How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Just when Yang Zhao and Hu Jiuer successfully took advantage of Chen Wentian.

A little-known neighborhood in Kyoto.

Today is particularly lively.

It would be inappropriate to say it was lively.

Because all the people who came to the community were silent.

People wearing crisp black suits or army uniforms stood silently downstairs.

The community was filled with cars with various license plates, which surprised residents passing by.

Today...

So what happened!

Everyone followed their gazes and looked up at a certain building. They suddenly understood something, their expressions darkened, and they left with a sigh.

But in a quiet and sad atmosphere.

A roar came from a low-key business car.

"Chen Wentian! What the hell did you say? Say it again!"

Wen Haohe, the son of the Wen family who had just returned from Kun City, Yun Province, was so angry that he almost smashed the glass at hand with a punch!

Sixty billion!

The 60 billion U.S. dollars that the Changsheng Group earned for the Wen family were all detained by Yingjiang Fobole.

It simply cost me my life and the lives of everyone in the Wen family!

Not to mention how long it will take to earn back the $60 billion.

If this kind of thing is exposed, I don’t know how many people’s heads will fall to the ground!

"Wen...Brother Wen!"

Chen Wentian's panicked voice came from the phone.

Although he is more than ten years older than you, Wen Haohe, it is very natural to call him brother.

But he was usually respectful and flattering, but today he was full of fear.

"Fu Bo Le detained it! They found out from somewhere that Changsheng Group is a matter of Wen Family White Gloves."

"Things happened to four charities at the same time. It was obviously planned for a long time..."

Before Chen Wentian could finish speaking, Wen Haohe interrupted sharply.

"Are you drafting it? Chen Wentian, do you know! Do you know what sixty billion is? Ah! Your special mother has set up a Changsheng Group and hasn't earned so much money in ten years. The Guangwen family will give you subsidies. How much subsidies are there, ah! You can fucking tell it yourself!"

Wen Haohe was really angry.

The biggest escape route abroad has been cut off with a knife. If my father knew, I don't know how angry he would be!

Wen Haohe was about to curse again, but Butler Qin on the side touched him.

"Chang He, pay attention to the occasion! What kind of place is this? Can you please lower your fucking voice!"

Wen Haohe turned his head and looked at Butler Qin, who had been with his father all his life, and finally suppressed his anger.

His voice deepened.

"Keep going! Chen, give me a reasonable explanation! Otherwise, just jump off the 99-story building of your Changsheng Group!"

Chen Wentian dared to continue: "Brother Wen...Brother Wen, you...listen to my explanation!"

"After I received the news, two descendants of the Trouble Fighting Sect came to the door!"

"They bluntly said that it was Fo Bole who did this. Now they want me to cooperate fully and cooperate with them to dig a big tomb in Kyoto, otherwise the 60 billion will be completely wasted..."

Ferbole?

Grave robbing?

Fight against future generations?

Wen Haohe was extremely confused after hearing this. He never imagined that the Wen family's sixty billion yuan could be related to tomb robbing.

What on earth is Ferbole going to do?

However, since there is a request, there is a solution to the matter.

Wen Haohe let out a long breath: "Why did you call me, Mother Te?"

"Chen Wentian, use your expertise and go steal it! Finish the matter quickly and send them out immediately."

"If you don't come back with 60 billion, you should know your fate!"

Chen Wentian was about to cry.

Nonsense, boss, of course I know.

As a qualified white glove, I lost the owner's money.

The skin peeling and cramps are all mild, and they are likely to kill me.

So after Yang Zhao and Hu Jiuer left, he immediately called Wen Haohe to seek a solution.

"Brother Wen! You...do you know whose tomb they want to rob?"

"Who!"

Wen Haohe asked casually, took the cigarette and lighter from the driver and was about to light it.

"The tomb of Lao Zhu's family."

what!

It's sizzling!

Wen Haohe directly touched his temples with a lighter, and was so shocked that he almost burned himself on the spot.

The tomb of Lao Zhu’s family?

That Zhu family?

There is only one Zhu family in the Kyoto Tomb.

The one who founded the Ming Dynasty for 276 years...!

Ming Tombs!

Wen Haohe had the same reaction as Chen Wentian after hearing this, he gasped violently.

