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On He Huan's memorial day, Han Ziye went to Cuiyuan alone as usual, and came back three days later.In the early morning, I took the executive secretary to the Naval Equipment Department to deliver a plan for a certain model modification. On the way back to the company, I asked the driver to detour to the farm. There was a banquet at home, and Uncle Zhong invited the cook from the mansion to look at the ingredients ordered. How well prepared.The car drove towards the farm, and the more we drove, the less we drove. We passed a rather secluded hot spring hotel, and the executive secretary pointed out the window and said, "Isn't that Rong Shao's car?"

Looking over in the early morning, I saw Han Zirong getting out of the car with a tall man in Middle Eastern attire and entering the revolving door, and the driver quickly drove the car away.

He bowed his head and pondered for a while. Guests from the Middle East usually only stay in the official hall when they come. Even for entertainment or activities, they would not choose such a small hot spring hotel. He couldn't ignore his instinct and decided to go in and have a look.

He asked the driver to stop and asked the executive secretary to go back first. He pretended to be a guest and wanted to go in, but was stopped by a few tough men at the door. These people were not employees of the hotel at first glance. Their hair was dyed red and green, and they were dressed in matching colors. An ugly T-shirt, with exaggerated gold jewelry and diamond watches, and an ill-fitting black suit.

One of them, with a gold earring on one ear, looked him up and down and said, "Today, the venue is reserved and closed."

In the early morning, he pretended to be ignorant and asked, "Why?"

The man slightly lifted the suit with his right hand, revealing the gun inside: "Why are there so many! Let's go!"

In the early morning, Wei Nuo Nuo turned around and walked away, sneaked to the back door of the hotel, hid behind the landscape tree, and found that there were also vicious people guarding it.

This group of people looked like gangsters, which gang?Han Zirong had just met the Minister of Defense, so he would not be ignorant of the cabinet's attitude, besides, Jingji had already made a promise, what was he going to do?

Thinking about it early in the morning, I took off my coat and hid it in the grass. I messed up my hair to cover my eyebrows and eyes. I took off my shirt and rubbed it dirty in the grass and put it on again. I went around behind the huge trash cans and found A particularly dirty one, dumped out its contents, and pushed toward the back door.

He pretended to come to the back door to collect garbage, deliberately pushed the wheels at the bottom of the bucket crookedly, and approached with his head down. The guards were so sick by the sour smell of the garbage can, they cursed him and told him to hurry up. go in.

Go inside in the early morning and hide the trash can in the empty space in the stairwell, and look back and forth in the corridor with your head down. This is the annex building, which is connected to the main building in front by a passage. Because the place is reserved, most of the employees are not there, and the corridor is quiet Yes, he looked around and found the pantry.There was only one young man in the pantry sitting on a chair with his back bent and playing with his mobile phone. He looked around early in the morning and found no surveillance cameras. He quietly walked up to the man's back and knocked him unconscious, then stripped off his uniform and put it on again.

He rummaged around and found a chef's hat and a box of disposable masks in the cabinet, so he dressed up and pushed a dining car to the front building.

The front building was also empty, so he slipped around and saw four people waiting at the door of a small meeting room, so he walked slowly with a cart.The people at the door lifted the covers respectively, saw the exquisite fruit plate and snacks inside, and beckoned him to go in.

After entering in the early morning, he couldn't raise his head, but lowered his eyebrows to please his eyes and tried to slow down as much as possible. He bent his waist and put things on the table, and his eyes turned around to see two pairs of leather shoes and a white robe. There should be three people. Hearing Han Zirong say with a smile: "Although it's a bit of a setback, the cost will inevitably be a bit more, but now the limelight is tight, and this is the only way I have at hand. If Mr. Hun agrees, we can sign the contract now."

A strange voice sounded: "Oh, this matter can be decided in a short time? I remember that the general manager is your cousin who has not yet grown hair!"

He stretched out his hand and squeezed a longan from the fruit plate that was just laid out in the morning, "Also, Rong Shao, although we borrowed it from your Middle Eastern friend to turn it around, it was only in name after all, and it didn't really go that far. If you double the price, I can't stand it."

You can't stay long in the morning, bow your waist and leave the room after getting effective information.Immediately after walking out of the surveillance range, he took out his phone and contacted Fang Ya: "Fang Ya! How many copies of the contract presented by Young Master Rong have you faxed to Jade Garden?"

"The general manager will explain all the contracts for today at five o'clock in the evening."

Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief: "Leave it to you first, don't fax it, wait until I get back!"

"Good Raffae."

He called Peter again: "Peter, please help me find out which gang has the surname Hun?"

Peter didn't even have to think about it: "Hun Baiqing? The boss of the Green Gang. He used to be Hong Ye's close subordinate. He killed Hong Ye and made himself king. Why do you ask?"

In the early morning, I didn't have time to explain, so I just said, "It's okay, let's talk later, Bye!"

"Hey, where are you—"

Peter was holding the phone in a daze, what was he doing, he hadn't finished talking yet.

