Don't underestimate the methods of these people, let alone their ruthlessness. Tang Jingwei remembered what Wang Zhengdao said just now. Wang Jiancheng also had an investment. These people had common interests, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them.
"Have you ever played chess?"
Tang Jingwei looked at Wang Zhengdao in confusion.
Wang Zhengdao didn't look at him, he opened the box, holding a green-glazed porcelain bottle with lotus petal pattern and a deep belly with a lid in his hand, and observed carefully: "Two billion is not a small amount, let alone two billion, even if it is twenty
Wan, some desperadoes will take desperate risks. The best way to save your chess pieces is to swallow up the opponent's equally important chess pieces. If you don't let him worry about it, how can he let go of your chess pieces?"
Tang Jingwei felt like he was enlightened, and at the same time his heart began to feel heavy. Wang Zhengdao was leading him into the abyss, but he had no way out.
The other party was implying that if Qiao Rulong attacked his son, he could treat Qiao Rulong in the same way? Tang Jingwei didn't dare, unless he wanted to seek death.
"You must use your pawns well at critical moments, you must know how to attack in the east and west, and you must be good at bluffing. As long as you achieve the purpose of making the other party afraid, it is enough. You have been in the shopping mall for so many years. I don't need to tell you these simple truths, right?"
Wang Zhengdao kept his eyes on the porcelain bottle from beginning to end. He sighed regretfully and said, "This bottle is a fake. It's a pity."
Tang Jingwei wondered how it was possible, but he immediately understood what Wang Zhengdao meant and said calmly: "Mr. Wang, please tell me a price."
Wang Zhengdao stood up and placed the porcelain vase on the ancient shelf: "Even if it is a fake, the craftsmanship is of the best. Leave an account number and I will arrange for someone to remit the money to you later."
Tang Jingwei didn't say a word, and Wang Zhengdao didn't leave him any clues.
Wang Zhengdao pointed to a painting of flowers and birds on the wall: "What do you think of this painting?"
Tang Jingwei was still in the mood to appreciate calligraphy and painting, and said sadly: "Not bad."
"Give it to you."
Tang Jingwei hurriedly said: "No, a gentleman will not take what others like." After saying this, he felt that he had said it wrong. Could Wang Zhengdao misinterpret his meaning and think that he was insinuating him?
Fortunately, Wang Zhengdao didn't care. He took off the painting and handed it to Tang Jingwei and said: "The author of this painting is Ye Qingya, Qiao Rulong's ex-wife. She is very talented. If you like it, you can go work for her when you have time."
Let’s take a tour of the room.”
When Tang Jingwei left, Wang Jiancheng had just entered the door, and the two met face to face. They had met before, but they were not familiar with each other, so they nodded to each other.
Wang Jiancheng watched Tang Jingwei leave, and then came to his father's study. Seeing his father appreciating the newly acquired porcelain vase, Wang Jiancheng said, "Did he give it to you?"
Wang Zhengdao said calmly: "It should be an exchange."
Wang Jiancheng noticed that the painting of flowers and birds on the wall was missing. He asked for the painting of flowers and birds from Ye Qingya. His father liked it, so he gave it to his father. Unexpectedly, he gave it to him in the blink of an eye.
other people.
Wang Jiancheng felt a little unhappy: "Is it necessary to be so polite to a drowned dog?"
Wang Zhengdao's eyes still did not leave the porcelain vase, and he said meaningfully: "No one can guarantee that he will have a smooth life. When Tang Jingwei was proud, his assets were among the top 50 in the country."
Wang Jiancheng sneered. The so-called rich list was just a source of conversation after dinner. The real rich would not appear on that list at all.
Wang Zhengdao couldn't put it down because of the porcelain vase: "Jian Jiancheng, you also participated in Jishi Medical Investment Co., Ltd.?"
Wang Jiancheng nodded: "Qiao Rulong came to me, and I gave some money."
"He has no shortage of investment, so why would he want to involve you?"
Wang Jiancheng sighed and said: "I didn't think much about it at the time. After all, we have often cooperated in the past. It is our consensus to make money together. I didn't invest much, only 10% of the shares."
Wang Zhengdao carefully put away the porcelain vase, then opened the curtains, and the sunlight came in from the outside. Wang Zhengdao faced the sunlight and stared directly at the sun. It felt so good.
"The manager of Jishi is called Qi Shuang. Do you know her relationship with Qiao Rulong?"
Wang Jiancheng said: "I know, but now Qiao Rulong and Ye Qingya have divorced, so..."
"So what? Do you think Qiao Rulong will marry Qi Shuang?"
Wang Jiancheng shook his head. He knew very well that this was absolutely impossible. Even if Qiao Rulong wanted to, he would not be able to pass Mr. Qiao's test.
Wang Zhengdao said: "I asked someone to check the equity structure of Jishi, and Hedong's money was used in it. You should know who Pan Tianhua, the boss of Hedong, is, right?"
Wang Jiancheng fell silent.
Wang Jiancheng said: "I have been off for three years, and you have managed the company pretty well. I thought you were mature enough to be able to stand alone, but you still exposed your shortcomings in this matter."
Wang Jiancheng lowered his head: "Dad, I didn't think much about it at first, mainly because I trusted Qiao Rulong too much."
