At around 10 o'clock in the evening, in a mansion in Binhai city, an energetic old man was standing by the window and looking at the lights in the distance. After a while, he sighed, pulled up the curtains, sat on the leather sand, leaning on crutches in both hands, and thinking in a meditation. ~

A few minutes later, the cell phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated. He slowly opened his eyes, picked up his phone, turned on the short message, and saw that it said: "Go away quickly, if you don't leave, it will be too late!"

The old man snorted, threw down his cell phone, and said to himself: "Walk? Wherever you go, the net of heaven and earth has been laid out. Whether you walk or stay, you will be dead. At this time, you can only accept your fate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crisp ringtone of the cell phone rang again. The old man looked at the number and hurriedly answered it. He frowned and said, "Dragon, why did you call here? How did you do it?"

"Boss, they seemed to have made an appointment and refused to attend." The voice on the other end of the phone seemed a little panicked and said nervously: "And, on the way back, I always felt like I had a tail growing behind me. Maybe I had been targeted by someone."

The old man smiled miserably and said softly: "Don't panic, I've agreed that I'll push it on me no matter what happens. Their policies have always been done with evil, and the association never asks them. At worst, use my old bones to exchange for the safety of my brothers."

"Boss...I...we're still...ah!" The man stammered for a long time, feeling unable to convince the old man, so Xuing swallowed the words behind him, cleared his throat, and said hoarsely: "Boss, what should I do for tomorrow's ceremony? Is the province sure someone comes?"

"If you will come, keep calm, make the ceremony lively and make some noise. This may be our last chance. We must make the worst plan and strive for the best result." At this point, the old man paused and reminded him again: "Second, you may know some things, but after entering, don't say that you will die faster and grit your teeth and stop. As long as you don't shoot him, you will still have hope of coming out when he leaves. Do you understand?"

"I understand, boss, then I'll make arrangements first." After the old man's comfort, the man's mood became calm and his voice returned to calm.

"Go, go." The old man sighed and hung up the phone. After a while, he opened the trunk of the desk and took out an exquisite picture album from it. After turning it on, he stared at the photos and his eyes became extremely soft.

As his fingers flipped, a seven or eight-year-old girl gradually grew up and became a lively and cute girl. She turned to the last page of the album and looked at the vivid and charming girl in the photo. A trace of loneliness flashed across the old man's face. He closed the album, put it next to him, took out the paper and pen, and took the pen for a while, picked up the pen and started writing.

"Ku'er, when you see this letter, grandpa may have left and will never see you again. However, don't be sad or cry. People will always have that day. As an old man and an old hooligan who is despised, grandpa is already content to live until this day."

After pausing, he wrote emotionally again: "Ku'er, this is a society where people cannibalize people. I can't remember how many bad things my grandfather has done in his life. Perhaps, the only great thing I have done is to pick you up from the train station and raise people. This is the fate of our father and father, and you should be grandfather's granddaughter."

Having written this, the old man's nose felt sore, and a few turbid tears fell on the paper. He mopped out a tissue, wiped the corners of his eyes, and continued to write: "Ku'er, grandpa gave you this name to make you remember that you are a girl with a poor life and should cherish your current life, but you just don't listen, which made grandpa very disappointed. The last time he hit you, grandpa was also very sad, but in anger, you ran out for more than half a year and didn't contact grandpa. Isn't your wife willing to xing?"

"In fact, I had expected this day to be unrelated to justice, but they fear us. Grandpa admired the most. Mao once said that the gangsters and gangsters have always been despised by society are the bravest, most thorough and most determined people in rural revolutions. Whenever they have a premonition that social conflicts escalate, they will first wipe out and eliminate these desperate people, so as not to take the lead in causing trouble and cause chain reactions."

"Ku'er, stop letting go, and don't follow the old path of grandpa. After seeing this letter, I hope you can change your mind and be a good girl who is at peace and comply with your own affairs, and spend your life safely. Don't follow the old path of grandpa, do you know?"

"Ku'er... I've been doing well over the years. Grandpa has saved you a generous dowry and the key to the bank safe. It's hidden under the tree you planted by yourself on your twelfth birthday. Take the money and fly away. Never come back again, Jiang He's final pen."

Having written this, the old man threw down his pen, silently put the written letter into the envelope, glued it with glue, wrote a line of words on it, then called the nanny, whispered a few words, took out two bank cards, and together with the envelope, gave the fat white woman, turned around and returned to the study, sat on the leather chair with a crutch, and couldn't sleep all night. ~

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The next morning, the Qingbin Hotel was very lively. There were all kinds of vehicles parked in front of the door. Dozens of waitresses wearing cheongsams, wearing ribbons, stood on both sides of the red carpet, and greeted the guests diligently. However, many people felt that compared with previous years, this celebration was much colder, and even the sky was a little gloomy and the air pressure was very low, making people breathless.

At around ten o'clock, a group of people gathered at the entrance of the hotel, all standing on the steps, looking forward to it. After a while, under the escort of the police car, several high-end cars slowly drove over, and someone lit firecrackers beside him. In the sound of deafness, the cars stopped one after another, and the door opened almost at the same time. Several leaders with noble identities got out one after another and shook hands and greeted everyone who came to greet him.

Among the leaders who came this time were Vice Governor Huang Junming, Vice Chairman of the Provincial CPPCC Wang Shilu, Deputy Director of the Provincial Public Security Department Sun Jingsheng, and a beautiful woman wearing a blue skirt and black sunglasses on her face. There is no doubt that she is Ai Rongrong, deputy general manager of the Guangdong Trust and Investment Company. Although she was defeated in front of Wang Siyu last time, she still wanted to come and join in the fun.

