Chapter 64: Swearing to the Heavens

The taxi stopped in front of the "Matsunosato" gate, and Minamizawa Yu got out of the car and glanced at his watch, and walked to the hall in a hurry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The greeter at the door recognized him at a glance and immediately showed a courteous smile, "Good evening, Mr. Nan." Are you going to Cloud Gate?"

Nan Zeyu nodded, "Has Mr. Tao arrived?"

"It's here. ā€

"How long has it been?"

"About ten minutes. ā€

Nan Zeyu showed a satisfied look and walked into the elevator.

As soon as he entered the "Cloud Gate", Nan Zeyu saw an old man in a suit and leather shoes kneeling upright in the room and waiting. The old man's hair was dyed black, and at first glance he did not look old, but the fat bags under his eyes and wrinkled skin still showed his age.

This person is Tao Wu, his eyes are dull, and his eyes are not bright, but his expression is still full of alertness. After hearing the sound of the door opening, he hesitated for a moment and immediately got up, apparently with serious vision problems.

When Nan Zeyu walked into the room, Tao couldn't stand up, he shook his coat slightly, and his posture was straight. Although the top of his head is slightly bald, and he is a little blessed, he is still well-maintained overall.

"Sit down. Nan Zeyu waved his hand, then turned his head and instructed the waiter: "Soak a pot of bamboo leaf green." ā€

"Is it still a big Han Chunqiu?"

"Yes. ā€

The waiter closed the door respectfully.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" As soon as the waiter went out, Tao couldn't wait to ask.

"I didn't see it, it was Jiaojiao who said she met a beggar with golden pupils. Nan Zeyu squinted his eyes and said.

"Jiaojiao encountered?" Tao couldn't be surprised, "So, Bai He also saw it?" He was a little panicked, and his voice unconsciously raised a little.

Nan Zeyu shook his head, and his two thick eyebrows furrowed, "Bai He shouldn't have seen it, otherwise she wouldn't be so calm." ā€

Tao couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, "Is it a foreigner or a Chinese?"

Nan Zeyu took off his coat and hung it on the drying rack, then slowly walked over to Tao Fu and sat down, "It's hard to say." Jiaojiao said that the person's speech and appearance were Chinese. ā€

Tao's expression looked even more nervous than his son-in-law's, "Could it be ...... Is it Han?" small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his speech became slurred.

Nan Zeyu's face turned cold, "Impossible!" he said categorically, "If the surnamed Han doesn't escape from prison, maybe he will still be alive." If he jumps headless into a deep pool, he will be a dead man. What's more, all these years, my people have never received any news about him. Besides, Jiaojiao is not so stupid that she can't tell the difference between the old and the young. ā€

"That's what you're talking about. Tao nodded heavily, "Well, it could only be Mous." ā€

"It doesn't make sense. Isn't Mous dead for decades?If he is still alive, how can he not move all the time, and now he suddenly appears again?" Nan Zeyu habitually took out his pocket and took the cigarette case, but he felt empty, and then he remembered that his cigarette case was forgotten in the car, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Damn." ā€

Tao couldn't hear Nan Zeyu's curse, and became more nervous, "You say, could Mous have deliberately followed Jiaojiao?"

Nan Zeyu's eyes were extremely grim, "It's hard to say." I'm calling you here today to tell you to be on your guard. I'll have someone check it out right away, if that beggar is really Mous, huh!"

At this time, Nan Zeyu's mobile phone seemed to be responding, and suddenly rang, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and immediately pressed answer, "Found someone? What can you do?"

He ended the call in a fit of rage, his face as gloomy as the cloudless sky.

The knock on the door sounded inappropriately at this time, the waiter opened the door and walked in with an ebony tray. The waiter knelt down and slowly boiled water and tea for them, and the room fell silent for a moment.

"Okay, you go out first, something will call you. "It was Tao who broke the silence.

When the waiter closed the door, he asked, "Did the man surnamed Mo run away?"

Nan Zeyu gritted his teeth and said, "This old fox actually knocked the police unconscious and ran away!"

Tao couldn't be dumbfounded: "That must be him! I remember he was very good at kung fu." The thought that Mous might be close at hand shuddered as Tao couldn't help it, "So, in '91, he didn't die?

Nan Zeyu was very dissatisfied, "That time in 91, wasn't it also the information you provided?"

