Chapter 489: Closing the Net (1)

At ten o'clock in the morning, Leng Binghan appeared on time in the quiet courtyard of the capital.

"Xiao Han is here?"

Seeing Leng Binghan's handsome figure appear at the door, Chen Yunhua hurriedly got up and greeted him with a smile.

Chen Yunhua is Mr. Wang's secretary, and Mr. Wang's original secretary, Li Mingyang, had already been sent to a prefecture-level city in Henan Province two years ago to serve as deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, and Chen Yunhua could only take over this job after Li Mingyang left.

Don't look at the position of Old Man Wang's secretary is not high, but he is at the department level, but even a party leader is polite in front of him, and he doesn't dare to put on a score. "The seven-rank official in front of the prime minister", not to mention the founding father like Mr. Wang, the most personal secretary next to the top boss of the central government? There are really few people in the country who can afford him to stand up and greet him, except for the few remaining old men of the founding fathers and the few cabinet bigwigs who are now in power.

In Chen Yunhua's impression, he has never seen Old Man Wang care so much about anyone, even if it is for his own relatives and confidants, or his grandchildren, there are certain regulations, and he will definitely not be like Leng Binghan now, it is completely out of whim. This heavily guarded courtyard is basically undefended for Leng Binghan, basically Leng Binghan can be received by the old man no matter when he comes. And Leng Binghan is also the only junior with a foreign surname that the old man will always think about, even if it is his old man's grandchildren, they have never been so concerned. For others, this is absolutely incredible. It can be seen that the status of Leng Binghan's godgrandson in the old man's mind is definitely different from ordinary people, perhaps, he has already surpassed the category and concept of godgrandson, and is closer to the feeling of relatives.

Therefore, although Chen Yunhua is extremely arrogant in his bones, he is kind and enthusiastic towards Leng Binghan, and does not put on a reserve and shelf.

Over the years, Leng Binghan has often come to the courtyard, and he is also very familiar with Chen Yunhua, and said to him with a smile: "Brother Chen, hello! What about the old man? ”

Although Chen Yunhua is in his thirties and much older than Leng Binghan, the title of "Brother Chen" is not something that everyone can call.

"The old man is waiting for you in the study!" Chen Yunhua said with a smile, but he was full of feelings in his heart, and he had never called someone in person like the old man, in his impression.

"How is the old man doing lately?"

"Okay!" Chen Yunhua led the way in front and replied with affection.

Don't look at the old man is 90 years old this year, but after the cold treatment, the body is still relatively healthy, and the life is very regular, after getting up in the morning, he will walk back and forth in the yard, and according to the cold advice, practice half an hour of five poultry plays, finish breakfast, listen to the secretary read documents and newspapers for 30 minutes, and then slowly paced to the study.

As the old man's secretary, Chen Yunhua naturally hopes that the old man's health is good, so that his future can be brighter and more ambitious. Who would want to be a secretary for the rest of their lives? Chen Yunhua also hopes that one day, he can get a good placement like his predecessor.

Along the way, Leng Binghan looked around, suddenly frowned, and asked Chen Yunhua in a low voice, "Brother Chen, is there anything different here today?" ”

"Oh? Why do you ask that? Chen Yunhua looked at Leng Bing Han with some surprise.

Leng Binghan smiled, the guard force of the courtyard was originally very strong, but today it gave people a feeling that was a little different, the guard force in the Ming and Secret was at least several times stronger, and the cold and cold could be felt, just along the way, or accompanied by Chen Yunhua, at least there were countless vigilant eyes looking at him, there must be some reason.

But when Leng Binghan walked into the old man's study and saw the chief sitting in it, everything understood.

When Leng Binghan entered the door, the chief sat still, as calm as a rock, as if he had not seen Leng Binghan's arrival, and his heavy longevity eyebrows were lowered, and he never shook a star.

Old Man Wang was standing with his back to the door, his hands behind his back, his head half-tilted, and he looked intently at a calligraphy and painting on the wall, as if he had extremely deep feelings. That word, Leng Binghan often comes here is more familiar, it is a cursive "Man Jianghong", the whole layout is majestic, one hand is wild grass iron painting silver hook, force through the back of the paper, but I don't know which one of everyone's ink treasures.

