Seeing Liu Ziguang and Dongfang Ke getting into the taxi and waving goodbye to her, Wang Qian helplessly waved to the taxi and watched them leave. A voice came from the earphone hidden in her hair: "Team leader, do you want to follow me?"
superior?"
"Forget it, you can't keep up with him, withdraw." Wang Qi said into the miniature microphone on her sleeve.
The female companion was eager to give it a try: "Should I apply for satellite monitoring of him?"
Wang Qian looked at her female companion as if she were a monster: "Using mobile phone positioning and locking requires the signature of the leader of the public security bureau or above, and using spy satellites requires at least the approval of the director in charge of the security department. Are you going to apply or am I going to apply?"
The female companion was a little embarrassed: "My level is not high enough."
"Then I'm high enough?" Wang Qian replied angrily, turned around and left.
Liu Ziguang and Dongfang Ke changed taxis three times. After confirming that no one was following them, they got out of the car and found a public toilet. They took out the SIM card from their mobile phones and threw it into the toilet, flushed it, and then took out a new mobile phone, installed the SIM card and handed it over.
To Dongfang Ke: "Go and stay in an Internet cafe or hotel, turn on your phone every forty-five minutes, receive information, and turn off your phone after three minutes."
Dongfang Ke put away the phone and looked a little solemn: "Mr. Liu, take care."
Liu Ziguang patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, just in case. First I need to figure out who is standing opposite me. Maybe it's not as scary as I thought."
Dongfang Ke left early. Liu Ziguang went to the nearby supermarket and bought a set of cheap clothes to change into. In the bathroom, he used tap water to comb his hair into a smooth bun. He hung a bunch of keys on his waist and put a small artificial leather bag under his arm.
His whole temperament has completely changed.
I found a public phone on the street and dialed the number of Yi Yonghengheng, the former secretary of the board of directors of Huaxia Mining: "Secretary Yi, this is Liu Ziguang. Can I talk to Mr. Xue?"
"It's Mr. Liu, hello. Mr. Xue and I are no longer in Huaxia Mining. I'm sorry. It happened suddenly. I have been busy with the new unit recently and forgot to inform you." Yi Yongheng was very enthusiastic.
But the loneliness that cannot be hidden in the words can be heard immediately.
"Then where is Mr. Xue's current position?"
"I was transferred to the Mining Research magazine under the Ministry of Land and Resources as the president. I still work in my old job and work with Mr. Xue as the secretary."
"Is it convenient to meet Mr. Xue?"
"Please wait a moment." Then I heard footsteps. It was obviously Yi Changheng who was looking for Xue Danping with his mobile phone.
Xue Danping's soft mezzo-soprano voice came from the receiver: "Hello, Mr. Liu, are you in Beijing?"
"Yes, I want to talk to Mr. Xue. Isn't it convenient?"
"Oh, that's it. I've been quite busy recently. I just took over this stall in the agency. I'll give you a call when I have time."
"Okay, let's make another appointment. Goodbye." Liu Ziguang hung up the phone, hailed a taxi, and said to the driver: "Master, go to the Mining Research Journal."
The driver was happy when he heard this: "Brother, you're a foreigner. Beijing is so big. Just tell me the name of a company. Where can I find it? Is this what you think?"
Liu Ziguang didn't say anything and just threw over a fifty-fifty note.
The driver picked it up and said, "Hey, sir, you're so open-minded. If you haven't said anything, look at mine." Then he picked up the walkie-talkie and called the main station to check the address of the Mining Research Magazine. The database of the Capital Taxi Company is really not good.
, the address was quickly found, the driver drove all the way there, and arrived at the door of the magazine before getting off work.
The front of the Mining Research Journal is small, a Soviet-style building from the 1950s, with vines growing on the walls. It looks antique. There are several black luxury cars parked in the small courtyard, and the doorman is sitting in the reception room holding a tea cup.
Liu Ziguang, reading the newspaper with a leisurely look, walked over and lit a cigarette without saying anything. The old guard took it and took a look: "Hey, Great China."
"Uncle, I'm here to find someone. I have a brother who has been assigned to this unit recently. His name is Yi Yongheng. Do you know him?"
"I know you, the new president's secretary. I'll call him right now."
"Sorry for your trouble."
The old guard called the office, and when Yi Yongheng came out to pick him up, Liu Ziguang looked at the furnishings in the yard and asked, "This unit of ours is old, right?"
The guard said proudly: "No, our magazine was there when the Ministry of Mines and Mines was still there. The first president was Li Siguang, so our magazine has a very high level. Even though it is not a big deal, it is serious.
Deputy ministerial level unit.”
Liu Ziguang was in awe and handed another cigarette: "Please."
While they were chatting, Yi Yongheng came out. When he saw Liu Ziguang in this outfit, he almost didn't recognize him. He was stunned for a moment before shaking hands with him: "Please come inside."
Arriving at the president's office, Xue Danping was stunned for a moment, then asked Yi Yongheng to guard outside and not allow anyone to disturb him. He asked Liu Ziguang to sit down and poured a glass of water in person and handed it over: "Mr. Liu, you are a thoughtful person."
Liu Ziguang said: "I don't like to be kept in the dark when doing things. I want to know what happened. Please tell me, Mr. Xue."
Xue Danping said: "Huaxia Mining is a state-owned enterprise, and personnel transfers are normal."
Liu Ziguang sneered and said: "The crystal chandelier in the lobby of Huaxia Mining's office building is worth at least tens of millions, but except for the land value of the magazine, all the belongings may not be sold for more than one million. Mr. Xue moved to the left, my iron mine
The shares have disappeared, and we are all victims. We should fight side by side to turn this situation around."
