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

The moment he opened the door, Song Zhi felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The parents sat on the sofa and looked towards the door together.Song Zhidun was at the door, his eyes swept over the gift at his feet.

"what happened?"

Mother Song's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she called out to him softly, "Xiaozhi", with a strong nasal voice when she spoke.

"come here."

Seeing his mother's appearance, Song Zhi's heart became heavier, and the sad things at the moment would probably happen one after another.

He slowly put on his slippers and sat down.

The mother said: "Just now Zhang Ming brought his son to our house."

Song Zhi's eyes were like black agate, his gaze was fixed on his mother's face, and he waited quietly for her to finish speaking.

"When did you know that Zhang Ming was at the scene of the car accident? Why didn't you tell us?"

The youngest son replied honestly: "The day I had dinner with my relatives."

Liu Ruhui wiped away her tears: "No wonder."

"What are they doing at our house?"

Song Guoxiao said, "He said he wanted to give us an explanation. He didn't intervene in the car accident."

"Qin Huai sent him to find documents on Song Xiang."

"Zhang Ming also said that before your elder brother died..." Liu Ruhui suddenly returned emotionally, sobbing and crying: "It was 'paper', not your name."

"I'm sorry, Xiaozhi..." This is what she cares most about and is most ashamed of.Liu Ruhui grabbed Song Zhi's hand and immediately slid down from the edge of the sofa, wanting to kneel down to her younger son: "How can I, a mother, wrong you like this."

Song Zhi supported her.

The latter was heartbroken, moved forward on his knees, hugged his younger son's legs, and wept uncontrollably: "I forced you to run to the south, how much you have suffered..."

She said "I'm sorry" over and over again, making Song Zhi's eyes red again.He lifted his mother up from the ground and onto the sofa.

Ignore those provocative words, and ask calmly: "What paper?"

Song Guoxiao pushed the paper on the coffee table over, and Song Zhi picked it up to read.

——No. 563 along the Langfang Station of the Beijing-Shanghai Railway.

He immediately put the paper in his jacket pocket: "I'll go there tomorrow."

That night, Song Zhi didn't sleep well. He slept lightly all night and woke up repeatedly, always feeling as if the quilt was not tucked in properly, and the back of his neck was leaking.Although I didn't get up early the next day, my head still hurt.

While eating breakfast, the morning news on the TV in the living room kept broadcasting the news of the stock market crash, accompanied by footage of stockholders waiting in the exchange for transactions.

"Be careful on the road." Mother Song told him at the door: "Do you know?"

"Ah."

Fu Zhe drove an off-road vehicle with Song Zhi on the national highway.An hour later, the two left the city and came to the sparsely populated wilderness.As we go forward, Taihang Mountain will appear a deeper shadow in the blue sky. As the car drives at high speed, the ridge of the mountain is rushing all the way.

They originally agreed to meet at eight o'clock, but the place on the paper was too far away.

Fu Zhe drove for a long time, and when he actually arrived, it was almost 11 am.After a boring and long journey, the mechanical female voice of the car GPS positioning finally sounded:

"You have arrived at your destination."

Song Zhi looked out the car window.

Empty plains are everywhere, and farther away is the foothills of the Taihang Mountains.Between the vast sky and the earth, an abandoned factory stands upright on the empty field.

Fu Zhe waited and watched for a while, then parked the car on the side of the road, and Song Zhi got out of the car, waiting for him to get tools from the trunk of the car.

The two climbed over the corrugated guardrail on one side of the national highway together.

The plain is not covered by urban buildings, and the wind howls here, as if it is about to blow through Song Zhi's thick coat, and penetrates into his collar and cuffs with a force.

Stepping on the wild grass, the mountain wind blows towards the face with the dry smell of dust.

After walking for about 5 minutes, the two arrived in front of the factory gate.

The gate was locked, and a large rusty chain hung from the handle.

