Update time:2011-04-28

Chen Ping has been bragging in front of little Chen An about how sharp his eyesight is. He can't hide any monsters in front of him. He boasts that he has piercing eyes. Chen An has been extremely smart since he was a child. From elementary school to junior high school to high school,

There are not a few people who have ideas about the little princess of the Chen family, but Mr. Chen’s piercing eyes are really vicious. He can always see the purpose of those little animals at a glance. Any tricks will be ineffective in front of the two brothers and sisters, not counting the two brothers.

During the turbulent but at least a little fun student life, Chen Ping helped escort Chen An until he was bullied in high school. This incident was undoubtedly a very depressing memory for his classmates at that time.

But even though Chen Ping prides himself on having a venomous eye that is unparalleled in the world, he cannot see the meaning in the eyes of Cao Wangchuan across from him at this time. It is definitely not a look that is jealous of women and wants to suppress his love rival. It ranges from indifference to provocation to dissatisfaction.

Such subtle contempt was very complicated. Although Chen Ping didn't understand what this guy thought of him, he at least knew that Cao Wangchuan had no good intentions for him.

Although a woman's sixth sense is powerful, Qin Yanran obviously didn't see the undercurrent between the two men. She leaned on the sofa with a cold face to deal with a glass of red wine. She seemed to be thinking about grabbing Chen Ping's pigtails and killing him with her own hands.

Nice thing about sending him to jail.

According to Chen Ping's idea, he had to deal with this couple for a period of time to find out the details of Cao Wangchuan. He was retreating, but the dinner did not give him a chance. A man in a suit and leather shoes who looked like a secretary came over gently with a gentle smile.

He stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen? I am Secretary Huang. Secretary Yang invites you to come over."

Chen Ping, who quietly shrugged, stood up and said with a smile: "Sorry for the trouble, lead the way."

Secretary Huang smiled and said you're welcome, this is what you should do. He is very polite and worthy of being an elite who makes a living within the system. The secretaries who can appear here are not low-level. If they don't have the ability to dance in all directions, it's really hard.

It was not very reliable. Chen Ping followed him, chatting and laughing all the way to the door of a private room. Secretary Huang knocked on the door. After hearing the answer inside, he carefully opened the door and took Chen Ping in.

There was no one idle in the room. Two old men in their fifties were drinking tea. They were very calm and tried to show off to each other. They seemed to be having a great conversation. As soon as Chen Ping came in, one of the old men in Tang suit said:

He suddenly raised his head and stared at Chen Ping. His resentful look disappeared in a flash, and then he turned his head and continued to drink tea. Another relatively ordinary old man saw his performance in his eyes and calmly looked at Bai Dao.

Having been in a high position for so long, he is somewhat aware of the grievances between the two. This time he came to mediate, it was just an idea. The negotiation was fake, but it was true to show that the two sides would not help each other. In his opinion, a person like Chen Ping would die.

There is only one missing. As long as it does not disturb social stability, you can do whatever you want. He waved to Chen Ping and said with a smile: "Chen Ping? Come and sit down."

Chen Ping squinted his eyes and said thank you with a smile and sat down. Secretary Huang poured him a cup of tea without saying anything. He was very discerning.

"You two are familiar with each other, so I don't need to introduce you, right?"

The old man who asked Chen Ping to sit down leaned back comfortably on his chair, looked casual, and said easily.

Chen Ping nodded slightly, smiled at the old man who had been silent and staring at him coldly, and said softly: "Mr. Han, I know you. What's the matter? Mr. Han, you have been having financial difficulties recently and can't afford meat. Do you want to bite me?"

Han Yelin gritted his teeth, an angry look flashed in his eyes, and then he became calm again, barely showing a smile, he said lightly: "Young Master Chen is joking, it's my two sons who failed to live up to their expectations and died in your hands."

You deserve it."

Chen Ping had an innocent and stunned look on his face, and his expression was lifelike. He looked like he had been wronged and still didn't know what he was doing. He looked at Han Yelin and said with a smile: "Mr. Han, what are you talking about? Who died in my hands?"

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Han Yelin, who had been suppressing his anger, could no longer bear it and said angrily: "You dare to say that what happened to my two sons was not your fault?"

Secretary Yang, who was responsible for the mediation this time, watched silently and drank tea quietly. He acted as if he had not heard the conversation between the two. He looked at Han Yelin's anger and made no comment. No one died.

