing doing just now?"
"She was reading the Bible to President Vatican just now. She said that President Vatican would be okay. In the end, President Vatican was really okay. The two of them probably had a telepathy!"
"Ticket sensor? Huh!" Ding Yu sneered and commanded: "You continue to stay in the hospital, don't leave the ward half a step, I will come right away. No matter what happens to Triumph, big or small, you must Notify me immediately! "After hanging up the phone, he looked back at Van Gogh, his face full of gratitude and awe:" Teacher Van, what shall we do next? "
"If you want the situation of Vatican Triumph to be better, you can ask the lawyer to call Kong Jing again and ask her when it is convenient to take the notary to the ward for notarization." Van Galo said quietly.
Ding Yu Weiwei promised, "Okay, okay, I know, I will let the lawyer call immediately."
So the lawyer started to urge Kong Jing again, and the doctor told Kong Jing that the situation of Victory was very bad. He could only stay in the ICU without seeing anyone. Naturally, he could not do any notarization.
When Ding Yu's car was still driving halfway, the assistant called again, and the tone was more exciting: "Ding Ding, the gods are awesome! All the physiological data of President Vatican are picking up! His aging disease has not only gotten Contained, and began to recover! The doctor said that President Vatican created a medical miracle! God, he will be fine, he will definitely be fine! "
Ding Yu nodded, but said quietly in his heart: This miracle was not created by the doctor, nor the so-called God, but the person sitting behind me. How does he exist, why does he seem to know everything?