Fu Zhe looked around, and after confirming that there was no one there, he came back again.

Song Zhi fixed the iron chain with both hands, and Fu Zhe cut it off forcefully with the large pliers in the toolbox. The iron chain snapped in the middle, and Song Zhi's palm still trembled.

They pushed open the left and right doors respectively, only to hear a "squeak" and the heavy iron door made a hoarse and lack of lubrication sound for a long time around the door hinge.

All you can see is gray concrete walls, covering a huge area, but empty, with nothing in it, it looks like a square gray cage.There is only a little soil, sawdust, and a dirty wooden chair on the ground...

The top is about three stories high from the ground, with a huge skylight opening.At noon, the light is vertical, casting a square beam of light in the center of the factory, filled with wandering dust.

There is a painting next to it, covered by a white cloth.

Song Zhi walked towards it, and he could still hear the echo of his footsteps, which was so empty that it made people panic.

He lifted off the blackout cloth above and found that it was a giant landscape painting.

Touch it lightly with your fingers, the paint on it is not completely dry, it is still a little wet.

It took him and Fu Zhe all morning to rush over to such an abandoned place. If there was no such a painting, Song Zhi really would have wondered if they had gone to the wrong place.

He had seen many landscape paintings of this style in the corridors of Qinhuai's company.

Did he just use it as a place to hang his paintings?

Song Zhi really didn't understand.

Fu Zhe observed the wall behind him.

"Brother Zhe."

"Nothing." Song Zhi said, the reverberation effect was activated for his voice in the spacious environment.

So Fu Zhe went out.The sun was dazzling, Song Zhi stepped on the dry grass in the field, and followed his tall figure.

Fu Zhe suddenly stopped: "Don't move, there are monitoring!"

"Di-"

"Di-"

The black wide-angle camera has red dots of light under the eaves.

"go back."

Fu Zhe retreated back to the gate, as if he didn't understand why the monitoring equipment was installed on this side instead of the position directly at the main gate.After confirming its visible range, he ran to a distance, broke a thick branch with his foot, took it back, and told Song Zhi to throw it on the ground.

But he knelt down without being too dirty, and pressed his ears to the ground.

"Throw hard," he said.

Song Zhi exerted all his breastfeeding strength and threw it hard.

"Pick it up, again."

Song Zhi did it right.

He listened with a serious expression, then stood up and patted the dirt off the knees of his camouflage trousers: "Go there again."

"Only one chance."

Fu Zhe emphasized this.

He found the blind spot of the monitoring, lay down on the ground again, maintained the posture just now, and pointed out a direction for Song Zhi: "Throw it!"

Song Zhi threw it hard!

Then he looked at Fu Zhe's face inquiringly, wondering if the other party was satisfied with it.

The tall man stood up again and made his conclusion——

"Below, there is a basement."

At this time, Qin Huai, who was far away in the city center, did not notice what happened in his forbidden area.

Instead, he's kicking the golf simulation turf in his office viciously and is fuming about something else.

There are still a few days before the market can be closed, but in these few days, the stock market has completely collapsed, and many small companies under him have been affected. His investment company is facing bankruptcy!Just this morning, for the normal operation of other companies under his name, Qin Huai had to sell a commercial pedestrian street in District C.

"I'll send out an announcement!"

"He sent someone to talk about it on purpose, right?"

Cheng Kaizu quietly tidied up the lawn for Qin Huai.

Cheng Kaizu is not sure about Fang Chengyan's real intention to buy that street.After all, everyone wants to have a commercial street with such a large flow of people.

But in order to point the finger at Fang Chengyan, Cheng Kaizu still said: "He is provoking you."

Qin Huai sat down restlessly, plated Wenwan walnuts in his hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the local news on the computer screen - in an illustration, the mayor of District H stood with a young man, both of them were covered in bandages, the tragic situation was embarrassing.

"Sun Qiming was beaten?"

Cheng Kaizu took a closer look: "This is... the little boss?"

