() The conference room on the top floor of Jianheng Building was filled with smoke and noisy people.
It was almost midnight, and the directors' energy seemed not to have weakened at all. At this critical juncture, anyone with a little bit of brainpower would do their best to gain some benefits in the future. Of course, the one with the most energy is still
Zhang Jianxin, Fatty Zhang was answering the phone, looking towards Zhang Qiang while listening.
Zhang Qiang sat in the seat where Zhang Jiantang originally sat, playing with a pen in his hand and looking thoughtful on his face.
What he is thinking about now has nothing to do with what the directors in front of him are discussing. The page about Zhang Jiantang and his son has been turned over, so there is no need to waste any energy to pay attention to it. It is about Qi Men, this one sounds very familiar, but
After actually coming into contact with the sect, he felt that it was extremely mysterious, which made Zhang Qiang a little uneasy.
If Chen Fu disappears, people from Qimen will definitely come looking for him. His relationship with Zhang Jiantang will not be known to anyone, so sooner or later people from Qimen will come here, and sooner or later they will target him.
"I have to be prepared." Thinking this, Zhang Qiang picked up the phone and dialed Rebecca's number. Rebecca on the other end of the phone sounded like she was in a dream, "Hey, this is
How long has it been and you still..."
"Come to work tomorrow." Zhang Qiang said.
"Tomorrow?" Rebecca suddenly regained her composure, "Why so fast? You've already done it over there?"
"I have nothing to do here, so I asked you to come because I need your help now."
"Okay." Upon hearing what Zhang Qiang said, Rebecca nodded happily and wanted to say something, but Zhang Qiang had already hung up the phone because Zhang Jianxin was walking over quickly.
"Chairman, Zhang Jiantang's body has been sent for autopsy. It is estimated that the report will be available early tomorrow morning. The suicide note has also been taken by the police for identification. Now I have to go to the police station to make a record. Who told me that I was the first to discover the body?
One of the people."
Zhang Qiang nodded: "Go."
Zhang Jianxin turned around and was about to leave when his cell phone suddenly rang again. After a few words were answered, his expression suddenly changed, "What? Zhang Chen died in a car accident?"
This shout immediately attracted everyone's attention. At the same time, several directors' cell phones rang. After answering, they all had exactly the same expression on their faces...
...
In the office of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Qianhai Municipal Public Security Bureau, Deputy Director Zhang Jianjun was frowning and smoking cigarettes one after another.
He had just received the news that Zhang Chen had died in a car accident. He had also seen the photos and survey reports at the scene, and initially determined that it was an accident. But was it really an accident? Zhang Jiantang had just hanged himself, and his son had a car accident. This was also
What a coincidence.
But there is something even more bizarre. Just before Zhang Jiantang hanged himself, he gave up the position of chairman of Jianheng Group to his nephew Zhang Qiang. Not only that, he also transferred a considerable proportion of his equity, including more than 10 million
of cash.
Now, there is a piece of paper on the table in front of Zhang Jianjun, which is Zhang Jiantang's suicide note. In fact, without identification, Zhang Jianjun knows that it was written by Zhang Jiantang himself, because he is also a member of the Zhang family, among the Jianzi generation
, he knows Zhang Jiantang no less than others.
In addition to the suicide note, there are other materials. These materials were collected through various channels. After reading these things, Zhang Jianjun's eyes fell on a photo and never moved away.
The person in the photo is none other than Zhang Qiang...
...
Tingxiangyuan. The lights were turned off in Cheng Ming's room, but there was a little red light in her window that flickered on and off.
Cheng Ming had smoked half a pack of cigarettes. At this time, she once again set her sights on Zhang Qiang's house. She knew that Zhang Qiang hadn't come back yet, and it was very likely that he wouldn't come back tonight.
After putting out the cigarette in her hand, Cheng Ming paced back and forth in the room thoughtfully. Suddenly, she walked towards the door, opened the door, and walked out quietly.
When she came to a room at the east end of the north house and stood in front of it, Cheng Ming took out the key and opened a large copper lock hanging on the door. When she opened the door, a smell that had been dusty for many years hit her face.
Cheng Ming closed the door and turned on the lights in the room.
What appeared in sight was a military off-road vehicle, the body of which was covered with a thick tarpaulin. Cheng Ming walked to the back of the vehicle, uncovered the tarpaulin, then opened the trunk and pulled out an iron box from inside.
Put the iron box on the ground and open the lock, revealing a pile of firearm parts. In addition, there are several large magazines and several boxes of pistol bullets.
Cheng Ming calmly grabbed the gun parts and assembled them skillfully and quickly. A few minutes later, a military assault rifle appeared in Cheng Ming's hands. After loading the magazine, Cheng Ming pulled the bolt with a clatter!
Holding the gun with both hands and aiming straight, Cheng Ming knelt on one knee, turned steadily 360 degrees with the knee as the center, and then aimed the muzzle at the door. After aiming for a while, Cheng Ming removed the magazine and put the assault rifle in
in the box. Then she assembled the remaining parts, and soon, a military pistol appeared in her hands.
After adjusting the pistol, Cheng Ming also put it back, then closed the lid and put the iron box into the trunk. After doing all this, Cheng Ming covered the off-road vehicle tightly with an oilcloth and scanned the
He glanced at the house, turned around and walked out...
...
When the morning sun became brighter and brighter, Zhang Qiang, who was sitting in the chairman's office, slowly opened his eyes.
He didn't sleep long, because the meeting ended before dawn. Special people had been assigned to handle the funeral affairs of Zhang Jiantang and his son, so Zhang Qiang didn't need to worry about it, and he wouldn't worry about it either.
He picked up the phone and took a look. There was no call or message. Zhang Qiang was waiting for Rebecca, but she hadn't called until now, so maybe she overslept.
At this time, there was a sound on the door, and Rebecca rushed in, followed by the female secretary to the board of directors. When she saw Zhang Qiang, she screamed: "Chairman, this person said he knew you, I asked her to stay outside."
She refused to wait for a while..."
Zhang Qiang smiled slightly and waved his hand: "It's okay, let her in."
The secretary-general said oh, glanced at Rebecca again, and closed the door.
"Why did you come here without giving me a call?" Taking a look at Rebecca, he found that she was dressed extraordinarily beautifully today, and her makeup was just right. She was neither coquettish nor dull. Zhang Qiang suddenly realized that she had actually been deliberately dressing up before.
She dresses up with a bit of a profane air, but in fact she is quite intellectual.
"What's there to fight for? It's not like I don't know anyone here. No one dared to stop me along the way. It was the woman at your door who grabbed me. Hey, is she your confidant? If not, change it quickly. See
She hates it." As she spoke, Rebecca took out a thermos and two small paper cups from the Hermès bag she was carrying and put them on the table. Then she took out a food bag, which actually contained two sandwiches.
.
"Didn't have breakfast? Hehe, I brought it to you." Rebecca said with a smile.
