After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

"Sell your shares to the Lin family at a high price, and then acquire the Huitian Group at a low price. After you go to Huitian, you will still take over the hotel you have built now. I will give you some plans, about six or seven, and then... ··”

"stop!"

Nuan Nuan stood up from her boss chair and Han Qian said softly.

"have a question?"

"It's time for you to take your medicine at noon."

Han Qian suddenly felt a breath of air rushing through his body. In total, the girl stared at the phone for a long time, not thinking about what he said, but waiting for twelve o'clock. Nuan Nuan handed Han Qian the medicine and water together and said softly.

"It's useless to talk to you about these things. You just need to tell me what I should do and how to do it. The rest you have to talk to Lao Wen. After all, Changxiang was founded by him. Swallow the medicine. You Why does it take more effort to drink the medicine than me?"

Gudu!

Han Qian swallowed the medicine in his mouth. Wen Nuan opened Han Qian's mouth and checked carefully. After making sure he drank it, he returned to his desk with confidence and spoke again.

"You know what's wrong with me, so..."

"I have already made arrangements. I will start processing this matter tomorrow afternoon, but you need to sign on site. It's very simple. After two transactions, everything in Huitian Group belongs to you."

"Han Qian, what exactly are you planning, tell me?"

"I want to make the enjoyment yours alone."

After leaving Changxiang, Nuan Nuan held his chin with one hand and looked at the sky outside the window. He felt that Han Qian was getting smarter and smarter. If he had accepted him with an open heart during those three years, maybe the life between the two of them would have been better.

But Wen Nuan had already tried to accept Han Qian, and when he was about to achieve success, this guy filed for divorce?

The more Nuan Nuan thought about it, the angrier he became. The angrier he became, the more he thought about it. He turned around and looked at the desk in front of him.

"boom!"

The secretary outside the door was startled and hurriedly ran in. Seeing Vice President Wen’s head resting on the desk, the secretary breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest. At this time, Wen Wen suddenly raised his head and looked at it with tears in his eyes. secretary.

"Smile, it hurts~"

Nuan Nuan was the cutest and least scheming little girl. She rubbed her forehead and called her dad.

"Old Wen, Han Qian and I will go home for dinner tonight."

The son-in-law and daughter-in-law are going home? Wen She smiled and laughed.

"I'm going to buy wine. Xiao Qian likes to drink Wuliangye, right?"

“Han Qian doesn’t drink liquor!!!”

"You don't understand us men."

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Han Qian fled in the Glory General Department. After throwing the key to Su Liang, Han Qian ran away.

Back in the car, Yeats laughed and asked Han Qian why he was so afraid of Yang Lan. Han Qian had a arrogant look on his face while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"I'll let her go, do you understand?"

Yeats narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Then we are going back?"

It was impossible to go back. Han Qian was afraid that Yang Lan would eat him. Wasn't it because he didn't report to the company to take medicine on the first day? As for buying coffins and burial plots?

In District 8, Yeats didn't like this place. Whenever someone passed by, Yeats would grab Han Qian's arm to avoid him, but more people would stand in front of Han Qian, bend down and call him uncle.

Yeats grabbed Han Qian's arm and whispered.

"Mr. Han, you have a very high status in District 8."

Han Qian smiled.

"If someone gives us face, we have to go on. There is no status in this world. No one is afraid of anyone. We all have one head and two legs. At worst, we will die together. I don't suggest you go in with me for a while. You probably haven't met me yet." live a scene like this.”

Yeats shook his head.

"Follow your boss and do whatever you want, and understand your boss's life. These are the basic rules for a secretary."

In the dim basement of an unfinished building, Han Qian was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, a cigarette in his left hand and a cup of hot tea in his right hand. Opposite him was a poor man hanging on a shelf.

At this time, the white suit on Hou Er's body had been dyed red, and his hands were tied and dropped on the shelf. Guan Junbiao was violently violent with a stick in his hand. Listening to Hou Er's screams, Han Qian said calmly.

"Do you regret coming in with me now?"

Yeats stood behind Han Qian with her legs weak. She forced herself to stare at the scene in front of her that only appeared in the TV series.

"No...no regrets, I was wondering if he would die."

Han Qian sneered.

"We are all good citizens, how can we kill people? We will feel unbearable every time the stick falls, right?"

Yeats nodded. At this time, Han Qian stood up, took Yeats's hand and walked forward. He pressed Yeats' head with both hands and forced her to look at Hou Er who was vomiting blood. He leaned close to her ear and whispered in her ear.

"Very miserable? Very distressed? Then let me tell you, every attack that falls on him now is what I have endured! At the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, he was beaten by a toad until he vomited blood, and at the Swan Lake Gala, I hooked a cannon to force him to retreat. Shot me in the left shoulder! In Liu Guangming's resort, in order to chase the cannon, I rolled down the hillside, and my calf hit the rock and almost broke my bones. This time, I was hit by more than twenty knives. This head He was hit hard dozens of times! Don’t pity the weak when you see him, because you don’t know what he has done!”

Yeats retreated step by step, wanting to escape. What Liu Shengge showed her was the beautiful, bright side of the world, the scene where the upper class laughed and talked happily while holding wine glasses, while what Han Qian showed her was the dark side of the world. .

Feeling Yeats's struggle, Han Qian said softly.

