The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

After Song Zhi got into the car, he confirmed that no one was chasing him. He didn't start flipping through the phone directly, but first randomly took out a few pieces of paper and wrapped it in it.

When he was in Qingyuan, he accompanied the old man to watch a lot of military and spy movies.Since this person's SIM card is not bound to his ID card, he can only rely on the fingerprint on the phone to prove that the card number is related to him.

Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that the corner of his mouth hurt.

He looked in the rearview mirror, and saw a small opening in the corner of his mouth, which was caused by a punch just now, and the tender flesh in his mouth was also hit by his teeth, and it was a whole piece, inside and out, again. It is swollen and painful.

Sure enough, when people are in a state of extreme excitement, the pain will be reduced.It wasn't until the adrenal hormones faded away that I realized where my body was hurting.The pampered little tea master never suffered such injuries, he wiped off a little blood with a paper towel, and immediately grinned.

Covering the corner of his bleeding mouth with one hand, he operated the steering wheel with the other.

Drive from the village entrance of Jia Town to the city, drive a few steps away, and glance at the side of the road.

He noticed a few words at once.

——Quick Whale Logistics.

Song Zhi was alert all over.

This is a small logistics transfer station, built on the side of the road, surrounded by a desert.Song Zhi didn't pay attention when he came, and only now discovered it.

The logistics site recorded in the eldest brother's address book is here.

While thinking, he parked the car on the side of the road.

The gate of Kuaijing Logistics is very simple, and the red brick wall next to it is low and low. Only four large characters are printed with white spray paint, and there is a series of contact information underneath, nothing else.

Song Zhi walked in.

A dirty striped plastic sheet was spread on the floor, and a pile of express boxes was spread out on top of it.There was a woman with half fingertips bent over there, checking something.

Seeing someone approaching the door, he said without looking back, "Pickup code."

Song Zhi said, "I'm not picking up the courier."

"Sister, I want to ask." Song Zhi was still a little uncertain when he spoke, after all, it has been almost two years.

"In the spring of the previous year, did a sender named Song Xiang come to your place? A few days before his accident, he sent a courier here."

"Song Xiang?" The woman bent down and stopped, and suddenly turned her head, a strand of hair hanging in front of her eyes, staring at Song Zhi like a hook, "Who are you?"

"I'm his brother."

The woman looked him up again: "Yes."

Her hands and feet were nimble, and when the sound came, the woman was already walking into the house.

Song Zhi slightly widened his eyes.

Have?

The eldest sister rummaged in the house for a while, and came out quickly with a thin white envelope in her hand.

"This is the document your brother sent away at the time." She said, "I just got it and before I sent it away, I heard that he collided with our driver at night..."

"There is a problem with the form your brother sent. There is no such address at all. After the document was handed over to the transfer station at the higher level, it was sent back directly. If you contact again, no one will pick it up."

"Take it away." The woman said, "Let me see your ID card."

Song Zhi took out his mobile phone and showed her the scanned copy of the ID card stored in it.

"Oh." The elder sister lamented for him: "Take it away."

At this time, the express mail that had been delivered nearly two years later was handed over to Song Zhi.

Everything seems to be going flawlessly...

Song Zhi opened the file and found a kraft paper bag inside. He unwound the wax-soaked white cotton thread round and round, and then opened it——

From it, he took out a thin notebook of disciplinary inspection results, and a few red-headed manuscript papers with the titles of H-zone agencies.

The eldest sister continued to bend over to work, and ignored Song Zhi.The latter took his things and walked out full of doubts, but saw the man who fought with him today on the wall of the yard—the lower right corner of the staff photo column.

Song Zhi glanced at the names below.

It turned out that his name was Jia Shouzhi.

But the photo of the driver who caused the accident—the one Song Zhi had seen in his father's study, was placed in the upper left corner. His appearance looked simple and honest.But because the brakes of the big car he was driving failed and he hit Song Xiang in a dead corner, he had to serve three years in prison and had to pay compensation to their family.

Song Zhi frowned.

The driver who caused the accident and the caller were colleagues at the same logistics transfer station...

"Sister, I want to ask, who is this person?" Song Zhi asked, pointing to Jia Shouzhi's photo.

From a distance, the woman squinted her eyes and said, "He."

"I haven't come to work for a long time."

"This man has been in this business for many years. He was originally responsible for picking up your brother's orders that day, but there happened to be an emergency and someone else changed. Well, if he takes over, maybe..." The woman glanced at Song Zhi, I didn't continue talking.

Under the photo is not only Jia Shouzhi's name, but also the delivery license plate number. Song Zhi looked at it blankly, without blinking his eyes.

Things are gradually surfacing.

The day the elder brother had an accident, was he on his way to deliver a courier, not on his way to find him?

But why, the version he heard said that it was because the elder brother went out to find him?

Everything seemed to be beyond what he knew... Song Zhi couldn't help shivering, he couldn't remember how he got out of the logistics transfer station.

Tighten your down jacket and look up at the sky.

He suddenly felt that this winter was terribly cold.

Song Zhi returned home and put all the things on the table.

He is glad that he has made a difference. Although he has no clue, this trip has been very rewarding.

The eyes glanced over.