Early in the morning, he put together the information he had received. If the Green Gang is willing to sign the contract, then today he will sign the contract with the Middle East and fax it to Jade Garden for Ziye to sign.In order not to arouse Han Zirong's fear, Ziye has never been involved in matters with the Middle East. Basically, the contract is signed without even looking at it. If it is signed, the consequences will be disastrous. It's hard to clean up. Fortunately, it was discovered in time and the contract can be stopped. Then we can find a way to deal with it tomorrow.In the morning, I couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat off my forehead.

Go back the same way, push the trash can and bow your head out, and change your clothes behind the bushes.

He didn't dare to wait. If he called a car to pick him up, he was afraid that he would bump into Han Zirong. This place is remote, and there are no taxis. His whole body is dirty and smelly. He probably won't be able to stop anyone who is willing to give him a ride. After thinking about it, I can only go to the farm, and there will be a car there.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day, and the sun was extremely strong after autumn. He didn't dare to delay. He ran as long as he could, and walked if he couldn't run. The water in his body was evaporated by the sun. Instead, his mouth and nasal cavity were dry. He couldn't help coughing, and he didn't care that his leather shoes were not suitable for running. The blisters on his feet were worn out, and he was sore from his own sweat.

When he finally arrived, he felt like he was about to faint. The manager of the farm was taken aback. A homeless man came from somewhere, smelling like garbage. After a while, he recognized him.Seeing that he didn't bother to take a shower and change clothes, he hurriedly found a car to take him back to Jingjing.

Fang Ya was also startled when she saw him. This man was like rolling in the mud. He could smell the smell no matter where he was, and he was limping. Find out the contract with the Middle East and send it to the general manager's office, and I'll take a shower."

Fang Ya brought the contract to the office, and came out soon in the morning. He had no change of clothes, so he had to wear dress trousers and a shirt. Fang Ya was startled when he saw the numerous injuries on his snow-white and beautiful feet, "Raffae, What happened? What happened to your foot?"

Only in the early morning did he have the strength to smile: "Fang Ya, you don't know how lucky we are." He told the ins and outs, even Fang Ya was in a cold sweat, terrified, and thanked God.

There were only three contracts sent by Han Zirong today. In the early morning, he saw at a glance that the ten contracts with the bazookas were the ones that were negotiated today. He took out the contract and showed it to Fang Ya, "Just this one is enough for us to never recover."

Fang Ya patted her chest: "Fortunately, the general manager will be back tomorrow night, and I can still delay it for a day."

At that moment, the two of them discussed it, and they will wait for Han Ziye to come back.

In the early morning, the toes, heels, soles and insteps of the feet were all injured. I ran to the finish line with all my strength, and now I couldn’t walk. His face was pale, and his heart ached so much that tears were about to fall.

Han Ziye came home at dinner time, but did not see Qingchen at the door, so he asked Uncle Zhong, "Where is he?"

Uncle Zhong replied: "The young master is applying the medicine in the room."

He frowned: "Take medicine? What's wrong? Where did you get hurt?"

Uncle Zhong shook his head: "Young master, go and have a look, the child has run a long way, and his feet are worn out."

Midnight went upstairs to look, and saw Jinmei squatting there to change the dressing on the feet that had been put on the chair in the morning. Those thin, white and slender feet were covered with iodine. The purple, purple, yellow, and yellow were very scary. He walked over Grabbing the foot to look at it, I screamed in pain in the early morning, and hurriedly pulled the foot out and called "Master", trying to stand up, forgetting the injury on the foot, when it touched the ground, the pain was so painful that I would fall down, and the quilt night He took a copy in his arms and fell on the bed.

Every year on He Huan's memorial day, he would be in a bad mood after sweeping the tomb. He was used to it in the early morning. In order not to hurt himself, he was used to minimizing his sense of existence at this time of year.

Jin Mei had already run out under the hint of early morning.

Ziye stared at his feet, "I've been away for three days and you can do all these tricks, how did you do it?"

In the early morning, I didn't bother to analyze whether his words were more annoying or distressing, so I hurriedly picked the main thing and ignored the part about sneaking into the hotel.

How could Han Ziye be coaxed by him, and immediately asked: "Who found out? You?"

Nod silently.

"How did you find out?"

In the early morning, I had no choice but to tell the story of myself pretending to be a garbage collector and sneaking into the hotel, and pretending to be a staff member to enter the box.

Ziye was really furious: "You won't call me? What are you doing? Are you really capable of making yourself like this? What, you think I will love you? Give you a medal?"

In the early morning, he bowed his head and said nothing, and in the middle of the night, staring at the hair Xuan, he paced back and forth angrily,

"Are you out of your mind? Peter and the others are here, you won't ask for help? Get in by yourself, thanks to your thinking, you think Han Zirong will keep you if you are discovered?"

Thinking of Han Zirong's squinting staring at Qingchen, he felt a chill running down his back, and couldn't help but get even more angry.

"Foot, how did you do it?"

In the early morning, Nuonuo dared not make a sound.

Midnight shouted: "Say!"

Shocked in the early morning, I had to say it.

Han Ziye just felt furious, and he didn't know who he was angry with and what he was angry with. There was no way to resolve the anger, so he had to slam the door and go to the study to make a phone call.

In the morning, with his head down, he was startled by the sound of the door closing. Looking at his feet, which had been smeared with medicine and hadn't been bandaged yet, he curled his mouth and smiled. He felt that his young master seemed to love him more than he hated him.