"If Aunt Ji were here, she would personally end Hou Er's name, even the nursery rhymes, Nuan Nuan and the others would kill Hou Er, Yeats!"

Yeats was frightened and broke free from Han Qian's restraints and ran out of the basement. Han Qian nodded to the boy from District 8 and motioned for them to go out and watch.

With her gone, Han Qian had nothing to worry about.

He grabbed the baseball bat and hit Monkey Er in the stomach with it, roaring angrily.

"A tough talk? Why don't you tell me? Is the person who cooperates with Feng Lun actually Lin Mengde? Isn't that right!"

Hou Er slowly raised his head, showed a smile to Han Qian, then spat on Han Qian's face and said with a ferocious smile.

"Little beast!"

Han Qian smiled, threw the stick in his hand to Xiao Hai, and said softly.

"My work is over, you can do the rest. I know you are more professional than me. Brother Guan, let's go see Wei Tiancheng?"

Han Qian didn't know if Hou Er could survive, but he was sure that he would not see him again in the future.

After leaving the basement, Guan Junbiao took Han Qian all the way to the top floor. Han Qian smiled when he looked at Wei Tiancheng, who was living a relatively comfortable life.

"Director Wei! Come on, why don't you come and sit down and chat? Maybe we can become friends."

He was in good condition, he was not injured in any way, Wei Tiancheng glanced at Han Qian and said calmly.

"I won't say anything, I won't tell you anything about Feng Lun, Han Qian, I know I lost, but I'm just a chess piece."

"Huh? Are you confessing in a different way? Do you want to leave a way out for yourself? In fact, I am quite curious about one thing. You and Tu Xiao have never been on good terms. You have never done anything to Tu Xiao's family in so many years. Once? The more I think about it, the more impossible it becomes!"

As soon as these words came out, Guan Junbiao's expression changed instantly and he said in a low voice.

"Brother Han, tell me what you have to say!"

Han Qian shrugged and smiled.

"I've heard the rumors too. It stands to reason that your master, who has been developing in the Eighth District for so many years, should not be like this now. On the contrary, Wei Tiancheng, who comes from the same background, is getting better and better? It's absolutely impossible to say that no one is suppressing Boss Tu behind the scenes. Impossible, you have to ask Director Wei about this matter to see if Director Wei can get some information."

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Junbiao pulled out a short knife and put it on Wei Tiancheng's neck.

Wei Tiancheng said calmly and calmly.

"Master Han, you must provide evidence when you speak. Tu Xiao's wife died in childbirth, how can I still sneak into the operating room? There is no reason to blame you."

Han Qian smiled lightly.

"Really? But why did I hear that Changxiang Group was planning to do real estate business when it first emerged, and this land was chosen in District 8? The time was not that long ago, about sixteen or seventeen years ago, but then because of Some of the policies of the Yamenmen, the Eighth District was transformed into Happy Street, as an old man in the Eighth District, does Wei Wei know the things behind this? My father-in-law has told me a lot."

Wei Tiancheng's expression changed and he said angrily.

"Han Qian, don't spit on others."

"Oh, it has nothing to do with you whether I am bloody or not, but don't worry, I will let you live. You are right, you are just a pawn. I have no interest in your life. What I want It's that old bastard behind you. Mr. Wei, have a good rest. You will be free tomorrow, but I don't know if you will still be alive the day after tomorrow. If you can tell me something useful, I can consider signing it now. Contract to escort you abroad."

Wei Tiancheng's face was gloomy, and he whispered after a long silence.

"What do you want to know!"

"Are the two people behind you Lin Mengde and Niu Guodong? Is Feng Zhida's death related to Niu Guodong! Is the death of Tu Kun's mother related to Lin Mengde! Are the people who hired Feng Lun Lin Mengde and Niu Guodong!"

Four questions were asked in succession, and Wei Tiancheng sat weakly on the ground in an instant. Wei Tiancheng raised his head and looked at Han Qian, his eyes empty.

"It turns out you know, it turns out you have always known. I thought I had you under my control. In fact, I am the embarrassing clown. I can only answer two questions of yours. Are you sure you will escort me abroad?"

“Then I want Huitian Group’s surname to be Wen now!”

"It's true that the person behind me is Lin Mengde. Feng Zhida is also from Niu Guodong, but I don't know who Feng Zhida's death has to do with. Feng Lun did meet Lin Mengde before meeting me. He only asked me to give him one million, and the rest I didn’t say anything next, second question! The death of Tu Xiao’s wife was indeed not as simple as dystocia.”

Han Qian nodded and grinned.

"That's enough."

While talking, he called Yeats and at the same time took out another mobile phone and handed it to Wei Tiancheng. He knew what he should say and what he should do.

Because Han Qian was right. He was brought here because he was worried that he would be secretly killed by Lin Mengde. Wei Tiancheng didn't want to be the second Feng Zhida. He wanted to live. At this time, he no longer cared about loyalty or not. Being alive was the most important thing. the most important.

Wei Tiancheng made many phone calls, but Guan Junbiao's knife never left his neck. After Wei Tiancheng signed the letter and notified all the top executives of Huitian Group, Han Qian smiled.

I took a photo and sent it to Nuan Nuan, and also sent a text message.

【Is it okay? 】

Within a few seconds, a warm phone call came.

"Wait for me to come over! Send me a position."