Song Yuzhang

In the chamber of commerce, Fu Mian was chatting with others. Haizhou had a great demand for tobacco, and the batch of goods he brought had been almost consumed. He was not really interested in business now, he just needed business to cover up his identity. He couldn't leave Haizhou, so he sent a group of people to Yecheng to get the goods.

Meng Tingjing went to Nancheng, so it was relatively easy for him here.

In fact, staying in the Chamber of Commerce is not interesting, he would rather go back to accompany Song Yuzhang, but staying at home all day is still too abnormal, not like a businessman, but what is interesting is that the person who talked to him today kept talking about Song Yuzhang.

"It would be great if President Song was still around. Things are getting worse and worse these days. The French currency will depreciate every once in a while, which is really a headache."

"Besides, it's only November this year, and the higher-ups are urging me to buy treasury bills. It really killed me. I don't know how to get through this year. Sometimes it's really boring to think about it. I'm exhausted. Yes, I can’t make much money in a year. I ask you for a little, and I ask you for a little. When I go back and look, I only have three melons and two dates left in my hand. Boss Fu, your tobacco business is not good Is it easy to do? Do you want to take me?"

Fu Mian smiled, "Every business is difficult now."

The man gave a cold snort in agreement, pointed his finger upwards, and said in a strange way: "It's better to do business at the top."

Fu Mian said gently: "Don't talk about state affairs, don't talk about state affairs."

The two chatted for a while, and seeing that it was getting dark, Fu Mian offered to leave, "Go home and have dinner with your wife."

The man had heard that Fu Mian was married and had a frail wife who didn't like to go out. He smiled and said, "Boss Fu loves his wife very much. Haizhou has good feng shui and will have a precious son early."

The corner of Fu Mian's mouth curled up slightly, "I'd like to borrow your good words."

On the way back to the house, Fu Mian thought about "giving birth to a precious child early" and thought it was very interesting. On the way, he asked the driver to stop and bought a box of wild jujube cakes. He wanted to use this box of wild jujube cakes to amuse Song Yuzhang.

Haizhou is indeed a good place. After returning to Haizhou with Song Yuzhang, Fu Mian's mind became much calmer. Perhaps it was not because of Haizhou, but simply because Song Yuzhang had been quietly by his side.

The car stopped at the gate of the house, and Fu Mian felt something was wrong as soon as he got out of the car.

There was a lingering smell of gunpowder smoke at the door, and the dark red wreckage of firecrackers was still scattered on the steps. The neighbors heard the movement and complained to him.

"A group of children came to make a scene this afternoon, and set off a bunch of firecrackers. It was a deadly noise."

Fu Mian smiled with a good temper, "Really?"

"Children nowadays are very ignorant and spoiled by their families."

Fu Mian smiled and dealt with the neighbors, while stepping up the steps, a trace of uneasiness rose in his heart, he shut up and stopped perfunctory the chattering neighbors, and pushed the door lightly with his hands, the door was only opened a crack, and his gaze was fixed.

"What flavor?"

Neighbors tentatively approached, Fu Mian had already squeezed through the door, and closed the door with a "bang".

There were several corpses lying here and there in the courtyard, Fu Mian didn't even look at them, and walked quickly into the house. The door was open, and there was no one inside, so you could see the bottom at a glance. Take a quick look inside and out.

There is no living creature left in the yard.

Fu Mian picked up the body of a follower nearby, and found that he was shot in the eyebrow and killed with a single shot, as if he had been plotted against without warning.

"A group of children are making noise..."

Fu Mian put down the body of the entourage, dizzy for a while, he went to support the stone table with one hand, the palm was soft and sticky when pressed down, his eyes flicked over, the palm was sunk in the box of jujube cake.

Fu Mian's eyes sharpened, and he swung his palm violently.

The sour jujube cake fell into the pool of blood on the ground with a "snap", and spilled messily all over the ground, splashing the blood out of a strangely shaped flower.

