nice to drive

Chengdu, South Kehua Road passes through a tunnel.

The city's longest underpass tunnel, from the city center to the south extension line, the whole journey is nearly three kilometers.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the traffic was not dense, and everything was in order.

A Land Rover Range Rover extended version of the off-road vehicle is driving in the tunnel normally.

Bian Shaoshan also held a copy of "West China Metropolis Daily" in his hand, wrapped into a roll and held it in his palm. Perhaps the overheating of the heater in the car made his palms sweat.

"I was watching the mountain scenery from the city tower, and I heard chaos outside the city..."

Listening intently, Bian Shaoshan tapped his fingers on the armrest rhythmically, and stared straight ahead.

The hair on his temples was bald and slightly sunken, and the wrinkles on his forehead had many grooves. The belt around his waist was tied tightly, which stretched out his protruding abdomen, and his breathing was a little stuffy.

But it didn't affect him at all, following the libretto of "Empty City Strategies" in the car audio, humming for a while.

This mandarin is obviously good.

Bian Shaoshan hummed so much that he forgot his words. The driver in the front seat was a little nervous when he saw that he was silent, and didn't dare to ask more questions. He drove seriously, and then he heard a sentence from the back seat: "Flags are flying in the air... Ying... Please come to the city to listen to me playing the piano!"

A Maybach S passed by, and quickly passed by his huge Land Rover, as if the body was about to be wiped off.

Born in an automobile group, he is very sensitive to the brands and license plates of various vehicles on the road, so he couldn't help but take a second look at the Maybach S in front of him.

He leaned back, thick black with a lot of white hair stubble, gently rubbed the headrest of the leather seat, and said in a tone of impatience: "The S in the front, can you catch up? Look at the back seat Which one is sitting? So arrogant!"

The driver's voice was trembling, and he didn't dare to step on the accelerator too hard: "Boss, boss, I'm already the fastest, I can't catch up..."

"Everyone else dares to speed, but you don't dare, promising!"

After cursing, Bian Shaoshan vented his anger, thinking that he was not a young man anymore, and he was too lazy to hurt himself in a short time.

He let out a "hey", seemingly out of anger and amused, leaned back on the seat, knocked on the window with his thick knuckles, picked up the tea cup on the car and uncovered it, cleared his throat, and felt Cursing secretly why the tunnel is not finished yet, continue to chant and sing.

"The name of the country is Shuhan, the year is Zhangwu, and the city of Chengdu..."

The phrase "Chengdu City" had just come to an end, when a light appeared in front of the tunnel, and it seemed that it would end soon.

Bian Shaoshan was about to open his mouth to continue singing, when he suddenly felt a movement behind his back, a pain in his neck, a powerful arm stretched out from behind, strangled his neck violently, and dragged him back desperately.

He groaned and whimpered, and thumped.

The driver in front saw from the rearview mirror that a strange man came out of the trunk, wearing a black mask, without a weapon in his hand, but suddenly strangled the vitals of his big boss.

The driver didn't dare to speak, and couldn't hear what Bian Shaoshan yelled indiscriminately. He was sweating coldly when he saw the Maybach S that overtook their car earlier.

The car was parked on the right side of the lane ahead with its emergency lights on, and emergency traffic lights and safety cones had been placed on the side of the road early.

All of this in the tunnel in the morning seemed to be a safety hazard accident, and the vehicle needed to stop urgently, nothing wrong with it.

Bian Shaoshan knew that all this was premeditated, so he stopped struggling, panting heavily with the tip of his nose, his chest heaving, and he heard a voice next to his ear: "Stop! Lean behind the car in front!"

The driver panicked and couldn't choose the right way, and couldn't listen to Bian Shaoshan's words anymore, so he turned on the emergency lights and moved over according to the instructions, and parked the car firmly behind.

The man calmly ordered the driver again: "Lie on the steering wheel, don't look back for 5 minutes. Go back and tell the people in Hongdae that the meeting this morning has been delayed until around [-] pm, and we will send someone to contact you to pick up the boss. "

Bian Shaoshan was startled, he even knew that he was rushing to Tianfu New District to attend the Hongda meeting?

