Vibrant color, fragrant dust, far away fragrance

In the side hall of the An mansion, a low table of nearly two square meters was placed in the middle. On the table were various fruit snacks and several jugs. The jugs were placed in a large glass bowl with crushed ice at the bottom. I felt a chill rushing over me.

There was a bamboo mat on the floor, and four men sat on the mat, sitting around the table.Being in the top position for a long time made the four of them look graceful and extravagant.Three of them are in their 60s and [-]s, one is pale, and the other two are ten months pregnant.The only man who was younger didn't look forty.

"Yuzhi, these years, you haven't aged at all!" The pale man laughed.

"How can I not be old? I'm over 40." The young man replied.

"It's true, it looked like this five years ago, and it hasn't changed at all now! No matter how old you are, our group of guys are all fucking buried!" one of the generals laughed and scolded.

The other general only cared about eating, eating watermelon and grapes.

"Old Zhao, don't be so fucking embarrassing, can you, there are more than 50 people, can you change this stinky problem!" The general slapped Old Zhao on the belly.

Old General Zhao laughed, swallowed a big mouthful of watermelon without even throwing up the seeds, and said, "No way, I was hungry when I was young, but now I can't help it when I see something to eat!"

The young man just watched the three old friends laughing and didn't interrupt.

He lay down on his side on the bamboo mat, with his coat half open, revealing his thin chest, with one elbow resting on the ground, supporting the back of his head, and holding a wine glass in the other hand. Swinging around, taking a sip from time to time.

The golden wine cup is carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the fine wine in the cup reflects bright waves as he shakes.

The leisurely and casual attitude makes people forget the vulgarity.

"Yuzhi, where's Yichen? Call him out to have a look, I haven't seen him for several years." The Qinghuang man said.

The young man is An Yuzhi.

One of An Yu beckoned, and a servant from outside trotted in.

"Where's Yichen? Tell him to come over." An Yuzhi ordered.

"Master, the young master Ning who lived in the mansion a while ago was kidnapped. The young master took people out and hasn't come back yet." The servant has followed An Yu for a long time, and he has developed a calm temperament. Such a big matter is also slow. speak out.

The three sons of the Ning family have always been ranked around An Yichen as the young master, An Xunli as the eldest master, and An Jingshen as the young master.No matter master or servant, everyone calls it that.

If An Yuzhi said to call the young master over, it must be referring to An Yichen alone.

"Oh? Master Ning, it's Zhiyuan, he's still a troublemaker." An Yuzhi chuckled, "Who did Yichen take?"

"I brought Xiao Wu, and a few gunmen that the young master found himself." The servant replied.

The three people on the side also noticed An Yuzhi's conversation, and hurriedly asked, "Yuzhi, is something wrong?"

An Yuzhi waved his hand and let the footman go out.

"It's nothing. He's a boy from Brother Ning's family. He's living in my house now. I don't know who has kidnapped him. Yichen has already gone and brought Xiao Wu with him. We don't care about children's affairs."

The three of them were very convinced by An Yuzhi, and when they heard that he was fine, they stopped asking questions and continued to chat and laugh, "That kid in Haotian's house is amazing. I went to Haotian's house once when he was a child. Good guy, his beard was taken by him." Burnt to the ground, that little guy is a clever ghost!"

"I heard that when you grow up, you don't have to worry about it. Haotian always complains every time he comes."

The three of them talked about their own evils again, and finally they talked about An Yichen, they could only envy An Yuzhi.

The three old urchins around him quarreled again, An Yuzhi simply closed his eyes, and after a while, he fell asleep in a daze.

Bazhen Restaurant is not located in the bustling area of ​​Nanjing, so in the evening, there are fewer people. There are only a few tables downstairs where guests chat with a few cold dishes.

Of the boxes upstairs, only one was lit, and the rest were closed, so there were probably no guests.

Song Hu walked into the restaurant mysteriously from the street, told the boss to look for someone, and hurried upstairs.

The boss glanced at him and let him go up.

Song Huwei entered the only room upstairs that was lit.Push the door open, then quickly close the door.

There was only one middle-aged man in a suit in the box. The man was short and fat with dark skin. He was wearing a suit, but he was obviously too thin when he buttoned it up.

"Uncle, why did you call me over now?" Song Huwei asked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is Song Huwei's uncle, Yang Changfu, who is the chief of the finance department of Nanjing City. He usually uses his position to help the Song family launder money.

The middle-aged man looked very nervous.

"Huwei, let me ask you, has your father also come to Nanjing?"

Song Huwei looked a little uncomfortable, "Uncle, why are you asking this? No. Who said that?"

"Who said what? You bastard, you still want to hide it from me! Did you kidnap Ning Haotian's son!" Yang Changfu was in a hurry, grabbing Song Huwei and wishing he could swallow him alive.

Song Huwei grabbed Yang Changfu's hand and explained, "How is it possible, uncle, how did we kidnap Ning Zhiyuan, where did you get the news?"

Yang Changfu knew Song Huwei very well, and seeing him keep asking where the news came from, he already confirmed it in his heart.

It's just that the more I think about it, the colder my heart becomes.

My brother-in-law is a ruthless character, killing people without blinking an eye.He spent all his ancestral property a few years ago to find a lucrative job in the government. Unexpectedly, within half a year, he was approached by his brother-in-law to help them launder money.Although there is a lot of money each time, for the head of Tangtang's finance department, he really doesn't lack this money, so he doesn't want to take the risk, but his brother-in-law's family is a gangster, he dare not mess with it I have been able to help him for many years.Simply nothing happened.

But now, they are really desperate!

Yang Changfu tried his best to calm himself down, pulled Song Huwei to sit down, and then said in a low voice, "What you did is too unclean. Someone from the intelligence department saw your father in Nanjing, and after inquiring about it in Beiping, you are now working with Ning Haotian was making a fuss, so he naturally guessed that he was tied up by your father. I'm afraid the investigation has started now!"

"What!" Song Huwei jumped up from the chair all of a sudden.

Yang Changfu sighed, and said, "What can I do about this stupid thing you guys did!"

Song Huwei thought for a while, and then calmed down again, "We left the port by boat at nine o'clock in the evening, and the group of people in the intelligence department may not be so fast! Once we are at sea, the king of heaven and I will not be able to find out."

Yang Changfu pondered for a while, and said, "It's better to be safe. It's better to lock up the hostages in another place. It's too eye-catching for you several big men from other places to come in and out in one place."

Song Huwei said, "Let's forget it. It's only a few hours before boarding. We'll be at the Ping'an Inn on Dock Road. It will be convenient to get on board then."

After Song Huwei finished speaking, Yang Changfu sighed.

Song Huwei was taken aback, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

At this moment, the thin wall blocked by the side screen was broken, and the smoke and dust scattered!

It turned out that the wall between the two private rooms had already been broken into a hole one person high, but it was covered with white ash and blocked by a screen, so it couldn't be seen at first sight.

Song Huwei knew he had been tricked and wanted to escape through the front door, but just as he opened the door, he was kicked back by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.Song Huwei felt that his leg bones were about to split, and he couldn't even stand up.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a handsome young man in a suit stepped out.

Yang Changfu bowed to the young man, "Minister An."

The author has something to say: I didn’t update something yesterday, I wrote a leave note in the last chapter, but it seems that it hasn’t been posted.Resume update today.

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