Hu Meizi

65.

When Xie Tang's phone rang, he was still looking at the documents sorted out by his subordinates on the table.

The assistant at the side looked at the phone ringing in Xie Tang's hand in surprise, and lowered his head again.

Recently, the assassination of Zhao Quan has become a hot topic among the rich and powerful circles in C City. Is it internal distortion, the revenge of the enemies in the underworld, or the people from above, or the secret cooperation of several big families in Bai Daoming's face? , or both?

All the people who knew about this matter, those who participated, those who did not participate, those who knew and those who didn't, exchanged glances in the midst of drinking and drinking, knew it well, and blocked the news.The first is, after all, even if Zhao Quan is not dead, the Zhao family is now in civil turmoil, and everyone can reap a lot of benefits. The less people know about this kind of cake, the better.The second is that this game is not over yet. It is not clear who will win and who will lose. There is no need to let the unqualified people know about the sudden change of the situation at the top.

Originally, these things had little to do with Xie Tang. Over the years, Xie's family has been gradually developed into an international enterprise by him, mainly targeting overseas markets.To him, the domestic southwestern market monopolized by the Zhao family doesn't make much sense.

But it seems that not everyone in Xie's family agrees with him. Xie Tang also knows about some of their little tricks these years, but he doesn't pay much attention to them.Thanks to his father, whom he had never met, the arrangement was made properly, and the board of directors could say that it was all his people.

Xie Tang twirled the pen between his fingers, and the pen twirled between his slender fingers without stopping at all, which was his habit when he was thinking about some messy things.

The assistant who delivered the documents stayed on the side with his head lowered quietly waiting for Xie Tang's order, not daring to speak loudly.

Xie Tang looked at what was marked on the document, his uncle, that is, the large sum of money that he had suddenly transferred out of the three bank accounts of Xie Tingguo's brother Xie Weiguo.What is the money used for?What are you going to do?His assistant said that the old man has not been idle recently on the board of directors, and has been keen on searching and buying odd stocks.

Xie Tang's deep blue eyes were indifferent, he closed the file expressionlessly, and connected the ringing phone.

The only person in China who knows his private number is Sun Du. Several of his assistants and the housekeeper of the private house, one of his is in front of him, and a few assistants are outside. The housekeeper rarely calls his private number. Just figured out who was calling.

Sure enough, Sun Du's pretty voice came from the phone, "Xie Tang—come and pick me up—"

His voice was soft and waxy, with a slight rise in the end, as if he was acting like a baby.

In Nuo Da's office, Xie Tang's voice from the earpiece was clearly heard by the assistant on the side.The voice was so sweet that even a straight guy like him felt his tailbone tingle. The assistant raised his head to look at Xie Tang in fear, seeing Xie Tang's expressionless expression, he quickly left the office as if he had been pardoned.

Give him ten guts, but he doesn't have the courage to listen to his boss and lover's whispers!The assistant wiped his sweat at the door.

However, there was no such charming conversation in the office as the assistant imagined.

Xie Tang only hummed lightly, it was no different from what he said to his subordinates in the past, and he couldn't hear the emotion.

He didn't ask Sun Du why he didn't let the driver pick him up, but asked, "Where?" while opening the next document.

This document was sealed in a thick kraft paper envelope. It seemed to be a somewhat old file. Even if his assistant took care of it carefully, there was still some dust in his hands.

Xie Tang bypassed the tangled thread of the kraft paper envelope.

After Sun Du finished speaking the address, he seemed to hear the sound of the paper being pressed and flipped, and asked, "Are you still in the office?"

His voice sounded a little hoarse, and others thought he pronounced it like this on purpose to be coquettish, but Xie Tang knew that it was because he had been crying for too long these days and didn't have enough rest to wear it down.

Xie Tang took out a stack of papers and a few photos from the file. He frowned. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't forget to respond to Sun Du on the other end of the phone, and he hummed lightly again.

"Are you looking at documents?" Sun Du said, "Work, or what?"

