Dai Jin's death, after it was publicly confirmed by Fu Shi, was like chili noodles falling into a frying pan.
It crackled and exploded.
Not only was the Jiangzhou family shocked, but the military region was also like a major earthquake.
Originally the news was blocked by Dai Jin's subordinates, but now everyone knows it.
Although the video only appeared online for half an hour and then disappeared, there were always people who saved it in advance and circulated it privately.
Many people who had had personal contact with him were asking around, but no matter how they asked, they couldn't figure out why he disappeared.
Dai Jin just disappeared from the world, and his personal guards disappeared completely, leaving no trace.
At this time, in a conference room somewhere in the military area, three people in uniform were sitting at the same table, all looking ugly.
"Damn it, Fu Shi must have done it on purpose!"
"What a damn old critic, I knew there must be something up with him and Wang Jun'an being silent the whole time!"
Fatty Bai angrily hammered the table, his chubby fleshy hand hit the solid wood table hard, making a muffled sound.
"Okay, everyone is dead, now we should think about how to take over the underground business."
The hook-nosed man picked up the tea cup on his arm and took a sip. He was the oldest among the three and spoke with the most weight.
But all Fatty Bai's wealth was on Dai Jin, and Dai Jin died too suddenly, and he was now in a state of despair.
"Fuck you!"
"Do you think Fu Shi is going to let us take advantage of him?"
"Why did General Dai take action against Chen Ming? That guy is just a softie, and there is no benefit to us in killing him."
"It's fine now. The man is dead and we haven't gained anything. We still have to pay for most of the military region..."
Fatty Bai kept mumbling alone for a long time. When he raised his head, he saw that neither of the two people on the other side paid him any attention.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm the only one who's anxious now, right?"
Zhao Fengming, the eldest official in the Zhao family, has already gone in, and the rest of the officials, all junior officials, have been pulled down from their seats one after another.
Now, except for him, no one in the Zhao family works in the establishment.
Even Fatty Zhao, who was closest to Zhao Fengming among the younger generation, was forcibly sent abroad to seek refuge.
Looking around, he is isolated and helpless in the Jiangzhou Military Region.
Now that the backer behind him is dead, there is no hope anymore.
The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. He slapped his hands on the table hard, and the bones of his hammer turned red.
"Okay, Zhao Baixiang, no one knows who is going to be laid out in front of us."
The speaker was bald and looked older, but was actually the same age as Zhao Baixiang.
The two went to the same school when they were in high school.
"Don't think about General Dai anymore. The logistics team found nothing."
"The person who does it must be a skilled person, and a master."
"General Dai's personal guards are not easy to get rid of. He can kill them all without leaving any trace. We cannot afford to offend that person."
After saying that, the bald man looked at the hooked nose and said, "What do you say? Let me tell you, don't think about leaving us alone. You were the one who said you would go against General Dai and Wang Jun'an in the first place. If something happens, you have to step forward."
"Oh, I already said, grab the underground business."
The hook-nosed man sneered, "I have been a soldier in Jiangzhou for forty years. It's too early for Wang Jun'an to want to fight with me."
"Dai Jin is young and impulsive and can't bear his temper. If he doesn't listen to me if I ask him to wait a little longer, there's nothing he can do about it even if he dies."
"At least we now know that Chen Ming is not easy to mess with, and the Han family in Beijing still has some ideas."
"While the superiors haven't investigated yet, let's find a way to capture Jiangzhou's underground forces first, and we'll talk about the rest later."
"I've already contacted the person, and we're just waiting to negotiate at the Yinlong Club tomorrow night."
"Those people put their interests first. Wang Jun'an and Fu Shi are both disciplined people. It's impossible to give them much."
He glanced at the other two people and whispered: "If you want to live a good life, you all have to listen to me."
Baldhead and Zhao Baixiang looked at each other and nodded in recognition.
Everyone thought that the person standing behind Chen Ming was Han Dong's power.
No one thought about it himself.
Because when the Han family was brilliant, it could rival the Chen family.
Chen Ming didn't care about the disturbances from the outside world.
He glanced at the message on his phone and put it away very naturally.
"Which restaurant do you want to eat at? I'm going to make a reservation now."
It was already eight o'clock in the evening after inspecting all the counters in the city. Qin Yanyu sent the employees back, and she and Chen Ming returned to the company to work another small shift.
At this moment, the lights were on and the hands had already passed nine o'clock.
"Forget about eating hot pot, let's go to the restaurant to eat on the weekend."
Qin Yanyu lazily leaned back on the swivel chair and coquettishly asked Chen Ming to hug her.
"My cell phone was almost smashed just now. Several young men wanted to invite you to dinner. Gee, a lot of people privately sent me the video of you talking to Political Commissar Fu."
"Our brother Ming is also a celebrity now!"
Qin Yanyu teased Chen Ming.
There are only so many people coming and going in Jiangzhou's aristocratic family circle.
Not many people have Chen Ming's phone number, but almost everyone has Qin Yanyu's contact information.
So all the young men and young ladies came to Qin Yanyu.
The Qin family wanted to develop in Jiangzhou, so of course she wouldn't offend him, so she just talked about it in a few words, saying they would have a chance to have dinner together in the future.
"Ignore those people."
Chen Ming leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and then his dry lips slid against the side of her face to Qin Yanyu's full and red lips.
The subtle sound of water sounded in the dim office, and the two of them lingered for a while before packing up and leaving the company.
Of course Chen Ming asked Ye Hongzhi to take down the video on the Internet.
He only needs to let people know about Dai Jin's death, and does not need to bring the topic to himself.
Therefore, except for sensitive aristocratic families, most people are still paying attention to Dai Jin's death.
"By the way, there were a few people who wanted invitations to the Melink reception, but I declined them all."
Qin Yanyu put on her seat belt and wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, "Why do they have the nerve to ask me for what I want without counting it in their hearts?"
Many of the families that the Qin family interacted with in the past were second-rate small families, with high ambitions and low hands.
"If you find it troublesome, just ignore it, or you can push it to Wanda and Ye Sheng."
Whether it is Weilan or Ye's, they are both leading companies.
Few people dare to enter into a relationship without overestimating their abilities.
After Chen Ming finished speaking, Qin Yanyu smiled.
"How can that be done? It would be bad if Mr. Ye and Mr. Wang knew that it was me who took the blame."
"Qin's body is better not to be involved with the big guys, so as not to say that I am snobbish and like to fawn over."
Qin Yanyu's eyebrows were curved, and she smiled with two rows of big white eyes, which made those who saw her feel sweet in their hearts.
"Won't."
"If you have any problem, throw it at them."
Chen Ming twitched his lips and kissed Qin Yanyu while waiting for the traffic light.
"Ye Sheng and Wanda won't care, and maybe they will be very happy."