"Hello two grandfathers!" Leng Binghan stepped forward, bowed like a ritual, and greeted Ann one by one, but the two old men turned a deaf ear and ignored it completely.

Seeing this, Leng Binghan couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, looking at this posture, the two old men are going to come to Xingshi to ask for crimes, but they don't know what teachers are going to ask for what crimes? You must know that although the chief rarely appears in front of the public, every move is very important, if there is nothing important, he will rarely leave Xishan, this time he appears here with Old Man Wang, I'm afraid things are not so simple.

However, Leng Binghan did not have the slightest panic, and just stood quietly without saying a word.

Chen Yunhua did not enter the study, but closed the door outside. The atmosphere inside was really oppressive enough, and he couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for Leng Bing in his heart.

Time passed quietly, and the study was quiet, not even a sound, and the whole atmosphere was unusually solemn.

I don't know how long it took, but the chief, who had been silent, suddenly raised his thick eyebrows, and his cold and lightning-like gaze swept over suddenly, with a stern taste, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This stinky boy, under the pressure of this atmosphere, can still behave so unpretentiously and humblely, and he is really quite bold. You know, I don't know how many heroes are trembling in front of them, and they don't dare to take a breath.

"Sit down!"

The smile on the corner of the chief's mouth flashed away, and he became serious again, his eyes stared at Leng Bing Han with a glittering gaze, and he said expressionlessly.

Leng Binghan had noticed a long time ago that there was still an empty position opposite the chief, which was a pineapple wood carved Taishi chair, which was light and recognizable. Leng Binghan was not humble, sat down on the Taishi chair, glanced at the tea set on the coffee table, and was not polite, picked up the boiling water bottle next to him, cleaned the tea set, and opened the posture of making kung fu tea.

The two old men glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but look at each other, this stinky boy really didn't see the outside, and he simply regarded this place as his home. But for the sake of his delicious kung fu tea, I don't have the same knowledge as him.

This is also the cold cold, there is this treatment. Other people, even if the old man is extremely close to his confidants, it is already a very high courtesy to be able to enter here to talk, and they are all cautious, where would they think of what to drink tea? If you put it in front of him, you may not dare to take a sip.

After a while, Leng Binghan skillfully brewed the tea and respectfully sent it to the two old men, and the fragrant tea actually provoked the two old men to swallow a mouthful of water.

"Xiao Han, what are you doing?" After the chief took a sip of the tea with an endless aftertaste, he remembered the purpose of calling him here, said with a straight face, and threw the few documents in his hand in front of Leng Bing cold.

Leng Binghan picked it up and looked at it, it was a summary of some foreign newspaper reports, some originals, some translated into Chinese. Leng Binghan himself is proficient in eight foreign languages, and he can easily understand the content without reading the translation.

The first information is about the acquisition of Tianteng Company on Wall Street in the United States, and the general manager Mu Jinzhong was shot dead in the office. The second information is about the mysterious death of Zhu Mingyuan, the Chinese owner of the French Red Rose Company, in the villa, and the police preliminarily determined that it was gas poisoning after investigation. The third information says that when Canadian real estate tycoon Du Hai left home to work, his car suddenly exploded, and Du Hai, his driver and bodyguards were all killed......

Leng Binghan looked at other materials again, and found that they were all similar to the previous ones, basically related to the recent sniping of Chinese companies in various countries, the mysterious death of the company's principal, and finally the analysis report of the investigators, pointing out that there is a powerful force in the world targeting these Chinese companies recently, and it is estimated that there will be a certain conspiracy within it.

"What's wrong?" Leng Binghan flipped through these materials, and then looked at the two old men very calmly and asked.

Old Man Wang is even more majestic than the chief, and there is basically no trace of a smile on his black face.

"What's wrong?" Old Man Wang finally spoke, and said angrily: "Do you dare to say that these incidents have nothing to do with you? ”

"I did it." Leng Binghan said indifferently, his tone was still very calm.

"Why? Don't you know that these are all Chinese companies? Why do you want to target these businesses? The chief's eyes were blazing, staring at Leng Bing Han, and he said calmly. The tone has a solemn meaning like a mountain, and the two 'whys' actually carry a faint palpitating coercion.

