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Early on the fifth day of the first lunar month, Huang Guoliang called Wang Le and told Wang Le that he had prepared all the relevant information about the Zhao family’s grandson Fang Zhuo, as well as the boss of the largest private enterprise in Dongshan and Zhu Hui, the boss of Huihuang Group. [Ran^Wen^Book Library]

The two made an appointment to meet at the Dongxing Teahouse on Mingxuan Road last time.

"Brother Liang, thank you this time."

In the teahouse box, Wang Le took a bulging yellow file bag from Huang Guoliang and thanked with a smile.

Huang Guoliang waved his hand and said, "It's all my own people, I'll just say this. If I hadn't been rushing around with my boss during this period, it would have been a bit delayed, otherwise, the things I wanted would not have been delayed until now."

Wang Le smiled and then said some polite words. He signaled to have tea first.

The two of them drank all the oolongs in the teacup and closed their eyes to enjoy it for a while. Huang Guoliang opened his eyes and looked at Wang Le with caution and said, "Brother, there is a saying that brother is not to say or not."

Wang Le smiled and said, "Brother Liang, you say we are our own people, just say something."

Huang Guoliang nodded and said, "I don't think the matter of your assassination this time, I think it's not done by people in the capital circle."

Wang Le's expression moved and signaled the other party to continue talking.

"This is also my personal speculation, because the circle of Beijing is big or small. In more than half a century of operation, there are always a set of rules. Brother, I have thought about Su Yueguang, Liu Quan'an, and Zhao Mike carefully in the past two days. After all, I just lost some money and lost face. I won't take your life to get the place back. To put it in a bad way, in the eyes of those people, you are just a broken tiles, and they are all blue and white porcelain. Is it necessary to fight to the end?"

A light of wisdom flashed in Huang Guoliang's eyes, and he slowly expressed his views, making Wang Le, who was sitting opposite him, think about something.

"Brother Liang, what do you mean?" Wang Le's eyes flashed with a hint of suddenness and asked inquiry.

Huang Guoliang smiled silently, pointed at the yellow file bag placed next to Wang Le, and said, "Brother, you want to deal with these two people, so will the other party take the initiative?"

He paused and said meaningfully: "Brother, the people in the capital think you are just a broken tiles, but the root of your broken tiles is the broken tiles on the eaves of the Mu family and the boss. People in Dongshan may not be aware of these. Even if they know, they don't understand how terrifying the thunder rage is. Therefore, as the old saying goes, the ignorant is fearless!"

At this time, Wang Le couldn't help looking at Huang Guoliang with admiration, gave a thumbs up, and said in admiration: "Brother Liang, your words made me, the insider of the game, suddenly enlightened me. As expected, there are no weak soldiers under the strong generals, so powerful!"

Huang Guoliang smiled and said, "I have also checked the information of these two people during this period, so I can think about it here. Brother, you are the authorities and become dark under the light. It is normal for human beings to not find out what is the clue."

Wang Le thought about it, reached out to pick up the yellow file, took out a stack of photos of the two of them, looked through it, and then lit it with a lighter.

Huang Guoliang was stunned and confused about Wang Le's actions.

Wang Le didn't bother to talk and burned the photos of these files and threw them into the trash can.

After a while, the charred smell filled the box and smoke and dust. At this time, Wang Le chuckled and said in an uncertain tone: "No need to be so troublesome. Dongshan still has to go there in person."

Immediately, I looked at Huang Guoliang and said, "Brother Liang, I am not familiar with the capital. Please make a motorcycle. It is best to get it from the black market. In the evening, I will go to Dongshan."

Huang Guoliang agreed without thinking: "No problem."

Then he took out paper and pen from his briefcase and wrote a mobile phone number and handed it to Wang Le, saying, "When you arrive at Dongshan, make this call, and you will know where those two people are."

Wang Le stood up, stuffed the note into his jacket pocket, and turned around and left the private room.

When Huang Guoliang left the teahouse and returned to his car, he found that there were already twenty stacks of RMB in the passenger seat.

After putting away the money, Huang Guoliang sighed inwardly: "The tiger father has no dog son. This brother Wang is so heartwarming."

At this time, Huang Guoliang felt that he was really a lucky person. Not only did he have nothing to say with the boss, but even the adopted son he knew was silent in dealing with people and things, with empathy, which made the people who did his work for him convinced him from the bottom of his heart. Unlike those aristocratic families, who thought that blue and white porcelain were very noble.

It’s not that Huang Guoliang lacks this money. With his current status and Xiao Yuanfang’s secret, there are countless people outside holding blank checks waiting for him.

But Wang Le, as the future son-in-law of the Mu family, was regarded as the lifeblood of Xiao Yuanfang and his wife. Such an identity can still achieve this point. It is not an exaggeration to say that he will be abandoned by the 18-story children of the aristocratic families in the capital circle.

Even if some children in the circle have good EQ and IQ, they are also good at dealing with people and things, but in the eyes of Huang Guoliang, a young official who climbed up step by step from the bottom, even when facing their subordinates, even if they are enthusiastic and approachable, they always lack something. Wang Le has it, that is, it is down-to-earth, and makes people feel intimate, as if they are from the same trench, and they can drink and eat food in big bowls, instead of having to hold a red wine glass, and have equal status to be considered as friendship.

This is also why Huang Guoliang just said that those aristocratic families were blue and white porcelain and Wang Le were tiles. Even the tiles on the roofs of the Mu family and Xiao Yuanfang family were still tiles. They were down-to-earth, and they were from the same country as Huang Guoliang and others.

In the study in the Su family's mansion, Su Nan said to his grandfather Su Zhendong: "Grandpa, I asked people from the family to check it. Among the people who had conflicts with Wang Le on the expressway, one of them was the boss of Dongshan Huihuang Group, named Zhu Hui. Ten days ago, a foreign trade company under Huihuang Group had a fund of 2 million US dollars transferred to a private account in Hong Kong Island. According to the company's business fund transaction records, this was an account that had never appeared before."

After a pause, Sunan continued: "According to the information we have, the owner of this account is owned by a Scorpio peripheral member of the killer organization from Europa."

A glimmer flashed in Su Zhendong's eyes and he slowly said, "It seems that it was done by those people in Dongshan."

"What should I do now?" Sunan asked.

Su Zhendong said without changing his expression: "Since they are playing tricks, we must reciprocate and deal with them."

Su Nan was stunned, then asked hesitantly: "Grandpa, do you really need to use it?"
Chapter completed!