Chapter 794 [The last blow, the downfall of the Yan family! 】 Three
In Yanjing at the end of September, although the temperature continued to drop, the temperature difference was much larger than in summer. At night, the temperature dropped sharply, and the evening breeze carried a slight chill.
Despite this, the young women strolling on the street still did not miss the few opportunities to show their flesh this year. They dressed as sexy as they wanted. Typically, they only need to be sexy but not warm, not to mention those women in entertainment venues.
.[bsp; At nine o'clock in the evening, when people who like nightlife began to rush into the entertainment venues in the streets and alleys of Yanjing, Yan Qinglai took the special car that symbolized power and status and left some places that were intimidating to people within the system.
, I have never had the opportunity to step into the courtyard house in my life, and return home.
Compared to the afternoon, Yan Qinglai seemed to be in a much better mood. His expression was no longer solemn, his frown was relaxed, and even... there was a faint smile on his face.
Yan'an Shan, who was concentrating on driving, was not surprised when he saw this scene - he had been following Yan Qinglai from the afternoon to now, and knew that Yan Qinglai had successfully succeeded in completing the visit through an afternoon visit, relying on the information he provided.
After convincing some old people, they not only changed their attitudes, but also expressed their support for Yan Qing to work for another term.
According to Yan Qinglai's plan, he will compete for the No. 2 position at the October meeting. Now that more than half of the elderly have expressed support for Yan Qinglai, this is equivalent to letting Yan Qinglai sit half-assed in that position.
And once Yan Qinglai succeeds in becoming No. 2, those forces that try to attack the Yan family's echelon will have a harder time than climbing to the sky to bring down the Yan family.
"Anshan, if I continue to stay in the Standing Committee, you should stop being my secretary and stay down there for a few years." When Yan Qinglai's special car drove to the main street, Yan Qinglai rubbed his temples.
, suddenly said.
Hearing Yan Qinglai's words in shock, Yan'anshan was shocked and his face suddenly changed.
"Thank you xx."
After a brief shock, Yan'anshan tried to conceal his inner excitement and joy, but... Yan Qinglai's words shocked him so much that no matter how hard he tried, he could not conceal the trembling in his voice.
Facing Yan'an Mountain's gratitude, Yan Qinglai did not speak, but looked out the window.
At this time, the car just passed by the street on the west side of the Forbidden City. The red wall that was 100 meters long and more than six meters high, set against the backdrop of a row of green trees and red lanterns, exuded a strong sense of heaviness.
That is the most difficult wall to cross in China!
because.
Inside the red wall is the royal garden that represents the symbol of power!
In the car, Yan Qinglai's eyes were fixed on the red wall, his eyes showing deep nostalgia and confidence!
What he misses is not the comfortable office environment inside the red walls, but the power!
He is confident because he feels that in the next ten years, he can still sit and work safely in the office in the Royal Garden. The Yan family's status is unshakable!!
Not only did Yan Qinglai cast his gaze on the red wall, Yan'an Mountain's peripheral vision also stared at the red wall, with deep desire revealed in the depths of his eyes.
The desire for power!
In his opinion, what Yan Qinglai just said was a compliment to him for his diligent work for Yan Qinglai over the years. Once he was parachuted to a certain province for gold plating, as long as the Yan family did not collapse, he would not enter as a secretary.
Within the red wall, it is a matter of time.
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When Yan Qinglai was struggling to convince those old people who had abdicated, but their descendants were still serving as officials in the court and could influence the situation of the Republic, Chen Fan and Susan accompanied Chen Zhan and his wife.
After dinner, we took a walk together on the road in the Yanjing Military Region compound.
Chen Zhan did not guard behind his wife Sun Yaling like a god of war as usual, pushing the wheelchair for Sun Yaling.
He was replaced by Susan.
At night, Sun Yaling was weak because of a strange illness, so she wore a thick coat for fear of catching cold.
Susan pushed the wheelchair and chatted with Sun Yalin with a smile on her face. Their laughter echoed in the quiet military compound from time to time, breaking the tranquility of the night.
Chen Fan and Chen Zhan followed Susan and Sun Yaling side by side, both looking at the two without saying a word.
Walking, walking, Chen Zhan deliberately slowed down, trying to distance himself from Susan and Sun Yaling.
Chen Fan didn't understand his father's intentions, so he deliberately slowed down, waiting for Chen Zhan to speak on his own initiative.
"Are you going to take action against the Yan family?"
Seeing that he was far away from Susan and Sun Yaling, Chen Zhan asked Chen Fan.
Chen Fan knew that although his father was far away from the DPRK and the military, he knew the current situation well, and it was not difficult to judge this.
In response, he nodded slightly.
"Are you sure?" Chen Zhan hesitated and said, "If you're not sure, you can take it slow and don't rush."
Chen Fan smiled lightly and said: "Don't worry, dad, after the October meeting, the Yan family will definitely collapse!"
Feeling the confidence in Chen Fan's tone, Chen Zhan did not continue the topic.
because.
He knows his son.
He knew that since Chen Fan said there was no problem, then there was absolutely no problem!
As for...
How Chen Fan can do this, Chen Zhan doesn't want to know.
