【Start】. Chapter 718: The Purpose of the Dark Council (Text)
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The rapid ringing of the phone woke Mo Shaokun from his sleep.
He hurriedly picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at Yin Fei beside him at the same time, and saw that she was not woken up, so he was slightly relieved and got out of bed and came to the living room.
"Hey."
"Shaokun, I'm sorry to call you so early." Wang Hai's voice came from the other side of the phone.
Mo Shaokun sat on the sofa and said with a smile: "Brother Hai, when did you become so polite?" I know you won't call me if it's not important, just say. ”
"There is indeed something wrong, just now I received news from Kyoto, that Li Yanshou has a problem!" Wang Hai said in a deep voice.
Mo Shaokun was slightly stunned and said, "Of course I know that he has a problem, why don't I let you check it." ”
"His problems should be much more than you think."
"Oh?" Mo Shaokun raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised, far beyond his imagination? Wouldn't that be too much of an exaggeration? Even if Li Yanshou was a member of the Dark Council, he wouldn't be too surprised.
"What did you find? You said. He said.
"Li Yanshou is the old Huang family's Huang Ziwen who has died!" Wang Hai said word by word.
The smile on Mo Shaokun's face gradually solidified when he heard this, and after a long time, he frowned and said in a deep voice: "Brother Hai, you shouldn't have made a mistake, right?" Huang Ziwen is dead, and many people have seen his body at the beginning. ”
"yes, that's why I'm saying it's far beyond your imagination. Yesterday Huang Ziwen went to Kyoto and stayed at the Lihua Hotel, I asked a comrade-in-arms who worked in the military intelligence department to help me keep an eye on him, and the comrade-in-arms just called me to tell me that Huang Ziwen was meeting a young man in the nightclub of the Lihua Hotel at two o'clock in the morning, and that young man was Huang Yiwu's eldest son and Huang Ziwen's cousin Huang Zihao! My comrade-in-arms secretly sent the miniature bugging device in when the waiter was delivering drinks, and he overheard the conversation between Huang Zihao and Li Yanshou, in which Huang Zihao called Li Yanshou Ziwen! ”
Mo Shaokun's brows furrowed more and more when he heard this, he knew that Brother Hai would never joke with him about this kind of thing.
But how is this possible? Huang Ziwen was obviously dead, and he also deliberately asked Fang Yun to find someone to confirm.
"I suspect that the old Huang family is playing a trick of changing the tanuki for the prince, the dead one should be a fake, and the real Huang Ziwen has become the current Li Yanshou after a makeover!" Wang Hai said again.
Mo Shaokun's face was unusually ugly, he was silent for a long time and didn't speak, no wonder this Li Yanshou who appeared out of thin air would find trouble for himself, if he was Huang Ziwen, then this would be too normal!
Taking a deep breath, Mo Shaokun asked, "What else did they say besides this?" ”
"It seems to be related to the dispute between the secretaries of Zhong'an Province, Secretary Qin is leaving, Li Yanshou seems to want the old Huang family to support who to take the position, but Huang Zihao said that this matter is relatively big, and he has to go back and discuss it with his family before he can give an answer, and nothing else."
"Who?"
Wang Hai smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know, they didn't clearly say who it was from beginning to end." ”
Mo Shaokun frowned, and after a while, he said, "Okay, I know." Brother Hai, I'm sorry for you. ”
"You're too polite, it's not a big deal, it's just a gesture."
"Well, then I'll hang up first, and I'm in touch with you for something."
After a pause, he said: "Let's not tell anyone about this matter, and your comrade-in-arms, tell me too." ”
"Don't worry."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Shaokun leaned on the sofa and thought carefully, and after a while, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly and a sneer appeared.
Li Yanshou asked the old Huang family to support someone to become the new secretary of Zhong'an Province, this should be instructed by the Dark Council, right?
No wonder the people of the Dark Council would appear in Anping, feeling that their purpose was this!
Yun Aijun had already said that the Dark Council's roots in Asia were very shallow, especially in Huaxia.
The secretary of the provincial party committee of a province can definitely be regarded as a high-powered big man in Huaxia, after all, the whole of Huaxia is only 34 provincial-level administrative regions.
If the person who successfully supported them from the Dark Council became the secretary of the provincial party committee of Zhong'an Province, it would play a huge role in the Dark Council's infiltration of Huaxia, not to mention anything else, at least there was a secretary in Zhong'an Province who could stand firm with the Dark Council, not to mention that if their people went further in the future, it would ......
Thinking of this, Mo Shaokun couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, the Dark Council really made a good calculation, and it had already touched this level quietly! If they succeeded, it would be too dangerous.
But who the hell is this person?
This person must be qualified to be the secretary, if his level is too low, let alone the old Huang family, even if the major families that are now in their prime want to pull it up, it will be impossible.
Every circle has rules for each circle, especially when it comes to the high position of the provincial and ministerial level, it is necessary to strictly abide by the rules, if he is not qualified enough, then it is useless for anyone to help!
In this way, it seems that there are not many people in Central Ontario Province who have this qualification, and of course, it is also possible that cadres from other places have come by parachuting.
However, Mo Shaokun felt that it was unlikely, since the people from the Dark Council had already appeared in Anping now, then this person must be the cadre currently serving in Anping.
Who will it be? Mo Shaokun frowned and thought hard.
Suddenly, a name appeared in his mind, Wang Zhaoxin!
Wang Zhaoxin is the full-time deputy secretary of the Zhong'an Provincial Party Committee, and he is currently the second-ranked figure in the provincial party committee.
And this person is also the backer of the Ghost Gang, and the Ghost Gang has something to do with the Dark Council!
Mo Shaokun's eyes narrowed slightly, he took a deep breath, and a sneer appeared on his face.
Raising his wrist to look at the time, it was only four o'clock in the morning, and he gave up his plan to call his father, who should still be sleeping at this time.
It's not good for him to go directly to Song Ye and tell them about this kind of thing, after all, Song Ye's task is only to deal with the Dark Council, and as for the matter of the political circle, he still has to let others take action.
"Shaokun, why are you up?" Yin Fei walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas and rubbing her worried eyes.
Mo Shaokun turned his head to look, and then a chuckle appeared on his face, "Why did you wake up?" ”
"Well, I felt like I was in a daze just now, so I'll come out and take a look when you're gone." Yin Fei yawned and sat down next to Mo Shaokun.
Seeing the mobile phone on the table, she said, "Someone is looking for you?" ”
"Well, Brother Hai called me just now and said something, I was afraid that I would delay your rest, so I came out to pick it up." Mo Shaokun hugged Yin Fei into his arms.
Yin Fei snuggled in his arms and said softly: "Shaokun, don't put too much pressure on yourself, you see if you can't eat or sleep well during this time, and you're busy from morning to night all day long." If you can get someone else to do something, let them do it. ”
Mo Shaokun smiled bitterly, he knew that Yin Fei was caring about himself, but now all the things he encountered needed to be solved by him personally.
As the saying goes, the backers of the mountains depend on everyone, and many things still have to be done by yourself in order to be practical.