In the next second, he only felt a dull pain in his neck, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

The last thing I saw was being dragged out of the car by several burly men, and the darkness in the tunnel.

The flickering headlights of the Maybach S in front are like poisonous snakes spitting out red letters in the dark night, trying to cover their pupils with that smear of light at any time.

……

After waking up, he was already in a dark room with no lights on. Bian Shaoshan looked around and found that it was a suite of a five-star hotel, with a tea table and a sofa, and tassels on the curtains.

The TV is off, and there is a mahjong table next to it, which is covered with satin and trimmed with gold thread.

There were two men standing by the mahjong table, he nodded his head, there were only four or five people in the room.

He was being served well, sitting on the single sofa, with a fruit plate on the tea table in front of him, and a tall man sitting on the opposite sofa, smoky, and his eyebrows could not be seen clearly in the dark.

When the smoke cleared a bit, Bian Shaoshan narrowed his eyes, and the gully between his forehead got deeper, and then he could see clearly the piercing eyebrows, the pool-like fundus, and the gently rolling Adam's apple in the darkness.

It is should and will.

He secretly investigated countless times in his hands, turned over his ID photos and met several times, and the eyebrows and eyes he had seen in Yuzhilan were unmistakable.

He is obviously a colleague in the industry or a strategic partner in business. Apart from forcing himself to drink at the dinner party, he didn't cause much trouble. How could he offend such a Buddha?

Ying Yujiang raised his head, a burst of savage hostility rushed toward his face like a wolf and a tiger, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes, which shocked Bian Shaoshan, almost half of his body limp on the sofa.

Bian Shaoshan stared at him, waiting for him to speak, until Ying Yu let out a long sigh of relief, pinched the cigarette in his hand, sparks seemed to quench the blade, and disappeared in the dark.

The subordinates around him immediately became alert, stood up straight, put their hands behind their backs, and looked solemn.

Bian Shaoshan subconsciously looks around for his phone.

When a person reaches middle age and has earned so much money, what he fears most is the word "death". He is afraid that he will have the ability to make money but not spend his life. People from Beijing, who can't figure out the way, don't know the rules, will die early. Hearing about Ying Yujiang's methods, he was so frightened to death that he fumbled up and down his pockets with both hands, but found nothing.

"Boss Bian."

The man's voice sounded suddenly, like a dull hammer in the darkness, knocking Bian Shaoshan's heart in shock.

"This is Shangri-La, top floor, suite."

Seeing Bian Shaoshan muttering and not answering, Ying and the general reported the situation, then checked the time, and it was already time for dinner, so I didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.

He took the printing paper handed over by the subordinate next to him, a large stack of it was ordered, put it on the table, and pushed it forward: "Here is the summary of Dayuan over the past few years, I will sort it out for you."

Bian Shaoshan stared wide-eyed, quickly took the materials on the table into his hand, calmly flipped through them, and read page by page. It was all about collusion between Dayuan and the political circles in Rongcheng who had stepped down before, with the old Shanxi Ministry, and in the local area. Do some things that can't be mentioned above.

And FAW-Volkswagen, and Audi, etc., even this year's vice-ministerial case has been dug out.

He was stunned, his heart swelled in secret, his expression was unpredictable, he coughed, and then raised his head with a smile: "Brother Ying, what do you mean?"

Ying Yu clasped his fingers on the table, clasped his hands, looked up at him, and replied, "It would be disgraceful to turn it over again."

Bian Shaoshan laughed and nodded again and again: "That's right! I didn't expect these things to be sorted out so carefully..."

"It's okay to invite you here today, I just want to make a deal with you."

After Ying and Jiang finished speaking, he put the stack of documents in his hands and turned them over and over again, his eyes fixed on the middle-aged man opposite him like a hawk, and his voice was cold: "I'll keep these documents, the matter of the BMW Pangu handed over the shares to Dayuan."

Before he could reply, Ying and Jiang sat up straight, and said: "If you want to turn over the Heqing case, don't mention it again."

Bian Shaoshan was taken aback for a moment, but he completely understood, dare to "invite" this person to "invite" himself in the tunnel just because he was busy looking up the old case of young master Jiabei recently?

Not to mention what happened to the case, even if Young Master He was sentenced to provoking quarrels and intentionally hurting people, the sentence would not last long, but two or three years later, it would not kill him, so why?

