Chapter 452, the moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing!

TEPCO. Office of the President.

Jiang Keren was sitting at his desk reading a document when there was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in." Jiang Keren shouted.

Then, the door of the room was pushed open, and Jiang Rulong, who was handsome and extraordinary in a black suit, walked in. In his hand was a tray with a glass teapot containing a burgundy liquid.

"Auntie. I've made some snow top tea for you. Jiang Rulong said with a smile. Walked up to Jiang Keren with the tray and put the tray on Jiang Keren's large desk. And with his own hands, he skillfully poured a cup of fragrant tea into a small cup and held it to Jiang Keren's hand.

"Like a dragon." Jiang Keren closed the document in his hand, looked at Jiang Rulong and said, "I said, you don't have to do these things. I'm going to drink tea, I'm going to do it myself. There are also secretaries outside. They'll help me. You came to TEPCO to learn knowledge and management, and you have more important things to do. ”

Jiang Rulong looked modest and obedient, nodded again and again, and said, "Aunt taught me a lesson." I know that I came to TEPCO to learn knowledge. I've been trying to learn from my aunt and other great management staff. I promise that I will live up to my aunt's expectations of me. ”

He pointed to the tea on the table and said, "I know that my aunt is busy with work and may not have time to drink tea by herself." The tea made by the secretaries outside is only scalded with boiling water, how can it enter the aunt's mouth? I happened to have a little free time, so I made some snow-capped tea given to me by the master of Chinese painting Li Mingfu. He said that it had a health care effect, and that it could also reduce fatigue and improve sleep quality - so he thought about sending a pot to his aunt. ”

"Thank you." Jiang Keren said. Reach out and don't hit the smiley person. Although Jiang Keren knows that his nephew is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he will definitely not treat himself as respectful as he appears on the outside. However, when people bring tea, she can't drive people away immediately. Pointing to the chair in front of him, he motioned for Jiang Rulong to sit down, and asked, "Rulong, are you still used to this time when you come to Dongdian?" ”

"I'm not familiar with TEPCO. I also have no previous experience working in a corporate company. Usually I only know how to immerse myself in painting, and people become stupid-" Jiang Rulong laughed self-deprecatingly. "So, I'm coming in to TEPCO now with my eyes and ears. Watch more, listen more, study the business hard, integrate yourself as soon as possible, and become a member of TEPCO. ”

"Hmm. You're right in that thinking. Jiang Keren nodded and said. If you don't understand anything and just point out, it's just a joke. ”

"That's what my aunt said." Jiang Rulong smiled and agreed.

But he secretly hated in his heart, he knew that Jiang Keren was beating him.

As soon as Jiang Keqi entered TEPCO, he pointed out that there were loopholes in the accounts and proposed to audit all senior executives. Jiang Keren quickly cut off the industry under his name, while inciting other high-level executives to exert resistance. Jiang Keqi's knife had just been raised, but he found that he was being pointed at his chest by countless muskets.

What else could he do?

Rat-thrower, prestige sweeping.

Jiang Keren has been in charge of TEPCO for many years, with outstanding ability and outstanding performance. Those executives who were also of great prowess obeyed him. It is impossible for them to shake her position in a short period of time, and they can only bring shame on themselves.

Fortunately, it was Jiang Keqi who jumped out last time, and this matter seems to have nothing to do with him on the surface.

Of course, it is understandable that Jiang Keren is suspicious.

Who made Jiang Keqi a complete drunkard straw bag?

"I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, I'm afraid of pig-like teammates." Jiang Rulong commented on his third uncle. It was Jiang Rulong who pointed out the financial loopholes of TEPCO to Jiang Keqi, what he meant was to give Jiang Keqi a preventive shot first, so that after entering TEPCO, he should pay more attention to this information when working and collect information as much as possible. When the time came, they hit with one blow and drove Jiang Keren down from the position of president of TEPCO, and the two quickly took over.

What he didn't expect was that Jiang Keqi was excited after listening to his words, thinking that his opportunity to make a contribution had arrived. Before he sat in the position of the deputy director of finance, he even shouted out to check the accounts - and said that this could force Jiang Keren to obey his orders and become his puppet president.

Was he tricked into getting kicked in the head?

Jiang Keren was about to say something more when the office door was pushed open, and her personal assistant Wen Jing walked in quickly with her mobile phone in her hand.

Wen Jing glanced at Jiang Rulong and said to Jiang Keren, "Phone." ”

"Hmm." Jiang Keren looked at Jiang Rulong and said, "Like a dragon." I still have something. I'll find you again when I have time. ”

"Okay. My aunt is busy first. Jiang Rulong got up, smiled at Wen Jing and nodded, and then turned around and walked out of the large office.