Go crazy, Ferbole!

Do you dare to dig the Ming Tombs?

This is a big deal!

If you dig a big tomb of a general, a prime minister, or even a prince.

According to the relationship between the Wen family, even if it is found out later, it will be settled.

Do you want to dig the Ming Tombs?

Who gave you such boldness?

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Wen Haohe asked anxiously, not even bothering to take care of his burnt temples.

"What do they want? Gold, silver and jewelry? Or rare antiques?"

"You fucking ask what you want. I, Wen Haohe, will buy it for them, rob it for them, and do whatever it takes to get it."

"They dare to touch the 13 Tombs. They are not afraid of death. Will my Wen family accompany them to the funeral?"

Even Butler Qin on the side was stunned when he heard the content on the phone.

He didn't understand what Fu Bole was going to do.

If you want rare antiques from the Dragon Kingdom, there is nothing that the Wen family can't get your hands on.

Even if you want a special national treasure, I can think of a way to exchange your raccoon cat for a prince, without anyone noticing.

You can dig up the ancestral graves of the old Zhu family...

madman!

A bunch of lunatics!

"Brother Wen, I didn't say anything! Just give me three days to prepare."

"I'll see you at the Ming Tombs in three days. I don't even know which one I want to dig."

"What... what to do! Brother Wen!"

Chen Wentian threw the huge problem to Wen Haohe.

Wen Haohe turned to look at Butler Qin aside.

Butler Qin spread his hands.

Stop making trouble, eldest son.

Neither you nor I can make a decision on this kind of thing.

It's up to your father to decide.

Do you want $60 billion, or do you want a head on your neck?

How could something involving the life-long fate of hundreds of people be decided so easily.

Wen Haohe nodded slightly.

"Chen Wentian!"

"I'm here, Brother Wen!"

"First prepare the manpower and things they need. Give me two days and I will tell you what to do next!"

"Okay, okay..."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Haohe angrily smashed the lighter on the car floor.

"Fuck! Psycho, a bunch of psychos! If you don't want to live, why are you holding our Wen family on your back?"

"Driver! Turn around and go home!"

He couldn't wait to tell his father this big thing immediately.

"Changhe!"

Unexpectedly, Butler Qin waved his hand to stop him.

"What are you doing? Go home now? Your father asked you to wait for the news of General Song's death, and then express condolences on the spot! Now that you are gone, who will see General Song off?"

Wen Haohe looked violent.

Saying goodbye to an unknown old guy?

I sent a batch to his mother.

Something big has happened to the Wen family, so there is no time to take care of them.

"go!"

Wen Haohe ignored Butler Qin's persuasion and asked the driver to leave.

"Can't leave!"

Butler Qin was also anxious.

You little bastard!

I just got into trouble yesterday and forced my father-in-law to death.

Although geckos have their tails cut off and crabs have their tails cut off, they have no choice but to do so.

If Meng Chunping is caught, many things will be exposed.

Now is the time when the storm is at its peak, and the Wen family leaves in a hurry again.

In the eyes of interested people, it will become another flaw in the Wen family.

What's more, although Song Lian is unknown in society, he is famous in the army.

The Wen family already had a very ordinary relationship with the military, so they didn't take this opportunity to show it off.

It will be very helpful in the future!

Therefore, leaving at this time is really stupid as a pig!

Butler Qin has maintained the glory of the Wen family all his life, how could he sit back and watch this happen.

"Haha! If you go back now, your father will scold you back!"

"According to Uncle Qin's arrangement, when Mr. Song dies, go up and show your face before leaving! Okay?"

Faced with Butler Qin's insistence, Wen Haohe was extremely irritated, and finally nodded, but then said.

"Who knows when this Lao Deng will die! Does he insist on waiting for three days and three nights, so I have to wait downstairs for three days and three nights?"

Butler Qin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party agreed.

"It's coming, it's coming! I asked, and the doctor said it's just for maintenance now. Once all the equipment is removed, people will die immediately..."

Wen Haohe stopped talking and leaned on his seat anxiously.

He turned his head to see what was going on outside, and suddenly his eyes widened.

But I saw a familiar figure appearing downstairs at Song Lian's house.

This is……

Yecheng?