Besides, Young Master He was also injured...

The Bian family just took advantage of the gap in the track that they couldn't investigate, and He Qing's evidence was the first to act, and the Feng family's recent bad momentum, so they dared to swear that they would overturn the case in Jinjiang District.

Bian Shaoshan didn't expect that in the end, he would be generalized by this younger generation in his thirties. He was dissatisfied and secretly gritted his teeth: "Boss Ying is so bold, Beijing's rules are all like this?"

"I don't care what Beijing is like, and what Chengdu is like."

Ying Yujiang's eyes were like light shining into cold stars, and he said in a deep voice, "I am here, and I am the rule."

After he finished speaking, Bian Shaoshan was trembling with anger, he grabbed the armrests of the sofa, and tried to calm down: "I haven't realized that, in just one year, Pangu and Jiabei have reached this point?"

Ying and Jiang avoided this topic, and as soon as "Jabei" was mentioned, they thought of He Qing himself, those wet eyes seemed to dangle in front of his eyes, his face was blushing, and he scolded himself softly, "Fuck you!" .

Such a capable and proud person exposed all his weaknesses unpreparedly in front of him.

and a bruised back.

His eyes darkened, and Ying Yujiang said coldly: "Back then, Mr. Bian almost lost an arm."

"But He Qing hurt her entire back."

"He Qing's back is used to carry things."

Ying Yujiang stood up, as if he had no patience to talk to Bian Shaoshan, and threw a sentence: "Mr. Bian's arm that likes to hit people with the steering wheel, it doesn't matter if it is useless."

"Should and general!"

Bian Shaoshan suddenly stood up and looked at him. Sitting and being stared at by this junior was too oppressive, but he didn't think that the oppressive feeling would not decrease at all when he stood up: "Aren't you afraid of offending me?"

The man who was called out paused, and said with a sneer: "Bian Shaoshan, what I gave you were shares in BMW and a stack of old cases. If the latter is found out, you will be sentenced longer than He Qing."

"Some things are inconvenient to check in Sichuan, but it doesn't mean that no one checks you in the capital."

After finishing this sentence, he took Bian Shaoshan's cell phone, turned it on, and threw it on the table.

"It's just a transaction, everyone gets what they need."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Bian Shaoshan's expression, but just ordered a few words to his subordinates, took his coat from the hanger and put it on his body, and when one of his subordinates hung up the phone by the window and came back, he winked.

The subordinate who made the call walked up to Bian Shaoshan, bent down slightly, and said respectfully, "Boss Bian, we have already contacted your driver to pick you up."

Bian Shaoshan turned his head and saw that Ying and Jiang had already led two people, opened the door of the suite and went out.

There was sullenness in his eyes, but this seemed like a profitable deal.

Bian Shaoshan secretly clenched his fists, furiously angry, but he had to swallow his breath temporarily. After all, he is a businessman, so he naturally understands the stock and his hard work. Compared with venting anger for his son and severely defeating his opponent, these two Next, which side is more important.

Waiting downstairs in Shangri-La, seeing the very ostentatious stretched Land Rover Range Rover coming to pick up the boss in the car, and fleeing away, Ying and Jiang started the car, dismissed the following men, and drove alone The car goes to the company.

He can hold this matter firmly, he has inquired a lot about the ins and outs, and he has seen too much of Bian Shaoshan's temper.

In the previous business field, especially those in such high positions, they were most afraid of someone taking advantage of the loopholes they made.

No matter how turbulent he is in Beijing, it is the past tense, and he has nothing to do with crime at all, most of them are business means, let alone the content that has nothing to do with the Criminal Law [-].

Now in Chengdu, I put aside my sharpness, stand solidly, behave uprightly, have a younger brother at home, and there is a young master who loves to toss by my pillow, where does he get the strength to think about things.

He didn't want to disturb He Qing, and he didn't want anyone to disturb He Qing about the reversal of the case.

That's it.

……

He couldn't get in touch with He Qing when he got home, and he thought that he was still busy with business in Gabei. It was getting closer and closer to the end of the year, and there were more and more things. The messy car fair was also rushing to send cars to the exhibition.

