"Miss Miao, if you have any questions, just tell me directly. You have helped our Xiaosong so much, so I naturally want to thank you very much." Li Huilan said with a smile.
"Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just something at work that I want to ask Mr. Zhang for help with," Miao Lu said with a smile.
After hearing what Miao Lu said, Li Huilan couldn't help but frown slightly. Although she wanted to help Miao Lu, Li Huilan didn't want to interfere too much with Zhang Wei's work.
"Miss Miao, although I want to help you, I don't know much about work matters." Li Huilan said tactfully.
"Auntie, don't worry, I didn't explain it clearly to you."
Miao Lu chuckled lightly and said the next best thing: "Mr. Zhang and I have already talked about it before, and Mr. Zhang also promised to help. I just want you to say something extra for me, so that Mr. Zhang can help me."
Help me implement it as soon as possible."
"Oh, it turns out that's the case, then I can agree to it." Li Huilan said with a smile.
"Then I'd like to thank you first." Miao Lu smiled.
"Miss Miao, you're welcome. I should be the one thanking you," Li Huilan said.
"Everyone, don't thank me here and there. Let's cook some more delicious dishes for noon today. Mengyao and Miss Miao will stay for the meal." Zhang Jianguo suggested.
"Uncle Zhang, there's no need to go to such trouble. Since the matter has been settled, it's time for me to leave." Miao Lu said.
"That's not possible. If you don't eat at noon, no one will be able to leave." Li Huilan laughed.
"Yes, Sister Miao, since it is my uncle and aunt's wishes, then you can stay." Li Mengyao said softly.
As Zhang Wei's girlfriend, Li Mengyao couldn't leave in such a short time. She had to at least have a meal with Zhang Wei's parents, and she was a little embarrassed to be alone, so she simply pulled Miao Lu to stay with her.
"Hey, sister Mengyao has already behaved like a hostess before she got married. It's really enviable." Miao Lu said jokingly.
"Sister Miao Lu, are you serious? Why do you keep making fun of me?" After hearing Miao Lu's words, Li Mengyao's cheeks turned red and she let out a sweet cry.
…
In the restaurant of the Zhang family villa in New York, USA, Zhang Wei and Zhang Zhongyun were sitting at the dining table, enjoying the exquisite breakfast on the table. The two of them lowered their heads while eating and did not communicate much.
At this moment, a man walked into the restaurant. It was Zhang Jiaan who was in charge of the reception yesterday. He walked to the side of the dining table and asked: "You two gentlemen, do you like the breakfast?"
“Tastes good.”
Zhang Wei raised his head, responded with a smile, and then made a gesture of invitation and said: "Uncle An, please sit down and have something together."
"Yes, I happen to have something else I want to ask you about," Zhang Zhongyun said.
"Okay, you're welcome then." Zhang Jia'an nodded in agreement, and then sat down to eat next to the two of them.
"Zhang Wei, Uncle An, what are your plans next?" Zhang Zhongyun asked straight to the point.
"I will obey the instructions of the two young masters." Zhang Jia'an said.
"Zhang Wei, what do you think?" Zhang Zhongyun turned his head and looked at Zhang Wei and asked.
"Uncle's condition has basically stabilized, and there are enough manpower to protect him." Zhang Wei said, putting down the knife and fork in his hand, and said: "Our top priority now is to find Zhongyue first and ensure that Zhongyue comes down."
personal safety.”
"Yes, I think so too, and as long as Zhongyue can be found, maybe the person behind the scenes can be found." Zhang Zhongyun nodded and said.
"Uncle An, I remember you said yesterday afternoon that you found someone who has close contacts with Zhongyue. Can you find someone else now?" Zhang Wei asked.
"That person's name is Qiali. I have already talked to him, but he refused to say anything." Zhang Jia'an shook his head and said.
"Does he know nothing, or does he know it but doesn't want to say it?" Zhang Wei frowned and asked.
"When I was questioning him, I felt that he was somewhat strange. I guess he belongs to the second type." Zhang Jia'an pondered for a moment and said.
