Chapter 2015 Death

"Brother, what's wrong with Nan Changshou?"

Ximen Qing, who entered Zhao Heng's car and slowly left the Beijing Film Academy gate, moved his energy from the goddess in his heart to the circle: "I saw him sitting in the car waiting for the red light in the morning. I called him a few words without responding. Finally, it was the Southern Department bodyguard who reminded me that he nodded to me."

"I feel like he is a walking corpse!"

Zhao Heng's face glanced helplessly and hesitated: "He has been doing strange things recently. Not only does he not have the spirit of the past, but he often hides in high places alone and stares blankly. I heard that he went to Babaoshan a few days ago, and stayed there for two hours and was crying loudly."

Ximen Qing picked up a bottle of clean water from the car and twisted it away, then leaned against the car door and frowned slightly: "Nan Changshou and I have seen many faces. Since I met him, I have never seen him with decadent appearance. It makes people feel that kicking him to death is the greatest relief for him."

Song Qingguan subconsciously looked around, then closed the car window and whispered: "Can he know the cleaning of the old minister of the Nan clan? Although Nan chanting Buddha's name is perfect, Nan Changshou believes that he is better than outsiders, it is not difficult for Nan Changshou to know the truth with Nan Changshou's ability!"

"This is possible!"

When Zhao Heng maintained his due silence, Ximen Qing took over the topic and said: "Apart from the assassination and purge of Nan Chanting Buddha, there should be nothing that can make Nan Changshou so depressed. He must know everything Nan Chanting Buddha did, and he cannot change anything that causes pain."

Even though Nan Changshou really knew that he was attacked, it was written and directed by Nan Chanjuan and knew that the old minister was not dead under the sword of Zhou Jiang, Nan Changshou still couldn't do anything. Not to mention that the old minister of the Nan clan had been mostly cleansed by Nan Chanjuan, even if he had the ability to turn the tables, he would not attack his grandson.

This is no longer a contradiction between the enemy and us until death, but a trade-off within the Southern Clan. No matter how the outcome of the fight is, the strength of the Southern Clan is consumed. Therefore, Nan Changshou will not turn against his grandson. Even if he knows that the old minister died unjustly, he can only kill his teeth and swallow it in his stomach for the sake of the Nan family.

"You said, can Nan Changshou survive this level?"

After a brief silence, Song Qingguan whispered, and Zhao Heng smiled bitterly when he heard this: "If you are not the person involved, who can understand the mood of the person involved? But you and I don't have to worry about him. Compared to us outsiders, Nan Chanting Buddha knows more clearly how to solve this problem."

Ximen Qing let out a long breath, leaning on the seat with a little more silence. He obviously also remembered his grandfather who died in Bai Coffin Ling. A guilty of not rushing to support him in time passed through his eyes, but he quickly returned to his calm: "It's Qingming Festival, maybe it's time to go back and burn incense for his grandfather."

"It should be!"

Zhao Heng could see the melancholy on Ximen Qing's face, and knew that he thought of the dead Xibuluo again. Then he also remembered the hero Hua who had not been punished so far. A silent apology flashed through his eyes and said, "After going back to sipping the incense, fly to Hong Kong to find me. Let's relax there."

Zhao Heng reached out and patted Ximen Qing on the shoulder, and a sense of sincerity flowed out from his face: "I will also call the fourth brother over here. Gao Weiwei's incident has still made him feel uneasy. He has almost digested it himself, but we still need our final encouragement. Let's get together for a few days at that time."

"good!"

Ximen Qing did not hesitate much and agreed to Zhao Heng: "I originally wanted to go to Hong Kong, and there were a few former junior and senior high school classmates who were about to complete their studies. Their abilities and knowledge were pretty good. West China was the time to hire people, and I wanted to hire them into Xishi Group."

Specifically, the situation where Ximen Qing is located is almost the same as chanting Buddha's name in the south. It is necessary to cleanse the Western System from top to bottom, so that the emperor and the minister will be the emperor. After all, Ximen Qing needs to cultivate his own personnel. Only by constantly injecting fresh blood into the Western System can the Western System last long.

Ximen Qing’s biggest advantage now is that he has Zhao Heng to support him and the old ministers are still loyal for the time being, but this is not a long-term solution. Xi Bulu’s prestige and Zhao Heng’s deterrence will always be diluted. If fresh blood cannot be cultivated within the Western System, the Western System Group will be too big to lose in the future.

"I support your decision!"

Zhao Heng smiled when he heard Ximen Qing's words, and then took over the topic and replied: "The West Group does need newcomers, but you don't have to tell them what mission they are. Just say that someone provides several jobs for the West Group and asks them if they are interested."

Ximen Qing lowered his head and drank a sip of clean water, pulled open his collar and smiled: "Whether they talk about my mission, they don't know my true identity. In the past, I changed schools for almost half a year, and I was low-key like a passerby. There was no way. The old man was always worried that I would be kidnapped."