His question clearly crossed the line.

It is an unspoken rule of the game that lovers don't care about work.

But Xie Tang did not choose not to answer, he strangely understood the implied meaning of Sun Du's words, "Assassination." Xie Tang said concisely, "The Zhao family is in chaos."

Sun Du said, "Really?" He laughed inexplicably.

"Information?" he asked again.

Xie Tang hummed without the slightest impatience. He looked at the document spread out in front of him. There were a few huge words written on it - "6.12 Cult Incident. File [-]".

"I think—" Sun Du elongated his voice, and it was full of lingering, secretly affectionate taste, "You must also be reading my and my mother's information, right?"

Xie Tang raised his eyebrows, Sun Du directly pointed out that he was surprised.There was a strange color in his indifferent eyes.

What he and Sun Du talked about most were art-related topics, such as a certain musical, such as a certain art exhibition, or a book that they both happened to read. Appropriate.

Of course he could clearly feel that the distance between Sun Du and him was getting closer, and they began to exchange some things that they had never told others.Xie Tang didn't know how to define this kind of conversation, but everything was so natural, as if it was arranged in the dark.He chose to let it go silently. He participated in it and quietly watched the approach, watching the distance between him and Sun Du slowly and continuously shrink.

He knew that Sun Du also had the same attitude.

They let themselves get closer, and looked at each other from the side, measuring and guarding against each other, but they kept getting closer.

It's a sense of destiny.

Xie Tang had already had a faint feeling when he was watching Sun Du in the small town of Notting Hill, but it became clearer recently, and people could trace it.

However, this is indeed the first time that such a conversation involving the circle of interests and the powerful circle has been involved.

Xie Tang smoothed the raised corners of the document in his hand, and answered bluntly and frankly, "Yes."

He glanced at the file, and in his hand were documents related to Sun Du.

"I'm looking at the documents about you and Ms. Wu Moqing," Xie Tang said, his voice was cold, the same as usual, "It's not personal, I don't like private detectives, it doesn't comply with Chinese laws. Spying is too personal The information is not polite."

Sun Du naturally knew about Xie Tang.Many times, Xie Tang's existence is to subvert his impression of the rich and powerful.

Xie Tang is still not an unscrupulous businessman in his heart, he is more like a gentleman in sheep's clothing.All the information he consulted is never private, and may be offensive, but strangely not too much.

He has always grasped a degree.

But of course, these materials are not so easy to obtain for ordinary people.Such as archives, such as past newspapers, such as bank statements, such as a person's itinerary information, and so on.

Sun Du didn't have any dissatisfaction or other negative emotions at all. He smiled and said, "Instead of looking at the information about me and Wu Moqing, you might as well ask me directly."

"Let me guess—" Sun Du stretched his tone, "You're looking at the time when Wu Moqing adopted me, right?"

Xie Tang flipped through the document, "Yes." He replied.

"A bunch of nonsense." Sun Du commented, "That's a meaningless piece of nonsense, you can read it yourself if you are interested."

When he said this, he didn't know why he had a rare coldness.

"Remember to pick me up when you're done," Sun Du smiled and told Xie Tang, "Let's go back and talk about it!"

After Xie Tang hummed, Sun Du hung up the phone neatly.

Xie Tang looked at the contents of the document.

"...The cause of death has been clarified...the deceased Sun (female) was reluctant to go home for a long time because of her husband Wang's derailment, and she lingered in entertainment venues for a long time. Half a year after joining the religion, he was bewitched by the master Wang (male), and he believed that Wang was bewitched by an evil spirit so he was unwilling to go home, so he invited Wang to come to his house and practice to get rid of evil spirits."

"... Wang seduced and raped Sun in the name of practice, and was discovered by Wang who returned home...Wang took out a murder weapon from the kitchen...killed master Wang and his wife Sun...Wang lost his footing due to madness Fell from the 8th floor and died on the spot..."

The author says:

Have you all forgotten that Qianqian is Dudu's adoptive mother? ?