When he returned to Pangu at night and was busy for a long time, Ying and Jiang dialed the congratulations phone number, and they heard the noise over there, the voices of many men talking, accompanied by the sound of running water.

He Qing was too noisy, talking all by shouting, the water drops on his hands hadn't been wiped clean, and he was afraid that the receiver would get foggy, so he had to cover it with his hand and said, "Where are you?"

Here it is again, every time I can't find He Qing, where did this person go to play, and when I make a phone call, the ones being questioned are always Ying and Jiang, feeling as if I disappeared while playing.

"Pangu."

Ying Yujiang heard strange voices from his side, and men's voices one after another, as if they were excited, burned or something, and continued: "Where did you go to have fun?"

He Qing was scalded by the water and groaned and kicked the wooden barrel: "Damn, I'm a fairy in the water..."

Ying Yujiang's mind was in a mess, and after thinking for a long time, he realized that "Shuishangxian" is a top-notch women's bathing center in Chengdu.

He was completely stunned by this consciousness, and didn't understand what He Qing was doing there, so he asked in a cold voice, "Wash your feet?"

It was just a casual talk, but He Qing didn't expect that Ying Yujiang really knew about this place. He thought that someone must have invited him, so he was a little jealous...

No, now you can't argue with anyone, how can you be jealous?

Afraid of being misunderstood, He Qing quickly explained: "Trust me! I didn't wash my feet, I washed them vegetarian..."

Ying Yujiang's brows twitched when he heard that, he didn't say congratulations to wash his feet.

He Qing over there also seemed to feel that it was getting darker and darker. He took his feet out of the hot water and wiped his face with a towel on his shoulders. Sweat dripped down his chin. This kid is in a hurry.

"I, I am, to accompany my uncle and the others, just my dad's friends... How did I know they were good at it? Come to the women's bathing center. I didn't expect there to be a steam room for men here..."

Ying and Jiang gave a "hmm" and roughly understood, and said, "Okay, what time is the end, I will pick you up."

I'm stupid, don't come!

His uncle also ordered three women to wait on him and pinch his feet. Although they refused, but they can't guarantee that they will come to him later!

He Qing didn't dare to say something, looked up at a group of middle-aged men who were hugging each other, his eyes were almost foggy, he felt a little guilty, and said embarrassingly: "No, it's over in a while, really! "

Ying Yujiang believed him, and he was not a suspicious person. Seeing that the congratulatory reaction was so violent, he thought it would be inconvenient, so he didn't force him anymore. He said a few words to tell him to go back earlier, and then hung up the phone.

When he swiped into Heqing Moments, he was already on his way home. Chengdu was still bustling under the night, with vehicles constantly coming and going, and yellow lights flashing. He was not in a hurry to go home today, and stepped on slowly. The brakes stopped.

After waiting for the green light, he took out his mobile phone and flipped through it, and saw a circle of friends that He Qing sent before he called He Qing in the afternoon.

The picture is a photo of He Qing and a middle-aged man. It was obviously taken by someone else. Both of them were standing, with towels around their waists, and slippers. Clearly, it is probably due to fog.

The chest and abdominal muscles are blurred, but you can see the beautiful waistline and fair complexion...

And not far from the feet, a pair of pink ladies slippers, and the long white legs of the eyes, and the orange pleated skirt above.

The accompanying text reads: After half a year, I met with Uncle Guo. [yeah]

Moreover, Ying Yuchen praised him again.

Ying Yujiang took a good taste in his heart, silently clicked the thumbs up, and commented lightly: the legs are not bad.

Not long after he posted this sentence, when he refreshed it again, his brother's like was gone, and his brother was still replying to him under the circle of friends called Congratulations, with a long series of: brother! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Ying Yujiang opened the dialog box, and saw the WeChat messages sent by Ying Yuchen popping up one after another.

Xiao Er: Brother!

Xiao Er: Brother, I also want to wash jio!

Xiao Er: Come pick me up from school!Let's find my sister-in-law together!

Xiao Er: [Egg Flower Cries/]

Should and will: "..."

He locked the phone screen, sighed, and threw the phone on the center console with a cool expression on his face.

Both of them owed to clean up.

① Wash jio: Wash your feet.