Rebirth without Regrets

Chapter 489: Closing the Net (1)

At ten o'clock in the morning, Leng Binghan appeared in the quiet courtyard in the capital on time.

"Xiaohan is here?"

Seeing Leng Binghan's handsome figure appearing at the door, Chen Yunhua quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile.

Chen Yunhua is Mr. Wang's secretary. Mr. Wang's original secretary, Li Mingyang, had been assigned to a prefecture-level city in Henan as deputy secretary of the municipal party committee two years ago. Chen Yunhua could only take over this job after Li Mingyang left.

Even though Mr. Wang’s job as secretary is not a high-level one, he is only at the department level, but even high-ranking officials are polite in front of him and do not dare to show off in the slightest. “The seventh-grade official in front of the prime minister’s door”,

What's more, he is a founding father like Mr. Wang, the closest secretary to the top central boss? Only the few remaining founding fathers and several cabinet bosses who are in power in China are worthy of him.

There are really not many.

In Chen Yunhua's impression, he has never seen Mr. Wang care so much about anyone. Even for his close confidants or direct descendants, there are certain rules. He will definitely not treat Leng Binghan like he does now.

This is completely out of curiosity. This heavily guarded courtyard is basically undefended for Leng Binghan. Basically, Leng Binghan can be received by the old man no matter when he comes.

Leng Binghan is also the only younger man with a foreign surname that the old man always thinks about. Even his direct descendants have never thought about him so much. This is completely unbelievable to others. From this, it can be seen that Leng Binghan is a dry person.

The grandson's status in the heart of the old man is definitely different from ordinary people. Perhaps, it has already surpassed the scope and concept of a godson and is closer to the feeling of relatives.

Therefore, although Chen Yunhua is extremely arrogant at heart, he is kind and enthusiastic towards Leng Binghan without showing any reserve or airs.

Over the years, Leng Binghan often came to the courtyard and became very familiar with Chen Yunhua. She smiled and said to him: "Hello, Brother Chen! Where is the old man?"

Although Chen Yunhua is already in his thirties and is much older than Leng Binghan, not everyone can be called "Brother Chen".

"The old man is waiting for you in the study!" Chen Yunhua said with a smile, but he was filled with emotions. In his memory, he had never had such a situation where the old man personally called someone.

"How is your health lately, old man?"

"It's okay!" Chen Yunhua led the way and replied affectionately.

Although the old man is already ninety years old this year, after Leng Binghan's treatment, he is still in good health and has a regular life. After getting up in the morning, he will walk back and forth in the yard and practice according to Leng Binghan's instructions.

After half an hour of Wuqinxi, after breakfast, I listened to the secretary read documents and newspapers for thirty minutes, and then slowly walked to the study.

As the old man's secretary, Chen Yunhua naturally hopes that the old man will be in good health so that his future can be brighter and brighter. Who would want to be a secretary for the rest of his life? Chen Yunhua also hopes that one day he can get the same benefits as his predecessor.

A good placement.

Along the way, Leng Binghan looked around, suddenly frowned, and asked Chen Yunhua in a low voice: "Brother Chen, is there anything different here today?"

"Oh? Why do you ask that?" Chen Yunhua looked at Leng Binghan with some surprise.

Leng Binghan smiled. The security force in the courtyard was originally very strong, but today it felt a little different. The security force in the open and secret areas had at least been strengthened several times. Leng Binghan could feel it as he walked all the way.

Come here, still accompanied by Chen Yunhua, at least there are countless wary eyes watching me, there must be some reason.

But when Leng Binghan walked into the old man's study and saw the leader sitting there, everything became clear.

When Leng Binghan entered the door, the chief sat still, as calm as a rock, as if he had not seen Leng Binghan's arrival. His thick eyebrows were lowered and did not move at all.

Mr. Wang was standing with his back to the door, his hands behind his back, his head half raised, looking intently at a calligraphy and painting on the wall, as if he had extremely deep feelings. Leng Binghan was familiar with that calligraphy when he came here often.

Yes, it is a cursive calligraphy of "Man Jiang Hong". The whole layout is majestic and majestic. One hand has wildly drawn iron hooks on it, which are so powerful that they penetrate the back of the paper. I just don't know which master's calligraphy it is.

