Crunch——
The rusty side door of the Martyrs Cemetery slowly opened. In a low tomb covered with grass, Wang Qingyun and his father Wang Bingyi crossed the dense grass and came to a tomb.
The tombstone is written in large characters: "The tomb of Wangshan is the son of Wang Bingyi."
After burning three sticks of incense and placing four tributes including peanuts, knife heads, eggs, and rice, Wang Bingyi sat on the stone and motioned to Wang Qingyun to burn incense.
The breeze caressed the hills, and the two-foot-tall weeds swayed in the wind. Even though it was summer, it gave people a cool air of early autumn.
Right next to Mr. Wang's grave is a group of graves without tombstones.
"When your grandfather died, you didn't exist. He said he wanted to be buried with these old comrades, so he was the only person with a monument in this mass grave. Your grandfather has been gone for more than 20 years."
After Wang Qingyun offered incense and kowtowed, he banged his forehead heavily in front of his grandfather's grave. The fine gravel broke his scalp, leaving a trail of blood on his forehead.
When Wang Bingyi saw it, he didn't say anything. He brought his son here today because he wanted his son to tell the truth to him in front of his grandfather's grave.
He didn't blame him, it was actually what his son told him that had touched his bottom line. He had been law-abiding and firmly believed in rules and procedures all his life, but his son asked him whether justice in the process or the justice in the result was more important.
"Dad, I know what you mean. I can swear on my grandfather's grave that what I do will never harm the Yan Kingdom. If I violate it, I will be struck by thunder from heaven."
call--
A strong wind blew by, and the six incense sticks in front of the tribute kept shining brightly in the strong wind, like six radiating fire beads.
Shaoqing, the wind has calmed down, all the birds around are chirping, and the crawling sounds of insects have become clearer again.
"Dad, actually..."
"Okay, knock your mother's head off too."
Clusters of clusters——
The sound of leaves rubbing together sounded, as if someone was coming.
Wang Qingyun stood up and touched the flying knife hidden in his waist with his right hand.
It's a person, and getting closer.
Between the dense thatch, a woman could be vaguely seen.
As they walked the last few meters, Liu Ye's brows were long and pale, her cheeks were rosy, and the true face of the visitor from Lushan was revealed in front of the two of them.
"Mom! (Xiaoman!)"
Han Man took off his purple gauze hat and glared at the two of them with feigned anger:
"You came to see me and don't call me, Wang Qingyun, don't you want to recognize your mother?
Wang Bingyi, don’t you want your wife anymore? "
"mom!"
"Xiaoman!"
Han Man put his hands on his hips: "We are a family. We will get through any difficulties together. You two..."
The tigress showed off her power, and Wang Qingyun and Wang Bingyi turned into primary school students. The chickens could only peck the rice and nod, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
After Han Man took care of the two of them, Wang Bingyi hurriedly cheered up his son. Wang Qingyun cursed in his heart, it was good to be a father. He had a son to control, so he hurriedly stepped forward to comfort his mother.
"Mom, my dad didn't think well today. He was mainly worried that you were too tired from the bank. My dad said that you have been too busy recently. He saw it and felt pain in his heart. When he got home, he made pork rib soup to replenish you. , right, Dad?”
Wang Bingyi nodded awkwardly: "Uh-huh? Yes, yes, yes, go back and eat the ribs, go back and eat the ribs."
Han Man grabbed Wang Qingyun's ears with one hand and said, "Little bastard, you should learn from your father.
Wang Bingyi smiled bitterly and murmured in his heart, "What do you mean you learned from me? How can I have your son's flowers?"
"Want to know why I know you two are here?"
Wang Qingyun and Wang Bingyi nodded together. They remembered clearly that there was no tail when they came, and there was no surveillance here. How could they know.
"Because every time your dad encounters something that he can't handle, or is in a particularly bad mood, and worries about increasing my pressure, he will come to the old man's grave for a few sips. It hasn't changed at all over the years, so I assigned him to the guard at the Martyrs Cemetery. Make a phone call and give me a letter as long as the side door is open."
Wang Bingyi's cheeks were burning. Every time he was in trouble, his wife would be very considerate. Even if it was because someone under her command made a mistake, she also took good care of her emotions during the time when she took the blame. It turned out that the root cause was here, but she was the one who The old detective didn't notice any trace of it.
"Mom, here's the thing, Dad and I..."
After learning about Wang Bingyi's troubles, Han Man's first reaction was the same as her husband's. It was a good thing that his son was promising, but if he was too evil, it would be a bit difficult to accept.
But after all, he was his own son, so what else could he do? In the end, the two elders agreed to Wang Qingyun's plan, but there was one condition. If the incident happened, the blame would be placed on Wang Bingyi.
