Yu Mingyuan was sitting on the balcony on the second floor, blowing the wind and smoking.
He looked into the distance with a somewhat deep look. It was raining outside, and the rain was sliding down the glass ceiling above his head and falling into the yard below.
The balcony door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and Zhou Tonghui strode in.
"Mingyuan, are you looking for me?"
Zhou Tonghui sat directly on the chair opposite Yu Mingyuan, and then patted the water droplets on his coat: "This rain will fall when you say it will."
"Xiao Yu contacted me." Yu Mingyuan looked away, picked up the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhou Tonghui: "It's been confirmed, that Zhao Yan is from the Central Bureau."
Zhou Tonghui reached out and took the cigarette: "This Huo Dongsheng met secretly with people from the Central Bureau. Do you have any ideas?"
Yu Mingyuan frowned: "There must be ideas... But to what extent, only they themselves know... I think there will be a lot of room for maneuver here."
"How do you say it?" Zhou Tonghui lit his cigarette and looked at Yu Mingyuan and asked.
Yu Mingyuan did not answer immediately. He stood up slowly, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and paced back and forth on the balcony. While thinking deeply, he said: "Look, when he met Zhao Yan, why did he only bring his own direct descendants? And Zhao Yan
Yan is dead, and the police didn't release his information? Huo Dongsheng must have tried to cover it up. He didn't want others to know about this meeting. So who was he trying to hide?"
"Wang family faction?" Zhou Tonghui asked with a frown.
"That's right!" Yu Mingyuan nodded, turned around, and said to Zhou Tonghui: "Huo Dongsheng's actions actually conveyed a lot of information to us. He led his direct descendants, hid the news of Zhao Yan's death, and deliberately suppressed the matter.
, these instinctive reactions all have a clear sense of factionalism. I feel that the invisible and intangible invisible wall within the Chinese Trade Union has begun to show its signs."
Zhou Tonghui put out his cigarette butt: "It makes sense."
Yu Mingyuan lowered his head and thought for a while.
About five or six minutes later, he raised his head and told Zhou Tonghui: "Let's do this. You can find a way to let Zhiyang meet the people over there in the prison."
"Hmm..." Zhou Tonghui thought for a while, and then asked: "But... wouldn't it be better to let the General Bureau arrange this matter? After all, their channels in this area are much stronger than ours."
"No!" Yu Mingyuan waved his hand: "Don't let Xiao Yu do this... If you let him know... he will definitely not agree."
Zhou Tonghui looked at Yu Mingyuan. The two were silent for a while, and then Zhou Tonghui nodded: "Okay, I'll do it then."
Zhou Tonghui was about to get up and walk out, but Yu Mingyuan suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Hey, wait a minute, Tonghui."
Yu Mingyuan gave another instruction: "Let Zhiyang find a way on his own... No, forget it, let him use his former connections in the Tsing Yi Bureau to meet people in the prison. He must not use our connections, and try not to use the society.
Relationship, do you understand?"
"I understand what you mean." Zhou Tonghui nodded: "I'll go find him."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Zhou Tonghui left, and Yu Mingyuan stood up again and walked slowly to the edge of the balcony, with only a flash of hesitation in his heart.
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Shengbao City, a high-end private hospital.
In the double room ward, Huang Peishan and Dong Ke, who were wearing hospital gowns, sat at a small table next to the hospital bed. On the table were a small bottle of white wine and four plates of seafood. Huang Peishan lowered his head and was chewing.
Salt and pepper shrimps. Dong Ke sat opposite him, gently covering his swollen cheeks with a worried look on his face.
On another hospital bed behind the two of them, Liu Tao was lying on it in a daze. His entire crotch was wrapped in thick bandages. He couldn't even put on his pants, so he could only cover his hairy legs with a small quilt. He was wearing a blanket.
Hanging the bottle, he was groaning, and he was obviously still feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Old Huang... tell me, should I... go to the temple to worship...?"
Dong Ke said vaguely. He took a towel and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. Half of the teeth in his mouth were gone, and Dong's lips and gums were swollen as if they were stuffed with sausages.
Lao Huang ate the shrimp and said, "Do you still believe this?"
"I just...want to go and get bad luck..." Dong Ke's old face looked a bit naive: "I've been...somewhat...a bit unlucky recently."
"Okay." Huang Peishan spat out the shrimp skin on the ground: "In a few days, I will introduce you to a master who charges 50,000 yuan a time."
"I heard that that person is... from the Tsing Yi Bureau..." Dong Ke wiped his saliva again: "Is this matter... confirmed?"
"What the hell? Please make it clear." Dong Ke was struggling to speak, and Huang Peishan was also struggling to listen.
"I...said...he is from the Tsing Yi Bureau...are you sure?" Dong Ke could only lengthen the sound of each word and try to speak clearly.
"It's confirmed." Huang Peishan heard clearly now and nodded: "But this person was fired a year ago, but I don't know why he was fired. I think this information is available in the Qingyi Bureau.
Confidential files, my people cannot access them..."
Huang Peishan put down the Pipi shrimp in his hand, couldn't help but frown, and said softly: "Old Dong, you asked me to investigate this matter... Where can I go to investigate? I'm more angry than anyone else right now, so I just
I can come here and complain to you two."
Dong Ke covered his cheek and nodded without saying a word. Liu Tao, who was lying next to him, also hummed twice, as if he was echoing Huang Peishan.
Huang Peishan sighed and picked up another Pipi shrimp: "I can't find this person now, but if I really find him, I can understand why the Tsing Yi Bureau wants to kill us..."
There was a trace of confusion in Huang Peishan's eyes: "But I don't understand, why do the people from the Tsing Yi Bureau want to kill us? Logically speaking, we don't have a clear attitude now. They should be taking the route of wooing us?"
"Things are a bit strange." Dong Ke said in a long voice: "Anyway... you should investigate as soon as possible. I will also find someone to help you investigate. I also have some hidden clues in District 1."
"Okay, let us, the troika of the Chinese Trade Union, work together to find out this matter quickly." Huang Peishan picked up the wine glass and invited him casually: "On the hour?! It's so hot!"
Dong Ke was sweating and yelled with a pale face: "I can't fix it, it's already very hot!"
"Come on, give me some time." Old Liu opened his eyes next to him: "I'm really hungry."
"It's very spicy, can you handle it down there?" Huang Peishan asked with concern.
"I'm riding a horse and I don't eat anything...what can't I bear?" Old Liu sat up on the bed and said, "Move the table over."
"Here, eat some caviar to replenish your body!" Huang Peishan moved the table.
"??!"
Lao Liu lay on the bed with his legs spread apart, looked at Lao Huang sideways and replied: "Is this the same thing? Just making up for it, don't try to get me pregnant!"