Chapter 187: Fox

This is the fourth day of Xie Jinsong's overtime, and the big tree of the Han family has been entrenched in the imperial capital for more than half a century, and it is too difficult to dig it out at once.

  Even if the people's police can catch Han Zhicheng's goods when they arrive on the shore, Han will lose a layer of skin at most and send two substitutes for the dead ghost in, Han Zhicheng will still live freely. But for the dead ghost, he might have a choice.

  "Luo Ming, it's Wang Ming who is in charge of this batch of goods."

  "Yes. Wang Ming is equivalent to Han Zhicheng's left arm, helping him deal with the import and export trade, and he is also the one who connects with foreign trade. Also, he was in charge of Han Zhicheng's small half of the black market trading. ”

  Xie Jinsong listened to Luo Ming's narration, and the pen cap in his hand tapped the table again and again: "Uncle Han's family has a big business, so he shouldn't mind losing such a little minion." ”

  His voice seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud, black and oppressive, making people breathless. But this is the one Luo Ming is familiar with, and he is invincible in the mall.

  "Let our people get ready, after we do it here, we can reveal those little things about Wang Ming over there. Whether it's handed over to the media or handed over to the police, in short, this time I don't want Han to escape the economic check. ”

  "Yes, I'll do it."

  Later, Xie Jinsong took the initiative to contact Han Zhicheng and invited him to dinner, which was at the hotel where Han Zhicheng calculated him last time.

  When Han Zhicheng arrived, Xie Jinsong was already waiting for him, and seeing Han Zhicheng's arrival, Xie Jinsong stood up politely, with a gentle smile on his face: "Uncle Han, please take a seat." ”

  "How come Xiao Xie has time to invite me to dinner, it's rare!" Han Zhicheng is in his fifties, and half of his hair has basically fallen out. The body is not bloated, and you can still see the shadow of the young man, the face that has been soaked in the wine pond meat forest is oily and slippery, and the eyes hide the calculations that have been up and down in the mall for many years.

  "I just came back from a business trip, but fortunately with Uncle Han's help over the years, the juniors should invite the elders to dinner."

  Being touted by Xie Jinsong, a vain smile appeared on Han Zhicheng's oily and slippery face: "They are all capable of the younger generation, how can I help!" ”

  Xie Jinsong smiled silently.

  "Xiao Xie should have something to do with me coming out today, right? If you have something, just tell your uncle, and your uncle will help you if he can help you. Han Zhicheng was refreshed by Xie Jinsong's praise, so he naturally wanted to express himself.

  Xie Jinsong's eyelids lifted slightly, and he glanced at the person opposite: "Uncle Han, today's junior purely invites you to have a meal, not to talk about business." If you have to talk about it, Uncle Han's recent business, I'm afraid you have to be careful. ”

  As soon as Han Zhicheng heard Xie Jinsong's words, his body immediately straightened, and his calculating eyes showed a terrifying gleam: "What does Jin Song mean by this?" ”

  Xie Jinsong took a sip of red wine gently, and the crimson liquid rushed into his mouth, stimulating his taste buds: "Uncle Han don't be nervous, I just heard that someone is staring at you, come and kindly remind you." After all, you can't do it without the business district of this imperial capital. ”

  Han Zhicheng had already practiced the eight-sided exquisite exercises, and immediately smiled: "Okay, Xiao Xie's reminder I wrote it down, Uncle thanked you here." As he spoke, he drank all the red wine in the cup, and a little greed appeared in his cloudy eyes, "Besides, isn't most of the business district in this imperial capital in your hands?" Maybe I'm an old man who needs your help. ”

  "Whatever Uncle Han said, if you need help, it is naturally your duty to be a junior." Xie Jin didn't smile at the skin, and hid his green-faced fangs well.