Fu Mian stared straight at the pool of blood on the ground, took two deep breaths, took out his handkerchief and wiped off the sticky jujube cake on his fingers bit by bit.

Afterwards, he stepped out of the hospital calmly, closed the courtyard door, got into the car, and said to the entourage in the car, "Get out of the city!"

The entourage immediately obeyed the instructions, stepped on the accelerator and ran out of the city, and drove the car out of the city in one breath. Fu Mian sat in the car, his eyes fixed on the beam of light from the car lights in the dark night, and said: " You go back and burn the house down."

"Yes."

Fu Mian got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and the car started to return behind him. When the movement of the car disappeared, Fu Mian shook his body and exhaled slowly from the stinging chest.

Song Yuzhang is gone.

This thought seemed to hold him tightly with an invisible hand, Fu Mian was a little out of breath, but his breathing was very fast, he breathed in one mouthful after another, and finally he gushed out a hot and moist mouthful breath.

Fu Mian bent down as if being oppressed, he opened his mouth, a mouthful of thick dark red blood hung down like a net hanging from his mouth.

Shen Chengduo paid a lot of money this time.

Those doll killers are the most vicious and deadly group selected by him from the orphans without parents. These boys look like children from a good family, but in fact they do everything by stealing chickens and dogs. They have been training since they were five or six years old. They touch guns and kill people, and they have been raised until now. He has always been frugal, and he is sent out one by two to do errands. One is because it is rare, and the other is because it can only be used once. It is useless if you have suffered a loss and are prepared.

Of the children sent out, two died and one was injured, but to Shen Chengduo, it was worth it, because he got Song Yuzhang's life-saving talisman in exchange.

Shen Chengduo is not stupid either, he knows how many pairs of eyes are staring at him secretly, no matter who is behind those staring people, this time he goes out in person and sacrifices his hole card again, returning to his youthful years and doing things quickly At the same time, ruthless, accurate, and cautious to the extreme, it can be said to be watertight.

For this reason, Shen Chengduo was a little proud. He had indeed regressed a lot after being at ease for so many years, but his fundamentals were still there.

Now, he is waiting for Fu Mian to find him.

Shen Chengduo seemed to be leisurely at home, but in fact he waited tensely. He didn't wait for Fu Mian, but he waited for the manic Zhang Changshan.

Zhang Changshan has been standing still. His plan is to let Shen Chengduo perform a play in front of Fu Mian, tricking Fu Mian into handing over Song Yuzhang. Of course, this play is a play for Shen Chengduo, and it is even more play for Fu Mian. As long as Song Yuzhang shows up , he slaughtered all three of them together!

For this reason, Zhang Changshan secretly dispatched troops and generals, reluctantly transferred several of his real confidants from Nancheng.

If he transfers people like this, there must be reactions from the higher ups, but Zhang Changshan really can't care about it.

Brother, it is his life!

What future, what struggle, these things are not worth mentioning in front of his little brother.

However, compared to the speed at which his confidants sneaked into Haizhou, a confidential telegram sent from Yeyang made him feel heartbroken.

Now Yeyang is a still quagmire of war, news from outside cannot get in, news from inside leaks out bit by bit, every time there is such a little bit of news, it is no different from an earthquake to Zhang Changshan.

This time the confidential telegram was transmitted from Yeyang after a lot of hardships. Zhang Changshan is not in Nancheng, but he has been calling attention to the military information that Yeyang may send back.

This is a distress telegram.

Sent by Zhang Changyuan.

It is an old saying that the food in Yeyang will run out.

Zhang Changyuan was injured.

"Yeyang needs medicines, and the higher-ups don't need to pay them. Medicines should be provided—"

"Old Zhang, I understand how you feel, whether it's food or medicine... now medicine is much more difficult to get than food, you should know it too, old Zhang..."

Zhang Changshan hung up the phone directly.

