dhibooks Chapter 205 In other words, he was scared to death.
Chapter 205 In other words, he was scared to death.
"Ah!" Wang Hao screamed in pain and subconsciously took a step back. However, he tripped over something, lost his balance, and fell flat on his back.
The back of his head slammed heavily against the leg of the solid wood chair next to him, making a dull thud. The pain made his vision go black, and he couldn't get up for a long time.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the disheveled Wang Hao, and then subconsciously looking at Shen Yu at the main table.
Shen Yu didn't look up from beginning to end, and didn't even glance in their direction.
He was holding a tissue, patiently wiping the cream off Niannian's lips with gentle movements, as if nothing had just happened.
Wang Jianjun was so frightened that his legs went weak. He scrambled to his son's side, not even bothering to help him up.
He turned to face the main table, knelt down with a thud, and repeatedly kowtowed to Shen Yu's back.
"Mr. Shen! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! It's my fault for not raising my son properly! He's just a child who doesn't know any better and speaks without thinking! Please, you are so magnanimous, don't hold it against him! I'm begging you! I apologize!"
He kowtowed forcefully as he spoke, and his forehead quickly turned red.
Jiang Zhenbang's face darkened completely. He was already unhappy because of what Wang Hao had said earlier, and now he was even more furious.
He waved coldly at the security captain beside him:
"Get them both out of here. From this day forward, they are not to set foot in any Jiang family establishment. Also, notify all chambers of commerce and clubs in Beijing that they will never entertain the father and son again."
"Yes!" The security captain immediately came over with two security guards, picked up Wang Hao who was still grimacing on the ground, and dragged him outside.
Only then did Wang Hao finally feel fear; the arrogance on his face vanished without a trace, leaving only terror.
He opened his mouth as if to beg for mercy, but the security guard covered his mouth, and he could only make muffled sounds.
Wang Jianjun didn't dare say another word. He quickly got up, bowed and apologized in Shen Yu's direction, and slunk away with the security guard.
The banquet hall doors were closed, cutting off outside noise.
The entire room remained silent; no one dared to speak.
Those who were just thinking about how to get close to Shen Yu, or even asking him to do something against the rules or for their own benefit, were now terrified, their backs tingling with cold sweat and their shirts soaked with sweat.
Looking at the man at the main table, still calm and focused on peeling shrimp for the children, they felt only deep awe.
He suffered such a miserable end simply because he made a verbal offense.
If someone were to harbor any inappropriate thoughts, the consequences would be unimaginable.
From then on, no one dared to show the slightest disrespect to Shen Yu, nor did anyone dare to say a word about him in private.
Everyone in Beijing knows that the Jiang family's son-in-law is a living god who cannot be offended.
*
By the end of October, Beijing was already filled with the chill of late autumn.
The cold rain that had lasted for three days had just stopped, and leaden-gray clouds hung low overhead.
At the foot of Qingfeng Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing, in an open area cordoned off by police tape, the atmosphere was even colder and more biting than the late autumn weather.
Three layers of yellow police tape firmly surrounded the low earthen mound, with a uniformed policeman standing every ten meters, staring intently at the surroundings with a serious expression.
Inside the cordon, staff from the cultural relics bureau in blue overalls, forensic doctors in white coats, and construction workers in safety helmets walked back and forth, but no one spoke.
The entire scene was eerily quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional hoarse cries of crows from the distant mountains, like needles piercing everyone's heart.
This is the excavation site of the medium-sized Tang Dynasty tomb, numbered M23.
Two weeks ago, Qingfeng Mountain Tourism Development Company accidentally unearthed a bluestone slab engraved with Tang Dynasty patterns while building a mountain road.
Upon receiving the report, the Municipal Bureau of Cultural Relics immediately organized an archaeological team to conduct an exploration. The result delighted everyone – it was an exceptionally well-preserved mid-Tang Dynasty tomb with no signs of looting.
Based on the unearthed fragments of the epitaph and the tomb's structure, the tomb's occupant was Su Jingyuan, a scholar of the Xuanmen School at the Imperial Academy during the Kaiyuan era of the Tang Dynasty.
This person is not recorded much in official history, but in folk legends he is a master who is proficient in Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and array formations and talismans.
After preliminary exploration, the archaeological team believes that the tomb may contain not only a large number of exquisite gold and silver artifacts, ceramics, and Tang tri-color pottery, but may even contain a unique copy of a Taoist classic written by Su Jingyuan himself.
This news was like a bomb, causing an uproar throughout the archaeological community in Beijing.
The Municipal Bureau of Cultural Relics immediately established a special archaeological team, with Professor Wang Tiancheng, a highly respected figure in the field, serving as the team leader.
Wang Tiancheng is 58 years old this year. He has been engaged in archaeological work for more than 30 years and has presided over the excavation of more than a dozen large ancient tombs. He has extremely rich experience.
To ensure the smooth progress of the excavation, the Cultural Relics Bureau also selected the best young archaeologists from various cultural and museum institutions throughout the city, forming an elite team of more than 20 people.
The excavation work proceeded exceptionally smoothly at the beginning.
Following established procedures, the archaeological team cleared the sealed soil layer by layer, opened up the tomb passage, and cleaned the side chambers. Precious artifacts were unearthed every day, and everyone was immersed in excitement.
Wang Tiancheng spends every day on the construction site, busy from morning till night, always with a smile on his face.
No one expected that this seemingly perfect archaeological excavation would turn into a lingering nightmare just three days ago.
The first person to get into trouble was Li Ming, a young man who had graduated from the archaeology department less than a year ago.
He was cheerful and quick-witted, making him the most popular young man in the team. Three days ago, on the morning of the first day, the stone door to the main burial chamber was successfully opened, and Li Ming volunteered to be the first to go in with a flashlight to investigate.
Those outside waited excitedly, anticipating the astonishing discovery in the main burial chamber. However, just ten minutes later, a piercing scream suddenly echoed from within the main burial chamber.
The voice was filled with extreme fear, heart-wrenching and chilling everyone present.
"Li Ming! Li Ming, what's wrong?"
Deputy Captain Chen was the first to react, grabbing a flashlight and rushing inside. The others followed suit.
The main burial chamber wasn't large, only about twenty square meters. The beam of the flashlight swept across it, and everyone froze in place.
Li Ming lay curled up on the ground in the center of the main tomb chamber.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated to the extreme, and his face was frozen in an expression of terror that could not be described in words, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world before he died.
What's even more chilling is that blackish-red blood was flowing from all seven of his orifices, dripping down his cheeks onto the cold ground and forming a small, eerie puddle.
The forensic examiner immediately conducted an on-site investigation. The results sent chills down everyone's spines.
Li Ming had no external injuries, no blunt force trauma, no sharp force puncture wounds, and not even a scratch.
No known toxins were detected in his body, and his cardiopulmonary function and nervous system were completely normal before he died.
In other words, he was scared to death.