He looked ahead with deep eyes: "If it weren't for the need to exercise communication skills and behave in a life, my grandfather would have asked me to take all the courses at home, so after reading the books for more than ten years, I forgot to go to several schools, and my only luck is that I have made many friends."

"But I don't know if the relationship has faded."

Song Qingguan let out a hearty laugh, then slapped Ximen Qing on the arm: "It's enough that our relationship is not weak! By the way, you can call the goddess over to travel to Hong Kong. Of course, you don't need to expose yourself, just say that you won a three-day, two-night trip to Hong Kong and Macau worth 20,000 yuan."

"A lonely man and widow are staying for a few days is more effective than sending flowers to Beijing Film Academy."

Zhao Heng also smiled and agreed: "Yes, call her over, I'm a little moved by such a kind girl. It's a pity that I didn't see her with my own eyes. Don't worry, we will never scare her. All your expenses in Hong Kong are covered by Qingguan, the native people."

Song Qingguan knew Zhao Heng's meaning and laughed: "Okay, I'll come out!"

At this moment, a red Porsche roared past everyone, with a very fast speed leaving only a faint afterimage. He narrowed his eyes slightly at Qiao Yuncai who had been outside the window. He seemed to have captured a familiar shadow, but then quickly dissipated the idea of ​​the goddess in the BMW.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Heng's cell phone vibrated. He took it out and glanced and stuffed it back. Then he took Ximen Qing and Song Qingguan to the first floor to have a meal and drink. The three of them had a rare gathering laughed for two hours, and then Zhao Heng arranged for them to check in on the spot.

After taking a shower in Ye Shishi's bedroom, Zhao Heng took his cell phone and went straight to the top floor. He pushed open the rooftop door and felt a cold wind blowing, which made his clothes rush. Zhao Heng steadily walked forward for four or five steps, and turned his head slightly to see the Yingxiong Hua who was looking down at the night view.

Zhao Heng leaned down on the railing: "Is there anything to ask me for?"

Hua Yingxiong seemed to have dyed his hair again, his head of white hair had turned black and faint, and his whole body looked much younger. Hearing Zhao Heng's question, he took his eyes off the lights of thousands of families: "Jiang Zhonghua's injuries have been controlled, and he wants to leave the capital and leave China."

He said lightly: "He already knows that he is wanted by the whole country, and he also knows what the Southern Division and Jin Gege will do, so he wants to go to Sweden to recuperate his injuries. This is an old fox. He never mentioned who the leader is, and only said that he has not recovered now and does not want to think too much."

"Only when the injury is healed can we have the strength to talk about revenge."

Zhao Heng smiled when he heard this, and then replied casually: "This is long before you and I expected it. If Jiang Zhonghua casually revealed that his leader would not be alive, he would not be able to live now. Since he is going to Sweden to recuperate, you can take him there. I will give you a pass to Beijing."

Hua Yingxiong nodded slightly, and then spoke meaningfully: "In addition to the pass, I also need some money. No one knows when Jiang Zhonghua will lead the lead, so he needs some money to fight a protracted war, and he also has to recruit soldiers to let Jiang Zhonghua see hope."

Zhao Heng replied lightly: "I'll give you 50 million!"

"Thanks!"

Hua Yingxiong smiled: "You are full of dangers now! Although the crisis of Zhou and the Mafia joining forces has been resolved by you, I have received information that the Siberian training camp is preparing for war. It seems that sooner or later it will attack you, and the Gongrong Group is gradually becoming a climate."

He sighed: "This is also a giant. You must be careful in everything! The Golden Triangle, the Heavenly Kingdom Shrine, the Japanese Princess Party and even the Tang Dao are your enemies. Yamakawa Yoshiki integrates all these forces, and once they work together to exert their energy, it will be amazing."

"It is rumored that the Beimei has made a lot of efforts."

Hua Yingxiong looked up slightly: "What a pity!"

Zhao Heng calmly spoke: "You like Bei Ruyan very much!"

"Of course, my granddaughter-in-law recognized in my heart!"

When Zhao Heng kept his smile lightly, Hua Yingxiong said again: "Fortunately, China is gradually becoming stable. In less than two or three months, the senior management of China will all make the same voice. I believe that your grandfather and Du Tianxiong will let China on the road of rise."

When talking about this, a hint of relief flashed across Hua Yingxiong's face, and he added with a sound voice: "I don't like the existence of aristocratic families like a cancer, but it doesn't mean I don't like the unity of the top leaders of China. It's time for China to fight for freedom and prosperity in China for so many years."

Zhao Heng smiled bitterly: "You think Nan Changshou has no influence?"

"He's about to die!"

Hua Yingxiong became serious: "In one month, you will die!"

PS: 120 flowers are added, and a few basic flowers are called.
Chapter completed!