The conspiracy in 1250 Dynasty Bar! (First update!)
In order to seek justice for Lian Yuncheng, Huang Xiuzhao formulated a detailed plan.
No one knew what Huang Xiuzhao was going to do, but that was no longer important. What was important was that her plan failed before it was even launched.
Because Ye Liusu didn't care about her at all, but left her speechless.
Ye Liusu, who thought he had caught Huang Xiuzhao's concerns, kindly advised him: "Chief Huang, I advise you to be more open-minded. Wouldn't it be better to be his lover with peace of mind? Why do you have to make such a fuss?
After the matter got serious, it had little impact on him, but for us women, if word spread, the reputation would not be very good."
"Ye Liusu, what are you talking about?" Huang Xiuzhao was worried and hurriedly defended: "I have a grudge against Chu Yang, but it's not what you said..."
"Come on, stop talking. I understand in my heart anyway. Okay, Section Chief Huang, that's it. I've handed over the company to you anyway. You can do whatever you like. Goodbye." Ye Liusu was mysterious again.
He smiled, turned around and walked out of the hall.
Ah, I know, she regards me as a woman who has been played by Chu Yang... It's been a while since Ye Liusu left, but Huang Xiuzhao was still dumbfounded, and finally slowly understood what she just said
Meaning, he stomped his feet angrily and walked out of the hall.
Following Huang Xiu to recruit the police who were looking for trouble, he saw that she was stunned for a while, then turned around and left without saying a word, and quickly followed her.
The fat policeman who was very good at currying favor with his leaders took a few steps quickly and opened the sliding glass door for Huang Xiuzhao: "Chief Huang, are we still investigating this security company?"
Huang Xiuzhao, who was in a bad mood, reprimanded without thinking, "Check, what are you checking? Let's go!"
After being scolded by Huang Xiu, the fat policeman felt that his face was dull. He had no choice but to fall a few steps behind. He reached out and waved to his companions: "Let's go back to the provincial hall..."
Before the fat policeman finished saying this, Huang Xiuzhao suddenly stopped and shouted with a stern face: "Who told you that I was going back to the provincial department?"
The fat policeman, who had been scolded twice in a row, really didn't know what to say, so he could only ask: "Then, where are we going?"
Huang Xiuzhao stared at Ye Liusu who was driving away, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Go to the new pharmaceutical factory and send a message to Chu Yang for me. Just say that I will wait at Dynasty Bar at nine o'clock tonight.
He. If he doesn’t come, there will be consequences at your own risk!”
…
Dynasty Bar is a bar that has only been open for a few months.
The owner of the bar is Mr. Lianyunchenglian who has not been buried yet and is lying in the freezer.
Everyone knows that China has a policy that strictly prohibits leaders and their families from doing business.
However, this policy has always been a piece of paper. Nowadays, the projects that make a lot of money in the country and the scenes of sensuality are all run by powerful people. Relying on Lianjunjun's connections in southern Hebei, Lian Yuncheng runs such a company.
Bars are nothing strange at all.
The business of Dynasty Bar was not affected by the tragic death of Mr. Lian. Before it got completely dark, the parking lot in front of the bar was filled with all kinds of cars.
Whenever a car with a special (government agency) license plate drives into the parking lot, a guy wearing a white shirt and black tie will walk over and cover up the license plate with a red sticker.
Everyone knows that if you want to make money in such a sensual and sensual occasion, in addition to the wealthy people, visitors from government agencies and units are the real "profit and tax majors" in this industry. Naturally, consumption places must be influenced by these guests.
Think about it.
Although the Dynasty Bar is a bar on the surface, it actually integrates catering, entertainment, and leisure. The fourth to fifth floors are dedicated places for guests to spend money. It can be said to be a 'legitimate' leisure club.
The lobby on the first floor, which should be the busiest, is actually the place with the fewest people.
The easternmost room on the sixth floor of the Dynasty Bar was originally Lian Yuncheng's office, but no one has been here since he traveled westward two days ago.
But tonight, the lights came on again in this room.
Lianjun, who seemed to have aged by more than ten years after not seeing each other for two days, sat on the chair where his son once sat, stroking his son's photo album with both hands, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
Standing at the door of the office were four men in black suits, each with his hands behind his back and a serious look on his face.
The company once "officially worshiped" the executive deputy governor of Qilu Province, and he must have his own unknown secret power. These four men are him...how should I say, they are his privately raised dead soldiers.
Death warriors refer to warriors who dare to die. Most of them are knights in the martial arts world. They work for the princes and nobles for glory and wealth or to repay a favor. They are basically engaged in two tasks: assault and assassination.
The dead soldiers only obey the orders of their master. In addition to the master, they may not be able to show off even if they are the master's close relatives.
