Nine hundred and seventieth chapters aggressive (a)
Chen Qingyun was about to use his spiritual consciousness to penetrate deep into the black column to explore. Unexpectedly, a mighty aura suddenly appeared from the depths of the black column, and it hit Chen Qingyun's spiritual consciousness. In front of this aura, Chen Qingyun's spiritual consciousness
Just like a child facing a sea tide tens of feet high, he is too small to splash a single wave.
Chen Qingyun had never encountered such a situation before and didn't know how to deal with it. His consciousness collided with the incoming breath, and his mind felt like a high-speed train suddenly broke into it, knocking his consciousness to pieces.
His consciousness was hit hard, and Chen Qingyun took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground, and his face turned pale.
"Qingyun, what's wrong with you?" Yu Chunhui and Gao Ping stepped forward to support Chen Qingyun at the same time and greeted him with concern.
The wave-like breath came suddenly and went away strangely. The moment Chen Qingyun's consciousness exited the black pillar, this breath also disappeared without a trace.
"It's nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well yesterday."
Gao Ping looked at Chen Qingyun strangely, but said nothing. He would not believe that Chen Qingyun would be in this situation because of lack of rest.
Yu Chunhui helped Chen Qingyun sit down on the hanging chair in the backyard and asked the host to pour him a cup of hot tea. Chen Qingyun did not refuse, as his mind had not yet returned to normal.
The collector then realized that the status of the young people following the mayor of Xuzhou was not lower than that of the mayor. Even the mysterious middle-aged man who made him feel very scared might not be as high as the mayor.
of low status.
Who said that literati are noble? When literati encounter someone who makes them bow their heads, they will naturally hide it away.
The collector is a narcissistic person, so proud that he has two eyes on his forehead. But now, when he guessed Chen Qingyun's unattainable identity, he immediately started running around and busy, worse than the personal butler of a five-star hotel.
Know how to serve.
After resting for half an hour, Chen Qingyun came to the cement platform again, this time not daring to use his spiritual sense to explore.
Yu Chunhui, Gao Ping and Yu Nengwen have been accompanying Chen Qingyun. The strange behavior of Chen Qingyun allowed them to see things that are completely incomprehensible in the real world.
In the eyes of the three people, the black pillar has been classified as an ominous thing, and it may explode and hurt people in the next moment. However, Chen Qingyun was injured, and they could not abandon Chen Qingyun, but they were a little nervous in their hearts.
Chen Qingyun has been able to confirm that the so-called black pillar is actually something from the world of cultivation. As for whether it is an auspicious thing, it must be left to the master to identify.
"Boss, can your black pillar be transferred?"
The collector nodded: "It's useless for me to keep something whose material I can't even understand. If Mr. Chen likes it, I can transfer it to you."
"Please give me a price, boss."
"The money paid to the farmers, plus transportation costs, research costs, and management over the past thirty years should be no less than two million." The collector raised his eyes to the sky and turned quickly: "As long as I don't lose too much.
There are many and the price is easy to talk about.”
Chen Qingyun knew that anyone who raised his eyes when speaking must be lying, but Chen Qingyun didn't care and said calmly: "How about five million?"
"Okay, deal, when will Mr. Chen take the black pillar away?"
"The fastest is one month, the slowest is half a year." Chen Qingyun was thinking about when to return to Ziweishan, and then took out a diamond card from Huaxin Bank: "Director Yu, this card does not have a password. Please go and transfer the money with your boss.
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The collector never expected that Chen Qingyun would just leave with Yu Chunhui and Gao Ping without explaining anything.
After walking around the general's former residence, Yu Chunhui assured Chen Qingyun that he would immediately invite experts to Xuzhou to inspect and conduct scientific demonstrations. If there is any protection value, the plan will be adjusted.
Chen Qingyun knew that Yu Chunhui might not have time to complete the work, but he could postpone the demolition. Because of the incident of petitioning by veteran cadres from Yushen County, Chen Qingyun already had a complete plan, and the person involved was Yu Chunhui.
Inside.
Returning to Ning Kezui's house again, what surprised Chen Qingyun, Yu Chunhui and Gao Ping was that Baldhead, Huang Mao and others, who had been taken away by the police not long ago, were yelling at Ning Kezui's house again.
"Old man, do you think you can avoid your son's gambling debts if you have someone to protect you? If you don't get the property ownership certificate for the house today, and don't care about anything else, I'll take one of your son's arms first."
Chen Qingyun already knew what was happening in the house, so he walked forward without thinking, without thinking about the impact on his companions.
Yu Chunhui was dumbfounded. He and Chen Qingyun were walking side by side. Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyun suddenly seemed to be blown away by a gust of breeze. He was more than fifty meters away and arrived at the entrance of Ning Hezui's courtyard in the blink of an eye.
Gao Ping had long known that Chen Qingyun had special skills, but he didn't expect that Chen Qingyun's movement skills were so unpredictable.