In connection with the events of that night, Cheng Kaizu knew who was the one who was beaten by Zhang Ming for him.If it gets out, Zhang Ming simply doesn't have to hang out in the H area.

Qin Huai: "You said you wanted to buy the one from his tea case?"

He stared at the other person's eye without gauze, and narrowed his eyes sharply. Who did this brow look a bit like...

Qin Huai clicked in and saw Song Guoxiao's figure flashed across the news video full of chaotic background sounds.

Seeing this person, his breathing stopped for a moment: "Your little boss, is Song Guoxiao's son?"

His eyes suddenly turned cold: "When he came to our company that day, what did he say he was here for?"

Cheng Kaizu: "It is said that he went to the wrong place."

"Oh, no."

Two walnuts fell from his palm one after the other, and Qin Huai said to Cheng Kaizu: "They came here to seek revenge."

"..."

While they were still talking, the office area downstairs was already in chaos.The company is on the verge of disintegration, and everyone has to endure high-intensity work when they are dying.

Qin Dong sold a commercial street in order to exchange for capital for turnover, but the stock price fell below the point and hit new highs, time is really tight!

Du Xiufan was sitting in the office, dealing with the matter at hand.After a while, he needs to go upstairs to explain his work, as well as the drafting of the contract for the pedestrian street, and he also needs to find a legal officer to handle it as soon as possible.

But there were not many people left in the legal work area outside the door.The company made the employees see no hope, and they all submitted their resignations one after another to seek new jobs.

The team leader who took Song Nai Nai also cried out that he was tired and left the job to her.As a result, the latter quickly drafted it within an hour and handed over the contract to her "Dead Face" supervisor.

Du Xiufan glanced at it and said yes.It is already very good to have such ability during the internship.

He couldn't help but look at each other more.Although there was still no reaction on the surface, he was already thinking in his heart that this intern named Song Nai Nai could be hired again when he took over the company.

Half an hour later, Du Xiufan walked out of the office and asked Song Nai Nai to go upstairs with him, and handed over the contract to Qin Huai.

She has been in the company for a few days, but she has never had direct contact with the man behind the murder of Song Xiang. This time, she finally has a chance!

Song Nail followed Du Xiufan silently, entered the office, walked to Qin Huai's desk, and submitted the contract.

At this moment, she saw Song Zhi's magnified face was still on the other party's computer screen.

Song Nai Nai was startled for a while, but there was no abnormality on his face.

She put the things down, then stood aside obediently, and heard Du Xiufan discussing the tea project with them.

The deputy director surnamed Cheng said: "I want to stir up the enthusiasm at the tax payment meeting at the end of the year."

Qin Huai had the word "Chuan" between the lines between his eyebrows. He sat up and looked up at him, revealing most of the whites of his lower eyeballs.

Seeing this, Cheng Kaizu asked, "Do you think it's okay?"

"Where are you going?"

"Sell things to bosses who go to pay taxes?"

Cheng Kaizu immediately understood what he meant, and Qin Huai felt that his company was going to fall apart, but he still wanted to save face in front of a bunch of rich people.

He began to persuade: "You know, the hundred taxpayers attending the meeting are all famous people. That's the place for the rich, and it's a paradise for fried tea."

Seeing that Qin Huai still didn't relax, he said, "I've already figured out a plan. In addition to the fact that the Spring Festival is approaching, they will be willing to open their pockets."

Nan "Don't worry, this time I will give you thousands of times as usual."

He made such a pledge.

Qin Huai stopped talking and withdrew his horrified eyes, as if acquiescing.

The phone on his desk rang suddenly, and he answered——

"what?"

"Who went to the factory?"

Song Nai Nai raised [-] points of attention to eavesdropping, factory?She saw Du Xiufan standing in front of the table, his body trembled slightly when he heard these two words.

"Tell people to hurry over!"

"See if they run away!"

