The next day, Zhang Tianhao slept until three o'clock in the morning before he officially got up, washed his face, and walked out of the room.
When he reached the first floor, he saw Changzhi waiting for his arrival in the tree below.
"President, you're here. I'll have someone prepare breakfast for you. Do you think that's okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Shushang, how about we eat some together?" Zhang Tianhao smiled faintly, and his whole temperament also changed to a certain extent, but it was no different from yesterday.
"Thank you, President, I've already eaten!"
Zhang Tianhao and Shushang Changye quickly left the Dahua Hotel and headed towards the Sanyuan branch to inspect factories and even various businesses in Nanjing.
Half a day passed quickly, and Zhang Tianhao also saw almost all the various businesses of the Sanyuan Branch. Relatively speaking, the business scope of the Sanyuan Branch was quite wide.
As long as you can make money, you can do anything, except for drugs and smoking, which is basically included.
"Jun Shushang, just send someone to look around with me this afternoon. I heard that the things here in Nanjing are quite good, especially antiques and the like. I'm going to buy a few pieces and go back to play with them."
"The president likes antiques, and I still have a lot of them. As long as the president likes them, I will give them all to him!"
When Shushangzhi heard this, a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Shu Shangjun, a gentleman has the beauty of an adult. Besides, how could I steal love with a knife? I like the process of buying, not the antique itself. As for the antique itself, the value will be something later."
Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but laugh a few times before revealing his purpose.
"So that's the case. No wonder the president can build such a big club. His subordinates admire him."
Changye on the tree couldn't hear what Zhang Tianhao meant, so he naturally didn't say any more. He looked at the two bodyguards beside him and said calmly: "President, let them go over to protect you and drive you."
,how?"
"Very good, then go ahead!"
…
After looking at several antique stores, Zhang Tianhao looked at the antique store in front of him again. This was the antique store he wanted to come to, and this was also the antique store he should come to according to Luo Cheng's guidance.
But when he saw this antique shop, he felt a little stupid, because at this time, the antique shop was in ruins, and only some broken walls were left after being burned by a fire.
Zhang Tianhao looked at it with his mouth wide open, but as if he had countless MMPs in his heart, he had the urge to curse or even kill people.
The antique shop no longer exists, and you still ask him to come here to connect. What is going on? Isn't this not giving him face?
Looking at the facade that had been extinguished long ago, even the signboard of Ruifeng Antique Store had been burnt away. Only a few beams seemed to have not been completely burned, leaving a patch of black ashes.
He slowly walked out of the car, then looked at the burned down Ruifeng antique store in front of him, and twitched the corner of his mouth a few times.
"Go and ask, what's going on with the antique shops here?"
He glanced at the merchants on both sides. Ruifeng's accident did not affect the other shops on both sides. After all, this was an independent small building, and both sides were safe and sound.
A bodyguard immediately ran over and asked people on both sides about the antique store.
"Excuse me, what happened to this Ruifeng antique store?" A bodyguard ran to the grocery store on the left, looked at the boss who was standing behind the counter, and said politely.
"You said it was Lao Ji's family next door. His family was very unlucky. The day before yesterday, two groups of people fought. As a result, his store was burned down, and several bodies were taken out of it.
, so pitiful.”
"War, how can Lao Ji's family fight? Isn't he a businessman?" The bodyguard also asked with some confusion.
"It's true that Lao Ji is a businessman, but he was unlucky. After three customers entered, it turned out that there were spies chasing him. Those people hid in the antique shop without escaping."
"While the two sides were fighting, several bodies fell down at the door. It was terrible, terrible."
"Then Lao Ji will be wanted to die, right? I heard that his family has a treasure trove of shops, won't it be destroyed too?"
"The treasure of the store, are you talking about the Eight Tigers Picture?" The boss also sighed and said helplessly, "It was burned out a long time ago. It was a painting, but I was reluctant to take it out, and it was all in flames.
It was burned, and there are still a lot of broken porcelain pieces on the ground."
"It's so unfortunate for Lao Ji that he can encounter such a situation when opening a store. It's really..."
"Yes, Lao Ji is having a hard time. He can make a good living with his business now. But in the end, even the store and antiques were destroyed. How will he live in the future?"
When the bodyguard heard this, he was also stunned and immediately asked.
"Is Lao Ji still at home now?"
"He left a long time ago. This is a sad place. He stayed here as long as he could stay there. He sold his family's house and other things to pay off other people's debts. Now he may have returned to his hometown!"
"Hometown, do you know where his hometown is?"
The boss couldn't help but be stunned. He looked the bodyguard up and down with a puzzled look on his face, but he immediately smiled politely.
"Sir, I really don't know about this. After all, we don't know anything about Lao Ji's family either."
"Thank you very much. This is one yuan. The boss doesn't want anyone to know that we have been here, and you have never seen us. Please take care of us!"
After saying that, the bodyguard immediately bowed, which is a common etiquette among Japanese people. Although it was just a small bow, it still surprised the boss.
"I have never seen you, please come back!"
The boss had seen many Japanese and even Japanese soldiers, so he naturally knew what this attitude was.
The bodyguard immediately ran back and reported to Zhang Tianhao.
Zhang Tianhao just waved his hand and shook his head, telling the old bodyguard to shut up immediately and stop reporting.
Zhang Tianhao did not speak, but quietly looked at the burned Ruifeng antique store, feeling his eyelids twitching a little.
As for the conversation between the two bodyguards, he had already heard it, but he didn't ask anything. Knowing that, asking anymore would be a waste of time, and he really didn't have much interest.
"Go back. I have bought two good antiques today, which can be regarded as a gain. As for not finding the Eight Tigers picture, it can only be regarded as bad luck!"
Zhang Tianhao smiled, then got into the car and headed towards the Dahua Hotel.
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In the basement of the Secret Service, Hou Zishan looked at Luo Cheng in front of him, who had been beaten to a pulp and fainted again.
He also looked helpless. After all, Luo Cheng's mouth was too difficult to open, and he hadn't uttered a single word until now. It had been most of the day. He had already confessed to that kind of torture.
"Director, it's bad, all the brothers who were monitoring the Xinxin Newspaper office were dead last night. We just got a call from the police station and the bodies have been taken to the police station."
"They're all dead. That's a team of eleven people. They're all dead!"
Director Liu also had a look of shock on his face, almost unable to believe that this was true, and stared at him with his eyes fixed on him.
"They're all dead. Come on, come with me and have a look!"
Director Liu's whole body was like a volcano erupting, and his eyes showed a violent and fierce light.