"I have something important for you to do. Find out who took Paul Kachakin's estate, and who benefited the most." The gloom on Wang Fumin's face was like Siberian frost.
His subordinates noticed his mood, and their expressions changed. "Yes, sir!"
"How much time do you need?"
"Do you mean the one from Yuanguang Group? Oh, I do remember a little about that." An adjutant thought back for a while, then said, "He offended far too many people in his lifetime, and he controlled such enormous interests. Besides, this happened three years ago. The shareholders have changed many times, and it isn't a publicly listed company. Some private contracts are difficult to investigate. In fact..."
"In fact, what?"
"In fact... your relatives seem to have received a sizable portion of the shares transferred."
"Don't you have a grandson who's an executive at Yuanguang Group? Of course, that's only something I heard. I'm not clear on the actual situation."
"We'll get to the bottom of it within a week."
Wang Fumin sat down in a chair and sighed. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked slowly.
His life had been full of hardship. He had lived through the Old Era, the Suppression Era, and the Dark Age.
At last, he had welcomed the Dawn Era.
His good fortune was that he had seen Human Civilization flourish.
His misfortune was that his worldview, outlook on life, and values had gradually grown incompatible with society.
Not only had relationships between people changed, but the social climate had changed too. And this web had enveloped him, nearly suffocating him.
Just as Qin Yiwei had said: "You see my hands covered in blood, but I had no choice. If I didn't bloody my hands, how could I tear that web apart?"
Just as