Can't wait any longer, can't wait a day, Zhang Changshan slumped on the chair, his expression gradually changed from sharp to serious, he can't control the future, as long as he can keep Zhang Changyuan, he can't care about anything else!

"Just tonight, take someone to Fu Mian immediately. If he is in Haizhou, no matter how strong the dragon is, he can't overwhelm you, a local snake! Kill them all, don't worry, I will take care of the aftermath!" Zhang Zhang Chang Shan said ruthlessly.

Shen Chengduo was a little dazed, and he said cautiously: "Director Zhang, I'm afraid there will be future troubles if you come here with a sword and a spear..."

Zhang Changshan interrupted him directly, "I said, I will be responsible for all the aftermath!"

Shen Chengduo never wanted to work for Zhang Changshan anymore, the injury on his neck was still not healed, besides, he had just snatched Song Yuzhang from Fu Mian, now it was time to hide it, he had already prepared a set of excuses The fire was directed towards Zhang Changshan.

Both Fu Mian and Zhang Changshan wanted to use him as a messenger, and he also wanted to try what it was like to use someone else as a messenger.

Shen Chengduo unbuttoned it directly, showing the wound on his neck, "Director Zhang, to be honest, Fu Mian came to warn me a few days ago, but I almost lost my life."

Zhang Changshan held back his fury, and said simply: "You are sitting here right now, which means that he dare not kill you! You are also a well-known figure in Haizhou, are you afraid of such a brat like him?"

Shen Chengduo thought to himself: Nonsense!Barefoot people are not afraid of people wearing shoes, he is wearing shoes, Fu Mian is barefoot!Zhang Changshan himself not only wears shoes, he also wears fucking socks. He has the most scruples, which is why he always instigates others to work for him.

Shen Chengduo was driven into a rage by Zhang Changshan, thinking that he didn't get much benefit, but kept pretending to be a grandson. Damn it, even if Zhang Changshan pointed a gun at him today, he wouldn't do it!

Fu Mian didn't dare to kill him, so Zhang Changshan dared to kill him?

At worst he doesn't wear shoes anymore.

He has seen through it, whoever is the most open-minded will benefit.

Song Yuzhang is secretly in his hands now, what is he afraid of?The speed of advance and retreat is now in his hands.

Shen Chengduo was confident in his heart, and he didn't panic on his face. He lowered his head and simply acted as if he didn't dare to make a move.

Zhang Changshan was furious when he saw him dodging, but there was really no manpower available in Haizhou, so he could only patiently say: "Once he dies, the group under him will have no hope. garden……"

While the two were talking, there was a light knock on the door outside.

Zhang Changshan frowned tightly, Shen Chengduo was also listening attentively, and hurriedly said, "What's the matter?"

"Boss, Fu's yard is on fire."

The house was set on fire, Shen Chengduo didn't dare to show up in person, so he had to send people to check it out, Zhang Changshan was also taken aback, smashed everywhere in Shen's house, suspecting that Fu Mian had sensed something in advance, Jin Chan fled away.

As soon as Meng Tingjing landed on Haizhou, the servants of the Meng family who came to pick him up reported to him the events of the past few days in detail.

Meng Tingjing got into the car while listening, he turned his head slightly, frowned and said, "The Fu family was burned?"

"Yes."

"The people from the police station went over to deal with it. We wanted to find out what was going on, but it didn't work. Zhang Changshan seems to have intervened in this matter."

Meng Tingjing's movement of getting into the car slowed down, and he seemed to be talking to himself, "Fu's house was burned, what did Zhang Changshan do?"

Immediately, his words and figure stopped at the same time.

A telegram that can disturb the mind, he wants Zhang Changshan, who is tense, to be concerned, and to show some flaws in his actions.

The flaw was indeed exposed.

Meng Tingjing's mind was startled suddenly, and various pictures slid through his mind, as fast as a whirlwind blowing, the clues in the wind were messy, false and real, full of wild doubts, and finally gathered and condensed into two words.

——"Old people."