Qiu Yuping was attacked in his bedroom, which alarmed the Dongyang police and also the Lin'an police.

Even Wang Liguo rushed over in person as soon as he heard the news.

People in the intensive care unit, listen to the doctor, life should be fine. The injuries were limited to the severed legs.

Guardian outdoor corridor, Wang Liguo, director of the Lin'an Municipal Bureau, several people from the provincial department. and a lot of police officers coming from outside.

Qiu Yuping is half a public figure, and he is also a peerless good man recently created by the media. Entrepreneur, philanthropist, youth representative, ranking of the national rich list......

The title of all this, after being attacked in the bedroom, earthquake-like.

There are a lot of people here, and there are even more people who are busy with this case. In the adjustment of monitoring, set up cards to check the entry and exit of vehicles and a series of means. Just wait for Qiu Yuping to wake up and get more clues.

The Lin'an Municipal Bureau took on a lot of pressure at the first time, and the director Wang Peng was even more frequently irritable.

With such a well-defended community, the murderer can go to Qiu Yuping's bedroom silently, which is not something ordinary people can do. Judging from the scattered surveillance videos, even the figure has not been found. In the bedroom, fingerprints and footprints are nowhere to be found.

How to get into Qiu Yuping's bedroom, the possibility that the main door does not alarm the nanny is almost none. The rear window was locked from the inside according to the babysitter, how did it open from the outside without any signs of damage......

Wang Peng was born as a criminal police officer and has handled cases for half his life, and he has never encountered such an illogical and unbelievable situation. With such a skillful method, it is inevitable to step on the path and monitor the insiders?

The anti-reconnaissance ability is so strong, Qiu Yuping was delayed for several hours after being injured, is the other party still in Lin'an?

But no matter how difficult it is to investigate, it must be investigated. Olfactory sensitive media have appeared around the hospital one after another. It was only a long time after the accident that I smelled the signs. Wang Peng considered whether to rectify the internal atmosphere and dared to leak anything to reporters.

Qiu Yuping woke up.

The painful legs, even if they have been given painkillers, are still unbearable. His face was pale, resentful, and terrified.

What if the attacker had broken his neck?

Han Dong must be Han Dong.

The shadow reflected in the glass is like him, and the means are like him.

……

Han Dong's car was still at the gate of the municipal party committee, and the person had just returned to the car.

The time to wait for Fan Canghai is not short, and the two have communicated by phone recently. Didn't meet, but got a little familiar.

Knowing that he would be in the office, Han Dong drank half a bottle of mineral water in the car and went to the office.

I have to go back to Dongyang, and I always have to say it before leaving.

Fan Canghai still doesn't have a good impression of Han Dong, but he is curious about what he is looking for himself. Answering the phone and saying that someone was coming up, he didn't let him stop.

I sat down at the reception table and made a pot of tea, and after waiting for about a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

He casually let in and raised his head, it was Han Dong.

The mental condition seems to be poor, and there are bloodshot spots in the eyes, as if he has not rested well. Let people come, and Fan Canghai will definitely get by on face.

If you don't like a person, there is no need to be evil, this is the principle of his life.

"Xiao Han, sit. ”

Han Dong sat opposite him with a smile: "Secretary Fan, good Yaxing." ”

Fan Canghai pointed to the small cup on the table: "You're welcome, taste it." ”

Han Dong took a sip of the cup, praised it, and bypassed the topic: "Secretary Fan, I've bothered you these days!" He didn't care and continued: "The main purpose of my trip to L City is to build another food factory with my comrades, and I want to build my own factory. But the relationship is not clear, I can't get a permit, I want to find Secretary Fan for you to help coordinate......"

Fan Canghai glanced at him: "Why can't you get a permit for legal land use?" ”

Han Dong would definitely not win the Tai Chi with him, smiled, and took out the check from his pocket: "Secretary Fan, you can help and coordinate ......"

Fan Canghai didn't even look at the amount, and his face sank: "Xiao Han, who taught you to play this set." ”

"Don't get me wrong, this is a coordination fee, not for you. ”

Fan Canghai put the teapot on the table and made a soft snapping sound: "Put it away, hurry up and let me go." ”

Han Dong looked helpless, and wanted to persuade him to accept it, but when he saw that he was going to take a picture with his mobile phone, he hurriedly put the check in his pocket again: "Secretary Fan, our country needs an upright official like you." I misbehaved, my fault, my fault!"

After Fan Canghai was angry, he was secretly suspicious.

Han Dong has a security company that dominates the southeast province under his hands, and it cooperates with the army and the bank. There is no reason why he can't handle it himself because he built a factory in L City and made a special trip to him to give gifts?

Unreasonable is unreasonable, Fan Canghai doesn't understand each other. I just want to send this young man who can't see through it away, at least without having to commute to and from work to see that Bentley to be an eyesore.

To evict customers directly, a phone call came in.

Fan Canghai picked up his mobile phone and listened to a few words, surprised: "What?" asked a few words, quickly hung up, and looked down at the news.

Qiu Yuping had his legs broken in his bedroom and is now in the hospital, where the police are trying to track him down.

The news fermented very quickly, and last night's incident was on several authoritative domestic media today.

When Han Dong heard the content of his call, he also took out his mobile phone and watched it and teased: "Secretary Fan, it seems that someone is eyeing Qiu Yuping, a good man...... I really don't know what to do, to attack and attack those who are unkind to the rich!"

When Fan Canghai saw this news, he was much more comfortable than drinking tea. Even with it, Han Dong also looked at it a little more pleasing to the eye: "I still have something to do later." If you should go, go first, let's talk on the phone if you have something. ”

"Secretary Fan, I'll try to communicate with the district again. I really can't communicate, I'll look for you again. ”

Fan Canghai had the heart to pay attention to Qiu Yuping's affairs, waved his hand, turned his back to Han Dong and began to dial the number.

Han Dongzi didn't need to stay longer, drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, and walked out of the office.

It is true that he intends to invest a sum of money in Cai Congming's food factory, but it is fake to send a check. The check itself was fake, and he was sure that Fan Canghai would not accept it and sent it on purpose. After staying in L City for so long, there must always be an explanation.

Going out, the sun is shining. The weather is gradually entering autumn, less hot, and the wind is cooler.

The smile that Han Dong had kept in Fan Canghai's office dissipated, and he stretched out his arms.

The mobile phone in his pocket was also buzzing and vibrating, and his wife's call should have come from the news. It's been a few days of cold war, and there is no contact. It wouldn't be such a coincidence that as soon as the news came out, she called.

Han Dong didn't answer, and didn't want to talk to her about things on the phone. Inevitably continued to harass, so he simply intercepted the phone completely, and then invited Cai Congming to come out for a drink to confirm the investment. He had to go back and let Zhenwei's people come and make contact.