Chapter 2057 It's time to retreat

Near eight o'clock, a Gulfstream plane flew directly from Hong Kong Airport to Beijing. Zhao Heng, Lu Meng, Song Qingguan, Qiao Yuncai and Lin Xiaoli all returned to Beijing. The kidnapping of Nan Qingwan disturbed their travel plans and their mood was two heavier than when they left.

After Zhao Heng and his team came out of the special plane, they immediately got into the private car that had been prepared long ago, and then hurriedly left the airport under the protection of the Zhao family members. However, although their speed quickly disappeared into the night, their whereabouts were still all in the eyes of those who were interested, and everyone was confirmed clearly.

This night is destined not to be too calm.

There is occasionally a faint haze in early summer, which makes people's vision in the dark, but Nan Changshou's heart is more gloomy than smog days. At 11 o'clock, the yard deep in an alley near Beihai Park was covered by small trees. It is not a matter of darkness, but it is also particularly enchanting.

The two-entry courtyard is deep and quiet, with a small courtyard, but it is definitely considered the top luxury house in the capital. It has a price but no market. In today's society, things that are not worth buying are the symbol of status and status. In the backyard of the courtyard, a few flowers bloom, adding a little vitality and a faint fragrance.

Under the eaves of the backyard hall, a quiet hole was open, with a cold night wind flowing. In the hall, Nan Changshou was standing in front of a pair of Qinyuanchun to examine it carefully. This small courtyard, established in the 1990s, became a tool for Nan Changshou to secretly meet with his confidants six years ago.

Some people can only say some words in a specific place. Standing in the open and bright hall facing north and south, Nan Changshou, who had been depressed, looked at Qinyuanchun on the wall and was silent, and just muttered to himself: "The country is so beautiful, which has attracted countless heroes to fight for their backs,"

"Count the romantic figures, and look at the present day!"

In addition to Nan Changshou, there are four or five middle-aged men with extraordinary demeanor. They sat on both sides of the hall with silent expressions, with little emotion in their eyes looking at Nan Changshou, as if they were staring and thinking. These are the remaining old ministers who have worked hard with Nan Changshou for many years.

The South chant Buddha's name cleansed the old ministers in the Southern System in 70 to 80% of the key but insensitive positions, and decisively controlled most of the power, but they still did not take action too quickly against the old ministers who were mobilizing their bodies. These people in front of them were the remaining veterans, and they also have a common characteristic:

All have been Nan Changshou’s secretary!

These people have been secretary for several years at Nan Changshou, and then they were kicked to various key positions by Nan Changshou. Compared with their nephews, they are more confusing and deceptive. If they were not investigated, it would be difficult for people to find out that they have a close relationship with Nan Changshou.

Because they had been with Nan Changshou for several years, they all had similar silence qualities, so when they saw their master muttering to themselves in front of Qin Yuanchun, they were silent and waiting for instructions. At this moment, a South-Class veteran walked in quickly through the door and looked at Nan Changshou for a respectful report:

"Old Nan, they are back to Beijing!"

Nan Changshou's mouth closed instantly, his irritability finally dissipated by the good news. He turned around suddenly, his smile slowly bloomed in the pale lights. He spoke with a hint of relief: "Zhou Han, are you saying that Zhao Heng and the others are all back?"

The veteran named Zhou Han nodded: "Yes!"

"Bang!"

A celadon tea cup, which was handed by a skilled craftsman in Jingdezhen, was shattered by Nan Changshou happily. The thin right hand instantly added a trace of blood. The middle-aged people on both sides subconsciously stepped forward to bandage, but Nan Changshou waved his hand gently to stop it: "It's okay, are they all back?"

Zhou Han lowered his head humbly, and his master's pressure made him sweat in his back: "Come back, Zhao Heng, Ximen Qing, Lu Meng, and Song Qingguan all returned to Beijing. After arranging Ximen Qing and his friends to move in Hengmen, Zhao Heng went to find Nan Shao to have a midnight snack and discussed the kidnapping."

"Okay! Very good!"

Nan Changshou wiped off the fine residue in his palm with a tissue. The pierced wound not only did not make him feel pain, but also made him feel energetic: "It's good for them to come back, it's good for them to come back. This kid is still nervous and quiet, very good, very good, I'm also worried that he will be in charge of Hong Kong command."

