He made a series of calls, but the results he received made Lin Mingda's face look even more ugly. People who could say something about Lin Zhihong were all looking at him, and the number of people on business trips was as high as 30% of Lin Mingda's calls. He was a deputy governor, but in a prefecture-level city in his province, he was treated like this. Lin Mingda had the urge to smash the phone.

These people whom I usually want to curry favor with, either on a business trip or on the left, or tell Lin Mingda directly that I will deal with it in accordance with the national law, please rest assured by Governor Lin...

Handle it in accordance with the law! Lin Mingda's eyes widened and the fire was rising. If it was handled in accordance with the law in accordance with the law, what phone number would I call you, the group of shrimps?!

"Master, what should I do now?" Looking at Lin Mingda's deep frown, the man in Tang suit who had been following him for more than 20 years thought for a while and said, "Do you want to find a way to get the young master to the Provincial Public Security Department first..."

"Hmm?" Lin Mingda's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the man in Tang suit, and the clouds on his face dissipated. He turned his head and patted the man in Tang suit on the shoulder and said, "You go and say hello to the Public Security Department and let them take Zhihong to the hall first."

"Okay, lord." The man in Tang suit owed his body and turned around and left. Looking at his departure back, Lin Mingda fell into deep thought. If Lin Zhihong was just suspected of murder, he could save him without any harm even if he shot someone in the street. But, it was very uneasy in Beijing during this period. The body of the No. 1 leader had been exhausted for state affairs. The whole Beijing could be described as a rush of undercurrents.

At this critical moment, Lin Mingda, who wants to go further, will naturally not be emotional. If he can downplay this matter, he will do his best to downplay it. If there is no way, as long as he saves Lin Zhihong's life and waits for everything in Beijing to settle the score after the autumn is settled.

After figuring this out, Lin Mingda's face looked much better. He turned to look at his wife with a sad face. Lin Mingda stepped forward and hugged her in his arms, gently patted her on the back, and said, "Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay, Zhihong will definitely not have any accidents."

"You said!" Hearing Lin Mingda's words, his wife raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes...

"Well, I said." Lin Mingda nodded. Just as he was about to say something, the man in Tang suit who had left for a while had already returned. Before Lin Mingda could ask, the man in Tang suit spoke with a ugly expression: "Master, the Public Security Bureau refused to take the young master away, saying yes..."

"What did you say?" Lin Mingda was stunned and asked.

"It was Mr. Chen who said hello and told them not to interfere in the young master's affairs..." While speaking, the man in Tang dress quietly looked at Lin Mingda's reaction. Mr. Chen intervened, and it seemed that he was not standing on Lin Mingda's side...

"Old Master Chen..." Lin Mingda gritted his teeth and felt inexplicably uneasy. Old Master Chen is not so arrogant on weekdays, so why did he interfere in this matter at this time? And he didn't let himself pick Zhihong up from Wenzhou to Hangzhou? Unless...

A look of fear flashed deep in Lin Mingda's eyes, unless someone put pressure on Mr. Chen! He forced Mr. Chen to do so!

Recalling the series of reactions and actions of Luo Dingzhong and others, the answer seemed to be coming out. Behind these people, there was a powerful figure standing there, and this figure seemed to be attacking him...

Lin Mingda was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat on his back, blurting out: "Let Zhihong leave the matter for the time being, and find a way to save his life first!"

In fact, Lin Mingda's logical reasoning is wrong. At least, no one puts pressure on Mr. Chen intervened. If he had to say anything, then this person would be...

"Grandpa!" Chen Keli, who had always been showing off her strong woman's appearance in front of everyone, almost acted coquettishly and said in a coquettish voice: "If the Lin family can't handle this matter well, what qualifications do they have to form an alliance with our Chen family?!"

"Okay, OK." Old Master Chen smiled kindly, patted Chen Keli's hands holding his arms, and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "I have greeted the Public Security Bureau and will not let them interfere in this matter. This is also good. It's time for the Lin family to touch the foundation."

Speaking of this, a gleam flashed through Mr. Chen's eyes, and he looked at Chen Keli with a smile and said, "Keli, tell grandpa honestly, are you dissatisfied with this bastard Lin Zhihong?"

"Where...what..." Chen Keli's smile froze obviously, and she stammered: "Grandpa, just make arrangements..."

"So, why did I hear..." Old Master Chen looked at Chen Keli with a smile: "Have you moved?"

"I..." Chen Keli was speechless.

"Keli, for so many years, my grandfather has actually been hiding something from you." Old Master Chen took a deep breath and smiled with a little self-deprecating smile. In Chen Keli's confused gaze, he slowly said: "Actually, your parents are not dead..."

"What?!" Chen Keli was stunned, her eyes full of disbelief: "Didn't my parents have been when I was very young..."

"Grandpa is old." Mr. Chen smiled for no reason and reached out to stroke Chen Keli's head: "When Kexin was just born, grandpa felt that even if grandpa took a step forward, he could only stop at the ministerial level. For your future and for the future of our Chen family, so... grandpa set up a game when Kexin was just born."

"Judge?" Chen Keli's mind is already a little confused now.

"Yes, it's the game." Mr. Chen narrowed his eyes, and said with some pride and self-deprecating: "A situation that can completely subvert the estimates of the Chen family..."

"Come on, Uncle Luo, I'll give you a glass." Shi Yi raised the wine glass with a smile, shook at Luo Dingzhong, who was already a little blushing, and said with a hint: "Thank you these days!"

"Haha, it should, it should." Luo Dingzhong burped and was an official for twenty years. It was not until he met Shi Yi that he realized the feeling of being an official. The feeling of being a numb whole body and floating in the air was something he had never experienced in his life.

If Luo Dingzhong was just an official in the past, then now he is a person who can be an official and a human being. The basis of all this is based on one word, that is... money.

"Uncle Zhao, you can't just sit there and watch not drink." Seeing Luo Dingzhong tilting his head and drinking all the wine in the glass, Shi Yi turned around and pointed it at Zhao Tielin. He chuckled and picked up the bottle and poured wine into his glass, and said to Zhao Tielin: "This time, I did a good job. Thank you for your strong support!"

"Do what you do, what you do." Zhao Tielin hurriedly stood up and yelled at Shi Yi: "Come on, do it."

"Damn!" The two cups collided with each other, making a crisp sound, they looked at each other and smiled, and raised the cups and raised their heads and drank them all.

An hour later, the three of them were full of alcohol and food, leaning on the chair and smoking quietly, and no one spoke.

The originally warm atmosphere in the private room gradually became quiet. The three of them had their own plans in their hearts. This time, the matter was either big or small. When it was big, it would be a big blow, but when it was small, it could only splash water.

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Tielin raised his head and looked at Shi Yi, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Ayi, that Lin Zhihong is still in the bureau, what should I do?"

"What else can I do?" Shi Yi smiled as if it were true or false and said, "You can't really be shot, right?"

"Haha...hehe..." Zhao Tielin smiled embarrassedly, but didn't answer, and killed him? Unless Zhao Tielin doesn't want to continue on the political journey, once Lin Zhihong is really killed, Lin Mingda will start to be angry, which is not something that he, a deputy mayor of a prefecture-level city, can bear.

"Since you can't kill, you can't let go." Shi Yi narrowed his eyes: "Then let's keep it first."

"Hold it? How to raise it?" Zhao Tielin blinked in confusion.
Chapter completed!