"When you come back this time, I feel that there are some changes in you. Has your level improved?" Then, Chen Zhan changed the topic and glanced at Chen Fan.
Hearing what Chen Zhan said, Chen Fan scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well, we have entered the stage of energy transformation."
"What?!"
Chen Zhan, who had always been calm and collected, seemed to be petrified and stayed where he was.
"Transform strength."
Chen Fan repeated it.
"Holy shit!"
After receiving Chen Fan's reply again, Chen Zhan, who had never cursed a word in twenty years, cursed excitedly, and then patted Chen Fan on the shoulder in a state of laughter and tears: "As expected of me, Chen Zhan."
"dad."
Chen Fan looked strange.
"Um?"
"Why didn't I realize you were so thick-skinned before?"
Chen Fan suppressed a smile.
"Ha ha……"
Under the night, Chen Zhan laughed heartily, his smile full of pride.
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When the city of Yanjing enters night, it is daytime in Frankfurt, thousands of miles away.
For many people, Frankfurt is an unfamiliar name; for most people who know Frankfurt, they only know that Frankfurt is an important industrial, commercial, financial and transportation center in Germany, and is the largest airport and railway hub in Germany; for some financial
For the world's giants, Frankfurt is more qualified than Wall Street to serve as the world's real economic ruling center!
Because that is the headquarters of the Rodchilds family, the mysterious family headquarters that has only ruled the global economy for two centuries, but secretly still controls the global economy to this day!
It is precisely for this reason that those financial giants regard Frankfurt as the real economic center, instead of treating Wall Street as the economic center like ordinary business people.
That's just like, in the United States before World War II in the 20th century, ordinary people thought that the Democratic Party belonged to the Morgan family and the Republican Party belonged to the Rockefeller family, but the business giants at that time knew that both Morgan and Rockefeller belonged to Rod Childs.
In the afternoon, the Rodchilds family manor located in the Jewish ghetto of Frankfurt was as quiet as usual. There were countless bodyguards inside and outside the manor. The defense level was the highest, even compared with the White House in the United States and the Royal Garden of China.
Favorably.
Faced with this kind of defense, even for a person with Dixi's strength, it would be a luxury to sneak into the manor.
When a Rolls-Royce appeared on the road to the headquarters of the Rodchilds family, the news was immediately passed to the head of the bodyguard of the Rodchilds family, and then...the head of the bodyguard gave the order
Next, the bodyguard hidden in the dark appeared immediately and stopped the car from moving forward.
"Sir, this is private property, please leave."
A black bodyguard strode up to the Rolls-Royce and spoke in standard English.
"Hey, you bastard who is darker than coal, don't you know this is Germany? Damn it, you have to speak German here!" After hearing the black bodyguard's words, Chekov, who was sitting in the back row, clutching his cigar,
He spat and cursed: "You know what? Bastard!"
Faced with Chekov's insults, the black bodyguard did not fight back, but motioned with an indifferent expression to Chekov to leave as soon as possible.
"Go tell that guy Guti that your uncle Chekov has been ordered by the butcher to deliver a message." Seeing that the black bodyguard was indifferent, Chekov lost interest in scolding and instead took a deep puff of his cigar.
Sprayed the smoke in the black bodyguard's face.
Butcher?!
Hearing these two words in shock, the black man, who is the world's top bodyguard, was stunned.
"Damn it, didn't you hear what Uncle Chekov said? If you think that little bastard Guti is not qualified, go directly to inform that old bastard Lucen!"
Uncle Chekov's patience was always bad. Seeing that the black bodyguard remained silent, he cursed again.
"Dear Mr. Chekov, please wait a moment."
Hearing Chekov's insult again, the black bodyguard not only showed no displeasure, but on the contrary, showed deep awe on his face, and he bowed deeply to Chekov.
"You'd better hurry up. If you delay Uncle Chekov's affairs, ten of your heads won't be enough to chop him off!" Chekov said with an arrogant look, feeling as if the boss of the sky and his second son had defeated the bunker.
One minute later.
The black bodyguard received the instructions from above, bowed ninety degrees and made an invitation gesture, inviting Chekov to enter the Lord Childs family estate.
"Boss, I find that you are more arrogant than before."
After starting the car, the nigger, who was usually reticent, couldn't help but speak.
"Uncle, I have always been arrogant, okay?"
Chekov blew his nose and glared, as if he was unhappy with the bodyguard's nigger's remarks.
"Boss, I'm learning Chinese recently. Do you know how to describe what you do in Chinese?" the nigger asked.
Chekov frowned and blew out a puff of smoke: "What?"
"A dog relies on the power of a human."
The nigger said this idiom in English somewhat poorly.
"Hey! Nigger, you bastard, what's wrong with me just using the name of a butcher to bluff people?" Chekov said with a proud look on his face: "Don't you think this is a very cool thing?
Something?"
The nigger was speechless.
In his opinion, even the Rodchaisle family opened the door to Chekov because of his reputation as a butcher. If anyone in this world does not give the butcher face, he is definitely mentally ill.
Yan'anshan and his master are indeed mentally ill.
And he is already extremely ill...
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ps: It gets harder to write as we get to the end. One chapter basically takes two or three times as long as before. There will be a second update, but it will be later. Brothers and sisters, please read it tomorrow.
