Nine years later, the legendary tycoon Ye Haodong led Yang Junhu, the god of war, and Baoli, the god of murder, just entered Beijing and overthrew Gao Yifan. On a bloody night in the capital, Yang Guoqiang was brutally killed, and he was unparalleled in his majesty. Little did he know that today, if there were no three thieves of Li Huqiu and the Crane Ming Picture,
, brought down Yang Mucheng, implicated the power of the Yang family and caused Mr. Yang to suffer a stroke. The Yang family will never fall so easily. Gao Yifan, who secretly joined forces with Mr. Yang, may have already been promoted to the throne.
The secret in the Heming picture was quickly cracked, and the copied content was indeed an account book, including transaction records, transaction time, location, buyers and sellers, and third parties who gave the green light, etc. The information was detailed and accurate. The national treasures involved were
The cultural relics are shocking.
Li Huqiu asked Duan Muye what he planned to do? Duan Muye said to hand it directly to Deputy Luo together with the pictures. Li Huqiu shook his head and said: "So you have been around for so many years, you have made countless contributions and solved crimes like a god, but you are still an investigator.
When the case reaches this level, the evidence is no longer the key. In the end, this kind of thing is still compared to the size of the butt. Who do you think has the bigger butt, Mr. Yang or Deputy Luo?"
Li Huqiu, the king of thieves who was trained by the gangsters, has long been accustomed to the messy struggles between gangs, gang leaders and deputy gang leaders. The struggle between people, the struggle between right and wrong.
Whether it is true or not has never been the key to determining the outcome. He raised this theory to a political level, but it has a real and intuitive intuition. Duan Muye is not a stubborn person. In the past, he was just unwilling to participate in political games. If Li Huqiu's words are wrong,
Vice Minister Qin had already overthrown Yang Mucheng at that time, why would he need the Three Thieves Heming Picture? "What do you think we should do?"
Li Huqiu said: "Hide the picture first. I will hand over the information to a suitable person. At the same time, don't be idle. You must show Deputy Luo what you should see." Duan Muye nodded.
He said: "Deputy Secretary Luo went to Liao Province for investigation a few days ago. When he comes back from Steel City tomorrow, I will hand it over to him directly. Who do you plan to hand it over to?" Li Huqiu said with a smile: "Of course you will find a follower.
For a person as big as Mr. Yang, I have to ensure that this big shot will not kill me because of political compromise." Duan Muye thought for a while and thought of a person. He thought to himself: There is no one else but this person. But he didn't understand Li Hu.
How could Qiu be sure to convince that person? As Li Huqiu said, there are never pure enemies and partners among politicians. When interests are exchanged, the little people below may become victims at any time. It is difficult to say that the big man will not
If Mr. Yang compromises on the conditions he puts forward, then it will be the two of them who are insignificant. Duan Muye, who has been a victim once, can't help but worry about this.
Li Huqiu said: "Master Jin once told me that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. The times are moving forward, and their generation will soon become a thing of the past. The same applies to Mr. Yang and others. This matter has a wide range of implications.
, if it is to pave the way for his own family, the big shot may be tougher. The people named Gao and Huang are implicated, plus Yang Mucheng, three Mesozoic officials, are they not enough to attract him to help us? "
Li Huqiu did not tell Duan Muye the most critical reason for persuading that person. Because he didn't like his other identity, and he would never use this identity to do anything unless it was absolutely necessary.
Jiang Jingbo actually had the ability to chase him to the capital, and continued to work as a secretary for Li Yuanchao, but this time she was not the life secretary, but the director of the full-time secret office of Deputy Director Li of the State-owned Enterprise Reform Commission. Li Huqiu wanted to see Li Yuanchao unless
It would be extremely difficult to show up in public otherwise. Meeting Jiang Jingbo was much easier, as her level was not yet guard level. When Li Huqiu passed by her on the way to work, he put something on her and called her
I called Aunt Jiang and asked for help to pass it on to Li Yuanchao. I hurried away.
In the office, Li Yuanchao frowned at this very detailed information. After reading for a long time, he raised his head and asked Jiang Jingbo, are you sure it is him? The latter nodded affirmatively. Li Yuanchao stood up, rubbed his hands, flexed his arms, and said:
"Contact Mr. Li's secretary and see what time he is free. I'll go over there." Jiang Jingbo replied, turned around and went out. Li Yuanchao said to himself: "He is trying to poke a hole in the sky, but it doesn't work."
It just suits the old man's wishes." He sighed again and continued: "It seems that he has not planned to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan. Alas! What should I say when the old man asks about his grandson?"