When the door of the office was closed, Jiang Kecai took the phone and said, "Which one?" ”

"Sister. It's me. Jiang Keqing's voice came from the microphone. Before Jiang Keren could ask anything, Jiang Keqing was already shouting hurriedly: "Tang is seriously injured and hospitalized." ”

Huh――

Jiang Keren jumped up from the leather chair all of a sudden, frowned and asked, "What's the situation?" ”

"I asked someone to inquire. When he was filming, the prop bomb turned into a real bomb, and he was injured by the bomb—" Jiang Keqing said.

The worry on Jiang Keren's face was even worse, and he couldn't sit down anymore.

Bomb wound, can this injury be light? At worst, he lacks arms and legs, and at worst, he may not even die.

She walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window with her mobile phone in her hand, and there was irrepressible anger in her voice, shouting, "Who? ”

"I don't know." Jiang Keqing said. "I've got someone to investigate. Now I am rushing to the hospital. Tang Chong's safety is key,"

"I'll go to Pearl." Jiang Keren said.

"Sister. Don't come yet. Jiang Keqing said. I'll go see the situation first. If Tang Chong is fine, everything is easy to say. If anything happens to Tang Chong, don't blame the old lady for being ruthless. You stay at TEPCO waiting for information. TEPCO is now internally unstable, and you can't leave it easily. What if they were trying to divert the tiger from the mountain? Besides, as soon as you come out, the people of the Dong family have another explanation. We can't fight on both sides. ”

Jiang Keren clenched his fists, and his face seemed to be covered with a thousand years of frost.

"Whoever it is, rip off a piece of his flesh." Jiang Keren said murderously.

"I know how." After Jiang Keqing finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Jiang Keren stared at the fragrant snow-top tea on the table, the color of the tea was like red blood.

"Prepare the car." She whispered.

Wen Jing quickly walked over and opened the door of the office room, and instructed the team to prepare as she went-

The Hate Hill Prison at night is quiet and peaceful.

No bickering, no noise, not the slightest noise. The prisoners were kept in cages and kept to the rules of the prison. If there are violators, the cell bosses of each prison number will use various punishment methods on behalf of the prison patrol officers.

The use of prisoners to manage prisoners is a method used in every prison. But it is rare for a prison to be so thoroughly executed like Hateshan.

Throughout China, Hate Mountain Prison is a special existence. It seems to have been abandoned by the world, but some repeat offenders will be sent in a steady stream.

After eating a large pot of noodles in the prison cafeteria, the bearded man once again made another tour of the prison according to the rules, and then went to his office to read the newspaper for a while.

He had just pushed open the door and walked into the office when the phone rang just in time. It's like the phone is waiting, waiting for him to call the police the moment he walks in the door.

The two prison guards on duty tonight were standing at the window smoking cigarettes, far away from his office, when he reached out and grabbed the microphone and asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

He doesn't use a mobile phone, and the only way to communicate with the outside world is the office landline. Of course, this is mainly for the purpose of quickly contacting the outside world in case of prison emergencies. Most of the times the phone rings, it's someone else, so he asks 'who to look for' directly.

Soon, his face became solemn, and his eyes were murderous.

Dozens of seconds later, he hung up the phone without saying a word.

He stared at the red telephone for a full minute, then closed the office door and walked out.

"Big boss, don't read the newspaper today?"

"Let's go back and rest early. It's all right with us at night. ”

Two subordinates who stood at the window and smoked took the initiative to greet him.

The big boss walked over with a blank face, as if he hadn't heard them.

He's always been like this, so everybody is used to him being like this - blackface.

The bearded man returned to his house.

He took a shower and changed into a white-washed camouflage outfit. There were still a few holes and some brown stains on the camouflage suit, and I don't know what liquid was stained with and couldn't be cleaned.

He took out a pair of well-kept leather boots from the cupboard, wiped the already clean leather boots with a white rag, and then carefully put them on his feet.

Then, he took out a silver box from the cabinet. Inside the box is a military thorn.

A bizarrely shaped triangular military thorn.

The barb design of the military thorn is very cumbersome and dense, and if it is stabbed into the stomach, the slightest stirring will make people break their liver and intestines. It's like a meat grinder.

Those who know the goods know that this is a weapon used by a mysterious special forces in the early years, and now it has been eliminated.

He inserted the thorn# into the leather groove in the calf. I also patted it with my hand.

After thinking about it, he touched two large steamed buns from the kitchen that he hadn't finished breakfast and stuffed them into his arms.

Bath. Change. Wipe down the knife.

Tonight the moon is dark and the wind is high, which is suitable for killing.