"Trusting others is equivalent to giving your back to them. You don't know when they will backstab you." Wang Zhengdao squinted his eyes and chased the sunshine. Although the sunshine was bright, it could not shine into his heart.
Wang Jiancheng said: "Dad, I will find an opportunity to quit Jishi."
"It's not necessary. You are just a shareholder. But Qiao Rulong has gone too far this time. If you want to make money, don't do anything too extreme. Especially for people like Tang Jingwei. When he is proud of himself, how many times do you want to kill him?"
The knife, at most, can only shed some blood without killing him, but now that he is seriously ill, if you want to deal with him like this, it will kill him, aren't you afraid that a dog will jump over the wall in a hurry?"
Wang Jiancheng said: "I think so too, so I went to Ye Qingya specifically to ask her to come forward and persuade Qiao Rulong."
A strange expression flashed across Wang Zhengdao's face: "Do you have a lot of contact with Ye Qingya?"
Wang Jiancheng said: "We grew up together and we often communicate with each other."
Wang Zhengdao turned his head: "Do you like her?"
Wang Jiancheng's face turned red.
Wang Zhengdao walked slowly towards his son, stopped less than half a meter in front of him, and said seriously: "She is not suitable for you."
"Why? Dad, do you mind if she is married?"
Wang Zhengdao shook his head: "I don't mind, but the Ye family does."
Pu Jian brought some latest news from Duyun Temple. Monk Tonghui actually left a letter when he left. The letter said that he was going to do something very important. It might take three to five years.
He will never come back, so don't look for him.
What pleased Pu Jian was that Monk Tonghui signed the completion acceptance form before leaving, which meant that he had no problem receiving the balance.
"What a good man." Pu Jian said with emotion.
Xu Chunliang asked: "Does Mo Han know about this?"
Pu Jiandao: "She has been notified. She means that there is no need to call the police and that monk Tonghui will follow his own wishes. Chunliang, where do you think this monk can go?"
Xu Chunliang said: "I don't know. I guess I have recovered my memory and found my way home."
Pu Jian smiled and said: "Does this monk still have a wife and children at home? After so many years since he has been out, his wives have probably remarried, and maybe he has even had grandchildren."
Xu Chunliang glared at him: "You can't be more polite. Master Tonghui treats you well."
Pu Jian hurriedly said: "It's my fault, it's my fault. I just want to talk about it. I don't have any ill intentions."
Xu Chunliang said: "Do you have time?"
Pu Jiandao: "You don't know me yet? I've always had more time than money."
Xu Chunliang asked Pu Jian to send him to Shuimu for classes, and he attended one class after being here for so many days.
Pu Jian had nothing to do anyway, so he sent him to the school gate. Because he didn't have a pass, the school wouldn't let his car enter.
Before Xu Chunliang could walk into the small courtyard, Ye Qingya called, her voice filled with nervousness: "Chunliang, where are you?"
Xu Chunliang said: "Sister Qingya, tell me if you have anything to do."
Ye Qingya whispered again. It turned out that when she went to the parking lot to pick up the car, she found that all four wheels had been deflated. When she was about to ask for help, she saw two sneaky big men following her.
She was so frightened that she quickly got into the car and locked the door.
Now that the two big men were also missing, Ye Qingya originally wanted to call the police, but felt that she might be too sensitive, so after thinking about it, she decided to call Xu Chunliang.
Xu Chunliang asked her to lock the car door and not go anywhere, and immediately rushed to Ye Qingya's studio with Pu Jian.
He didn't hang up the phone on the way and kept talking to Ye Qingya to help her relieve her nervousness.
When the two of them arrived at the place, they felt relieved when they saw Ye Qingya still sitting in the car.
Ye Qingya opened the car door, got out of the car and pointed at the four tires.
Pu Jian and Xu Chunliang squatted down and checked individually. All four tires were deflated.
To be cautious, the two of them checked everything inside and outside the car carefully. Fortunately, there were no other abnormalities.
Ye Qingya's car was equipped with surveillance cameras. According to the surveillance playback, a man wearing cleaning clothes and a mask sneaked over to deflate the tires.
Pu Jiandao: "Are you in arrears with property fees?"
Ye Qingya said: "How is it possible? I paid it all on time."
Xu Chunliang said: "Come and ask the real estate agent." The reason why Ye Qingya didn't notify the real estate agent just now was because he was worried that someone would fake the property and it would be detrimental to her. Now that he is here, he naturally no longer has this worry.
After the property owner came, they said they would investigate immediately.
Seeing that Ye Qingya had nothing to lose, Pu Jian went to his car to get an air pump to help her fill up the tires.
Ye Qingya's mood was affected by this incident. She originally wanted to attend a calligraphy and painting exchange meeting, but now she gave up the idea and invited Xu Chunliang and Pu Jian to the studio for tea.
As soon as I walked in, someone delivered a courier.
Ye Qingya took the express and opened it. When she saw what was inside, she screamed in fright.
Xu Chunliang and Pu Jian rushed over, only to see a pair of wedding dolls inside the express delivery. The man was in a suit and leather shoes, and the woman was wearing a wedding dress. However, the woman's head had been ripped off, and the white wedding dress was stained with bright red.
Painted with blood, the bride doll also has a scalpel stuck in its chest.
