Update time:2011-04-28

The so-called negotiation by the government this time is somewhat anticlimactic, but in the eyes of the three parties, it does not feel out of place at all. In many aspects, it is just for the sake of face, so that the matter can be dealt with, and no one has to pay anyone else's fault, although there was a fight in the middle.

The unexpected incident made Han Yelin a little embarrassed, but he could still be considered happy.

As soon as Han Yelin left, Chen Ping and Secretary Yang could no longer talk. However, he was not in a hurry to leave. He stayed in the room drinking tea and chatting with the provincial party committee boss. After all, he was also one of the top leaders in the province.

, even if there is no benefit to building a relationship, there will be no harm. Corrupt officials are becoming more and more cunning these days. After all, there are still a small number of cute officials who wear a Patek Philippe on their wrists and smoke the 95th Supreme. So Chen Ping sat on the sofa, which was fine.

They didn’t directly throw out anything valuable that would make people’s hearts beat faster. They just briefly talked about investment issues. Fusheng Group didn’t have a deep foundation, but its financial resources were undoubtedly strong. There would be no problem in investing in projects in Yunnan. With the government

Building a good relationship can also stabilize the underworld, killing two birds with one stone. Secretary Yang did not say anything about this, and Chen Ping also pretended to be confused. The investment matter was settled. Secretary Yang did not make a clear statement, nor did Chen Ping.

When asked, an old fox and a young fox played riddles in a harmonious atmosphere.

Half an hour later, Chen Ping left the room, and the dinner gradually reached its climax. Except that Secretary Yang did not appear, a prominent figure from the government said a few words, and people also donated some token money.

As for breaking the bones, the amount of one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand is a huge sum of money in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is nothing in the eyes of these people, and it can also build a good reputation, so these people don't pay much when they spend money.

Very cheerful.

Chen Ping only had eight words to comment on the so-called upper-class dinner party, which was divided between praise and criticism: showing off his wealth and showing off, and a battle of wits and courage. He was really not very interested in this kind of occasion, just like Chen Fusheng who had been rich but had no money.

They all care about five-dollar crew cuts. Chen Ping doesn't feel that he is superior to others. He is just richer than others. He calls himself a principled scum, but he rarely retains some bottom line despite his coquettishness.

There are still many things that money can't buy in his character, so when in high school, when some of his peers spent money on second-rate celebrities or beautiful car models, Chen Ping didn't envy him, and he still teased them carelessly.

A beautiful young teacher flirts with pretty girls in school, and the most she spends is buying a rose.

Passing through the hall, Chen Ping hesitated for a moment when he passed by Qin Yanran but did not stop and walked straight over. He still couldn't figure out the details of Cao Wangchuan for the time being and was unwilling to act rashly. The unknown was the most fearful thing.

Damn, what is the identity of this man who calls himself a Beijinger? Chen Ping doesn't know yet, but it's probably not simple. In Beijing, where there are so many children of high-ranking officials, he can cultivate such a super playboy style. How can he be such a super dude?

Ordinary people.

Glancing at Qin Yanran, who was smiling happily, Chen Ping turned his head and raised a playful arc at the corner of his mouth. Sometimes it's actually a good thing to dig into other people's corners.

Cao Wangchuan watched Chen Ping's back gradually disappear, his eyes flickered slightly, and he asked softly: "Yanran, do you know Chen Ping's background?"

Qin Yanran shook her head honestly and said she didn't know. Although her level was considered high in the eyes of her peers, she was obviously not qualified to access some special information. However, she saw that her boyfriend was so interested in that bastard, so she didn't know.

After talking about some things about Chen Ping, Qin Yanran didn't notice the increasingly conspiratorial look in Cao Wangchuan's eyes.

After all, she is still a woman who has just graduated from school. She is innocent and arrogant. She believes that the law is sacred and love is eternal. She is very ignorant and happy and believes that evil outweighs good. Perhaps the policewoman will become a philistine, vulgar and scheming in the future.

But at least it was innocent. Cao Wangchuan looked at Qin Yanran, touched her hair, and suddenly felt a little shameless.