"Dad, let's go home and cook ribs." With his parents' consent, Wang Qingyun felt a huge stone falling in his heart. What he was most worried about was the dialectic between his father and himself who insisted on procedures and results. Now that the problem was solved, he could free up his hands and work hard. One game.
Han Man pulled her son and glanced at her husband:
"Okay, stop teasing your dad. It's okay to let him buy groceries. As for cooking, I still can't think of the scrambled eggs he made the year before."
Wang Bingyi said seriously:
"That's not because, in order to marry you, I spent all my brains and couldn't even cook food."
The sudden words of love made Han Man's face turn red. The old man was not shy and did not look at the occasion. His son was right next to him.
"Haha, Dad, Mom is blushing!"
…
Wang Qingyun took care of his father, and Luo Jie took over here to take care of the Zhang family.
The sun's shadow slants to the west, and as the last golden thread disappears, night comes quietly.
In Yangqian, the Canglang Gang's business mainly focuses on pimps and gambling stalls that serve as fronts for various bosses.
But in other aspects, it also involves bars, arcades, etc.
Among them, the third pillar is hotels, accounting for about 30%.
As for the remaining bars, billiard rooms, and video arcades, they are managed by another gang, the Zhonghehui.
Between the two major forces, there is a five-star Dihao Hotel with a huge passenger flow, but no one dares to touch it. This is the Zhang family's property in Yangqian.
It is precisely because of the exclusivity of the Imperial Hotel that the gangsters on the street are even proud to be a waiter in the Imperial Hotel.
Today, Roger is coming to meet the current head of the Dorsett Hotel - Zhang Yanran.
Zhang Yanran, the grandson of Mrs. Zhang, gained attention because her blood type perfectly matched the old Mrs. Zhang’s and she once gave him a blood transfusion.
But because she had been oppressed by the main line since she was a child, and there was no pressure to survive, she couldn't study well and spent all day doing nothing. Until the year before last year, the old man couldn't stand it and arranged for her to come to Yangqian to be the person in charge. If the business improves, we will wait until the business improves. If it doesn't, a big The hotel is enough to cover her lifetime expenses.
"Hello, Miss Zhang, my name is Roger."
Zhang Yanran has an upright appearance, decent facial features, and exquisite dress. She can be regarded as an eighty-point beauty. However, Roger's attention is not on her appearance, but on her temperament.
The feeling the other party gave him was not the innocence and kindness mentioned in the information, but a silence as deep as water. This could not be cultivated by doing business for several years. Consistent with his own analysis, this Zhang Yanran managed the hotel, Maybe it was because of a scandal in the Zhang family.
"Hello, Mr. Luo, I heard that you came to me to discuss cooperation. I wonder what kind of cooperation it is?"
"I heard that Miss Zhang came from Gyeonggi Province. I wonder if she has gotten used to Yangqian in the past few years. Do you have any thoughts of going back?"
Zhang Yanran became interested. After hearing this, it seemed that this person knew her details. Could it be that he was sent by those idiots again? Give him a try first.
"Oh? I wonder if Mr. Luo has any clever tricks here."
"Although the Royal Hotel is a five-star hotel, it can't function alone. I have a hotel that will soon be vacant. Why not open a few more branches in Yangqian and form a chain, accumulate experience and then go nationwide?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yanran knew that the man in front of her was probably a pawn of the idiots, but every time he came, he looked like a human-like person. This middle-aged man with a beard, in addition to looking pleasing to the eye, could Are you lying to yourself?
"Mr. Luo was joking. Eat as much as the plate is big. If you do more, you will make more mistakes. If you do less, you will make fewer mistakes."
"Ms. Zhang, the cooperation model is roughly like this. We will be responsible for you to bring down the hotel price, at least 40%. We only need 10% of the shares, and the remaining 90% is yours. The daily management is yours. Responsible."
"Isn't this pie in the sky?"
"Of course, the pie can also be picked up and dropped. It just depends on whether the person picking it up is qualified."
Zhang Yanran heard that the other party wanted to borrow the golden name of the old Zhang family. Although the old man gave her the benefit of being able to use the reputation of the Zhang family to do things as long as she did not break the rules, she felt angry and disgusted by the word "Zhang family". !
"No!" Zhang Yanran frowned and stood up to leave.
"Business cannot be done without justice, Miss Zhang. I used to be a professional stock trader. I have many friends and have heard many stories. One of the most interesting ones is related to your Zhang family. I don't know if you want to hear it."
"If Mr. Luo is not satisfied with what he said, don't blame the little girl for being unruly!"
Zhang Yanran didn't know when she had a sharp dagger in her hand.