Tao couldn't hear this, he was a little embarrassed, he lowered his head, "There were too many people who died at that time, maybe the information was wrong, it was my fault." ā€

Nan Zeyu snorted coldly, "If you hadn't done a good job, the club wouldn't have sent me." ā€

Tao couldn't nod his head again and again, and his back was even hunched: "Yes, thanks to you for speaking for me in the society." ā€

Nan Zeyu glared at him impatiently, "You can't always make trouble for me!"

The three words "cause trouble" were like a soldering iron, and Tao couldn't be so hot that he trembled all over. He knew that the other party had something else to say, but as if he were a sinner, he stood up and bowed deeply.

Nan Zeyu waved his hand, and remembered that he couldn't see it, so he said angrily: "Anyway, you should be careful lately." If there's anyone in the world who wants to kill you the most, it's Mous. ā€

Tao's expression was bitter, he didn't speak, just knelt down again, and then sighed weakly.

Nan Zeyu picked up the lamp and took a sip slowly, "However, this is not entirely a bad thing. After all, he can lead us to amber, or whoever we want to find. ā€

Tao couldn't be a little puzzled, and just as he was about to ask, there was a knock on the door again.

"Excuse me, can I come in?" said the person outside the door was very polite.

"Who?"

"Gao Jin. ā€

"Oh, please come in. ā€

Gao Jin opened the door, and as soon as he saw that Tao couldn't, he immediately stopped, "Ah, Director Nan, it turns out that you have guests, so let's talk about it another day." ā€

"Mr. Gao, please stay. Nan Zeyu saw Gao Jin's embarrassment, "This is my father-in-law, it doesn't matter." ā€

Gao Jin nodded understandingly, he hurriedly entered the room and closed the door. He stood at the door, rubbed his hands, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Director Nan, actually, I came today to trouble you. ā€

Nan Zeyu smiled politely: "Mr. Gao, we also have a good relationship, so you don't have to be so polite." ā€

"It's not that I'm polite, it's really this matter......" Gao Jin hesitated for a long time, "Something happened to the shop." ā€

"What do you have to worry about, Mr. Gao came over in person, and asked his brothers to make a phone call. Nan Zeyu was still aggressive just now, but in a blink of an eye, he changed to a calm and relaxed face.

Nan Zeyu took another sip of tea, "Sure enough, it's good tea, I like to drink tea here at Mr. Gao." He looked at Tao Fu, "What do you think?"

Tao couldn't fan the hot air above the cup with his hand, "It's so fragrant." His words were said to Nan Zeyu, but his face was in the direction of Gao Jin.

Of course, Gao Jin didn't know the turmoil in the box just now, although his expression was calm, but the slightly faster speed of his speech still revealed the tension in his heart: "Since this is the case, then I will say it directly." ā€

Nan Ze Yu bowed his head.

"That's right, a while ago, a waiter in a small shop drank too much wine, didn't know how to do it, and jumped off the building to commit suicide. ā€

Nan Zeyu picked up Jianzhan, took a sip of tea slowly, and then said, "For such a thing, it's okay to call the police." ā€

Gao Jin took a step forward and said a little anxiously, "Call the police." However, it was not me who called the police. He hesitated, "It's the Marquis of Wanguo." ā€

Nan Zeyu was stunned for a second, "Who?

At this time, Tao Wu, who had been sitting quietly on the side, couldn't help but exclaim: "Could it be the legendary Hou Ye?"

Gao Jin didn't know Tao Fu, but in front of Nan Zeyu, he still had to give the old man some face, so he had to reply politely, "Yes." ā€

Nan Zeyu narrowed his eyes: "What, do you know this guy?"

Tao couldn't hurriedly say, "No, of course I don't know." He thought for a while, and then changed his words, "Didn't Bai He always mention this person a while ago, it seems that it was the rich man Mrs. Yu met at Kunming Airport?"

Nan Zeyu heard him mention Tao Baihe, and her face was displeased: "She sometimes likes to exaggerate. ā€

Tao couldn't dare to refute, so he had to be silent.

Seeing this, Gao Jin answered: "Director Nan, you may not know much, this person does have a bit of a background. Two months ago, Sotheby's Spring Auction, spent 300 million to buy a painting, and he was the one who bought it. ā€

Nan Zeyu pursed his lips, obviously a little unhappy, but Gao Jin patronized and spoke, and he didn't notice it for a while. "This foreigner's Chinese is so good that I can't make out the accent at all. ā€

Nan Zeyu couldn't listen anymore, so he interrupted and said, "This surname Wan is a foreigner?"

