He hurriedly jumped up and dialed the detective company, "Hey, you guys immediately find out what Lan Cun'er does for a living and look for this clue. Idiot!"
The other party obviously felt insulted, and said in a cool tone: "Sir, there is no such clue in the clues you provided. You have been directing us to look here and there. I think you can open a professional detective company.
Yes. I’ll call you tomorrow night!”
"Hey! Hey!..." After shouting several times, Yu Guanqun shook his phone and couldn't believe that the other party had dealt with his call so casually.
What kind of crappy company can we expect news from tomorrow night?
He was extremely angry and angry like a bullfight, but the other party directly pressed the button to show off. He didn't even think about how hurtful his bad temper and insulting tone were.
"Damn it, if there's no news tomorrow night, I'll make you go bankrupt and go to jail!"
Yu Guanqun roared several times irritably but still couldn't get over his anger. In the turmoil, he slammed the door and left. If he stayed in the office for a while longer, he would probably tear the office apart!
Damn it, you go against him like a stupid woman in everything!
Wen Zeyu smoothed his sleeves and walked out of the prison.
It has been two months. He has been locked up here for two months. If Wen Jiaqiang hadn't secretly taken care of him, he would have been beaten to death by the brutal prisoners inside.
Yu Guanqun, Lan Cun'er, our hatred has deepened again.
"Zeyu, Zeyu,..." Wen Jiaqiang hurriedly got out of the car and ran towards his son.
"Are you okay? It'll be fine when you get out. With dad here, no one will dare to bully you."
Wen Jiaqiang almost choked up in tears when he looked at his son who had become thinner and haggard. Finally, he began to have new expectations in life. The father and son suffered this misfortune again. Alas, there was also the 10% equity he gave away.
His son and the company both cost him his life.
Although he started his business with the support of his wife's family, he worked hard to build the company, and now he just gives away so much to others. Fortunately, his son is born, and he will be able to rely on him in the future.
If you lose, there is no gain, that’s all.
"Hmph!" Wen Zeyu still looked down upon Wen Jiaqiang, "What's going on outside? I mean, what happened to the photos I asked you to send last time?"
Wen Jiaqiang asked cautiously: "Have they done anything too extreme before?"
"I said photos."
Wen Zeyu dismissed Wen Jiaqiang's concern. After this incident, he felt that Wen Jiaqiang was no longer a good person. He abandoned their mother and son for money, which made him feel that his kindness was hypocritical.
"That Lan Cun'er seemed to have committed suicide or was ill, and later escaped from the hospital. Now Yu Guanqun is mobilizing people to look for him, but after two months, he still hasn't been found. I don't know if he is dead or alive."
An invisible smile appeared on Wen Jiaqiang's face. Lan Cun'er met a tragic end in the end. His son deserved to be so miserable.
Die? Wen Zeyu's heart ached inexplicably, but as stubborn as he was, he immediately became indifferent, "It's better to die. She won't die that easily. If she wants to die, I will kill her sooner. Go and check her right away."
Whereabouts, I want it tonight."
"Zeyu, what are you doing to find out her whereabouts? It would be best if she disappears." Wen Jiaqiang persuaded him kindly.
"Check!" Wen Zeyu ordered Wen Jiaqiang coldly, "Go to various magazines and check the author of the pen name Lan Baihe. You will definitely find it. If you find her IP address, you will know where she is."
If he guessed correctly, this is the fastest way to find her.
Wen Zeyu sneered, grinded his teeth, and thought to himself, when I get out today, I have to meet the beast in clothes, thank him for his "mercy", huh.
Yu Guanqun was driving in traffic when the phone rang. He cursed and shouted, "Who?"
"Humph, Wen Zeyu, have you forgotten? It's been two months, are you living a stable life? How is Lan Cun'er?..."
Wen Zeyu wanted to continue talking, but Yu Guanqun cut him off rudely: "You are a scumbag and a coward, did you hide her?"
Yu Guanqun's heartbeat accelerated and he almost couldn't control the steering wheel. He hurriedly stopped the car and pulled over. Wen Zeyu mentioned the little weakling. Could it be that he or Wen Jiaqiang had kidnapped her? His heart was cold and trembling, and for the first time some fear crept up on him.
mind.
He was able to laugh off any storms and obstacles with ease, but fear chilled every tiny capillary in his heart.
He secretly prayed that Lan Cun'er wouldn't fall into Wen Zeyu's hands. He dared to kill anyone. If he captured and hid her,...he couldn't imagine it.
Wen Zeyu just smiled coldly, and then laughed strangely, which could make Yu Guanqun fearful. He had already tasted the pleasure of manipulating him to take revenge on him.
Yu Guanqun calmed down, forced himself to soften his voice, and said calmly: "What do you want to say? What is the purpose of making this call? Be direct, I am very busy."
"Okay, it's very simple. If you want to see Lan Cun'er, just come to the place I mentioned."
Wen Zeyu quickly reported his address and cut off the phone without allowing Yu Guanqun to ask further questions.
On the Guangdong-Qingdao Expressway in the suburbs, Wen Zeyu was sitting in the car that Wen Jiaqiang had just reconfigured for him, sneering and tapping the needle on his watch. Second by second, he became more and more excited.
On the road in winter, the north wind was very strong, and the sparse twigs were swaying feebly in the wind. The high-hanging street lights at the forks were twice as bright as the street lights on the main line, allowing him to see the car's license plate clearly.
After a while, Yu Guanqun's car suddenly stopped in front of his car. The arrogant and smooth friction sound made Wen Zeyu's anger gradually rise.
Yu Guanqun got out of the car quickly, his face as cold and stern as a ghost, but not as cunning and rogue as Wen Zeyu.
Wen Zeyu looked arrogantly at Yu Guanqun standing tall and straight like a fighter, studying his height proportions. In comparison, he had to admit that Yu Guanqun was braver, but he was here to humiliate this well-dressed beast tonight, and he was not afraid of him.
Arrogantly getting out of the car, Wen Zeyu pulled off the cigarette he pretended to hold, threw it to the ground, sneered and said:
"You are quite punctual, but I thought you arrived earlier than me. You made me drink the northwest wind for so long. Aren't you afraid that I would be in a bad mood and it would be detrimental to Lan Cun'er?"
Yu Guanqun smiled calmly and socially and said, "Do you think I believe you? Does a person who has been imprisoned for two months have a chance to capture the person I have been monitoring? Don't insult your own IQ."
"However, Lan Cun'er is in my hands, so I can't tolerate your disbelief. Even if she is really not in my hands, you still have to believe it at this time. Otherwise, how could you go to the appointment? Who is insulting whose IQ?
You don’t know yet, idiot!”
Wen Zeyu's tone gradually became angry and he began to curse.
Yu Guanqun's gaze stabbed him like a sword, holding back not to swing out his fist.
Wen Zeyu saw this and became even more angry. The more he cared about him, the more hurt he became. Such Yu Guanqun surpassed him both spiritually and materially.
"Before handing her over, let me show you something. Although it is no longer new, it is new to me."
"Haha,..." Wen Zeyu laughed several times, looking a little crazy in the silent night sky.