"Surveillance screen, fax it to me."

After Qin Huai finished speaking, he glanced warily at the people in the room.

Du Xiufan, Cheng Kaizu, and a girl they had never seen before.

He said, "What about painting?"

"it is good."

"Take it to the auction house."

"Xiu Fan." Qin Huai suddenly raised his head and called him, "Find an accountant or legal officer, and come with me in the afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Song Nai Nai took a step forward: "Are you planning to go to the auction house!?"

"I'm a new legal intern, I can do it."

Qin Huai looked her up and down: "Why did you volunteer?"

Song Nai Nai smiled shyly, and explained: "I came for an internship this month, originally for exercise. But the team leader and supervisor are very nice, and they didn't ask me to do any heavy work...and I learned It's economic law! Auction houses are a special form of transaction, I really want to know about them, but I don't have money... I can't go to that kind of place usually, so let me be in your honor!"

Qin Huai laughed.

Song Nai Nai continued: "Please believe in my level." The voice was crisp, firm and confident, revealing a little bit of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.

Qin Huai said, "Follow me."

"Six pm."

"Sit there and listen to my explanation before leaving."

Du Xiufan finished his work report and left first.Song Nail saw that Qin Huai's eyes were like poisonous snakes, and his eyes were glued to his back.

After he left, Qin Huai took out the fax from the printer.Inside, two people quickly passed by in the frame, and a branch as thick as a grown man's arm was thrown on the basement floor.

Using a branch... He fell into deep thought, what kind of character would have such investigative skills?

Qin Huai pointed: "Is this person the owner of the tea house you mentioned?"

Cheng Kaizu glanced at it: "Yes."

"He has already found my territory." Qin Huai clenched his teeth tightly, the veins on his forehead popping out: "It seems that there is something else to do."

Song Nai Nai's heart was pounding when she heard it, and she wished she could rush out and call her brother.

Cheng Kaizu didn't know what kind of studio Qin Huai talked about, it was beyond his scope of business, Cheng Kaizu had poor aesthetics, and he couldn't appreciate anything in front of those paintings.

Qin Huai put the fax aside. Recently, these troublesome things happened one after another. There was a hammer in the east and a mallet in the west. Many forces came out of nowhere and gathered together, as if they were threatening to kill him.

It's time to stop everything.

He was silent for a while, then remembered Song Zhi's overturning of the case in the court, called another subordinate, and asked, "That driver, did you say anything in prison?"

"No."

"The police have been interrogating for how many days, and they haven't said anything yet." The subordinate said, "Dong Qin, what do you want to do with his mother?"

"What mother?" Qin Huai himself forgot.

"Jia Shouzhi's mother, a deaf-mute old lady."

Qin Huai waved his hand impatiently: "Let go."

"Okay, come here." He called Song Nai Nai.

"Can you draft?"

"Yes, this one was written by me, and it was approved by Director Du once."

"Okay, then you're pretty good at it."

"At six o'clock in the afternoon, come to the office and start together, don't tell anyone, understand?"

Song Nail smiled, showing a fawning look to his superiors: "I understand."

She walked out of the office door, exhaled a long breath, and walked around the corner of the stairs, startled.Only then did he realize that Du Xiufan was also waiting in front, as if he was listening to the conversation in the office.

"Director Du isn't going back?"

"Back." "Dead Face" said.

They took the elevator together, and Song Nai tried his best to be a subordinate. After asking Du Xiufan to enter, he walked into the elevator and pressed the button.

"Are you going back to the office?"

"No, you go down first."

"Okay." Song Nai Nai said.

After the intern arrived at the office floor, Du Xiufan pressed the button for the top floor, and the elevator door slowly closed, gradually covering his dull face.

Cheng Kaizu is frantically looking for commercial spies these days, like a dog, patrolling the building all day long.

This made Du Xiufan's situation even more severe. Unless it was critical information, he could not contact Fang Chengyan.