"Uncle An, what does this Qiali do?" Zhang Wei asked.
"He's just a little street gangster who tinkers with big things like ice and drugs all day long. He's not really a big deal," Zhang Jia'an said.
"Can you arrange for me to meet him?" Zhang Wei asked.
"Should I take you there directly, or invite him over?" Zhang Jia'an asked.
"Invite him over, preferably somewhere more private." Zhang Wei ordered.
"Then what if he refuses to cooperate?" Zhang Jia'an said worriedly.
"Then you just have to figure it out." Zhang Wei said in a deep voice.
…
The factory building of a company under the New York Hongding Group was empty for hundreds of square meters. There were more than a dozen bodyguards in black standing in the factory building. Among the bodyguards sat two men, brothers Zhang Wei and Zhang Zhongyun.
people.
"Bang..." With a sound, the iron door of the factory was opened from the outside, and then four men walked in. The first man was Zhang Jia'an.
There were three more people behind Zhang Jia'an, two of them were Zhang Jia'an's men. Those two men were holding a man. This man was a Westerner, and his mouth was gagged with a towel.
"You two gentlemen, this person is Chali." Zhang Jia'an walked up to the two of them, pointed at the Westerner and said.
"Take the towel away from his mouth." Zhang Zhongyun ordered.
"Yes." Zhang Jia'an responded, and then waved his hands to his two men.
After seeing Zhang Jia'an's signal, the two bodyguards started to take action and took out the towel that was planted in Chali's mouth, but they still controlled his body.
"Pooh……"
After taking out the towel from Chali's mouth, he spat on the ground, then waited for Zhang Zhongyun and the two of them, and shouted loudly:
"You hateful yellow-skinned monkeys! Do you know who I am? Why don't you let me go quickly?"
"Bang..." Zhang Jia'an raised his right leg, kicked Charlie hard in the stomach, and scolded: "If you don't want to be beaten, you'd better be more honest with me."
"Ah..." Charlie screamed and curled up. It was obvious that the kick was not light.
"You are Chali, right? I am Zhang Zhongyue's brother. Do you know where he is now?" Zhang Zhongyun walked up and asked with concern on his face.
"Bah, you treat me like this. Even if I know, I won't tell you." Charlie scolded.
"Uncle An, try to pry his mouth open." Although Zhang Wei's beautiful words are not very good, he saw the other party's attitude and knew that he had no intention of cooperation.
"Yes." Zhang Jia'an responded, waved to the men on the side and said, "Cut him."
After Zhang Jia'an gave the order, a bodyguard in black walked over with no expression on his face. He took out a knife from his pocket, walked around behind Charlie, and then took off Charlie's pants.
"What are you going to do! Ah! What are you going to do!" Charlie also felt the danger and asked loudly.
"Ah..." A moment later, Charlie, who was pinned to the ground by four bodyguards, let out a painful wail.
I saw a bodyguard in black using a sharp knife to cut off a piece of meat on Charlie's buttocks. Blood came out of the wound, and the cold, sharp blade was still attached to Charlie's buttocks, seemingly at any time.
It is possible to make a second cut.
"No... don't cut my butt again, I'll tell you everything!" Charlie howled crazily.
"Then say it quickly, if you keep talking nonsense, it won't be a matter of one blow." Zhang Jia'an threatened.
"It was done by a group of oriental people. They all look similar to you, and they also speak Chinese." Charlie said loudly.
"Who are those Orientals?" Zhang Zhongyun grabbed the other person's chest and asked.
"I don't know who they are, but one of them is named Wei!" Charlie shouted loudly.
"Then why didn't you say it before?" Zhang Zhongyun questioned.
"The man surnamed Wei gave me 100,000 yuan and told me not to tell anyone. Otherwise, not only would the money be taken back, but my life would also be taken," Qiali said.
"Damn, what kind of friends did Zhang Zhongyue make? He was sold out for 100,000 yuan!" Zhang Zhongyun said bitterly.
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