Leng Binghan was unmoved, his expression was still indifferent, and he said in a tone that was calmer than the chief: "No why, since you want to fight the tiger, you naturally have to cut off the tiger's minions!" ”

"Huh?" The chief pondered for a moment, frowned and shook his head, and asked in disbelief, "What do you mean?" ”

Leng Binghan smiled slightly, took out a file bag, and said, "The two grandfathers will take a look at this thing first." After that, he leaned back on the Taishi's chair and never said a word again.

The chief and the old man Wang glanced at each other inexplicably, picked up the file bag and took out a few pieces of paper from it, glanced at it very casually, and suddenly changed their faces.

"Bang!" The chief slapped the table fiercely, his eyes glared coldly, and asked, "Are these materials true?" ”

Leng Bing felt a heavy pressure rushing over his face, almost suffocating. This kind of evil aura unique to Yuan Rong, who has been in a high position for a long time, is really unbearable for ordinary people, Rao Leng and Binghan have long been mentally prepared, and he also feels angry for a while.

"It's true!"

After a while, Leng Binghan took a deep breath, trying to calm down his churning qi and blood, and his eyes stayed on the faces of Old Man Wang and the chief for a while, the chief's face was as cold as water, but he nodded his head very lightly, and his eyes softened a little.

Seeing the leader's abnormal performance, the old man Wang was also very surprised to pick up the information from the table to take a look, his expression changed, his expression was complicated, he didn't know whether he was happy or embarrassed or annoyed, and only after a while did he say to the chief: "Old leader, do you think it?" I just said that Xiao Han would not do that kind of thing that harmed the interests of the country. The tone was full of a faint pride, a look of reassurance flashed in his eyes, looking cold, his eyes were kind, and his gaze was very soft.

Leng Binghan couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief. Don't look at your abilities, but under the pressure of the two old men, that feeling is not so good.

Sniping at these companies is indeed their own planning and planning. The reason why Leng Binghan designed to snipe these companies is, of course, that these companies are inextricably linked to the Ding family, and even many companies are secretly controlled by the Ding family, constantly laundering money for the Ding family, and even stealing a lot of national wealth through loopholes in various system management. Since Leng Binghan wants to deal with the Ding family, he naturally has to cut off his arm first.

But buying murder was Zhu Jianjun's own idea. In his words, since the Ding family dared to invite mercenaries to assassinate Leng Binghan internationally, he also retaliated by issuing a reward of hundreds of millions of dollars internationally, and the object of the reward was, of course, the person in charge of these companies. If it weren't for Leng Binghan's strict prohibition on him from touching the people of the Ding family in the country, the target of his bounty would be Ding Chenming, the core of the Ding family after all, and let them taste the taste of being assassinated by the hired organization.

Compared with power, maybe in China, Feiyuan can't compare to the Ding family, but if it is more than money, a hundred Ding families will not add up to see it.

"No wonder you're going to take these companies under the knife, so you already knew?" The chief frowned, but his expression eased a little, but he also said bluntly, "But Xiaohan, those people are all innocent, they are all Chinese elites, will it be too ...... for you to do this?"

Before the chief finished speaking, Old Man Wang sneered, raised his eyebrows, and said angrily: "Old leader, just allow them to invite someone to kill Xiao Han, and don't let Xiao Han fight back?" What kind of reasoning is this? ”

The chief was speechless for a while, and after a long time, a strange look suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, like loneliness, and even more like a deep self-deprecation, and said slowly: "This is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other!" ”

"Old chief, Old Man Ding is no longer the old man Ding who took the lead and was dedicated to the public." Old Man Wang also sighed lightly, got up and walked to the front of the "Man Jianghong" just now, and after staring carefully for a while, he slowly took down the word. The movement is very slow and heavy, as if holding something weighing tens of millions of pounds.

Looking at Leng Binghan's slightly puzzled eyes, the chief explained softly: "This is what Lao Lao gave to Lao Wang at the beginning. ”

Leng Binghan also sighed in his heart, the unbreakable friendship that fought side by side in the war at the beginning has now been mixed with too much worldliness and struggle for power, which may be the most distressing and sentimental thing for the old man.