The finance officer shook his head and said, "You have to ask them about this. There is no identity information about this person on it."
Tang Jiawei kicked the Chang Jiaquan next to him and asked, "Tell me, who is this Wan Zhiheng? What kind of thing did he mortgage for 500,000, and Huang Jian was asked to guarantee it?"
Chang Jiaquan raised his head and looked at Wu Chengjun, his head drooped and silent. Regarding Wan Zhiheng, it is an open secret in the loan sharking business. Everyone knows about it and no one dares to talk nonsense. If this matter was revealed, Ma Jinbao would make their whole family uneasy.
Tang Jiawei followed Chang Jiaquan's gaze and sneered: "It seems that Manager Chang doesn't dare to say anything, so I'll ask Mr. Wu to give me an explanation, otherwise this matter may not be settled easily."
Wu Chengjun came to his senses now and said coldly: "You are not qualified to know about that account. If you can, ask Chairman Ma. I don't have the answer you want."
"It seems that Mr. Wu has a lot of backbone. He's not 'seedless' as others say." Tang Jiawei joked, "In that case, I want to see how long Mr. Wu's seed can last."
He winked, and a bodyguard next to him followed him, holding up the stick in his hand and about to take action. Zhang Yongsheng stopped him, walked up to Wu Chengjun, and observed him carefully. Wu Chengjun looks gentle and elegant, looking more like a white-collar worker than a gangster at all.
Zhang Yongsheng stared at Wu Chengjun, who was leaning on the sofa holding his injured wrist, and said word by word: "Mr. Wu, I just want to say one thing, you remember it. I don't want to take care of your secret goods, and I don't care about this account. Whether it’s Wan Zhiheng’s or Huang Jian’s, it’s not Yao Xiuqing’s turn to return it.”
Wu Chengjun didn't know Zhang Yongsheng. Seeing that he was still very young, he thought he was Tang Jiawei's follower and said disdainfully: "Who do you think you are? You said you wouldn't let her return it, so she dared not to return it? Do you know who owns this batch of goods? ? Let me tell you, if you offend the owner of this batch of goods, you Shahe Gang will have to get out of Jiangyuan."
Tang Jiawei grinned and sneered: "I understand, you lost someone else's goods, and you can't afford to offend the owner of the goods, so you let Huang Jian take the blame, right? Huang Jian is dead, now The batch cannot be left unaccounted for, so you put the blame on Miss Yao?"
Wu Chengjun said proudly: "Now that you understand, just let it go as soon as you can. This matter is beyond your Shahe Gang's control. Take your people and leave the Antique City, and we will pretend that nothing happened. From now on, Miss Yao will always How about repaying the money every month and keeping things as usual?"
Zhang Yongsheng laughed angrily and said: "Mr. Wu is really good at playing. He is very skilled in this trick of pretending to be a tiger's power. I would like to know who it is, who can't even afford to offend our Mr. Tang?"
Wu Chengjun hesitated for a moment and said: "It's okay if I name someone, but all of you have to go out. I'll only tell Mr. Tang. That person is in a high position and has great power. If too much is leaked, we two There is no good fruit to eat."
Zhang Yongsheng looked at Tang Jiawei, who frowned and said, "What kind of tricks do you want to play? There is such a big shot in Jiangyuan, and he doesn't even dare to make his name public?"
Just as Wu Chengjun was about to speak, the door of the office was knocked open again. A short, thin old man in his sixties or seventies, wearing an old-fashioned gown and mille-layer cloth shoes, was followed by a group of people. Although the old man was leaning on a cane, his tiny triangular eyes were as sharp as the eyes of an eagle, and he looked energetic.
Although it is almost September at this time and the solar term has entered autumn, Jiangyuan is still in the autumn tiger stage and the temperature is relatively high. Ordinary people are sweating profusely even if they wear short sleeves. Although the old man is wearing a long shirt, there is not a drop of sweat on his forehead. His appearance makes everyone feel incredible.
His clothes are incompatible with modern society, and he feels like he has been transported from a TV series from the previous dynasty. He had a fierce aura about him, and the air froze when he appeared, attracting everyone's attention. The old man walked to the center of the office as if there was no one around, leaving everyone behind him outside the door.
He observed the scene without saying a word, raised the walking stick in his hand and said, "You all can go out. Mr. Tang and I will handle the matter here. Don't come here to disturb us."
His voice was a bit high-pitched, and his words were short and unpleasant. As he opened his mouth, everyone in the Renhe congregation in the room rushed towards the door as if they had received an amnesty. The Shahe Gang wanted to stop him, but Zhang Yongsheng stopped him.
Zhang Yongsheng looked at the old man carefully and said with a grin: "I didn't expect to see an expert here. It's really rare. You guys should go out too. You have nothing to do here. Mr. Tang and I will take care of the rest."
Tang Jiawei looked at Zhang Yongsheng in confusion, and Zhang Yongsheng explained: "This old man is a master, and even the King of Strength may not be able to win him. It is useless for them to stay here, as long as I can stay here. Regardless of whether he is writing Whether you are a martial artist or not, I will follow you."
Tang Jiawei was now very convinced of Zhang Yongsheng and nodded: "Okay, you all go out and wait outside. You are not allowed to come in without my order."
After a while, most of the people in the room left, leaving only the old man, Tang Jiawei, Zhang Yongsheng and Yao Xiuqing. Even Wu Chengjun and Chang Jiaquan, who were injured and unable to move, were carried away by their men. Suddenly the office was much emptier and it was easier to get started.
Seeing the door of the office being closed by the last person, Tang Jiawei smiled and said: "After all these years of dealing with each other, I never expected that President Ma would be a master. You really hide it well."
"I didn't expect that Mr. Tang would have such a capable person under his command. He is truly a hero." The old man bowed his hand to Zhang Yongsheng and asked, "What do you call me, little brother?"
Zhang Yongsheng returned the gift with his hand and said with a smile: "So you are President Ma Jinbao. I thought you were the caretaker. At your age, why don't you enjoy peace and happiness at home and go out to make trouble? My name is Zhang Yongsheng. You may have heard my name."
"Are you Zhang Yongsheng who defeated the King of Power in one round?" Ma Jinbao was a little frightened. He is not interested in underground boxing matches and rarely goes to watch them live. At most, he only listens to the news. In fact, he looked down on those boxers at all, thinking they were all rabble.
Tang Jiawei sighed: "I know President Ma looks down on boxers in underground boxing matches. I used to think it was because old people don't like young people, but it seems I'm blind. It's normal for a master like you to look down on them. If I were like you With their own skills, I have the right to look down on them."
Ma Jinbao found a chair and sat down, sighing: "I'm already old, why should I argue with them? As Brother Zhang said, I should have enjoyed peace and happiness at home. It's a pity that my children can't live up to expectations. In order to let them To survive, I can only do more and leave more for them.”
Tang Jiawei shook his head and said: "If your children don't live up to expectations, no matter how much you keep, they will be defeated sooner or later. Why bother? Besides, why are you cheating us if you leave something for them? It's only a few million, not too much, so you just It's too much. I think you are the elder, so I don't care, let's just let it be."