Gao Jin nodded: "He is not surnamed Wan, Wan Guohou is a nickname." I forgot what his real name was, he gave me a business card, and I was left at home. ā€

Nan Zeyu thought thoughtfully, "It's really troublesome for this kind of thing to involve foreigners." He sighed and asked, "What does this matter have to do with this Marquis of All Nations?"

Gao Jin replied: "Because the waiter in my store jumped off the building and happened to fall in front of Wan Guohou's car." ā€

Nan Zeyu let out an "ah", he straightened his face, "What the hell is going on?"

Gao Jin concisely introduced the meeting between Wan Guohou and him, and the more Nan Zeyu listened, the more confused he became: "Does this Wan Guohou want to make a big deal or do you want to calm things down?"

Gao Jin's eyebrows tightened: "It's hard to say." He took the manager of the small shop with him, saying that he had recently moved and lacked someone to take care of the house. He had a big background, and the police were downstairs at the time, so I couldn't stop him. ā€

Nan Zeyu said with a little complaint: "You shouldn't let him take people away, so you will be passive." Do you really think he lacks a housekeeper? All he wants is a first-hand confession from the store manager. ā€

Gao Jin spread his hands helplessly: "The situation was critical at the time, I didn't agree and I couldn't do it, although it was someone in my store, but after all, she even said that she resigned, I can't snatch it back." ā€

Nan Zeyu stared at Gao Jin: "Mr. Gao, it's not that I don't believe you, I want to ask, about the situation of the waiter jumping off the building, is everything you said true?"

Gao Jin became anxious when he heard this: "Director Nan, how dare I lie to you? I can't help it, Sha Gongzi is here, this matter can't be big." ā€

Nan Zeyu stood up, he walked to the other end of the room, looked at the painting hanging on the wall, and was stunned.

Gao Jin waited for a while, and seeing that Nan Zeyu had been silent, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "Director Nan?"

Nan Ze Yu said without looking back: "Actually, on the way here, I received a phone call, which was from Secretary Guo. ā€

Gao Jin was very surprised, "What you said can't be Minister Sha's secretary, right?"

"Exactly. ā€

Gao Jin's brain moved quickly: "So, you actually already know about it?"

Nan Zeyu turned around, with a smile on his face: "I want to hear what the party has to say, after all, Secretary Guo is just paraphrasing." What's more, he also admitted that Sha Gongzi drank a little too much that day. ā€

"So, you should have a conclusion now, right?" Gao Jin said cautiously.

"Well, I'll arrange this matter, don't interfere with it anymore. Nan Zeyu thought for a moment and added, "Are you sure that the person Wan Guohou took away will not make trouble?"

"Well, it should be. As a store manager, she usually doesn't come to serve KTV, and she should have gotten off work at that time, probably because she wanted to inspect it before leaving. As a result, she entered our box, just as the waiter jumped off the building. Alas, I'm also unlucky!"

Nan Ze Yupi said with a smile: "Since she doesn't know anything, then why do you want to stop her from going with Wan Guohou?"

Gao Jin showed an aggrieved look, "There's no way, it's dead! If she says something, it's hard for me to explain it even if I have 10,000 mouths." In this case, more is better than less. ā€

Nan Zeyu nodded thoughtfully.

The shrill ringing of the cell phone suddenly rang, and all three of them were startled.

Nan Zeyu reacted, it was his mobile phone, he glanced at the name on the display, and connected angrily, "Hey." ā€

After the other party said a few words, Nan Zeyu's expression changed, "You speak slowly." Who else? I know, I'll go right over. ā€

Hanging up the phone, Nan Zeyu turned his head to Tao and couldn't say, "You go home first." ā€

"What's wrong?" Tao couldn't seem to be infected by his nervousness, and he was a little flustered for a while.

Nan Zeyu gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what the hell they are doing." Wan Guohou was invited to the bureau for questioning, and happened to meet the family of the waiter who jumped off the building to make trouble. The family also called reporters, brought photographers, and even pulled up banners at the entrance of the police station. ā€

Gao Jin only felt that his scalp exploded, and he looked at Nan Zeyu as if asking for help.

Nan Zeyu grabbed his coat and walked out, he opened the door, turned his head and glared at Gao Jin fiercely: "You'd better tell me the truth." ā€

Gao Jin shouted, "I dare to swear to God!"