msmithbooks Chapter 307 Suicide fraud is not advisable
Chapter 307 Suicide fraud is not advisable
Zhen Jiabao was taken up to the top floor, and the police were still trying to persuade Li Zhiming to get off the railing, but it was useless. Zhen Jiabao couldn't help but frowned when he saw Li Zhiming's death-defying expression from afar.
Even if he goes bankrupt and loses hope, Li Zhiming is only 50 years old and still has a chance to make a comeback. Zhen Jiabao only wants to save people, and has no time to think about the reason why he is short of money.
"Professor Chen, this is Ms. Zhen Jiabao. She has some information about Li Zhiming that you need to know."
Although the police officer took Zhen Jiabao upstairs, he didn't have the authority to let Zhen Jiabao and Li Zhiming talk directly, so he could only call the police counselor over.
"Hello, before Li Zhiming committed suicide here, he had already bought two high-value insurance plans in advance from the insurance company. The beneficiary was Li Zhiming's son. I don't know if his suicide has been so intense today is related to this."
Zhen Jiabao didn't dare to say enough to the counselor, but he still made the counselor's eyes brighter.
"Thank you very much for Miss Zhen's information. I will try my best to save Mr. Li."
The psychological counselor hurriedly thanked Zhen Jiabao and hurried back to the place where he was standing when he was comforting Li Zhiming.
At this time, Li Zhiming's face had shown an expression of resignation to death. Zhen Jiabao believed that if he had talked with the counselor for a longer time, Li Zhiming might have jumped off.
"Mr. Li, please be cautious. Even if Mr. Li doesn't care about his own life, doesn't he even care about your son?"
The psychological counselor was also shocked when he saw Li Zhiming's current state, and shouted at Li Zhiming before he could stand still.
Li Zhiming's originally serious and heavy face suddenly loosened a bit, but in an instant he returned to a flat and calm state.
It's just that this momentary fluctuation did not escape the eyes of the counselor, which made the counselor more sure that Li Zhiming's plan to commit suicide today was mostly to let his son get the insurance money.
Fist father love, can be seen.
The psychological counselor persuaded Li Zhiming earnestly, and explained to Li Zhiming in detail that suicide was not covered by the scope of insurance compensation.
This explanation is better than the previous persuasion for so long. Li Zhiming immediately became emotional when he heard that suicide would not be compensated by insurance.
But because the building where Li Zhiming chose to commit suicide was too high, and the wind blowing on the roof was noisy, Li Zhiming originally sat on the railing to stabilize his emotions and maintain some balance.
But at this time, the consequences of being excited immediately appeared-Li Zhiming's body swayed from side to side under the blowing of the strong wind.
Zhen Jiabao who was standing on the platform was already blinded by the wind, let alone Li Zhiming who was emotionally sitting on the railing.
Zhen Jiabao's eyes turned red with anxiety as he watched Li Zhiming about to fall off the railing.
"You lied to me, right? Didn't the insurance I bought protect my life? Doesn't it make sense for me to die now?"
The expression on Li Zhiming's face couldn't tell whether it was pain or something else, but Zhen Jiabao felt mixed feelings in his heart when he listened to his horn.
"Mr. Li, I don't know if you recognize me, but let me introduce myself to you first."
Zhen Jiabao suddenly snatched a small handheld loudspeaker from the police officer next to him. The police officer was totally unprepared, and Zhen Jiabao got it easily.
Li Zhiming on the railing heard Zhen Jiabao's words and deliberately squinted his eyes to see the face of the girl who spoke, but it ended because the wind was blowing directly at Li Zhiming's cheek.
"I'm a reporter, and my boyfriend must be very familiar with Mr. Li - my boyfriend is Helian Quan."
Before Zhen Jiabao snatched the megaphone over, he thought he had a lot to say, but after holding the megaphone in his hand, Zhen Jiabao suddenly didn't know what to say, so he could only say hello to Li Zhiming dryly. I introduced myself.
When introducing himself, Zhen Jiabao did not forget to mention He Lianquan. After all, they are both business people, and Li Zhiming and He Lianquan must be familiar with each other.
Sure enough, after hearing He Lianquan's name, Li Zhiming had some doubts on his face, as if he didn't understand why Zhen Jiabao mentioned He Lianquan at all.
"Before I came here, I talked to He Lianquan. He Lianquan is very concerned about your current situation, and if you are still interested, we will try our best to help you make a comeback—and the citizens of S City have been Donating to you, they all hope that you can live well."
What Zhen Jiabao said was true, especially when it came to those citizens who spontaneously organized donations, Li Zhiming swallowed his saliva with a compassionate expression.
"It's too late to say this now, and I don't want people to laugh at me, but I..."
Li Zhiming turned his head slightly and glanced at the side of his body. The sense of fear from a height of several hundred meters cannot be easily summed up. The scene he saw at that glance was enough to make Li Zhiming dizzy.
This is also the reason why Li Zhiming faces the platform on the railings—ordinary people are more or less afraid of heights, and Li Zhiming is especially serious in this regard.
Zhen Jiabao couldn't help being thankful that Li Zhiming was afraid of heights, which gave them a chance to persuade Li Zhiming to come down.
Taking advantage of the moment when Li Zhiming looked behind him, the public security personnel who had been watching and guarding him immediately rushed forward and grabbed Li Zhiming's legs and dragged him off the railing.
After Li Zhiming was dragged off the railing with his legs in his arms, he immediately cried with his face in his arms.