Xue Danping smiled faintly, as if she was laughing at Liu Ziguang's overestimation of his abilities: "What's wrong with being a victim? Mr. Liu must have read too many novels."
Liu Ziguang spread his hands: "So Mr. Xue is not willing to join forces with me?"
Xue Danping said: "I have just been transferred here and I am very busy at work. If you have nothing else to do, I have to go to work."
Liu Ziguang knew that there was no point in talking anymore. The more Xue Danping reacted like this, the more he strengthened his opinion. His opposition was so powerful that it was unimaginable. He stood up and said: "Goodbye Mr. Xue."
"Xiao Yi, send Mr. Liu off." Xue Danping shouted outside.
Yi Yongheng sent Liu Ziguang downstairs, looked around and saw no one around, and whispered: "Mr. Xue was hit too hard this time. You have to understand her mood."
Liu Ziguang's heart moved and he replied: "I understand, but Mr. Xue shouldn't be so depressed. Can't the Han family give her some support?"
Yi Changheng sneered: "Zou Wenzhong's wife is Mr. Xue's sister-in-law. The old lady naturally helps her own daughter and son-in-law, so why would she turn to outsiders?"
Liu Ziguang didn't know much about Xue Danping's background, but he could tell from Yi Changheng's words that Mr. Xue's loss of power was the result of internal strife. He then asked: "What is the relationship between Zou Wenzhong and Ma Fengfeng?"
Yi Yongheng hesitated for a moment and hesitated: "I have never heard of the name Ma Fengfeng."
Liu Ziguang smiled: "Secretary Yi is so young, it's a pity." After saying this, Yi Yongheng was left thinking with his head down, and went straight away.
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Late at night, Zhao Hui parked his car in an alley and returned to his small courtyard house. The sixth sense developed through many years of hard work made him keenly aware of the presence of danger. He subconsciously reached out to his waist and heard a sound coming from behind him.
A familiar voice came: "Slow down, Lao Zhao, don't compete with me on how fast I draw my gun, you can't win."
Zhao Hui laughed dumbly, and slowly raised his hand on his waist, holding a bunch of keys: "It's not like I'm going out on a mission, how can I bring a gun with me."
Liu Ziguang walked out of the shadows, his hands empty: "I didn't bring a gun either."
"You kid, you scared me. How did you get in? You dismantled the alarm?" Zhao Hui looked at the courtyard wall distressedly. The infrared alarms installed on it were all valuable imported goods.
"Yes, I have to thank Yongchang for training me. These techniques will last a lifetime," Liu Ziguang said.
Zhao Hui opened the door, invited Liu Ziguang in, opened the refrigerator, took out a can of beer and threw it over: "Have you eaten?"
"I ate a bowl of noodles in the alley." Liu Ziguang opened his beer and took a sip.
"How did you end up eating noodles?" Zhao Hui said with a smile.
"Because I don't like the feeling of being stared at, someone put trackers on me and my assistant, there were surveillance and eavesdropping in the room, and a Trojan horse was installed on the computer. What's even more outrageous is that overnight,
The red star is no longer mine, and the red stone is no longer mine? I want to ask you, what the hell is going on?"
Zhao Hui also took a can of beer and drank it, and sneered: "Even your life belongs to the country, let alone your property. Why, do you have any objections?"
Liu Ziguang spread his hands: "No objection. For the sake of the country and the nation, I will not frown even if I donate my life. But you must ask for my opinion first. Even if the Red Army requisitions food during the Long March, it will be returned."
It's a free note, but what do you mean? You just took away my things without saying a word, and even pretended to throw some leftovers to me. That's fine, but how can I know whether these things were donated to the country or not?
Donated to some rich son of a bitch?"
Zhao Hui said: "Old Liu, we are good brothers who have been through life and death. Do you believe my words?"
Liu Ziguang said: "I believe it. If I didn't believe you, I wouldn't come to you."
"The thing is like this. What caused this series of reactions was the high-level struggle of Huaxia Mining. You know, Xue Danping's position is not stable. She lost points on the Sierra Leone project and was eager to make a comeback, so she found you and spent a lot of money
I have paid some price to cooperate with you. The problem is here. Xue Danping's competitors are not willing to accept defeat. They are even more coveted for the political achievements and economic benefits brought by such a large iron mine, so they used some means to take away the red stone.
Come here, as for Red Star, it’s a complete coincidence. You provoked someone in the local area, and it was them who revoked your business license, not... the people above."
"Who is that person above? Ma Fengfeng?"
Zhao Hui nodded and shook his head: "Ma Fengfeng has a lot of energy, but not as much as you think. He can decommission the active special forces to replenish a security company, and transfer personnel from the General Staff and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to form a new Red Star.
The energy information contained in this can be felt by you without me telling you."
"Then what?"
"What's the matter? Then, as you've seen, I'm currently being transferred to a civilian position. My third brother was also transferred because he made serious mistakes at work. Even Ye Qing was sent out as a field worker." Zhao Hui smiled helplessly.
With.
"According to you, this is the only thing going on?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"What else can they do? They give you the title of CEO, give you a monthly salary of hundreds of thousands, a luxury car and an apartment, and even invite you to join their small circle. This is the greatest goodwill they can express, to be honest.
, I wouldn’t necessarily do this if I changed it.”
"What would you do if it were you?"
"It's not easy for you to be charged with so many crimes, first to ruin your reputation, and then to be imprisoned for the rest of your life without being able to get out."
"You mean to threaten me?"
"No, I am reminding you that the cost and risk of doing this are very small. If you anger them, the next step is likely to be like what I said, and you will end up in a prison in the northwest for the rest of your life.