Chapter 142: Private Diary
Chapter 142: Private Diary
Zhang Yang briefly flipped through what Bai Wensheng had left behind in the car — a USB drive and a diary.
Glancing through the diary, he found the handwriting surprisingly elegant — neat and powerful, not at all matching his bloated, overweight appearance.
But what shocked Zhang Yang wasn’t that — it was the contents written in the diary.
It was practically a daily record of Bai Wensheng’s life over the years, almost every single day. Zhang Yang never expected that the president of a large conglomerate would still have a schoolboy-like habit of keeping a diary.
What was even more shocking was how detailed it was — from daily meals and routines to business secrets between companies, even bribery and keeping mistresses. Nothing was left out.
“March 12, 2007 — To expedite the market launch of Jeff-brand anti-thrombosis medication, I used Peng family’s Top Summit Group to fabricate clinical trial reports. Director Ma approved the request cheerfully after receiving ten gold bars. In high spirits, I went to Jinghua Hotel with Amei and Liu Hong for a threesome. Those two women were so wild — we did it three times; I was nearly drained dry.”
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“November 3, 2009 — That bastard Afeng, along with that Peng brat and the Chrysanthemum bastard Matsuda Kawataro, actually conspired to drug and rape a female college student. Today, their crime was finally exposed. The girl refuses to settle. I’ll have to beg Director Ou for help. That bastard really gives me headaches.”
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“April 7, 2011 — The Cordyceps sinensis delivered by Sun Yicai from Lingnan Province turned out to contain a lot of defective goods, cheating us out of more than five million yuan. My partner Peng Huai said the man was untrustworthy and suggested killing him as a warning to others. Thinking about it, his words make sense. I’ll have He Tian handle it tomorrow.”
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“December 4, 2012 — After a series of blows, Bai Pharmaceuticals’ stock price has hit rock bottom. If we don’t act now, decades of glory could be ruined. It’s time to go all in. Thankfully, that kid Afeng was somewhat useful — he introduced Du Yuheng, who’s quite a ruthless man. I heard the Du family can contact the underground assassin organization Spade Eight. It’s worth a try.”
“...The assassination failed. Heaven has forsaken Bai Pharmaceuticals. Luckily, Du Dingcun is willing to help. Maybe we can survive this disaster!”
“...Zhang Yang’s refusal to settle isn’t surprising. Looks like things are out of control. It’s too late for regrets. Time to plan an escape.”
The diary ended there. Zhang Yang hadn’t read every page carefully, but what he had seen so far was enough to make Bai Wensheng and his son die a thousand times over. And the Du family, Peng family, Deputy Director Ou, and Deputy Mayor Ma — not one of them was innocent.
If this evidence were exposed, the entire Southeast Province would be turned upside down.
No wonder Bai Wensheng was so certain that Zhang Yang would avenge his son — because now that this was in Zhang Yang’s hands, there’s no way he wouldn’t use it.
The Du and Peng families both participated in sending assassins after him, with the Du family contributing the most. Bai Liangfeng’s sudden suicide must have been closely tied to the Du family. Bai Wensheng must have wanted Zhang Yang to see this diary and take revenge on them, thus avenging Bai Liangfeng as well.
Based on the information so far, if Bai Liangfeng was truly murdered, then judging from Bai Wensheng’s personal records, the most suspicious party was the Du family — especially Du family’s third member, Du Shang, a man who straddled both the legal and criminal worlds.
This diary alone contained the tangled relationships of nearly one-third of Southeast Province’s business tycoons. If anyone knew Zhang Yang had it, they’d stop at nothing to get it back.
Bai Wensheng’s move was ruthless — as long as he hinted that something like this existed, countless people in Southeast Province would want him dead. This thing was a terrifying hot potato.
At this moment, Zhang Yang both loved and hated it. Loved it because it revealed countless secrets and showed how many people wanted his life.
But hated it because this same thing could get him killed at any moment.
When he was alone, he didn’t fear death. But now that there were others depending on him, fear crept in.
Taking on the Bai family was already difficult. Now facing the Peng and Du families — powerful giants — if he didn’t make his fists stronger fast, tragedy would only fall on him.
Clearly, it wasn’t yet the right time to use this thing.
*****
Leaving Meining while Lulu’s injuries hadn’t fully healed made Zhang Yang uneasy. He had originally wanted to take her to the capital, but that wasn’t possible now. Fortunately, with Qiao Xier and Chen Tianxiong around, he wasn’t too worried about Lulu’s safety for the time being.
Yang Jing’s outfit today surprised Zhang Yang — she was wrapped up like a zongzi: a dark blue round-neck sweater, knee-length dark green velvet skirt, black thermal stockings, a heavy down jacket under her arm, carrying a Hermès suitcase, and a pink silk scarf draped stylishly around her neck. She looked like a stunning flight attendant.
“Sister Jing, you look gorgeous today.” Zhang Yang took her suitcase and coat while complimenting her.
Yang Jing smiled playfully, giving Zhang Yang a white-eyed glance. “So I’m not pretty on other days?”
“Haha, you’re always pretty!”
After getting their boarding passes and passing security, they checked the time — still a while before boarding — and sat at an airport café to chat about the Rehabilitation Center. It seemed the center’s operations were finally stabilizing. In just a few days, it had admitted hundreds of patients from across the country, with many more late-stage patients still lining up outside waiting for treatment.
“As doctors, we feel like parents to our patients. Seeing them desperately waiting outside breaks my heart. I really wish you could produce more Nanxing One units.”
“Soon. As long as this trip to the capital goes smoothly and we get more staff, we’ll start mass production next year.”
“Hey… is that Junior Yang Jing?”
As they talked, a strong wave of cologne filled the air. Zhang Yang turned his head to see a tall, well-built man in a suit and a gray-and-white scarf standing nearby, smiling brightly.
From Zhang Yang’s angle, the man’s eyes were burning with passion, locked tightly onto Yang Jing — as if she were a long-lost lover.
Damn it, didn’t Xie Long go back to the Maple Leaf Kingdom? Why’s there another one now! Zhang Yang glared at the handsome stranger, then slowly shifted his gaze to Yang Jing’s face.
Yang Jing looked surprised, then delighted. “Ah, Senior Lei! What are you doing in Meining?”
“Heh, mind if I sit down?” The tall man glanced briefly at Zhang Yang, ignored him, and smiled at Yang Jing.
“Sure!” Yang Jing looked at Zhang Yang, patted the seat beside her, and waved. “Yangzi, come sit next to me. Give your seat to Senior Lei Tianming.”