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Back in the room, Han Yang lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling above his head. The words of Cheng Yuan and Qi Ziheng lingered in his mind for a long time.

The data information of some domestic enterprises...

If I get this information, how helpful will it be to regain Han's business?And having mastered this data, how much will it increase the chances of winning for Cheng Yuan in the future?

Han Yang made a simple statistics, and the final result even he found incredible.

After Cheng Yuan returned to the bedroom, Han Yang had turned over and fell into a deep sleep. In the afternoon, the two of them were woken up by the servant and went downstairs to have a brief understanding of some cooperation and partners.

When Cheng Yuan was surrounded by people, the housekeeper next to Alexander came over: "Mr. Han, Mr. Alexander is here."

Han Yang put it down immediately and was caught. He followed the housekeeper all the way up the elevator and finally stopped at the door of Alexandre's bedroom. The housekeeper opened the door and made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. is inside, please."

Han Yang stepped into the room cautiously, but the housekeeper didn't follow.Moreover, he closed the door thoughtfully, and he scanned it roughly. Alexandre's bedroom is very big. If he rides a bicycle here, there must be no problem at night, but it is very well behaved.

The resting place is connected to the study room, as well as the living room and toilet, and even equipped with a theater and leisure room.Alexandre sat on the sofa watching the theater, didn't look at him, but flipped through the channels boredly with the remote control, and didn't move when he heard him coming.

Han Yang lowered his head and straightened his suit, then strode over: "Mr. Alexandre, you are looking for me."

"Sit down." Alexander put down the remote control and turned to look at him: "Aren't you wondering why I'm so calm about your arrival?"

"Of course you have your reasons." Han Yang replied.

Alexandre smiled, leaned on the sofa and drank wine: "After your accident in the hotel five years ago, William came to me on his own initiative, hoping that I could let you go and be honest about your relationship. Young man, You are amazing, I thought that William's cold and hard heart would not be melted by anyone."

"So, you mean...?"

"I'm very realistic. Even if my grandson is useless, he's like a dog who won't please. Therefore, I made an exchange with William. All industries are pushed to the peak, and I will promise him an heir."

Han Yang didn't answer, just sat and looked at the old man quietly, he suddenly thought of someone, hesitated for a moment and then said: "In fact, Wenbosi is more suitable to be the heir than Cheng Yuan."

"No." Alexandre put down his wine glass, took a puff of the hookah with his head tilted, and slowly exhaled the smoke, "That kid is insidious and vicious enough. If I let him be the heir, I will only follow my path again. Was poisoned to death in bed one day."

"Why did you tell me this?" Han Yang glanced at Alexandre's wine glass, then slowly withdrew his gaze, deliberately ignoring the debris floating inside.

"I want to make a deal with you." Alexander looked at him with a smile. If he didn't have such a large family business, he would be a very kind and amiable old man: "I checked you. To be honest, William likes I don't care whether it's a man or a woman, but if he likes you, it's enough to surprise me. Mr. Han, you are not a good person, and you are even more unsuitable for William. "

"Mr. Alexandre, what do you think I can gain by making a deal with the devil?" Han Yang smiled, crossed his hands on his lap, and leaned gently on the sofa: "But I'm curious, do you want to make a deal with the devil?" What am I trading."

"In recent years, William's influence has expanded rapidly, so that I can't participate in his decision-making when he is in Asia. Except for some written materials, I can't get any information. Mr. Han, if you are smart enough, you should know Make proper use of your own advantages. And I...will not treat you badly." Alexandre said as he pressed the button on the armrest of the sofa, and the butler walked in with things after a while.

"This is the account details of your Han family. It clearly shows the expenses and all the plans. And there will be at least [-] million yuan missing. I believe these things can help you."

Han Yang didn't expect that Alexandre would suddenly do such a thing. He roughly browsed through the information. In addition to the account details, there are some recent situations about Dong's family. It can be said that the investigation is very clear.

Just when he was about to close it, a check fell out of the file, and the amount on it was enough for Han Yang to live comfortably for ten lifetimes. He picked up the check and read it in his hand, laughing: "What does this mean?"

Alexander shrugged indifferently: "This is the funds used to turn you around. How about Mr. Han, I am sincere enough."

Han Yang nodded, and accepted these things without the slightest hesitation: "I've been a little white rabbit who has been bullied for a long time, but I want to taste what it's like to make a deal with the devil."

Alexandre was very satisfied, but also very surprised that Han Yang would agree to him so happily, and watched Han Yang leave and immediately told the housekeeper: "Go and see, don't let him play tricks."

"Yes." The housekeeper bowed slightly, and secretly followed Han Yang's pace.

Han Yang came out of the bedroom and was taken back to the bedroom by the servant. Cheng Yuanzheng was half leaning on the sofa with a tired face when he opened the door. When he came back, he stretched out his hand: "Where did you go? This place is no bigger than our house. When you go out, let People follow, be careful."

Han Yang glanced at the hand hanging in the air, and sat down with him for a long time: "Go out for a stroll, are you done?" Saying that, he winked at the door.

Cheng Yuan understood immediately, the expression on his face changed, and finally sat on the sofa without moving a muscle.Instead, Han Yang got up, took a bottle of good wine from the wine shelf next to him, poured two glasses and pushed it to Cheng Yuan: "It's been a long time since we had a good drink together, let's have some?"

Cheng Yuan picked up the wine glass and drank it down. As soon as he put down the glass, he saw Han Yang blowing directly on the bottle, and immediately reached out to stop him: "You don't have enough stomach, do you?"

Han Yang took advantage of the situation and put his arms around his neck, laughed twice, looked back at the shadow that disappeared at the door, and then let out a foul breath, whether he was drunk or not: "I'm happy."

Cheng Yuan hugged his waist and sighed: "Now we can talk, what did you do?"

"Don't you know?" Han Yang tilted his head and leaned on Cheng Yuan's shoulder, smiling: "Is there anything I do here that can escape your eyes?"

Cheng Yuan paused, and then hugged Han Yang even tighter. He didn't refute, but asked in a deep voice, "You promised him?"

Han Yang let out a 'hmm', playing with the brooch on Cheng Yuan's neckline with one hand: "I will convey your news to him at that time, you have to cooperate with me."

He was having fun when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. Han Yang raised his head and met the indifferent and angry eyes of the man, and then he heard Cheng Yuan say: "What do you want, I can't satisfy you? I can give you what he can give you." I can still give it to you! Do you know the consequences of making a deal with my grandfather? Han Yang, do you really want to get the rags of the Han family so much?"

Han Yang was stunned by the scolding, then immediately calmed down, let go of Cheng Yuan calmly, lowered his head and poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he clearly heard the sound of Cheng Yuan picking up his coat and rushing out the door. His hand holding the cup began to tremble violently. A bitter and ferocious smile appeared on his face for a while, and he rubbed the necklace on his neck with one hand, as if Talking to himself like:

"I may not find a reason for myself to live other than scrambling for the garbage."