Seeing that among the people welcoming, the largest cadres in the city were Hou Chen, Secretary General of the Municipal Party Committee and Ren Xiaotian, a trace of dissatisfaction appeared in Huang Junming's eyes, and the smile on his face became a little stiff. He stood by the car and said a few clichés, then took the lead and walked forward. With the crowd, he walked into the hotel, took the elevator to the banquet hall, and went straight into the VIP private room inside.

Sitting on the sand, Huang Junming and the others changed their eyes, then raised their eyes, looked at Hou Chen, secretary-general of the Municipal Party Committee with a smile, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Comrade Hou Chen, your city does not attach much importance to Qingbin Group, why did they hold the 10th anniversary celebration, and no major leaders attended?"

Hou Chen hurriedly turned his back and explained with a smile: "Governor Huang, Secretary Wang was coming, but there was something happened temporarily and he might have to come here later. Yesterday afternoon, Mayor Lu led his team to another place and would not come back on Monday."

"That's it, no wonder!" Huang Junming's face showed a very understanding expression and no longer said anything. In fact, according to the convention, he, the deputy governor of the extraordinary commission, was not qualified to be accompanied by the secretary of the municipal party committee.

However, under normal circumstances, a mayor or executive vice mayor will appear, especially Vice Chairman Wang of the Provincial CPPCC has also come. If the city pays attention to it, it should still make corresponding arrangements.

Wang Shilu narrowed his eyes and looked around, smiling and silent, but he was beating his heart. On the way he came just now, he saw police officers on duty everywhere in the city, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

He thought the city was to strengthen its vigilance to ensure their safety, but after hearing what Hou Chen said, he felt that something was strange. Maybe it was wrong. What happened to Binhai. However, since everyone didn't say it, he had to pretend to be confused and not ask about it.

Jiang Hezhi humbly came over and handed over a few documents from Qingbin Group. When everyone was reading them, he briefly introduced them, portraying the prospects of the group company as brilliantly, and expressed his opinion on the spot that he would donate 100 million yuan to the Binhai Red Cross Society.

Qingbin Group will donate this money in batches, donating 10 million yuan every year. Ten years later, there will be new actions. After hearing his words, several leaders from the province nodded slightly, with a 1u expression of approval on their faces. Only Ai Rongrong knew the inside story and curled her lips a little disapprovingly.

In her opinion, this way of buying peace is completely futile. Unless the domineering municipal party secretary can be dealt with, the leading figure in the Binhai City gangster in front of him will be destined to escape a prison disaster.

Huang Junming smiled, put down the materials in his hand, and said with great relief: "Chairman Jiang, you are a real entrepreneur. If the big bosses in the business world are as passionate about charity as you, our job here will be much easier."

Wang Shilu also nodded and echoed: "Yes, Governor Huang said it very well, Chairman Jiang is good, and he has a Bodhisattva heart. I suggest that the provincial media should report it widely and vigorously promote such an excellent private entrepreneur."

Huang Junming turned his head and said with a smile: "Not only do we need publicity, but we should also encourage it. Comrade Shi Lu, I would like to make a suggestion. You should absorb such entrepreneurs into the Provincial CPPCC and assist us in doing a good job."

Wang Shilu smiled, mocked his shiny forehead with his hands, and said cheerfully: "Governor Huang's suggestion is good, you can consider it."

Seeing that the two of them were holding sedan chairs with each other as if they were nowhere to be around, Ai Rongrong sneered, with a look of disdain on her face. The two of them had not figured out the situation in Binhai at all, and they just jumped into this pit blindly. This also proves from the side that the current situation of the two in the province is not good, otherwise the news would not be blocked to this extent.

After drinking a cup of tea, Ai Rongrong turned to look at Sun Jingsheng, deputy director of the Public Security Department, and said with a smile: "Uncle Sun, I heard that Binhai is fighting gangs here and arrested a lot of people. Is this a matter?"

Sun Jingsheng didn't dare to be too arrogant, so he quickly turned his body and said in a whisper: "Mr. Ai, I just came back from studying in Beijing. Before my butt was hot, I was invited here. I really don't know the situation in Binhai."

Hou Chen, Secretary-General of the Municipal Party Committee, hurriedly said: "Mr. Ai is right. Under the instructions of Secretary Wang of the Municipal Party Committee, we are engaged in comprehensive social security management during this period. The public security department has taken action to crack down on a group of criminals involved in gangs."

Jiang Hezhi nodded, looked at Ai Rongrong with complicated eyes, and said softly: "Mr. Ai, it's good to fight gangsters. If we attack all the people involved in gangsters, we who are doing serious business will feel more at ease."

"Is that true?" Ai Rongrong chuckled and said with a slightly mocking voice: "Chairman Jiang, this sentence is the most suitable for you."

Jiang Hezhi smiled helplessly and said unnaturally: "Mr. Ai, what I say is all about my heart. Those who do business are most afraid of those people's trouble."

Ai Rongrong said "yes", and ignored him, but turned her body to the side and started chatting with Sun Jingsheng. Although the Deputy Director Sun was in a bad situation, he had always been in a bad mood with Executive Vice Governor Du Shan and had a deep resentment. The enemy's enemy was naturally a friend.

More than ten minutes later, Hou Chen called and stood up and said, "Dear leaders, Secretary Wang is here, I'll go and greet him, you guys will sit first."

Ai Rongrong raised her wrist and looked at the table below, chuckled and said, "It just so happened that nothing happened, so I'll go out to welcome you and have some breathing at the same time."

After saying that, she stood up gracefully and walked out with a few people. The group took the elevator downstairs and came to the steps outside the hotel. Not long after standing, she saw Wang Siyu riding a shabby bicycle and turning over happily.
Chapter completed!