In ancient China, all the queens and nobles would have such people around them. However, in modern times, the dead soldiers were replaced by the general name of "bodyguard".
"Hey, Xiaocheng, you should have a good rest over there. Even if dad can't kill Chu Yang for you, he will still vent his anger on you." Lian Legion slowly put down his son's photo album, with a sinister smile on his lips, and said to himself
He said to himself: "If everything goes well, I will make him pay a heavier price than death!"
While the company muttered to itself, the four dead soldiers remained silent.
After sighing for a while at his son's photo album, Lian Legion wiped his eyes, took out four bank cards from his pocket, and placed them on the table: "Xiao Dao, come here, I have something to say to you."
One of the four dead men nodded slightly and walked to the desk.
Lian Legion asked in a low voice: "Are everything ready?"
"Ready." Xiaodao nodded: "The digital camera with the clearest pixels, the 'begging' for aphrodisiac, and the room have all been arranged in place. As long as that person shows up tonight and can drink with her,
Our plan will come true."
"Yeah." Lian Legion nodded, sighed and asked, "You guys have been following me for four or five years, right?"
"Counting from the day you took us out of Northeast No. 1 Prison (a famous death row prison in China), it has been four years, eleven months, and twenty-three days."
"It's been so long?" Lian Legion murmured: "I thought that you would never be used in this life. Even when I was dismissed, I didn't touch you... Haha, even though I ended up at that time
It’s bleak, but I still have a son. But now, my son is dead, and as a father, I can’t get justice for my son through normal channels. Haha, this is a society ruled by law.”
Xiaodao didn't know why the boss (Lian Legion) said this. He didn't even know how Lian Yuncheng died.
In fact, Xiaodao and others have been dormant somewhere far away from southern Hebei for these years, always waiting for the company's call.
After sighing for a while, the painful look on Lian Legion's face faded, and then became evil and ferocious, but his words were unusually gentle: "After you finish this matter, there will be no peace between us.
It doesn't matter anymore, you won't owe me anything from now on."
After hearing what the boss said, Xiaodao and others had big doubts in their eyes: You, the old man, have gone through all the hard work to get us out and raised us for so many years, just to do this little thing for you?
In addition to not being afraid of death, one of the biggest characteristics of a dead soldier is that he must be loyal and unswervingly do what his boss says without asking for any reasons.
Therefore, Xiao Dao and others did not ask any more questions, but just nodded: "Yes, we understand."
"Each of these four cards has one million in it. Although the money is not much, as long as you can save money and start a small business appropriately, it is still possible."
Lian Legion pushed the four bank cards forward and said calmly: "After you have finished this matter, leave Jinan immediately... Wherever you go, even if you die, you can't say tonight
Do you understand what you have done?"
"We understand." Xiaodao picked up the four cards, then took out a high-defense human skin mask from his pocket and put it on his face...
…
Generally speaking, when a man goes on a date with a woman, he always has to arrive ten or eight minutes early to highlight his superiority as a girl.
But Chu Yang didn't think so. If Hu Li and Gu Mingchuang hadn't supported him in coming to meet Miss Huang Er, he wouldn't have bothered to come to Dynasty Bar.
When Chu Yang arrived at Dynasty Bar, it was already past nine-thirty, more than half an hour late than the time Huang Xiu had booked.
But the kid's face still had the arrogance of "I'm here just to give you a big face", even though the car he drove was just a Poussin.
From now on, keeping a low profile is the first condition that a person must face when he wants to withdraw from the world.
After parking the car casually in the parking space, Chu Yang, dressed in casual clothes, walked into the lobby of Dynasty Bar with the indifferent expression of the boy at the door.
Because it is now 9:30 in the evening, and 9:30 in the summer is not the busiest time for bars, karaoke bars and other entertainment venues, so when Chu Yang came in, there was no phenomenon of "devils dancing wildly" in the hall, but loud music.
Playing some famous light music.
According to what the fat policeman said, after Chu Yang passed through the lobby, he took the elevator directly to the third floor.
The third floor of Dynasty Disco is a box built in the style of a star-rated hotel. The environment is elegant and the waiters are beautiful...
As soon as Chu Yang got out of the elevator, the two little girls in cheongsam guarding the door bent down and asked softly: "Hello, sir, do you have a reserved room on the third floor?"
There are a total of thirty-two boxes on the third floor of the disco. The area of each box is not very large, but the price is terrifyingly high.
However, when Mr. Lian was renovating the third floor, he had enough confidence. Anyway, he was about to be promoted. Even if the price was outrageous, those people would come to support him.
What's more, Chinese people have always had a good habit of pursuing high-end consumption. The more expensive a place or thing is, the more noble it is, isn't it?