Chapter 593 [The initiative of the beautiful snake]
Chapter 593 [Beautiful Snake’s Initiative]
At nine o'clock, a touching scene of courtship was staged at Fudan University, but the Shifeng Tea Garden, which has a very high threshold, seemed unusually deserted. The entire tea garden was dark, with only the light at the door.
But the so-called desertedness is a relative term.
Compared with previous times, the Shifeng Tea Garden tonight was not deserted.
Because... tonight, Mr. Mo, who was once the First Secretary of the Republic, did not lie on a wooden wicker chair and hum an opera as usual, holding a priceless teapot.
Someone will accompany him tonight.
It's Chen Fan.
After finishing the conversation with Cao Jinghui, Cao Yi and his son, Chen Fan did not leave Shifeng Tea Garden directly as usual, but sat with Mr. Mo at the door of Shifeng Tea Garden and chatted.
"Okay, boy, let's stop talking tonight, don't delay your business." Looking up at the night, Mr. Mo said with a smile.
Chen Fan shook his head: "There is nothing to deal with at the moment. I can still chat with you for a while."
"Forget it, I'm very happy that you were able to chat with the old man for so long today." Mr. Mo smiled, shook his head, sighed, and said: "I know you are a busy man, and it would be a lie to say that you have nothing to do.
That's it. If you are interested, come back when you are free. I welcome you at any time, old man."
"Okay, Xiaofan will come back another day to listen to Mr. Mo's teachings." Chen Fan stood up and bowed deeply to Mr. Mo, who had previously taught him the virtues of life without reservation.
Mr. Mo waved his hand: "This is chatting and nonsense, not listening to teachings. Okay, you can go."
"Mr. Mo, please rest early, Xiaofan takes his leave." Chen Fan nodded, then turned and left under Mr. Mo's gaze.
Watching Chen Fan get into the Bentley car and leave, the smile on Mr. Mo's face gradually faded. Then after the Bentley completely disappeared from sight, he closed the tea garden door, bent over and hunched his back, and slowly disappeared into the dark tea garden.
middle.
For a time, the entire tea garden fell into a deathly silence, filled with an aura of loneliness and loneliness.
In the Bentley car that was driving away, Chen Fan lit a cigarette and puffed lightly while thinking about his previous conversation with Mr. Mo, feeling sad in his heart.
In the eyes of many people in the officialdom, Mr. Mo, who was once the secretary of the Wei family and the first secretary of the Republic, was extremely powerful and famous.
But--
Who would have thought that the old man who had been an upright official all his life would be so miserable in his later years?
Is it desolate?
Yes!
Even though the teapot in the old man's hand is more expensive than a villa in Ziyuan, even though the Shifeng Tea Garden that Mr. Wei gave to the old man is the most difficult place to enter in the southern half of the country, and even though the old man was extremely powerful before he retired,... the old man
His old age can still be described as desolate.
because.
Mr. Mo has no relatives.
Not one!
He is an authentic red child. His parents were brutally poisoned during that catastrophe. Although their stain was eliminated later, he left the world forever.
In order to make up for him, the superiors took great care of him and allowed him to become the First Secretary of the Republic step by step.
Before becoming the First Secretary of the Republic, he had a wife and children.
His wife was not a famous aristocrat, but a woman with an ordinary family background, appearance, and other aspects. The two had a boy in the second year of their marriage, and the woman was willing to support her husband and raise the child at home.
Because Mr. Mo was busy with work at that time, he rarely cared about his family, and basically had no discipline for his son. As a result, his son, who was doted on by his wife, used his status to do evil and was eventually sent to prison.
That year was the year of the most severe crackdown since the founding of the Republic.
That year, a certain boss from the Ministry of Public Security personally called Mr. Mo.
On the phone, the boss of the Ministry of Public Security told the story of what Mr. Mo’s son had done, and suggested in a subtle way that as long as Mr. Mo was willing to open his mouth and plead with the organization, his son could be saved.
life.
Mr. Mo refused.
Shooting.
This is what happened to his son.
divorce.
His wife was dissatisfied with his indifference and selflessness, filed for divorce, and then committed suicide by drowning in the river.
Wife and children separated.
This is his fate.
But he did not marry another wife until now.
Recalling Mr. Mo's story, Chen Fan couldn't help but shake his head secretly, feeling regretful and helpless at the same time.
He knew very well that in today's era, there were very few people like Mr. Mo, and it could even be said that they were extinct.
Unconsciously, a cigarette burned to the end. Chen Fan put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray in the car. Then he thought about it and said: "Put me down at the intersection in front. You go back first."
When they were in Hong Kong, Long Nu chose to follow Chen Fan. Chen Fan called Huangfu Hongzhu and asked Huangfu Hongzhu to buy Long Nu an apartment in the community where he and Susan lived. Now he has given the key
Gave it to Dragon Girl.
Hearing Chen Fan's words, Long Nu didn't say anything, but frowned, seeming a little unhappy and a little worried.
Sensing the worry in Long Nu's eyes, Chen Fan smiled and said: "Don't worry, there is no one in this world who can assassinate me yet!"
Chen Fan's somewhat confident and somewhat arrogant words sounded in her ears, and Long Nu's heart felt like a mirror.
As Chen Fan said, the number one on the killer list, the eleventh on the god list, and the shadow of Gene No. 1 that was successfully injected were unable to successfully carry out the assassination under the premise that Chen Fan relaxed his vigilance the most. Others wanted to kill Chen Fan when he was vigilant.
, the assassination of Chen Fan is basically a fantasy.
After thinking about this, Long Nu did not insist anymore, but stopped the car at the intersection as Chen Fan said.
After getting out of the car and watching Long Nu drive away, Chen Fan stopped a taxi.