This is the standard of being a bitch and having to erect a memorial arch.

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In an era when people eat people without spitting out their bones, if you don't count others, others will frame you. It is not unusual for any obscene incident to happen in the upper class. This is a paradox, which fully illustrates the helplessness of the so-called upper class group.

There was singing and dancing at the official banquet, but it was a different scene in a business hotel opposite the Hualong Hotel.

In a room on the sixth floor of the hotel, a tall white man was quickly assembling a sniper rifle in his hand, with skillful skills and a meticulous expression. After the assembly was completed, the bullet was loaded, he came to the window with the gun in his hand, and then aimed at the door of the hotel.

, quietly waiting for the target to be killed tonight.

Good snipers often have extraordinary patience and endurance. The tall, stern-faced white man stood by the window, holding the gun motionless, constantly adjusting the scope, striving to be perfect in all aspects. Last time he

It has already failed once, and this time there is no room for mistakes. A top gunsmith always kills with one hit. It was a shame for him that someone suddenly intervened and the operation failed when he was performing the last mission, so he decided

This time I washed them all at once.

For half an hour, the dinner party inside the Hualong Hotel still showed no signs of ending. The white man holding the gun was not in a hurry and still stared at the hotel door.

The door silently opened a small crack, and then a slender dagger with shining silver light stretched out from the door, separating the two sections of thin wire used as a simple alarm at the door, and a figure gently pushed the door.

He walked into the room without making any noise.

The killer was still waiting patiently with his gun in his arms. The uninvited guest smiled sarcastically, leaned slightly towards the window sill, and suddenly burst out silently.

The white killer finally realized something was wrong. An instinctive sense of danger made him suddenly turn his head, and then he saw a face that was handsome but full of murderous intent and a dagger that was quickly swiping towards his neck.

The killer was also experienced. He didn't hesitate when he was about to die and used the sniper rifle as a stick to throw him back. The person would take the opportunity to escape. Although it would be a shame to fail again, it would be much better than losing his life.

The uninvited guest who sneaked into the room silently had no expression on his face, but his speed could be called abnormal. He swayed to avoid the sniper rifle, took a few steps and suddenly rushed towards the white killer, and then kicked him.

Any outstanding sniper will only end up in despair when a master gets close to him, and the white killer is no exception. He has excellent marksmanship and almost always hits the mark, but his close combat ability is obviously not up to par. He was caught up and kicked by the man behind him.

Immediately he staggered and was about to fall down. The man who suddenly came in didn't say a word. He quickly took two steps and approached the killer. He stretched out his hand like a knife and hit the killer's neck hard.

Although the killer's unique skill is all about marksmanship, he has obviously practiced his skills for a while. He tilted his head subconsciously and saw an uninvited knife strike on his shoulder. The crisp sound of broken bones suddenly came to mind, and the killer's face changed.

Bai, gritted his teeth and couldn't help but groan in pain.

Murderous!

The man who suddenly ruined the killer's good deeds sneered slightly, grabbed the arm that had been disabled by him, raised his leg and kicked the killer's chin again, and his strong figure of nearly 1.9 meters flew into the air in an instant.

He flew up and was kicked hard against the wall.

There is no way to fight back.

Domineering and majestic.

The uninvited guest who sneaked into the room seemed to understand the principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you. He did not relax at all. He rushed over with a dagger in hand. Looking at the European face that was distorted by pain and fear, he chuckled and said: "Jack, right? Morning

I told you, don’t mess with people you shouldn’t mess with. Since you don’t listen, then go on the road. There is no heaven or God in China, but there is hell. I hope you have a good time.”

The slender dagger touched Jack's neck lightly, and blood spattered wildly.

The perverted character who easily got close and killed a top gunsmith in a few moves stood beside Jack's corpse, looked at his body that was gradually losing its vitality, and chuckled: "Remember, Chen family, Zhang Sanqian."

(Third update... Please help me, there are fewer red tickets today than before...o(︶︿︶)o Alas, Xiao Wu rarely releases the third update, so I promise everyone, I will do it on May Day,
Chapter completed!