"You shouldn't have saved me. What's the point of leaving me in this world? I've failed so much in my life. Why don't you let me go down to accompany Qin Sang?"
The name Qin Sang, Zhen Jiabao, has also been heard before. She is the wife of Li Zhiming, who founded the Dazhou company with Li Zhiming from scratch. I heard that she is a strong woman with skills and brains. What is even more commendable is that Qin Sang works and Taking care of life, not only managed the Dazhou company to flourish, but Li Zhiming was also famous for having a warm and harmonious family back then.
It's a pity that the beauty is unlucky, and this legendary figure died of serious illness more than ten years ago.
There are very few people who can remember Qin Sang for so many years. When most people mentioned Li Zhiming's past, they just sighed and said that Li Zhiming has lost his wife for so many years and can resist himself from marrying a little wife. It is really a man. A model, there is only a trace of envy left for that once stunningly talented woman.
At this moment, when Li Zhiming heard the name of his late wife, Zhen Jiabao couldn't help but sigh.
"Even if Mr. Li wants to accompany your wife, he should think about whether your wife is willing to watch you commit suicide before doing so. You and your wife have a son who is not yet 20 years old. I think Your wife will definitely hope that you can raise your son well and watch him get married and start a business."
Enduring the sore nose, Zhen Jiabao earnestly persuaded Li Zhiming with a painful face.
The sound of the wind on the top floor of the building was still rumbling, and everyone's ears were filled with the endless whistling, except for Li Zhiming's heart-piercing cries.
Seeing Li Zhiming's reaction, Zhen Jiabao knew that he probably listened to his words and would not choose to commit suicide again, so he silently returned the small loudspeaker he was holding in his hand to the police officer.
"Thank you, officer, for your trouble."
Zhen Jiabao thanked the police officer after returning the megaphone. After all, her act of snatching something from the police officer's hand just now could be considered offensive.
The policeman also seemed to have a serious expression on his face, and he declined with a wry smile after taking the megaphone from Zhen Jiabao's hand.
"Where is it, I also want to thank Ms. Zhen for persuading Mr. Li to come down. Otherwise, if Mr. Li, a famous philanthropist, really jumped in front of me... I think my conscience will be troubled for the rest of my life."
As he spoke, the police officer unconsciously tightened his grip on the loudspeaker.
Zhen Jiabao glanced around on the high platform, basically all the staff stood in silence, and most of them locked their eyes on Li Zhiming who was lying on the ground.
"Mr. Li has done so many charities and said that there is a cycle of cause and effect. He will definitely get through this difficult time."
Zhen Jiabao dryly comforted her, and stretched out her hand to tighten her coat.
Just now, she was too emotional to forget the cold, and seeing that Li Zhiming had been rescued now, Zhen Jiabao felt the cold wind was creeping in through every gap in her clothes, chilling her to the marrow.
"Since Mr. Li has been successfully rescued, I won't disturb your work."
Zhen Jiabao shrank his neck and bid farewell to the police officer in a hurry, and the police officer looked at Zhen Jiabao with a cold expression as if he had recovered.
"It's my negligence. The cold wind is raging on the top floor. It's really cold. I'll take you down."
Zhen Jiabao nodded slightly, and finally looked back at Li Zhiming, and then went downstairs with the police officer.
The staff who passed by on the road gave Zhen Jiabao gratitude and admiration when he passed by. Li Zhiming is a public figure in the local area and has a very good image. Zhen Jiabao was able to persuade Li Zhiming, but it was a wave of goodwill. .
It's just that Zhen Jiabao doesn't have the mind to think about these things at all right now, and his mind is full of regrets why he didn't wear a scarf when he went out today.
As soon as Zhen Jiabao came downstairs, he was surrounded by reporters downstairs. Now the number of reporters gathered downstairs is much more than before. They have all got the news that Li Zhiming was successfully rescued, and they are worried that there is too little material. News can be written.
Zhen Jiabao was escorted by the police officers and walked silently past those reporters, and only after reaching Xin Ya's side did he sigh heavily.
"Hasn't the person been successfully rescued, why is he still showing this expression?"
Xin Ya glanced around casually for a week. Under Xin Ya's gaze, those reporters restrained a lot, and they didn't dare to ask Zhen Jiabao any more in front of Xin Ya.
They had indeed somewhat forgotten Zhen Jiabao's identity as a reporter just now, and after being warned a little by Xin Ya, they realized that even if Zhen Jiabao had any exclusive news, how could it be possible for them to tell them.
The reporter who returned home just now snorted unwillingly, but no one took any notice of his dissatisfaction.
"It's nothing...it's just that the top floor is too cold."
Zhen Jiabao felt that putting his hands in his pockets to keep warm was not enough, his chin was almost retracted into his collar.
Xin Ya looked up to the sky, since Li Zhiming had been rescued, there was no point for the two of them to stay here any longer.
Xin Ya didn't think that what Zhen Jiabao saw on the top floor was not enough to support a piece of news.
At present, it seems that it is better to take Zhen Jiabao to find a place to keep warm.
Zhen Jiabao shook his head slightly, looked at his watch and realized that it was almost time to get off work.
"I'd better leave early today, it seems that I have a headache from the wind blowing just now."
Zhen Jiabao was talking to Xin Ya listlessly, and when Xin Ya heard that Zhen Jiabao had a headache, she reached out to test the temperature of her forehead.
"It seems that there is indeed some fever. Well, I'll send you back right now."
Xin Ya resolutely grabbed Zhen Jiabao's wrist and walked towards the car. Zhen Jiabao followed behind in a dazed state, sniffing in pain.