The taxi driver clearly saw Chen Fan getting out of the Bentley. At this moment, Chen Fan got into the car with a more exciting expression. On the contrary, after Chen Fan said that he was going to Tan Palace, the taxi
The driver didn't show any surprise.
I don't know whether it was out of awe of the Bentley or for other reasons. Along the way, the taxi drove honestly, not daring to talk or even smoke as usual.
Forty minutes later, the taxi drove into the wealthy area of Tan Gong and finally stopped in front of a European-style villa.
"Are you tired?" After paying the taxi fare, Chen Fan took out the unfinished box of special red pandas that Mo Lao had thrown to him at Shifeng Tea Garden before, and threw them to the taxi driver with a smile.
The taxi driver was stunned and asked subconsciously: "You...are you Chen Fan?"
There was no answer, Chen Fan smiled, turned and left.
The taxi driver gradually recovered from the shock, glanced at the red panda in his arms, smiled silly, turned around and left.
"Mr. Chen."
As soon as the taxi driver left, the secret gang members hidden around the villa appeared and said hello to Chen Fan.
"Is Hongzhu here?" Chen Fan asked with a smile.
"Miss Huangfu is in the villa." The leading secret hall member replied respectfully.
Chen Fan nodded, stopped talking nonsense, and walked directly into the villa Huangfu Hongzhu bought for him in Tan Palace.
at the same time.
In the taxi driving away, the taxi driver recovered from his giggles, took out his mobile phone, dialed the number of a best friend, and said with excitement and pride: "Damn, guess who I got today."
Already?"
"Who?"
"Chen Fan."
"who??"
"The legendary Chen Fan conquered the beautiful snake and brought down the Qing Gang."
"Damn, brother, do you have a fever?"
"I x, don't believe it, he even threw me a box of red pandas, and it's a special gift!"
"Brother, you do have a fever, and it's not serious. Don't worry about it. Go back and wash up and sleep."
"Really...really!"
"Beep...beep..."
"Damn it, no one believes you if you tell the truth these days."
Listening to the beeping sound coming from the receiver, the young driver cursed angrily, then hung up the phone and looked back at the villa that was gradually going away. The excitement and envy in his eyes had not faded away.
In the courtyard of the villa, everything is quiet. The flowers are blooming in the moonlight, blooming with charming colors and pleasant fragrance. The branches are rustling in the evening wind.
When Chen Fan came to the lobby on the first floor of the villa, Huangfu Hongzhu was not there.
Looking up at the brightly lit study, Chen Fan silently went upstairs and walked softly to the door of the study.
The study door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap.
Through the small gap, Chen Fan could see that Huangfu Hongzhu, wearing a silver-white silk pajamas, was sitting at the desk, holding a pen in his hand and constantly drawing something, with a serious and serious expression.
Seeing this scene, Chen Fan thought for a moment and gently opened the study door.
Crunch!
With a soft sound, the study door was pushed open by Chen Fan. In front of the desk, Huangfu Hongzhu instinctively stopped what he was doing and looked up. His eyes were like knives, and his whole body exuded cold murderous intent, like a frightened animal.
The poisonous snake can give the enemy a fatal counterattack at any time.
Seeing the familiar figure appearing at the door, Huangfu Hongzhu's fierce aura suddenly dissipated, and the murderous intent in his eyes disappeared, replaced by surprise.
That surprise seemed to tell Chen Fan that she never thought that Chen Fan would appear!
Then... the surprise faded away, and what emerged again was joy from the heart.
"Why are you here?" Subconsciously, Huangfu Hongzhu put down the carbon pen in his hand, stood up, and asked with joy on his face.
"Aren't you welcome?" Chen Fan smiled and walked towards Huangfu Hongzhu.
Perhaps he didn't expect Chen Fan to make a joke. Huangfu Hongzhu was startled, a blush flashed across his cold face, feeling a little embarrassed and panicked, and said: "Of course not."
"Are you drawing a map?" Chen Fan walked to the desk, looked down and saw the map drawn by Huangfu Hongzhu on the white paper, and asked with some confusion.
Huangfu Hongzhu nodded and said: "The Qing Gang has existed in name only. According to your arrangement, we are going to take over the Qing Gang. I am doing some preparation work - listing some important cities and accepting them in order."
"In the afternoon, I met Cao Jinghui at Shifeng Tea Garden." Chen Fan said: "Cao Jinghui was afraid that I would kill him, so he offered to cooperate with us in taking over the Qing Gang's territory. When he comes back, he will come to you in person. You can contact him then.
Lin Donglai, discuss the reception plan."
"good."
Huangfu Hongzhu nodded.
"In addition, because of the situation in Hong Kong, the situation is relatively serious now, and riots are prevented from happening above, so actions must be fast, accurate, and ruthless." Chen Fan added: "If you encounter a hard nut that you can't chew, keep it first.
, wait until the wind blows over and then nibble slowly.”
"At this time, no one should be willing to live and die." Huangfu Hongzhu smiled, then hugged Chen Fan's thick waist, put his head on Chen Fan's chest, and looked at Chen Fan's injured arm, his eyes filled with laughter.
His eyes showed distress: "Is your arm okay?"
"A little injury, it doesn't matter." Chen Fan smiled and shook his head.
Huangfu Hongzhu, who had originally learned about Chen Fan's injury from Yang Yuan, was completely relieved when he heard what Chen Fan said.
Then... she twisted her body slightly, and while her towering breasts squeezed Chen Fan's chest, she looked at Chen Fan with a bit of shyness, a bit of temptation, and a bit of charm.
Under the light, she looked like a beautiful snake in spring.
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***: The first update is here, the second update is at 12 o'clock.