Nan Changshou's mood was much more pleasant because Zhao Heng returned to Beijing, and then he looked at a middle-aged man on the left. He was the first secretary to follow him and was considered a confidant general: "Secretary Guo, is there any news about the family members of those old ministers? Have you found one of the four or five hundred families?"

Secretary Guo, who was stared at by him, shook his head: "No!"

He let out a long breath, not daring to look at Nan Changshou's gaze: "We have spread our hands to search for it, but abroad is too big, there is no scope or direction. We do things with twice the effort. We cannot even guarantee that they will go abroad because there is no record of entry and exit."

"waste!"

Nan Changshou shouted coldly. Although he knew that his grandson was fine and he was afraid that it would be difficult to find his family to verify. He might have been killed by him long ago. However, Nan Changshou always needs to do his best. After all, he must be worthy of the dead: "I'll give you another week."

"If you don't find it, you can jump down from the landmark."

Secretary Guo nodded with his lips slightly, and he couldn't help but secretly complain that he was afraid that his life would be unsuccessful. The other secretary on both sides of the hall watched his companions being scolded. Like Secretary Guo, they were just a dog of Nan Changshou, so there was no need to be sympathy and pity.

"roll!"

Nan Changshou nodded his finger and told him to get out of here. He also took a long breath several times to stabilize his almost out of control. Secretary Guo got up immediately after receiving amnesty, and he was used to bend down to pick up teacup fragments on the floor, leaving in fear and fear, praying that he could find the family of the lost old minister.

"Old Nan, Qian Tangjiang is here!"

Just after Secretary Guo left the hall, a southern guard came up to report, and Nan Changshou signaled to invite him. Not long after, a middle-aged man who was as elegant as Nan Changshou but less powerful as Nan Changshou walked in. His facial features were beautiful, his body was tall, and he was full of energy.

However, what is most eye-catching is that the emerald green on his fingers is very eye-catching. At first glance, he is the best product is of great value. Qian Tangjiang, the general manager of the Yangtze River Baxia Water Conservancy Group, a serious deputy ministerial figure, and is also a direct descendant of the former veterans of China.

"Hello, Mr. Nan!"

He looked at the slag on the ground that had not been cleaned up, and a smile appeared on his face: "Old Nan, I don't know why I got angry? If Qian Tangjiang needs to solve the problem, Mr. Nan will speak out, and the Qian family is willing to go through fire and water at any time, just ask Mr. Nan not to be angry and take care of himself."

In the unquestionable smiles of the other middle-aged people, Nan Changshou showed self-deprecating meaning, not getting angry? Take care of his body? Qian Tangjiang's words made people feel comfortable, but there were too many things that made him busy and difficult to be calm. Most importantly, Nan Changshou felt that he didn't have much time.

"Qian Tangjiang, you have been in this position for fifteen years!"

Nan Changshou looked at him and said lightly: "Do you have any ideas?"

When Nan Changshou waved to ask for a cup of tea, Qian Tangjiang replied respectfully: "If you go back to Nan Lao, Qian Tangjiang is grateful for Nan Lao's cultivation. Being able to sit in this position is a great blessing. Qian Tangjiang and the Qian family are already very satisfied and dare not have any unreasonable thoughts."

He has been in Beijing for almost a week. In many people's minds, including himself, they all believe that this time he goes to Beijing, he wants to move up. After all, the chairman of the group will retire next year, and 99% of the general manager will be promoted, but he cannot express the meaning of greed.

Therefore, the humility of retreating to advance.

Nan Changshou narrowed his eyes and looked at the former beloved general, shook his head and said: "You misunderstood what I mean. I didn't ask you if you want to go up. Today I actually entered this small courtyard. That means that you don't have to be silly and slander. Everyone is honest."

When Qian Tangjiang felt a little shocked, Nan Changshou told him directly: "I mean, you have been in the position of general manager for fifteen years and enjoyed wealth and glory that countless people cannot reach. It is time to give up your position. At the same time, you will kick out a few children and nephews from the group."

"That is, you should retreat."

Qian Tangjiang was shocked: "Lady Nan, what's wrong with Qian Tangjiang?"

PS: There are still updates today, and I call for a few flowers.
Chapter completed!