Han Zhuo's fingers lightly tapped on the coffee table, it seemed that Jian Youchen, the great master of national arts, was not omniscient and omniscient.

The Nanzhou plague is such a big thing, the city government can block the news and hide it from the world, keep him in the dark, and now even his own son can be suddenly assassinated.

However, Han Zhuo was even more curious, what kind of person would dare to attack the Jian family in the mainland?

After Jian Youchen learned of the situation, he immediately sent the three martial arts masters who gave him the Dharma protector in the hall that day to Jiangzhou overnight, after all, he was still not at ease, and decided to arrange the affairs in the hall the next day, and then he went over in person.

Han Zhuo asked, "How is Jian Wei?"

Jian Youchen was a little relieved: "The murderer's goal is very clear, that is, Zuo Liang, and he did not hurt Weiwei. ”

"Coincidentally, I'm going back to Jiangzhou tomorrow, so let's meet at the Jiangzhou branch. ”

"That's great, I always thought that the Jian family had bothered Mr. Han many times in private affairs, so that I was embarrassed to talk to you this time. ”

"I don't care about any private affairs, there are two sides to the situation, your family treats me with sincerity, I naturally respond with sincerity, Old Man Jane, you just take the words 'the world for the public' too seriously. ”

Jian Youchen sighed, and did not argue with Han Zhuo about "public and private" matters, but suddenly said: "Mr. Han, I have one more thing to hide from you, ...... that day"

Han Zhuo interrupted directly: "Is it about the two brothers and sisters Lu Qiu Jing and Lu Qiu Bai?"

The other side was silent for a few seconds, and finally Jian Youchen still sighed: "I knew that I couldn't deceive Mr. Han's eyes, it was indeed I who brought their brothers and sisters over, I didn't expect the central government's clean-up operation this time to be so vigorous and resolute, and in such a short time, it was actually going to cut down the weeds and eradicate the heavenly veins." ”

"Haven't you been guarding against the Heavenly Vein? Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots should be good for you. ”

"Alas, Mr. Han, it's hard to put into words. ”

"Then don't talk about it yet, since you still have important matters, rest early today, and go back to Jiangzhou tomorrow to talk about it." ”

Han Zhuo hung up Jian Youchen's phone here, made a few more calls, and contacted Cheng Fei, Mao Xiaoxin, Jiugong, and even Chu Qiang in the deep mountains of the Imperial Tomb, and explained the affairs of Nanzhou properly before he could leave with confidence.

Especially Jiugong, let him be sure to supervise Ying Zhicheng, strengthen the training of Ying Zhicheng's ghost control and corpse control technique, and let them forge the Dragon Yin Sword as quickly as possible.

Jiugong was still a little curious on the phone: "Lord God, where are you going, how do you feel like you are explaining what is happening after you die?"

"Do you think I'm approachable enough to joke around now?"

"Hah...... Haha, the imp doesn't ...... Can't. ”

"Do your own thing, the forging drawing formula of the Dragon Yin Sword has been given to you, I will leave for a while this time, but I will definitely come back before the Nanzhou Secret Realm appears, and when the time comes, I hope that the Dragon Yin Sword I want is ready for you." ”

"Lord God, it's not Jiugong and I shirk my responsibility, you leave this matter to Ying Zhicheng to do, in case the time comes......"

"He didn't do a good job, and I'm looking for you. ”

"Huh? Why?"

"What do you think? You're my ghost slave, and he's still under you. ”

Jiugong couldn't cry or laugh, and scolded his mother in his heart, so he had to say: "Know...... Got it, the imp was honored. ”

After everything was explained, Han Zhuocai returned to the bedroom to continue practicing, until the next morning, when the east sky broke, Han Zhuocai collected his strength, came out to look around the house, and lived in this apartment in Liangpu for a while.

He thought about it, but still didn't contact Jiang Yang, this little girl should still be in the hospital with her mother now, according to Tang Huaizhong's statement, it is estimated that she will have to be isolated and observed for about a week before she can be discharged from the hospital, and Jiang Yang will naturally come back to clean the house by himself.

Han Zhuo wrote a note and left it on the dining table, leaving Mao Xiaoxin's phone number and the number plate of the house in the villa area, and asked Jiang Yang to clean the house inside and out when he came back.

The villa is much larger than this flat-floor apartment, Jiang Yang is naturally not enough alone, so let her find Mao Xiaoxin to get money and recruit a few more cleaning workers.

Han Zhuo thought that Mao Xiaoxin was already in a hurry to manage a company, and there was no need to hand over this bit of logistics to her, and he only trusted Jiang Yang now.

After all, it is his own private residence, how secret it will be in the future, and it is better to have fewer people flowing, so he called Mao Xiaoxin again and explained it before getting up and going to Tang Huaizhong's residence.

Tang Huaizhong's spirit has been highly tense due to his work for several days, and he has not even been to the temporary apartment prepared for him by the city government, and he has been making do with the dormitory on duty in the epidemic prevention department for so many days.

Even now that the epidemic in Nanzhou has been controlled, it did not make Tang Huaizhong feel relaxed, but he just had a good rest for a night and called his subordinates for a meeting early in the morning.

Han Zhuo sat down to the Health and Disease Control Building, which is more like a compound, and the majestic city government building can not be compared, the main building is only seven stories high, the whole body of milky white wall paint, named "Nanzhou City Health Building".

After all, Han Zhuo came for the first time, and wanted to use his magic sense to locate the location of Tang's arms, thinking that there was no need to bother with that, he directly asked the doorman to help convey it at the gate: "Hello, I want to find Director Tang." ”

The old man of the doorman looked at him with a little disdain: "We don't have Director Tang here!"

"There is no Director Tang, called Tang Huaizhong, oh yes, he is the director of the Jiangzhou Health Bureau. ”

"Then what are you doing here? ”

Han Zhuo was stunned for a moment, obviously this uncle was not going to convey it to himself, but he couldn't figure out what the reason was, and it was not the first time he had bumped into similar occasions, the first time he saw Ren Mengying and others at a dinner in Jiangzhou, they determined their "worth" from their own clothing taste.

"Why do you come here to the Health Bureau to find Uncle Tang, do people also want to look at their clothes and talk?" Han Zhuo looked at himself, "Hmm, I didn't wear a shabby dress today." ”

He is usually not very elegant, but he did improve his clothes today, semi-formal short-sleeved T-shirt, slacks, and specially wore a pair of leather shoes, because Han Zhuo knew that Tang Huaizhong was going to take him to participate in the enlistment physical examination in Jiangzhou today, and he was afraid of embarrassing Uncle Tang, so he specially packed his bags.

The old man of the doorman immediately answered his doubts, but he still had a disdainful attitude: "Who do you think you are, you have to find the director if you come over in the morning without saying a word?" ”

Han Zhuo asked, "What should be there...... Program?"

"The procedure is that if you stand here now and can talk to the director, I will let you go immediately, but I don't think you have that ability, so let's go, this is not the place for you." ”

Han Zhuo said lightly: "You can let go with the director in two sentences, then if I pass ten sentences, ......"

Before he finished speaking, the old man of the doorman interrupted: "Don't, don't, don't want ten sentences, if you can understand four sentences, I'll carry you up, okay?"

Han Zhuo shook his head, took out his mobile phone to call Tang Huaizhong, and was just about to dial, when a black car drove in at the door, and then the old man of the doorman ran out early, nodding to the co-pilot of the proud car: "Mayor Wei, are you here?"

Han Zhuo put the phone in his hand and weighed it twice, thinking, "Come on, you don't need to call Uncle Tang, I just don't know how this old man is doing." ”