Song Nai Nai who arrived at the office was also thinking about how to call Song Zhi.She didn't go back to her desk, instead, she walked slowly up to the rooftop through the stairwell.

There, she saw a familiar figure standing in front of the barbed wire.

"Mr. Fang, Qin Huai is trying to turn over the funds from the auction of landscape paintings and fried tea. I hope you can make preparations as soon as possible."

"He has a dedicated studio."

"But I've never seen where the studio is registered."

"Ok."

He hung up the phone and turned to face the legal intern just now!

The dead face that would never change suddenly changed, and his pupils shrank dramatically like a cat.

Song Nai Nai didn't make any sound just now.

Du Xiufan suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pressed against the solar panel on the roof: "Why eavesdrop?"

Song Nai Nai struggled hard, trying to push it away: "I still want to ask why you are here?"

"Commercial spy, is that you?"

Du Xiufan's hand paused, and Song Nail finally escaped from his clutches.

"President Fang, Fang Chengyan?"

The two looked at each other, as if they wanted to see some secret from each other's eyes.The winter wind from the attic blows into the eyes, which are dry and painful.

He had been hiding for so long, yet he was easily overheard by this female intern!

After Song Nail came back from England, she heard Chen Baiyu keep whispering this person's name in her ear.Talk about what happened to Song Zhi in front of Fang Chengyan, and how Fang Chengyan was caught by him.

"If it's Fang Chengyan, then it's easy to talk about." She was not afraid of the other party's crazy moves, and leaned forward to read his call records.

The above display is impressively an "F".

She laughed: "I'm just an intern."

"But from day one, I could tell you wanted this company."

"You act like you don't know how obvious it is."

She said firmly, "Qin Huai already knows."

"who are you?"

Song Nai Nai ignored him, moved away from him, and dialed Song Zhi's phone number:

"Brother, Qin Huai found out that you went to the factory, and sent someone there, you and Brother Zhe should leave quickly."

Song Zhi was alert immediately: "How do you know? Where are you?"

"I'm in his company."

Song Zhi was stunned: "Nai Nai, we don't need you to do things like this in our family, you can change to another company for internship, so..."

"It's okay, brother." Song Nai Nai hung up the phone resolutely, she walked back and looked directly at Du Xiufan: "We are all here to kill Qin Huai, right?"

"Then we are friends." The bold girl stretched out her hand to shake his hand.

Du Xiufan glanced at her critically, and walked away.

——He changed his mind and took over the company, but he would not hire her either.

A fool who pretends to be clever and breaks into a wolf's den.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Song Nai Nai accompanied Qin Huai to the Cultural Exchange Auction.

Here, ancient coins are already currency, not rare enough.Looking up to the stage, what catches her eye are exquisite porcelain, beautiful ancient women's headgear, calligraphy collections stamped with red seals by Kangxi, landscape paintings on the black market...

Sitting in the dark, she was also in charge of bidding for Qin Huai.Song Nai Nai just got the number plate with sky-high numbers printed on it, and asked Qin Dong: "Can I really do it?"

Qin Huai leaned on the seat with a relaxed expression: "Don't you want to have a deeper understanding of the transaction form of the auction house?"

"Thank you, Mr. Qin." She smiled falsely.

Song Nai Nai held up the placard under his orders, and when the things he wasn't interested in were being auctioned on the stage, she heard Qin Huai talking to others, saying that landscape painters would only become famous after they died.

She pricked up her ears to listen—

"It's better to be an accident." He said, "Get on the social news and increase the popularity."

"Their deaths are valuable."

"Aren't the great painters of all dynasties like this? They were born less than a hundred years old, and they left their names after a hundred years. It's a pity that the painters I hired haven't died yet. It's really hard to earn money."

When he talked about these things, there was a haze and a teasing light in his eyes.

Song Nai Nai tried to stay calm, pretending to be watching the auction on the field.

Already shivering from the cold.

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