Address books, mobile phones, file bags... When they were displayed in front of him, Song Zhi felt that between himself and the truth, it was as if there was only a layer of placenta between him and the truth.In the placenta, the gestational chaos has not yet formed, but it is constantly growing, until the outer coating is quite full.

But this thin layer of coating is a slippery, sticky, extremely tough barrier. It presents a milk powder color, mixed with bloodshot and some bruised blood vessels, which makes people feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable. nausea.

Just like seeking the truth of this accident, if you want to break through this barrier, you must suffer intense pain like childbirth.

Song Zhi sat down in silence and studied the documents carefully.

Due to being stored in the transfer station for too long, the paper still had an old and damp smell, he opened a page——

"Investigation Report on Comrade Qin Huai's Corruption Mistakes"

Qinhuai...

Song Zhi flipped back, and the report was bound into a thin volume, which was divided into three parts: the source of the case, the basis of the investigation, and the final result.

The more he looked, the more he frowned. This man named Qin Huai was investigated by the discipline inspection department ten years ago for embezzling millions.Before that, this person was the same age as Song Xiang, but even more accomplished than Song Xiang.

Why did the eldest brother send his investigation report?Song Xiang works in a confidential agency, why...is it related to the discipline inspection report?

Song Zhi glanced at the mailing address.

Sent to a law firm in Gansu Province.

Why send it to a law firm?Still using this kind of little-known logistics?The eldest brother works in a confidential unit. This unit is in charge of confidential documents and abides by the code of confidentiality. How could such a logistics be used! ?

There were more and more mysteries, which appeared randomly in his mind for a while.

Song Zhi immediately searched for the character "Qin Huai" on his phone.

The search engine popped up hundreds of relevant information, but unlike the negative news that Song Zhi had just received, those news were all positive reports.

He swept over one by one.

Japan-China Investment Corporation legal person.

Social Disability Fund philanthropist.

Member of Landscape Painting Association.

Not only that, but he also found photos of the other party on the Internet.

Qin Huai stood in front of a Song Dynasty landscape painting, staring at the camera with sharp eyes. His face was thin and his nose was high. He had a very energetic appearance, but his demeanor was too...insidious.

When I was young, I didn't worry much, otherwise, how could someone have such a gloomy face?

The report displayed some information about charitable donations, art collections, investment activities, and news about Qin Huai's auction of sky-high prices for tea.Song Zhi heard that a jin of Longjing tea tray worth 7000 million yuan was auctioned off by a rich man this year.

In Song Zhi's eyes, it's just tea that has been scarce in recent years.It's really worth it to buy such a big deal.

Song Zhi pondered over the word "tea", and thought to himself, maybe he could visit the Japan-China Investment Company like he did to Jiazhen today.

Although he understood that there was no reasonable reason to approach, and no proper way.

But this kind of recklessness was innate to him. The bravery and curiosity of young people surpassed rationality for a while and gained the upper hand. Even if he knew that he might not gain anything, he wanted to try it.

With Jia Shouzhi's lessons learned, for the sake of caution, Song Zhisheng was afraid that someone would discover his relationship with Song Xiang at a glance, so that he would startle the snake early.

Since the elder brother is dealing with people like Qin Huai, Song Zhi always feels that he should use a safe method to inquire about the news.

He studied Qinhuai's investment company all afternoon, but he still couldn't think of any good way.

For the time being, it doesn't matter whether he looks like Qin Huai or not, it's hard to say whether he will see Qin Huai, so let's go first.

Song Zhi put on a baseball cap and searched the address of the investment company on his mobile phone. Suddenly, he received a message reminding him that it was Yao Shuqing's new video account update in Moments. She was teaching online students how to draw different pictures. Character eyes.

Eye shape?

Song Zhi's eyes lit up, and he found Yao Shuqing in the address book, and said "Help me."

But as soon as the words were sent, he hurriedly withdrew them again with a "whoosh".

Because in this brief moment, he suddenly remembered——

If Fang Chengyan knew about this.

Stop pissing him off.

Song Zhi really wanted to go to Yao Shuqing, but felt that it shouldn't be done behind Fang Chengyan's back.

After much deliberation, I felt that it was inappropriate, so I sent a message to the man, who came up with a sentence: [I'm sorry, brother Cheng Yan. ]

He hadn't called him that for a long time, and suddenly calling out affectionately would only make people feel bad.

Fang Chengyan was at his desk, staring at the messages that kept popping up:

[I'm going to meet my blind date partner. ]

[I think it is necessary to report to you, I really have something urgent. ]

[I will admit my mistake again when I come back. ]

Fang Chengyan was working hard at first, but he was not angry when he saw the news.The little tea master took the initiative to come over and report to him who he was going to see, which can be regarded as a complete improvement.

How to reply?

It was because of this "blind date" that a fierce quarrel broke out between them, so he couldn't ask, and absolutely couldn't ask more.

Be open-minded.

That's right.

Fang Chengyan believes that at this time, it is necessary to reflect his broad-mindedness.

The president stared at the screen for a long time, but he didn't reply, but he couldn't go in for work.So he got up, walked around the office, and took two steps in a circle in a bored manner.

He stood still in front of the French window, acting as if he had nothing to do.

He stared at the tall buildings outside again for a while.

"..."

……what.

...fuck his big heart.