spy cloud

The next day, Zhang Tianhao slept until the sun was high before he officially got up, washed his face, and walked out of the room.

And when he reached the first floor, he saw Changzhi waiting for him in the tree below.

"President, you're here, I'll have someone prepare breakfast for you, do you think it's okay?"

"Okay, Mr. Tree, how about eating some together?" Zhang Tianhao smiled faintly, and his whole temperament has also changed to a certain extent, but it is no different from yesterday's.

"Thank you, President, I've already eaten!"

Zhang Tianhao and Shushang Changye soon left the Dahua Hotel and headed towards the Sanyuan branch, inspecting the factory in Nanjing and even inspecting various businesses.

Half a day passed quickly, and Zhang Tianhao almost looked at the various businesses of the entire Sanyuan branch. Relatively speaking, the business scope of the Sanyuan branch is quite wide.

As long as you can make money, you can do anything, of course, except drugs and opium, basically everything is included.

"Mr. Shushang, just send someone to visit me in the afternoon. I heard that the things here in Nanjing are quite good, especially antiques. I'm going to buy a few and go back and play with them."

"The president likes antiques, I still have quite a few, as long as the president likes them, I will give them all to the president!"

When Changzhi on the tree heard it, a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Shushang, a gentleman has the beauty of an adult. Besides, how could I steal love? I like the process of buying, not the antique itself. As for the antique itself, the value will be a matter of future."

Zhang Tianhao couldn't help laughing a few times before he revealed his purpose.

"So that's the case. No wonder the president can make such a big club, and his subordinates admire him."

Shushang Changye couldn't understand Zhang Tianhao's meaning, so naturally he didn't say any more, looked at the two bodyguards around him, and said lightly: "President, let them go to protect you and drive you ,how?"

"Very good, then you go!"

……

After looking at several antique shops, Zhang Tianhao once again looked at the antique shop in front of him. This is the antique shop he wanted to visit, and this is also the antique shop he should visit according to Luo Cheng's guidance.

It's just that when he saw this antique shop, he felt a little stupid, because at this time the antique shop was already in ruins, and only some ruins remained after being burned by a fire.

Zhang Tianhao, who opened his mouth wide, looked at it, but felt as if he had countless MMPs in his heart, he had the urge to curse or even kill people.

The antique shop no longer exists, and he was asked to come here to meet up, what is the situation, isn't this not giving him face?

Looking at the already extinguished facade, even the signboard of Ruifeng Antique Store has been burnt down, only a few beams seem to have not been completely burned out, leaving behind a patch of black ashes.

He slowly got down from the car, and then looked at the burnt Ruifeng antique shop in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

"Go and ask, what's going on with some antique shops here?"

He glanced at the merchants on both sides. Ruifeng's accident did not affect other shops on both sides. After all, this is an independent small building, and both sides are safe and sound.

A bodyguard immediately ran over and asked the people on both sides about the antique shop.

"Excuse me, what happened to this Ruifeng Antique Store?" A bodyguard ran to the grocery store on the left, looked at the boss who was standing behind the counter, and said politely.

"You said it was the old Ji's house next door, but his family was in bad luck. The day before yesterday, there was a war between two groups. As a result, his shop was burned down, and several corpses were carried out inside. , so pitiful."

"War, how can Lao Ji's family know how to fight? Isn't he a businessman?" The bodyguard also asked with some doubts.

"Old Ji is indeed a businessman, but his luck is bad. After three customers went in, there were spies chasing after them. Those people directly hid in the antique shop and did not escape."

"When the two sides fought, several corpses fell at the door. It was terrible, terrible."

"Then Laoji won't be found dead, right? I heard that his family has the treasure of the town store, so it won't be destroyed too?"

"The treasure of the store, are you talking about the Eight Tigers?" The boss also sighed, and said helplessly, "It was burnt early, it was a painting, and I was not willing to take it out, but it was burned all over the place." It was burned, and now there are still many broken pieces of porcelain on the ground."

"It's unfortunate for Laoji. It's really..."

"Yeah, Lao Ji is suffering too. It's good enough for his current business to make a living. In the end, even the store and antiques are all destroyed. How will he live in the future!"

The bodyguard was taken aback when he heard that, and immediately asked.

"Is Lao Ji still at home now?"

"He left a long time ago. This is a sad place. If he stays here, he can stay there. The family house and the like have been sold to pay off the debts. Now he may have returned to his hometown!"

"My hometown, do you know where his hometown is?"

The boss couldn't help being taken aback, and looked the bodyguard up and down, with a puzzled look on his face, but immediately smiled politely.

"Sir, I really don't know about this. After all, we don't know about Lao Ji's family either."

"Thank you, this is one yuan. The boss doesn't want anyone to know that we have been here, and you haven't seen us. Please take care of us!"

As he said that, the bodyguard saluted immediately, which is a common etiquette used by Japanese people. Although it was just a small bow, it still surprised the boss.

"I have never seen you, please come back!"

The boss has seen many Japanese, even Japanese soldiers, so he naturally knows what this attitude is.

The bodyguard ran back immediately and reported to Zhang Tianhao.

It's just that Zhang Tianhao waved his hand and shook his head, telling the old bodyguard to shut up immediately and stop reporting.

Zhang Tianhao didn't speak, but quietly looked at the burned Ruifeng antique shop, only feeling his eyelids twitch.

As for the conversation between the two bodyguards, he had already heard it, but he didn't ask anything. Knowing that, asking any more would be a waste of time, and he really didn't have much interest.

"Let's go back. I've bought two good antiques today, so I've gained something. As for not finding the picture of the Eight Tigers, it can only be considered bad luck!"

Zhang Tianhao smiled, then got into the car and headed towards the Dahua Hotel.

……

In the basement of the Secret Service, Hou Zishan looked at Luo Cheng in front of him. He had been beaten to pieces and passed out again.

He also had a look of helplessness. After all, Luo Cheng's mouth was too difficult to open, and he still hasn't uttered a single word. It's been a long time. He has already confessed to that kind of torture.

"Director, it's not good. All the brothers who monitored Xinxin Newspaper last night died. The police station called just now, and the body has been taken to the police station."

"All dead, that's a team of eleven people, all dead!"

Director Liu was also shocked, he couldn't believe it was true, his eyes were fixed on the other party.

"They're all dead, go, follow me to see!"

Director Liu felt as if a volcano erupted, and his eyes were even more violent.