Liu Fei glanced around and saw that the staff outside the office were busy like a swarm of worker bees. He picked up the remote control and pressed it. The glass wall instantly turned light gray and he continued to talk on the phone.
"Fat man, what are you going to do?"
Feng Yong lowered his voice and said: "If you don't do it, you won't stop. Get rid of the heir, and the rest will be easy to handle."
Liu Fei frowned: "Why are you so unmotivated? You always use dirty tricks. I don't agree with this approach. Besides, the United States is not the home court. DHS and FBI are not vegetarians, and neither are the Xia family's bodyguards."
Professionals, maybe I can help you get involved."
Feng Yong said: "Boss, you are always decisive in killing, but why are you so kind this time? Don't worry, let me and the second brother handle the matter. Even if something happens, it has nothing to do with you."
Liu Fei hesitated for a moment and said, "How are you going to deal with it?"
Feng Yong laughed strangely again: "Use high-tech means and start from the plane."
Liu Fei frowned: "Don't do anything stupid. Planes are the most tightly guarded means of transportation. No one can cover up if something happens. If you kill a little girl and let everyone on the plane be buried with you, don't you think it's too much or making a fuss out of a molehill?"
Is it done?”
Feng Yong said: "Boss, you are too nervous. The Malaysia Airlines incident was such a big fuss last time. How could I dare to blow up the plane? I mean, do it during customs clearance. For example, stuff some drugs into your luggage and seize it on the spot."
It will be treated as drug trafficking, and we will not tolerate it at our leisure."
Liu Fei then turned from anger to joy: "You have finally grown up and can use your brain." In fact, Liu Fei doesn't care about Shu Fan's life or death. He just considers the overall situation and doesn't want to be too explicit and kill Shu Fan.
, An Xin must have encountered great resistance, which is not beautiful.
Feng Yong started making arrangements, and Omi also started making arrangements.
…
Shangfeng Shangshui Villa, Xia Family. Since the kidnapping case, Xia Baishi has been expelled from the inner circle of Qingshi Hi-Tech, but his shares are still there. The annual dividends alone are enough to maintain a luxurious life. He goes shopping in Europe and Southeast Asia when he has nothing to do.
On vacation, my life is quite enjoyable.
The phone rang. Xia Baishi casually picked up the extension on the coffee table and called it. Then his expression became serious and cold sweat started to fall on his forehead.
When my son drove drunk and killed someone, he asked his connections to change the age of his household registration, and he also found a friend from the political and legal department to smooth things over. The big thing was reduced to a trivial matter. Xia Zhou just squatted in the detention center for a few days and was released.
I thought this matter was over due to the jail sentence, but two years later, the incident came to light. This is unscientific!
The call came from an acquaintance, saying that the household registration police officer who helped change the household registration had been controlled, and that the superiors would re-investigate the case, so that Xia Baishi could make preparations in advance.
"How much money is needed?" Xia Baishi panicked. He forged household registration to escape legal sanctions. Not only would his son go to jail, but he himself would also be involved. No matter how much money he spent, he had to suppress the matter.
"It's not about money. Someone from above wants to deal with your Xia family. You have to resist it no matter what. Let's talk about it. Hang up first." The other party hurriedly hung up the phone.
Xia Baishi was restless and walked around the house anxiously. He called his son, but no one answered. He called his wife, who was in Paris and couldn't be reached.
Staying up until night, the news came that his son Xia Zhou was arrested and was being held at the Wenquan Town Police Station. Xia Baishi hurriedly took people there to inquire about the situation. As a result, he was also detained when he arrived. Two men in plain clothes took him into the interrogation room.
, one was a white-faced person, and the other was a red-faced person, and they cooperated tacitly to intimidate Xia Baishi. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs were shaking like chaff, but he refused to admit bribing the police to tamper with his household registration.
"You're not honest, right? Depending on the crime you committed, a sentence of three to five years is enough." The ungrateful man slapped the table, "Here, handcuff him and send him to a detention center!"
A policeman came in, handcuffed Xia Baishi directly, put him in a police car, and sent him to a suburban detention center. Xia Baishi was frightened and confused, and did not notice whether the police procedures were formal and legal, so he was sent to the detention center.
The conditions of the small cell in the detention center were extremely poor, with large cement pavilions and a prison bully who bullied everyone. When he came in, he was first beaten with the soles of his shoes.
It was hard to sleep. When the prisoners got up in the morning, they found that the newcomer who came in last night had turned gray overnight.
Xia Baishi lived in the detention center for three full days. He ate cabbage gang and Wowotou every day. He couldn't sleep at night because he snored. If he made noise, he would be punched and kicked. He didn't eat well or rest well, and he was under psychological pressure.
It was so huge that Xia Baishi lost ten pounds in three days.
On the fourth day, someone visited the prison. It was Xia Baishi's confidant Sun Zhonghai. He told Xia Baishi that there was a way out, but the price would be high.
"Don't worry about the price at this time, get me out first!" Xia Baishi said impatiently.
"Okay, I'll contact them again." Sun Zhonghai said.
That night, Xia Baishi was taken out of the detention center. He had a full meal first, and then the white-faced and red-faced man came again. Without talking nonsense, he took out a stack of mouths and showed them to him. Xia Baishi browsed through them, and his remaining hope was shattered.
Now, the crimes of tampering with household registration age and bribing state officials have been fully exposed.
