After sending his mother to the car, Guangguang instructed his cheap father, "You go call now and call them over." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Guangguang, who are you calling?"

Yangyang, I don't understand that the way Guangguang and Uncle Jing talk seems to have changed?

Jing Baitao glanced at his son and went to make a call. After making the call, he looked at his daughter, and then turned to his son to cast doubts: let Yangyang leave.

Is this going to be shot?

But is it really good to let your daughter hear this?

A flash of worry flashed in his eyes.

"It's nothing, it's just that some of Uncle Jing's friends are coming over to catch up, Yangyang, are you okay watching TV inside? You can eat melon seeds and smoothie while eating, I won't tell my mother secretly." ”

"Really, Uncle Jing, what Guangguang said is true?"

Yangyang likes to eat smoothies very much, but her mother said that she can only eat less, and Guangguang and Uncle Jing listen to their mother's words, and now that they have food, it doesn't matter if they go inside to watch TV.

"Really. Guangguang replied.

"That's great. Yang Yang was really coaxed to the back room again.

There was no need to wait for Jing Baitao and Guangguang to wait for long, a veteran named Miao Qinghua came, he was the subordinate that Jing Baitao transferred to his son, an orphan, and one of the dead soldiers that the Jing family had cultivated since childhood. He will always only listen to Jing Botao, but not long ago, he became Guangguang's subordinate.

It was he who came into contact with Boss Li.

"Little master, third young master, 530367 come to report!"

Miao Qinghua's appearance is quite ordinary, the kind that can't be found if you throw it in the pile. At this moment, he is dressed like he is very rich, wearing a thick gold necklace around his neck, and the clothes on his upper body and the pants on his upper body are all big colors, which is particularly tacky, but people can see at a glance that he is very rich.

In postmodern terms, it is: local tyrants.

However, when he himself appeared in front of the father and son, he was standing in a military posture, which was very strict about the respect of his subordinates for his superiors.

"Three days later, I took people to Zhuhai to loot all the goods from Japan at Pier 3 and transfer them to the Northeast...... Pier 12, no matter where the goods come in, all the goods will be eaten by Boss Li. A week later, half of the cars and appliances smuggled from England and France were left in the south.

Boss Li has a few pharmaceutical factories in his hands, you help to restore them quickly, and the matter of planting medicinal materials is also mentioned to him to increase the speed, and then let him give him two percent of the profits, we are three, and he is seven.

If someone talks to you about 'cooperation', you can talk about it, let the three points go out, and let those local sons and buddies eat a little. It doesn't matter if Dora comes in. For the rest, you can read the plan I gave you earlier.

The goods coming in from Pier 3 and Pier 12 need to be cashed out immediately. "These two big deals were remembered by Guangguang when he met Li Pingyuan in the western restaurant yesterday. Although Li Pingyuan was in prison at this time in his previous life, he still knew some of the actions of his Li family.

Of course, it was Guangguang who went to check it himself, and then he remembered the big events that happened at that time, which were the past few days.

"Okay, I'll do it now. ”

Miao Qinghua didn't say anything to the four-year-old Guangguang, he didn't have any doubts, after listening carefully, he wrote down the key, gave a military salute to their father and son and left, and after going out, he cooperated with the toad mirror and returned to the appearance of the outburst local tyrant.

"When you get the money, you're going to enclose the land? you need so much wasteland?...... Wouldn't it be too risky?"

The plan that was more than 100 pages long, Jing Baitao read it. Although it was the son who dictated it and asked the people below to write it, even if the land in the provinces is cheap now, it will take a lot of money to sell it in a large area. He now knows what his son wants so much money for.

So now that the land is enclosed to build a house, will there really be so much money to buy a house in the future?

Are people in the countryside really willing to move to the city?

Jing Baitao may have no problem carrying out the task, but of course he was shocked by the long plan. However, he was still a little hesitant.

Now that Guangguang is beginning to build his own foundation, he, as Lao Tzu, feels a little powerless.

"Rich and dangerous, I think Jingshan Avenue has already contacted you, right? You know if your second uncle is clean or not, right? What do you think the old lady will do?

Have you ever thought about if, the old lady, doesn't do what I say? Next year, if you are really transferred away again, something happens to the Jing family, who can help?

You know, money can make the devil grind, and I've only been deploying it a few months in advance. Now you can't get rid of the garbage in your team, do you think a tree as big as the Jing family will have less scum?"

Guangguang, his eyelids jumped a little today, and he didn't know if he had forgotten something. The feeling of panic made him very uncomfortable, and until now, the cheap dad's A special team could only transfer Mo Weiping, and it was only possible for three months.

Three months later, will Mo Weiping notice anything, or will there be other actions on the Lin family's side? There is also the death of the cheap father next year, there are too many suspicions, but he has no way to defend it, so he feels even more uneasy.

He was afraid that if he didn't speed up, it would be too late.

Jing Baitao was silent for a long time: "Then Yan City will also listen to your arrangement." ”

What he meant was that the people he could use in his hands were also managed by his son together with the team of dead soldiers assigned to his son by the Jing family. It is not impossible to go out of Yan City to make money and lay your own foundation in Yan City. You know, the countryside surrounds the city, and many times it can be used.

And those things can not go through the hands of Jingshan Avenue, and they can not go to the bright side.

The two fathers and sons were chatting, and Yang Yang, who was watching TV inside, ran out of breath, and in just a few steps, Yang Yang's eyes were so anxious that his eyes were red, and with a choked voice, he rushed to Guangguang's side: "Guangguang, Uncle Jing, something happened to my mother." Just now, an uncle called and said that there was an urgent call...... He also said that his mother was gone. ”

After speaking, Yang Yang burst into tears.

She knew what it meant that her mother wasn't there...... She was afraid.

"It's okay, it's okay, Yangyang, be good, don't cry, let Uncle Jing call back and ask clearly. Guangguang, holding Yangyang, immediately patted and comforted her.

Jing Baitao was also shocked, but his actions and brain were just as fast as his reaction. Strode into the room, picked up the phone and pressed the phone number, which rang a dozen times without answering. Then I dialed it to another number, and it was through.

"What? Qiguang is in Yangcheng? Did he take Zhenzhen away? Okay, I know, you act according to your plan to ensure the safety of the hostage, and you can't let her hurt even the slightest. Forget it, I'll come and join you right away. ”

Jing Baitao put down the phone, his whole face was gloomy, the only fish that slipped through the net five years ago. will actually appear in Yangcheng again five years later, and dare to tie him up.

"Guangguang, you and Yangyang are in the hotel, don't go anywhere, I will let someone come over to protect you, I'll go out first." Yangyang is good, my mother will be fine, Uncle Jing will pick up my mother now. Jing Baitao kissed his daughter on the face.

He took a pen and paper and left a set of codes for his son: "If you don't have a number, no one will recognize it." ”