Updated: 2011-05-25

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When he got up the next day, Chen Ping could go to the ground to move, and his mind was a little confused, but he was much better than yesterday. Chen Fusheng arrived home very late last night. After learning about what happened to his son, he looked calm and didn't feel too irritable. He was like a pool of stagnant water. After chatting with Chen Ping for a few words, he returned to his room and continued to be busy with his mysterious career. Tang Aozhi was a little puzzled by Chen Fusheng's attitude, but Chen Ping was not surprised at all. He was wronged and beaten and humiliated from childhood. The old man never asked about it. He clearly stated that he wanted to get the place back. So from a long time ago, Chen Ping had already started to get used to dealing with the situation he had made. At most, he added Bu Yixuan to clean up the mess together. Although he was a little tired and felt a little aggrieved from time to time, he could barely feel happy.

In fact, although Chen Ping was right, Chen Fusheng's reaction this time was obviously different.

Chen Fusheng came to the study room, walked around the desk and sat on a pure wooden chair, relaxed and closed his eyes to rest. This was his habit. He would sit here to contemplate every time he encountered something that he needed to think deeply about. His study room was not big and the decoration was not luxurious. Two rows of bookshelves were all books, full of stuff. The book bibliography was mostly between professional and amateur, with a variety of categories. Next to the two rows of bookshelves was a huge blackboard, which clearly recorded a connection picture that was enough to make a phoenix man who was thinking about climbing up. With the sharp evaluation of everyone, it looked shocking. The entire study room was not decorated with giant ink paintings, nor did it show its grandeur. In the room of nearly 30 square meters, the ancient colors were all filled with the smell of books.

Chen Fusheng leaned on the chair and was silent for a long time before slowly opening his eyes. He picked up the phone beside the table and gently pressed a string of numbers. After the other end of the phone was connected, he said singly: "He wants to give my son a little surprise. We might as well surprise him. You can do whatever you want. I'll just wait for the result."

A lazy and charming voice came over the other end of the phone.

"no problem."

In the 30th floor presidential suite in Nanjing Jinling Hotel, the atmosphere was particularly depressing. An old man in his 50s sat on the sofa, looking up at an oil painting hanging on the wall, dazed and dazed. Beside him, a woman with a calm face dressed in a simple manner as if she was incompatible with the surrounding environment, with no expression on her face. Behind them, a middle-aged man was far less elegant than the two of them. He was kneeling on the ground with a panic on his face, his body trembling slightly. A face that had been properly maintained for many years was covered in sweat. He lowered his head and did not dare to move.

The old man sitting on the sofa had no intention of speaking, but just looked at the oil painting on the wall. After a while, he said lightly: "You did a good job this time, very well."

Two consecutive times made the middle-aged man behind him even more frightened. He crawled slightly, his head almost pressed to the ground. He could climb to this position and master most of the resources in Nanjing. Of course, he would not be a scheming rookie. Although the dissatisfaction in his master's tone was not obvious, it was enough to make him feel terrified. He lowered his head tightly and kept his voice calm, saying, "Boss, this time I was dereliction of duty. I didn't explain my subordinates well. I will make up for it immediately. This situation will never happen again."

The old man sitting steadily on the sofa did not move, his tone as calm as ever, as if nothing could cause his emotional fluctuations. He asked faintly: "Remedy? How to remedy? Or should I directly send a killer to kill the boy of the Chen family?"

The middle-aged man's face was covered with cold sweat, and he was crying without tears. After flying from Beijing this time, the boss just gave him a little bit of color to the boy of the Chen family. What to do is to deal with it? It was entirely because he carefully grasped the decision he made after a long time of consideration. Unexpectedly, this great Bodhisattva was not satisfied. The middle-aged man who was unsure of the heart did not dare to talk to him for a while, for fear that he would say something wrong and be done by this great man who held the power of life and death.

He didn't speak, and the old man didn't continue to ask. The woman beside him was motionless, as quiet as a statue.

The whole living room became more and more depressed in the silence of the three of them with different thoughts, almost breathless. The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, not daring to move his knee that was already numb and almost unconscious, and gritted his teeth and carried it to death. He was not stupid. He decided not to speak even if he was beaten to death before he understood the needs of his master. Last time, the boss was dissatisfied with his own reasons. This time, he was a little bit wrong, and he really couldn't imagine the result he had to face.

The boss who sat in front and turned his back to him never turned around from beginning to end was definitely not a bodhisattva full of compassion. The pressure to do things with him is much greater than usual. If you don’t have a lot of attention, you may not even know how you die.

"Give you another chance."

After a long and suffocating silence, a sound finally came from behind the sofa, which sounded like the sound of nature in the middle-aged people's ears.

The middle-aged man who had been blown through sweat in a expensive suit was like a general amnesty and immediately patted his chest to ensure that he would do the job well. Seeing that his master did not respond, he couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Boss, what should the matter of the Chen boy be handled in what way?

The old man sitting on the sofa did not look back or speak, but waved his hand and signaled that he could go out.

The middle-aged man's face changed and he almost cried. He felt that the boss's instructions this time were much more difficult than ever before. His specific intentions were unclear and he relied on his own to understand. This was so damn unsure. What kind of lesson was to teach the other party? As a boss, you have to say something, right?

The middle-aged man's face was unstable, and he knelt in place, a little at a loss.

"go out."

The woman who had been standing next to the old man suddenly spoke. She looked at the sweaty middle-aged man and said lightly. Although her tone was light, it had an unquestionable meaning.

The pale-faced middle-aged man knelt on the ground and climbed backwards out of the living room, his eyes full of fear, as if this woman was like a flood in his eyes.

The old man who sat on the sofa and had never moved his body suddenly sighed and said, "Wait."

The middle-aged man who had just climbed to the door stopped immediately, raised his head, intending to listen to his master's orders.

"How are the people you sent out to follow the Chen boy?" the old man asked lightly.

The middle-aged man's expression froze, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "Two deaths and one injury, serious injury."

The old man waved his hand and stopped talking. He didn't even stare at the oil painting after his subordinates completely climbed out of the room and said lightly: "It's interesting."

In a hidden surveillance room in Jinling Hotel, Chen Fusheng, who had been looking at the old man in the room for a long time, slowly curled a smile on his lips, and said, "It's interesting."

Is this a tacit understanding?
Chapter completed!