He Has a Dragon

On the morning of the fifth day of the first lunar month, Huang Guoliang called and told Wang Le that he had prepared all the relevant information about Fang Zhuo, the grandson of the Zhao family, and Zhu Hui, the owner of the Brilliant Group, the largest private enterprise in Dongshan. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

The two met at Dongxing Tea House on Mingxuan Road last time.

"Brother Liang, thank you this time."

In the private room of the teahouse, Wang Le took a bulging yellow leather file bag from Huang Guoliang, thanked him with a smile.

Huang Guoliang waved his hand and said, "They are all from our own family. If you say this, you will be out of touch. If it weren't for the fact that you have been traveling with the boss all these days, it would have been delayed. Otherwise, what my brother wants will not be delayed until now."

Wang Le smiled and said no more polite words. He signaled for tea first.

The two drank all the oolong in the teacup, closed their eyes and enjoyed it for a while, only to see Huang Guoliang opened his eyes, looked at Wang Le cautiously and said: "Brother, I don't know if I should say something or not. "

Wang Le chuckled and said: "Brother Liang, you all say that we are our own people, so feel free to say what you have to say."

Huang Guoliang nodded, and said, "I don't think anyone in the capital circle should have done the assassination of you this time, brother."

Wang Le's expression changed, and he motioned for the other party to continue talking.

"This is also my personal speculation, because the circle in the capital city is not big or small. After more than half a century of operation, it always has its own set of rules. Brother, I have thought about Su Yueguang, Liu Quanan, and others in the past two days. There are also children from aristocratic families like Zhao Mike who have enmity with you. In the final analysis, they just lost some money and lost face. They will not kill you just to get back the scene. Brother, you are just a broken tile, and they are all blue and white porcelain, is it necessary to smash it to the end?"

Huang Guoliang's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he slowly expressed his opinion, which made Wang Le, who was sitting opposite, think deeply.

"Brother Liang, what do you mean?" Wang Le asked inquiringly with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Huang Guoliang smiled silently, pointed at the yellow leather file bag next to Wang Le, and said, "Brother, if you want to deal with these two people, will the other party make a preemptive move?"

After a pause, he said meaningfully: "Brother, people in the capital think you are a broken tile, but the roots of your broken tile are the broken tiles on the eaves of the Mu family and the boss, and the people in Dongshan But they don’t necessarily know this, even if they know, they don’t understand how terrifying the fury of thunder is, so, as the old saying goes, the ignorant are fearless!”

At this time, Wang Le couldn't help but look at Huang Guoliang with admiration.

Putting up a thumbs up, he said with admiration: "Brother Liang, what you said made me, an insider like me, suddenly realize that there are no weak soldiers under a strong general. It's amazing!"

Huang Guoliang chuckled and said: "I also checked the information of these two people during this time, so I can think about it here, but brother, you are an authority, and you have become a black man under the lights. It is human nature to not figure out the clues."

Wang Le thought for a while, reached out to pick up the yellow leather file, took out the information about the two people and a stack of photos from it, flipped through it, and then lit it with a lighter.

Huang Guoliang was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled by Wang Le's actions.

Wang Le didn't speak, and burned these documents and photos and threw them into the trash can.

After a while, there was a strange smell of burning and dust in the private room. At this time, Wang Le chuckled lightly and said in an unpredictable tone: "Don't bother, Dongshan, you still have to go there yourself."

Immediately, he looked at Huang Guoliang and said, "Brother Liang, I'm not familiar with the capital city. Please get me a motorcycle. It's best to get it from the black market. I'll go to Dongshan in the evening."

Huang Guoliang agreed without thinking, "No problem."

Then he took out a pen and paper from his briefcase, 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 coat pocket, turned around and left the box.

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

After putting away the money, Huang Guoliang sighed secretly: "Father Tiger has no dogs, this brother Wang does things that are pleasing to the eye."

At this time, Huang Guoliang felt that he was really a person with great luck. Not only did he have nothing to say to the boss, but even the adopted son recognized by the boss, he was gentle and empathetic, and let him do things for him. These people are convinced from the bottom of their hearts, unlike those from aristocratic families who think that blue and white porcelain is very noble.

It's not that Huang Guoliang is short of the money, with his current status, Xiao Yuanfang's chief secretary, there are countless people outside waiting for him with blank checks.

But Wang Le, as the future son-in-law of the Mu family, is regarded as the lifeline by Xiao Yuanfang and his wife. With such an identity, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is able to do so with the sons of those aristocratic families in the capital circle.

Even if there are some children in the circle who have good EQ and IQ and are good at dealing with people, but in the eyes of Huang Guoliang, a young official who has climbed up from the bottom step by step, when those people are facing their subordinates, no matter how warm and approachable they are, they always There is something missing, but Wang Le has it, that is down-to-earth, making people feel friendly, as if they are in the same trench, can drink and eat food in a big bowl, instead of holding a red wine glass, equal status , can be regarded as friendship.

This is also why Huang Guoliang said just now that the sons of those aristocratic families are blue and white porcelain, and Wang Le is tiles. Even the tiles on the roofs of the Mu family and Xiao Yuanfang's house are still tiles, just down-to-earth, and Huang Guoliang. people are from the same country.

In the study room in the Su family mansion, Su Nan said to his grandfather Su Zhendong: "Grandpa, I asked the people in the security department to check. Among the people who had conflicts with Wang Le on the expressway, one was from the Dongshan Brilliant Group." The boss is Zhu Hui. Ten days ago, a foreign trade company under the Brilliant Group remitted a sum of 2 million U.S. dollars to a private account in Hong Kong Island. According to the company's business capital transaction records, this is a never-before-seen transaction. Accounts that have appeared."

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

A gleam flashed in Su Zhendong's eyes, and he said slowly: "It seems that those people in Dongshan really did it."

"Then what do we do now?" Su Nan asked.

I saw Su Zhendong said without changing his expression: "Since they are playing tricks, then we have to reciprocate and deal with them."

Su Nan was startled, and then asked hesitantly, "Grandpa, do you really want to use it?"

Su Zhendong got off the sofa, stood up and walked towards the door of the study, while slowly saying: "Raise soldiers for a thousand days, use them for a while, let the dark horse go, and go to Dongshan to deal with that man named Zhu Hui."

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