"Hello, grandpas!" Leng Binghan stepped forward, bowed politely, and said hello one by one, but the two old men turned a deaf ear and ignored them completely.

Seeing this, Leng Binghan couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. Looking at this posture, the two old men are coming to ask for punishment, but they don't know what kind of division they are going to ask for. You know, although the chief rarely appears in front of the public, but

Every move is of great importance. Unless there is something important, I rarely leave Xishan. This time I appear at Mr. Wang's place, I'm afraid things are not that simple.

However, Leng Binghan didn't show the slightest panic or fear, and just stood quietly without saying a word.

Chen Yunhua did not go into the study, but closed the door outside. The atmosphere inside was so depressing that he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for Leng Binghan.

Time passed quietly, and the study was also quiet, without even a sound. The whole atmosphere was unusually solemn.

I don't know how long it took, but the leader who had been silent all of a sudden raised his thick eyebrows and glanced over at him with a cold, lightning-like gaze, carrying a stern look, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This brat, under the pressure of such an atmosphere, can still behave so neither arrogant nor humble. He is really courageous. You know, there are countless heroes who are trembling in front of him and dare not breathe.

One bite.

"Sit down!"

The smile at the corner of the leader's mouth flashed away, and he became serious again. He stared at Leng Binghan with twinkling eyes and said expressionlessly.

Leng Binghan had noticed a long time ago that there was an empty seat opposite the leader, which was a pineapple wood-carved Taishi chair.

The tea set was not polite. He picked up the boiling water bottle next to him, cleaned the tea set, and started making Kung Fu tea.

The two old men looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other. This brat was really out of the ordinary, and he almost regarded this place as his home. However, since he made Kung Fu tea very well, they didn't have the same experience as him.

This is how Leng Binghan was treated when he came. Others, even the old man's close confidants, were given extremely high courtesy to be able to come here to talk. They were all cautious and cautious, so how could they think of asking for it?

What kind of tea? If you put it in front of him, he might not dare to take a sip.

After a while, Leng Binghan skillfully brewed the tea and served it respectfully to the two old men. The fragrant tea actually made the two old men swallow a sip of water.

"Xiaohan, what are you doing?" After the chief took a sip of the unforgettable tea, he remembered the purpose of asking him to come here, said with a straight face, and threw a few documents in his hand on Leng Bing

In front of the cold.

Leng Binghan picked it up and took a look. It was a summary of some foreign newspapers and periodicals, both original and translated into Chinese. Leng Binghan was proficient in eight foreign languages ​​and could easily understand the contents without looking at the translation.

The first information is about the acquisition of Tianteng Company on Wall Street in the United States, and the general manager Mu Jinzhong was shot in his office. The second information is about the mysterious death of Zhu Mingyuan, the Chinese owner of the French Rose Rose Company, in his villa. After investigation, the police initially found out

It was determined to be gas poisoning. The third information said that when Canadian real estate tycoon Du Hai left home for work, his car suddenly exploded. Du Hai, his driver and bodyguards were all killed...

Leng Binghan looked at other information and found that they were similar to the previous ones. Basically, they were related to the recent attacks on Chinese companies in various countries and the mysterious deaths of company leaders. Finally, there was also the analysis report of the investigators, pointing out that the recent international

There is a powerful force in the world that is targeting these Chinese companies, and there is probably a certain conspiracy within them.

"What's the matter?" Leng Binghan flipped through the information, then looked at the two old men calmly and asked.

Mr. Wang is more dignified than the chief, and there is basically no smile on his dark face.

"What else?" Mr. Wang finally spoke and said angrily: "Do you dare to say that these incidents have nothing to do with you?"

"It was indeed me who did it." Leng Binghan said nonchalantly, his tone still very calm.

"Why? Don't you know that these are all Chinese companies? Why are you targeting these companies?" The chief stared at Leng Binghan with bright eyes and said calmly. His tone was as solemn as a mountain.

This 'why' actually carries a faint and heart-stopping coercion.

