"Email?" Fang Jiawei was full of doubts, but he was cautious by nature, and there were countless people who wanted his life. Therefore, he did not answer the email in person. Who knows if there was a bomb in it. Fang Jiawei just asked the bodyguard to get in.
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After the bodyguards checked and checked to make sure there was no danger, they opened the parcel and discovered the videotape.
"Video tape?" Fang Jiawei's face was full of doubts, but he also asked his men to let go and take a look to see what was inside.
As soon as the picture appeared on the screen, and Fang Jiawei was about to take a closer look at what it was, a servant at home came up with a phone and said, "Master, someone is looking for you."
Based on Fang Jiawei's intuition, he felt that this phone call was directly related to the video tape. For some reason, he felt a little panicked, "Although my home phone number is not confidential, it is difficult to get the phone call into my hand.
Not an easy task!”
As soon as Fang Jiawei pressed the answer button, he heard laughter coming from the other side, "Brother Jiawei, how are you these days?"
"Who are you?" Fang Jiawei's voice was cold and not at all polite.
"My name is Zhang Zisheng. I wonder if Brother Jiawei still remembers me?" Zhang Zisheng's face was filled with pride.
"I don't know him." Fang Jiawei said and was about to hang up the phone. Zhang Zisheng hurriedly said: "Hongmen Zhang Zisheng."
"Hongmen?" Fang Jiawei asked, "Who are you? Go and ask Zhou Degang to talk to me."
"Hey, our gang leader also wants to talk to you, but there are some words that are really hard to say out loud." Zhang Zisheng was still laughing, but Fang Jiawei lost his patience and said, "If you have anything to do, tell me quickly!"
"I wonder if Brother Jiawei has received the videotape?"
"So what if I received it? So what if I didn't receive it?"
"Has that brother seen the scenes in the videotape?" There was an unspeakable sinisterness in Zhang Zisheng's laughter.
When Fang Jiawei heard this, he turned around and looked at the screen!
At this glance, the phone slipped from Fang Jiawei's hand. On the ugly screen, there was a face, which was his son Fang Haoming.
Fang Jiawei was worthy of being a veteran. After being slightly absent-minded, he came back to his senses, calmed down, took the mobile phone picked up by his men, and said, "What do you want?"