The news of Cheng Junjie's return made Mu Jiannan vaguely feel that something was going to be wrong. Especially when some of the personal stories of Licograss were put on the table, this sense of foreboding hidden in his heart became stronger and stronger.

But just as Di Xiaodi said, Mu Jiannan was also worried that Cheng Junjie would use that incredibly powerful force to overturn the entire Mu Hua in an instant.

Mu Jiannan leaned back in the boss's chair, squinting his eyes. From the beginning of the business to today, the pictures of every important turning point, like a movie shot, appear in his mind one by one.

The first stall, the first storefront, the first workshop, factory, office building......

Mu Jiannan opened his eyes suddenly, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes in an instant. He grabbed the phone and dialed a number.

Ten minutes later, there was one more person in Mu Jiannan's office.

Cheng Jianhua sat opposite Mu Jiannan expressionlessly, neither of them spoke, but they already seemed to have said everything.

Mu Jiannan stared at Cheng Jianhua tightly for a long time, and finally couldn't help but sigh, and said in a deep voice: "Jianhua, did your nephew reveal anything?" ”

Cheng Jianhua shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

"How could you not know!" Mu Jiannan's voice suddenly raised his voice, and then immediately lowered the tone, and after a pause, he continued, "I mean, after your nephew came back, haven't you even been to see him?" ”

Cheng Jianhua smiled slightly and asked rhetorically, "Why should I go to see him?" He died as a master, not as his biological father. ”

Mu Jiannan gritted his teeth, but he grinned and showed a smile that was difficult to see: "Your nephew's master is not simple......"

Cheng Jianhua was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help laughing: "Lao Mu, aren't you not simple?" ”

Mu Jiannan could hear Cheng Jianhua's dissatisfaction with letting Mu Yunan deal with Cheng Junjie, so he couldn't help but take a breath and said with a gloomy face: "Jianhua, I think these are two different things. ”

Cheng Jianhua shook his head and said, "In your opinion, they are two different things, but in my opinion, they are the same thing. It's just that the hunter and the prey have shifted positions. Lao Mu, I knew that there was today, why did you rush to kill them all in the first place? ”

Cheng Jianhua said it clearly, and Mu Jiannan no longer pretended to be stupid.

"Jianhua, I just want to know something. Does your nephew have anything to do with it? ”

"I don't know." Cheng Jianhua shook his head and replied lightly, "After returning from Xiatang Township, he has been staying at home. According to my brother, the child was holding a flower pot for three days, and basically didn't say a word. ”

Mu Jiannan couldn't get useful information, so he could only retreat and ask: "Then your nephew, is it possible to ......?"

"I don't know." Cheng Jianhua shook his head, Mu Jiannan's brows locked closer, but he heard Cheng Jianhua continue, "But I know that Junjie's child, when he was bullied, he would only cry when he was bullied. However, as long as others don't bully him too badly, he basically forgets about it after three or two days. But if you really mess him up......"

Cheng Jianhua raised his head and looked at Mu Jiannan's emaciated face very innocently, and said in an extraordinarily heavy voice: "He dares to kill." ”

……

Mu Jiannan was silent in the room alone for a long time.

My heart is unusually entangled.

He began to regret a little, regretted not educating his son well, regretted letting Mu Yunan go to become Junjie, but regret was useless.

"No one should touch my stuff!"

After more than thirty years of blood and sweat, Mu Jiannan couldn't watch them disappear. Even if they were at fault at the beginning, how many dirty things are there in this world, and they are draped in the banner of seemingly righteousness outside? In this society, there is no clear boundary between right and wrong. But at least Mu Jiannan is sure of one thing - the loser will never be right.

Mu Jiannan no longer hesitated and took out his mobile phone.

……

Di Xiaodi was not surprised to receive a call from Mu Jiannan.

Even the old fox character can't hold his breath in such a life-and-death situation.

What's more, Di Xiaodi's last reason to Mu Yunan was very simple-

Assuming that Cheng Junjie has the ability to initiate relationships, Muhua Group will become history. Under this premise, once Cheng Junjie makes the first move, the fate of Mu Yunan's father and son can be imagined; If Mu Yunan makes the first move, then Muhua Group is likely to continue to prosper and contribute to society. Of course, if Cheng Junjie didn't have a relationship with the above, killing him would just be fulfilling Mu Yunan's promise. Don't worry about any consequences at all.

Probabilistically speaking, Muhua has a 25% chance of disappearing from the world. And Mu Jiannan will never allow even a 0.25% chance to exist.

Therefore, what Mu Jiannan said to Di Xiaodi was also very simple: "Take good care of Yunan." ”

Hanging up the phone, Di Xiaodi showed a satisfied expression, and said in a voice that he couldn't even hear clearly: "People, once you are afraid, your IQ will be low." Intimidation, what a good way to kill people and sell goods......"

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Cheng Junjie's first month's salary fell into Zhang Fangfang's hands, and it became a railing outside the windowsill.

A few years ago, in response to the call for fire prevention and anti-theft, the closed guardrails of the windows outside most of the houses in the city were removed, so that they would not be burned to death in the event of a fire.

At that time, Cheng Junjie felt that this statement was very bad. Because if the fire is fierce, even if there is no closed guardrail, by the time the fire brigade comes, it will definitely be ashes. So the reason for removing the window cover should be changed to this: if the fire is very large, the residents who do not have the window cover may still have a chance to survive by jumping from the 6th floor to the green space below.

But no matter what, the guardrail of Cheng Junjie's house was still demolished at that time, and a subsidy of more than 100 yuan was taken, but Zhang Fangfang was missing a large area for drying clothes and quilts.

For this reason, Zhang Fangfang nagged for three or four years, but because it took more than 2,000 yuan to rebuild an unclosed guardrail, Zhang Fangfang, who was not willing to spend money, waited for her son to graduate, and finally had a new place to dry clothes.

However, at this time, the guardrail outside the window of Cheng Junjie's room was not a dress, but a flower pot.

A flower pot with the ashes of licograss.

The weather at the beginning of September is humid and sultry, the cold and warm air currents from the south to the north of the Jianghuai River are still colliding with each other and not distinguishing the winner or loser, it usually rains twice a week, a rain for three days, a rain for four days, and the sun will come out when it occasionally stops in the middle, and the water vapor on the ground that has not dried up will be evaporated, making a mess of this watery place in Nuanzhou, if it is a natural large bathhouse.

Cheng Junjie looked at the flower pot blankly, silent, obviously not relieving himself from his grief so quickly.

Even though he almost had to face Zhang Fangfang's happy smile when he regained his hanger all these days, that heartless emotion was not enough to make him happy.

"Handsome guy! Answer the phone! Handsome guy! Answer the phone! ”

Cheng Junjie was stunned, picked up his mobile phone, pressed the call button, and said in a tone that was only a little more vivid than a zombie: "Hey." ”

Su Qingshan paused, sighed, and said, "Xiaocheng, let's mourn and change." ”

Cheng Junjie nodded, Su Qingshan heard that there was no movement here, and continued: "Let's go back to work in the hospital tomorrow." I arranged for you to be in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, following Dr. Zhu Linfeng. ”

"Okay."

Cheng Junjie put down his phone and whispered to the flower pot: "Master, I'm at work." ”

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