Heart attack

Chapter 128

Sheng Yan flipped through the documents, frowning indifferently, "Fu Liwan and Sheng Jingcheng?"

"Yes, these two people have been in contact frequently since the incident of "Film Police". Fu Liwan's methods have always been dirty, and he has done a lot of illegal activities. The land is likely to be a cover for gangsters." Xie Nan said Handed over the notebook, which clearly wrote the criminal cases in the area every year, "Do you need me to remind him?"

"Release the news and say that I want to fight for this piece of land."

Xie Nan hesitated for a moment, "This is very likely to involve the rise and fall of shares."

"It's just for fun, and the capital is withdrawn a week before the bidding." Sheng Yan closed his notebook, his eyes were cold, "How is the scandal going?"

Xie Nan said: "It is true that someone was behind the scenes, but that party did not disclose the person who sold it. I found the paparazzi who signed the name that day, and there was a transaction in his account that was transferred three times. I couldn't find the source. As for the identity of Editor Tang who took the lead in breaking the news And the marketing account of the marketing CP, there are also several unknown deposits in the account."

"Well, withdraw the manpower, and now focus on arranging the 'Sail Plan'."

He rubbed his brows, unable to stretch his body due to fatigue.

Seeing this, Xie Nan still didn't want to say the next thing, but after thinking about it, he said: "Mr. Sheng, Master Sheng... called me earlier and asked you to go home."

The air gradually became gloomy, and Xie Nan was shivering coldly.

"I see, you go out first."

"Yes." Finally waiting for the feast to let go, Xie Nan stayed away quickly without saying a word.

The old man of the Sheng family, Sheng Minghuai, does not live in the mansion of the Sheng family, but lives far away in the Taoyuan in the suburbs. The road is far away and few people go there, so he recuperates and heals his illnesses there. His health has improved over the years, and only then has he started to hold feasts. things come.

Sheng Yan more or less followed the old man's work and took care of Sheng Minghuai's body, but now he wanted to pick things apart, he was somewhat worried.

Sheng Minghuai suffers from heart disease, years of work has broken his body, and he was dying when he fell ill. Since then, Sheng Xiaoliang started to manage the Sheng family, and now he has taken over the feast.

Fortunately, Sheng Minghuai's strong psychological quality later passed the critical illness period. After that, he first lived in a mansion for a while, and when he got older, Sheng Minghuai was not a lively person, so he found another suburb and bought a house to live in. .

It seems that he doesn't like to be lively, but Sheng Yan knows that it's because he doesn't want to get involved in the family business, and he's afraid that the shares will cause family disputes.

"Where is the master?" Sheng Yan stepped into the door, the door was very quiet, and no headlights were turned on.

The butler pointed inside, "I'm sitting on the balcony, I can't sleep these days."

"Why can't I fall asleep?" He quickened his pace and reached the balcony. Sheng Minghuai was sitting alone on the rocking chair, his eyes squinted, and there was tea and a rocking fan beside him, "Is there tea for him again?"

"Don't dare, the old man usually likes this, so he pours white water into the teacup and pretends that he is drinking tea."

"Go down and rest early."

Sheng Yan walked slowly. As soon as he reached the balcony, Sheng Minghuai woke up with a start. Seeing Sheng Yan in a daze, he sneered and said, "Why are you here so late at night? I wouldn't even ask you to touch it with me during the day. Instead, I ran away and fell asleep."

"Didn't you ask me to come?" Sheng Yan was not angry, but his tone was softer.

Sheng Minghuai picked up the fan, "Then don't come if you have the ability!"

"Want to drink tea?" Sheng Yan ignored that sentence, picked up the teacup and poured a cup, and what was poured out was white water, "Pretend."

"You brat...forget it." He raised his head and took a sip of water, "This water has no taste at all, and the Longquan in the back mountain is in vain."

(End of this chapter)