"If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be stern. Don't think that if you refuse to cooperate, we will have nothing to do with you." Bai Lian said sternly.
"Confess earlier, go to court earlier, and the conditions will be much better after entering prison. At least you won't have to suffer in the detention center." The red face was kinder, and he looked like he was thinking about Xia Baishi.
Xia Baishi was still lucky and hesitated to confess.
Bai Lian sneered: "No one can save you. Xia Qingshi has died in the United States. Even if he doesn't die, your brother may not save you."
Xia Baishi's last remaining hope was shattered. At this moment, all thoughts were lost: "I'll do it."
After finishing the transcript, Xia Baishi pressed his fingerprints and signed his name. He held the transcript with a blushing face and trembled: "Wouldn't these things be over if you confessed earlier? In fact, as long as you cooperate well, you don't have to go to jail."
Xia Baishi almost couldn't believe his ears. Is there such a good thing? He hurriedly said: "I will cooperate, I will definitely cooperate."
Honglian said: "It's actually very simple. As long as you donate your shares of Qingshi Hi-Tech to the country, the relevant departments can consider amnesty for you."
Xia Baishi was shocked. Although the Qingshi Hi-Tech shares in his name accounted for a small proportion of the total share capital, they were converted into hundreds of millions of dollars. The price of using 100 million yuan in exchange for freedom was too high.
The red face continued: "Don't worry, the shares in your own name will not be touched. Just donate Xia Qingshi's share."
Xia Baishi grabbed his hair with both hands and fell into deep thinking. The depth of the other party's background made him extremely frightened. The whole thing was a game, a game against himself and Qingshi High-tech, but he had no choice at all.
Can do as they say.
"Give me a cigarette." Xia Baishi said dryly.
…
The United States, Memphis, Tennessee, Xia Family Manor, the living room is decorated according to the Chinese style mourning hall, Xia Qingshi’s black and white portrait hangs high, incense candles and paper horses are all flown from Chinatown in San Francisco, a pair of candles are swaying in the wind, Shu Fan is sitting next to him in mourning clothes
Stacked paper money.
A helicopter landed on the helipad behind the tennis court. An Xin and She Xiaoqing got off the plane and ran over bent over. They had not slept for twenty hours and had been rushing, from Omi to Shanghai, from Shanghai to Los Angeles, to Los Angeles.
He transferred to a private jet to fly to Memphis, and then a helicopter to fly to the estate. They chose the fastest means of transportation, but they still couldn't catch up with Xia Qingshi for the last time.
Entering the mourning hall, An Xin couldn't hold back her tears. The man she loved so much was separated from her, and she didn't even have time to say sorry. She felt guilty about Liu Fei.
An Xin walked to the portrait and burned three sticks of incense. She choked with sobs and asked, "What are your father's last words?"
"No." Shu Fan shook his head.
She Xiaoqing also burned three sticks of incense, and the three women silently kept vigil for Xia Qingshi.
The Xia family manor is heavily guarded. There are at least eight armed bodyguards and surveillance facilities throughout the manor. The man in charge of security is Mr. Qiao, a former White House agent. He walked into the mourning hall and reported that a suspicious car was found nearby with a *** inside.
*Man, looking furtively this way with a telescope.
Just as An Xin was about to speak, Shu Fan suddenly said sharply: "Drive them away, don't let them bother my dad!"
"Okay." Joe turned and left.
An Xin was extremely confused, who was monitoring the Xia family manor?
The phone rang, it was an email notification. An Xin opened it and saw that it was a letter from Xia Qingshi. It was probably sent on a scheduled basis.
"Xin'er, you must have arrived in Memphis by now. Don't feel sorry for me. Parting and separation are inevitable steps in life. Transport me back to the motherland for burial. The funeral will be held in accordance with traditional Chinese methods. It is not appropriate to make a big deal..."
An Xin's eyes were filled with tears and she couldn't stop crying.
…
The next day, the Gulfstream private plane carrying Xia Qingshi's body took off, flew across the Pacific, landed in Seoul to refuel and rest, and then arrived at Beijing Capital International Airport.
The personnel arranged by Yao Guang were already waiting here. They dressed up as airport staff and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to clear customs and detain Shu Fan at the border inspection. But surprisingly, there were only a few foreign bodyguards on the plane.
, there is no trace of An Xin and Shu Fan at all.
When the news was passed to Yao Guang, he was also very puzzled. It was clearly found that An Xin and Shu Fan had gone through exit procedures in the United States. Why was no one there? Thinking that the Gulf Stream had landed in Seoul, he suddenly realized that they were secretly building a plank road to sneak into Chen Cang. These two women were smart.
Still sitting.
An Xin, Shu Fan and She Xiaoqing did get off the plane in Seoul. This was also a detail arranged in Xia Qingshi's email. When they were resting at the airport, Shu Fan's cell phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Liu Handong.
"Where are you?" Liu Handong asked.
"I'm in Korea."
"Exact location?"
"Airport."
"Which area?"
"Area C." Shu Fan felt strange and had a vague expectation in his heart.
Three minutes later, Liu Handong's figure appeared. He was also dusty and had a solemn expression.
"My condolences." Liu Handong stretched out his hand, but Shu Fan threw herself into his arms and cried.
She Xiaoqing asked curiously: "How quickly did you get your passport?"
Liu Handong took out a passport: "Director Xia has prepared it for me. It's fake, but it's the same as the real one."