Leng Binghan was unmoved, his expression remained calm, and he said in a calmer tone than the leader: "For no reason, since we want to kill the tiger, we must naturally cut off the tiger's claws and fangs!"

"Huh?" The chief thought for a moment, frowned and shook his head, and asked in disbelief: "What do you mean?"

Leng Binghan smiled slightly, took out a file bag, and said, "Two grandpas, take a look at this thing first before talking." After that, he leaned back on the Taishi's chair and said no more words.

The chief and Mr. Wang looked at each other inexplicably. They picked up the file bag and pulled out a few pieces of paper. They glanced at it casually, and their expressions suddenly changed.

"Bang!" The chief slapped the table hard, glared at Leng Binghan, and asked, "Are these information true?"

Leng Binghan felt an extremely heavy pressure rushing towards him, almost suffocating. This kind of evil spirit unique to Bai Zhan Yuan Rong, who has been in high positions for a long time, is really unbearable for ordinary people. Rao Leng Binghan has long been mentally prepared.

For a moment, I felt out of breath.

"Absolutely true!"

After a while, Leng Binghan took a deep breath, trying to calm down his surging blood. His eyes paused on the faces of Mr. Wang and the chief. The chief's face was as cold as water, but he nodded very gently, his eyes

It became slightly softer.

Seeing the leader's abnormal behavior, Mr. Wang was very surprised when he picked up the information from the table and looked at it. His expression changed and he had a complicated expression. He didn't know whether he was happy, embarrassed or angry. After a while, he said to the leader: "Old leader

, you see, right? I just said, there is no way Xiaohan would do something that would harm the interests of the country." There was a touch of pride in his tone, and a look of reassurance flashed in his eyes, as he looked at Leng Binghan, his eyes

Friendly, with very soft eyes.

Leng Binghan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Even though he had special powers, under the pressure of the two old men, the feeling was not that easy.

The sniping at these companies was indeed planned and planned by himself. The reason why Leng Binghan planned to snipe at these companies was of course that these companies were inextricably linked to the Ding family, and even many companies were secretly operated by the Ding family.

He was in control, constantly laundering money for the Ding family, and even stole a large amount of the country's wealth through loopholes in various system management. Since Leng Binghan wanted to deal with the Ding family, he would naturally cut off his arm first.

But it was Zhu Jianjun's own idea to hire a murderer. In his words, since the Ding family dared to hire mercenaries internationally to assassinate Leng Binghan, he retaliated in kind by issuing a reward worth hundreds of millions of dollars internationally.

, and the targets of the bounty are, of course, the heads of these companies. If Leng Binghan hadn't strictly prohibited him from touching the Ding family's people in the country, his bounty target would be Ding Chenming, the core people of the Ding family, and let them have a taste.

What it's like to be assassinated by a hired organization.

In terms of power, Feiyuan may not be able to compare with the Ding family in China, but if it is more money, a hundred Ding families combined would not be enough.

"No wonder you want to take action on these companies. So you knew it a long time ago?" The chief frowned, but his expression softened, but he said bluntly, "But Xiaohan, those people are all innocent.

You are a Chinese elite, would it be too..."

Before the leader finished speaking, Mr. Wang sneered in response, raised his thick eyebrows, and said angrily: "Old leader, they are allowed to invite people to kill Xiaohan, but Xiaohan is not allowed to fight back? What kind of truth is this?"

The leader was at a loss for words. After a long time, a strange look suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, which seemed to be lonely, but also seemed to be deeply self-deprecating. He said slowly: "We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to worry about each other!"

"Old chief, Old Man Ding is no longer the old man who took the lead and devoted himself to the public good." Mr. Wang also sighed softly, got up and walked to the "Man Jiang Hong" just now. After staring at it carefully for a while, he slowly

The calligraphy was taken down. The movement was very slow and heavy, as if it was holding something weighing tens of millions of kilograms.

Looking at Leng Binghan's slightly puzzled eyes, the chief explained gently: "This is what Lao Lao gave to Lao Wang."

Leng Binghan also sighed in his heart. The friendship that was unbreakable in the flames of war and fought side by side has now been mixed with too much worldliness and the struggle for power. This is perhaps the most heartbreaking thing for the old man.