Chen Qingyun ignored the expressions and shock of the two officials behind him, and suddenly kicked open the courtyard door: "Stop, if you dare to hit Mr. Ning, be careful of legal sanctions."
At the feet of the bald head, the boy from the Ning family huddled up. His left hand grabbed Ning Kezui's lapel, and his right hand was raised high, and it would fall on Ning Kezui's face at any time. Ning Kezui is a truly proud and special talent. If he gets hurt,
Chen Qingyun couldn't imagine whether Ning Zui could bear the slap from the bald head.
Beside the bald man, besides Huang Mao, there were more than a dozen green-skinned young men. The people who had just been taken away by the police appeared in the yard again.
"It's you again. I thought you had some background, but I didn't know you were a softie." Because he came out immediately after entering the situation, the bald head saw Chen Qingyun again, and the fear in his heart disappeared long ago: "Which guy's pants
The belt was not fastened tightly and you were exposed, which shocked me."
Chen Qingyun said coldly: "Your mouth is too dirty. Since you don't speak human words, then stop talking."
As the cold finger wind popped out, the bald head shuddered and continued to curse. Only stench came out of his mouth and he couldn't make any sound. His raised right hand dropped softly.
When Yu Chunhui and Gao Ping arrived at the Ning family yard, a strange scene appeared in the yard: everyone opened their mouths and stared closely at the bald head with a tired expression.
When Yu Chunhui saw the bald head and the others appeared again, his expression changed immediately, he turned around and walked out of the yard.
Huang Mao was the first to react: "Brother, are you okay? Old man Ning, I won't pay the house until I die. You can just pay us back the money your son owes."
Rather drunk and trembling, he said: "How much do you owe?"
"One million two hundred thousand, this is today's debt, and tomorrow it may be one million two hundred and fifty thousand."
"One million and two hundred thousand?" Ning Kezui and Mrs. Ning were stunned.
"Is it money I owe you?" Chen Qingyun suddenly asked.
Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, then took out the paper from his pocket, which was the contract the bald man mentioned just now: "This is an IOU, with the debtor's signature on it."
When the boy from the Ning family saw the IOU, he lay down on the ground and buried his head in his chest, not daring to speak.
Chen Qingyun shouted flatly: "Write a receipt, I will give you 1.2 million now, and then take the money and get out."
"One million and two hundred thousand, do you have so much cash?" Huang Mao laughed: "You look like a dog, and you are not afraid of losing your back when you talk big."
"Keep your mouth clean so that you can live a more dignified life." Chen Qingyun's voice was as cold as a popsicle and would break into four pieces if dropped on the ground: "Write the receipt and someone will go to the bank to wire the money.
Here you go, if you are worried, you can go to the bank together."
Now that it was said, Chen Qingyun unlocked the bald head's acupuncture points so that it would not have any impact on the bald head's body.
Huang Mao was startled for a moment, then frowned and said, "We only need cash. If we want to remit money, we will need 1.25 million."
"Fart, 1.25 million was the price in the morning, and now the price has increased. Without 1.5 million, the Ning family boy's debt can't be paid off." As soon as the bald man's expression returned to normal, he opened his mouth and cursed: "Who just now
Use magic, ***, stand up for me, I will cut off his little bits and make him a eunuch."
"Those who don't know how to live or die are only worthy of being mute." Chen Qingyun saw that the bald head didn't know how to move forward or retreat, so he sealed his mute point again.
A strange situation appeared again, and everyone was stunned. Only Gao Ping knew that it must be Chen Qingyun who took action. He would not tell the truth, but was amazed by Chen Qingyun's unpredictable kung fu.
Huang Mao understood the bald head's intention and couldn't care about what happened to the bald head. He shouted fiercely at Chen Qingyun: "You brat, don't you have money? One and a half million, just cash, no remittances."
When Chen Qingyun was about to deal with Huang Mao, Yu Chunhui came in and whispered in Chen Qingyun's ear: "Qingyun, this is Secretary Jiang. He gave instructions directly to the deputy director in charge."
Yu Nengwen and the collector were following Yu Chunhui. Obviously, they had not had time to go to the bank to transfer the money.
Chen Qingyun said coldly: "Please ask Secretary Jiang to come over."
Yu Chunhui said calmly: "I have already called. He is nearby and will be there soon."
"Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Do you know Secretary Jiang? I also know the President of the country." After listening to the conversation between Yu Chunhui and Chen Qingyun, Huang Mao said arrogantly: "Secretary Jiang? Could it be that he made it up? Nonsense.
Stop talking and give me the money quickly, or give me the property ownership certificate."
Jiang Haibo, who had just entered the door, happened to hear Huang Mao's words. His face turned livid, but he did not have a fit. Instead, he came to Chen Qingyun: "Minister Qingyun, this matter is not simple. It involves other provincial party committee leaders."
Chen Qingyun interrupted Jiang Haibo and said coldly: "I don't want to hear your explanation..."