The video conference was also officially opened, Xie Jinsong sat in the study, flipping through the materials that Xie Jinxiao had already prepared: "From now on, report the process one by one, and pick out the key points." ”

"Regarding Han's capital flow, we have already grasped the tax details, including several public welfare funds under Han's family, according to the informant's report, only one of Han's five public welfare funds is operating normally, and the others are used for underground transactions or money laundering......"

"Han's docks have a group of professional thugs to protect those who trade on the black market at the docks......"

"Han's batch of goods was smuggled over, and black means were used, and our people were watching in the dark. Han Zhicheng also bit very tightly, and we can only watch from afar. ”

……

Xie Jinsong listened to the report of the people below, his eyebrows frowned, he didn't expect that there were so many secrets buried under this seemingly leafy tree, no matter which one it was, it was enough for the Han family to be inspected obediently, and enough for Han Zhicheng to go to prison obediently.

"You can't go wrong with that shipment! Give them a hand when necessary to get the cargo to the shore in good condition. Don't move anything else, there are things that need to be brought to the surface little by little......" His voice was cold, with a vast chill, which made the people in the video shudder.

"Luo Ming, find someone to report secretly and hand over the materials. We won't mix in the muddy waters this time, let the people above check it. Recently, I have paid attention to Han's stocks, and I will help Uncle Han collect some when it is time to collect them. ”

"Yes."

By the time Xie Jinsong's video conference was over, it was already two o'clock in the night. Xie Jinsong pinched his eyebrows tiredly, and his tense shoulders relaxed a little. The Han clan has lived too long, but if he is willing to behave a little bit, Xie Jinsong will not be so desperate.

Xie Jinxiao made Xie Jinsong a cup of soothing tea in a timely manner: "Brother, go and rest." Let the rest be done by the people below. ”

"Hmm."

"Luo Ming stays and sleeps in the guest room." Xie Jinxiao took advantage of Xie Jinsong's closed eyes to give Luo Ming a look, and met with Assistant Luo, who was wearing a pair of pants at Xie Jinxiao.

"Okay, thank you, Ershao."

"No thanks, it's my brother's room anyway."

Xie Jinsong ignored them and went straight back to the bedroom. Today is really tired enough for the whole day, the November night has slowly climbed into the cold of winter, Xie Jinsong looked at the deep night outside the window, and his heart began to worry about the person in the distance.

Her hands were so cold, I don't know if she had covered the quilt properly.

Thinking of that person, he took out his mobile phone, and as soon as he pressed the screen on, several WeChat messages jumped into his eyes:

"Xie Meiren, remember to go to bed early, remember to turn on the lights."

"It's a little cold tonight, you turn up the heating a little more."

"It's a little cold tomorrow too, so you need to wear some clothes."

"Xie Meiren, your little sweetness can't stay up, it's going to sleep, good night."

"Good night" is followed by several cautions.

Xie Jinsong's tired eyebrows gradually rose a little warm: "Cover the quilt, good night." ”

Xie Jinsong walked straight to the window, looked at the deep night, and suddenly remembered a sentence: If you want to really get out of the past, you have to face the past, you have to cut it open with a knife, take out those old pasts little by little, and expose them to the sun. until the pus and blood are drained and the carrion is removed.

After all these years, he never dared to face his past. Even when he was picked up by his parents, it took him nearly three years to accept his mother.

This time, he wanted to hurry, for that person.