Li Housheng looked at the photo of Li Yuanchao and Li Huqiu on the table, his eyes firmly fixed on Li Huqiu. His thoughts were messy and erratic. He recalled the situation when he learned that Li Yuanchao was injured, and the pain at that time seemed to be still before him. He
I have raised 5 children in my life, and only one boy is Li Yuanchao. I thought that he was seriously injured that time and the Li family would be wiped out. I never thought that this boy would actually owe a romantic debt in the countryside. This grandson is extraordinary, ordinary
The child knew that he was born in such a family, and he had to jump up and down and hurriedly acknowledge his ancestors. This kid's attitude was so tough. He is really an interesting grandson. He is the descendant of his mother Li Housheng! The old man thought about it and said to himself
He said this aloud to himself. Li Yuanchao happened to open the door and come in at this moment. Hearing this sentence, he couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart.
"Dad!" Li Yuanchao greeted. Li Housheng raised his head to look at him, put on his spectacles slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Working hours are called duties!" Li Yuanchao said: "I'll call you old man." Li Housheng frowned and said: "If you have any shit, just do it.
Put it!" Li Yuanchao put the information sent by Li Huqiu on the table and said, "Look at this, this kid sent it." He pointed to Li Huqiu's photo.
"What? Did he send it?" Li Housheng picked up the information and looked at it carefully. After a while, he turned his hand and slapped the information on the table with a bang! He said angrily: "Shameless! You betrayed your ancestors, such a scum, the facts are all there.
How can we not do it if the evidence is sufficient! Let Comrade Jiang Zhongfeng come over." Li Yuanchao tried: "Should you vent your anger with Mr. Yang first?" Li Housheng waved his hands and said, "What are you venting? Are you talking about exchanging benefits again? How old are you?
You are so confused! You are not as sensible as your son." Li Yuanchao was happy and thought to himself, the old man is getting older day by day, and he pays more and more attention to his children and grandchildren. When he learned that he had a grandson a few days ago, he was very happy.
That's disgusting. Regarding this matter, the old man's attitude was so resolute and decisive. Regardless of the matter itself and political stance, this grandson accounted for at least half of the reason.
Li Housheng rolled his eyes and glanced at his son, "Why haven't you made arrangements?" Then he suddenly said: "Oh, by the way, it's not convenient for you to come forward in this matter, so you might as well avoid it. You go and let Xiao Yu, the clerk, handle it.
Come on."
One week later.
Yang Mucheng came to Liulichang with a heavy face and stood in front of the door of Duobao Building. Wang Mao saw it from a distance and was secretly frightened, so he hurriedly asked Liang Guobao to call Li Huqiu.
In the backyard of Duobao Building, Yang Mufeng and Li Huqiu sat opposite each other under the tree. "Why does it have to be like this? Why? Isn't it nice to live in peace and harmony?"
Li Huqiu looked unmoved, looked at Yang Mucheng quietly, and asked: "What do you think? This is exactly what I want to ask you, why do you have to do it like this? Isn't it nice to live in peace and harmony? You have been my teacher for decades.
Brother, why do you have to put him to death?"
Under the shade of the tree, Yang Mucheng's face was gloomy, and he said excitedly: "Li Huqiu, have you ever had a secret that was known to others? Have you ever been hanging on by a thread for decades? You could be pulled down from the peak at any time? Jinchuan always felt that
I have sinned so much and pretended to be a fucking saint, how can I leave my life and future in the hands of such a person?"
Li Huqiu said angrily: "Well said! Such a heroic character. I believe evil never prevails over good, so you can't escape justice."
Yang Mufeng suddenly burst into laughter, "Li Huqiu, you are still too naive. This world is no different from us stealing doors. The biggest difference between you and me is not justice and evil, but that you are Li Housheng's grandson, but I
He is just Yang Furong's nephew, so I have become a bereaved dog, but you are safe and sound. It is useless to talk about it at this point. I am telling you the news about Jinchuan today. He is dead. He asked me to tell you something before he died."
"What did he say?" Even though Li Huqiu had guessed the outcome, his heart still trembled, and he suppressed the grief and anger in his heart and asked.
Yang Mufeng observed Li Huqiu's expression, shook his head and said: "Just a trivial matter can make you confused, sad and angry. It's really hard to imagine how Lan Qingfeng died in your hands?" Li Huqiu said solemnly: "You don't want to know.
"." Yang Mufeng stood up and looked at the small courtyard, and said: "If possible, I would really hate to leave here. It's all you who forced me!" The voice suddenly became fierce: Li Huqiu, I want to know Jinchuan's last words tonight.
After midnight, the Qiyun Temple in the suburbs of Beijing is still there!"