It is impossible for a son to be as calm as if nothing had happened. Although Han Yelin's behavior was inconsistent with his identity, it was also reasonable.

Chen Ping was indifferent and joked: "Mr. Han, you are familiar with it, but if you insist on saying that, I can still sue you for defamation."

Han Yelin was furious, but he had nothing to do. He could only say that Chen Ping's method of getting rid of his two sons was too clean and neat, which caught people off guard. Now even if he wanted to say something, Chen Ping could push it away. Now Chen Ping

Ping has long been no longer the arrogant and domineering eldest son who wants to trample anyone to death. Facing Han Yelin, he has always been a calm and quiet soldier to block him. He vaguely has a profound artistic conception of letting you have thousands of troops and I can stand still.

Secretary Yang sighed in his heart, glanced at Han Yelin, and looked at Chen Ping. He unconsciously glanced at this young man. He didn't know how domineering and powerful Chen Fusheng was, but at least he came from the Chen family.

Young man, you have not disgraced the Chen family.

"Okay, please be quiet. You two are both distinguished people. What does it look like to be noisy?"

Secretary Yang put down the tea cup and laughed, not angry at all. He was as cunning as Maitreya Buddha. Although he was kind, it looked a bit sinister in Chen Ping's eyes. No matter how much he feared Han Yelin, he did not fear the depth of Secretary Yang in front of him.

No matter how prominent the Han family is in the underworld, they can't compare to a provincial party committee boss. There is no comparison at all between the underworld and the government.

Han Yelin forced himself to calm down and didn't speak again. He really didn't know what to talk about with Chen Ping. The two sides had long been at odds with each other, and there was still an unending blood feud. Just a few words from Secretary Yang,

It seems that Han Yelin has not bowed his head and put down the weight of his grudges.

Chen Ping looked at his watch. It was five minutes to eight o'clock. His smile became more and more mysterious. He closed his eyes and Mr. Chen leaned on the sofa and counted silently.

At three hundred o'clock, Chen Ping opened his eyes and glanced at Han Yelin seemingly unintentionally. At the same time, Han Yelin's cell phone started buzzing. The originally good Peking Opera sounded a bit sad to Chen Ping's ears. He smiled and said,

Quietly waiting for the good show that is about to take place.

Han Yelin frowned and took out the phone to answer the call. Before the other party said a few words, his expression changed and he asked as calmly as possible: "Why?"

The person on the phone didn't seem to want to say more. He hung up the phone in a hurry without giving Han Yelin an answer, and then the second phone rang again.

The third one.

The fourth.

The fifth.

Han Yelin seemed to be very busy, and the phone kept ringing. This old fox who had been in Yunnan for many years went from shock to grief and anger, and finally turned pale, and the hand holding the phone could no longer help trembling.

Chen Ping lowered his eyelids and fiddled with the tea cup in his hand in a daze.

Secretary Yang looked confused. From Han Yelin's face, he also knew that something bad had happened this time. However, he did not intend to say more. He was neutral and neutral. If he favored anyone even the slightest, it would destroy the balance. Since the Yunnan government has made its attitude clear

Deciding to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers, Secretary Yang will certainly not help anyone even a little more.

"You are cruel enough."

Han Yelin put down the phone. He seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant. He looked at Chen Ping with a hoarse voice and said calmly, with a hint of fear in his tone that no one present was willing to admit.

Chen Ping picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said vaguely: "Mr. Han is old. Don't occupy your seat when it's time to retire. After all, young people are the mainstream now."

Secretary Yang frowned slightly, but without saying much, Han Yelin sneered: "You think that's all I have?"

"Oh? Does Mr. Han still have some tricks up his sleeve?" Chen Ping said calmly: "Let's play slowly and see who dies first. Don't think that because you are older, I won't dare to slap you. Being too old to die is a thief, you

What's the point of not dying?!"

Arrogant and domineering!

This was no longer domineering that could be described as strong. Secretary Yang's expression changed, uncertain.

Han Yelin paused as he walked towards the door. He was silent for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had suddenly regained his heroic spirit as the overlord of Yunnan and said boldly: "A man who is too old to die is a thief. If you young people want to climb up, we

These old immortals deserve to die, but if you want to capture Yunnan, you have to pay a price!"

"cost?"

Chen Ping murmured to himself, smiling playfully.

White Wolf with Empty Gloves has always been a specialty of the Chen family, so why should Chen Ping have to pay the so-called price?
Chapter completed!